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skipper1331 · 18 days

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Secret (3) // Alexia Putellas

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You woke up with a pounding in your head, the alcohol showing its aftereffects.

This wasn’t your bedroom… but why was it so familiar? When you slowly sat up, you tried to orientate yourself, only the few rays of sunlight illuminating the room. Angry grumbles filled the room as you did so - that‘s when it hit you.

Alexia,

the woman who grumbled furiously in her sleep when you left her touch. The person who hated it when she couldn’t have at least one arm around you while sleeping - "I need to protect you."

And indeed you were right, Ale was peacefully sleeping next to you, hidden under the duvet, soft snores escaping her mouth.

You looked down your body, you were naked and littered in hickeys - Alexia had done a great job in marking you, her possessiveness apparently taking over.

How did this happen…?

Pulling the duvet back up to cover your exposed body, your eyes fell once again on the sleeping beauty.

You knew you should leave before she woke up, but you couldn't. You were under her spell - you had to stay, at least for a few more minutes. She looked so peaceful, so relaxed.

Your broken heart was healing by just looking at her - you knew it was wrong but what your mind said and heart felt were different pair of shoes.

After a good 10 minutes you were finally able to tear yourself away as you gathered your clothes from the floor and headed out of the bedroom, putting on your clothes.

You couldn’t leave yet though, knowing that her head would hurt as much as yours did at the moment. so you walked into the kitchen, pouring a glass of water, made a sandwich and got some painkillers against the headache - not for yourself but for Alexia.

With breakfast and pills in your hand, you walked back into her bedroom as quietly as possible. You put it down on her nightstand, intending to leave the room when the midfielder turned around, her hand reaching for you.

You froze.

"5 more minutes amor" she mumbled with her eyes closed, "por favor"

Not knowing what to do, you bend down, caressing her cheek and sweetly kissing her forehead "okay" like you always had done it.

"Te amo"

The first thing you did when you arrived at home was laying down on the couch, turning on the tv.

You had the day off, you were hungover - no need to do anything else but relax.

Around afternoon, your door bell rang.

You groaned, annoyed that you had to get up and pause your show in the middle of a thrilling scene.

As you opened the door, you were met with flowers - you couldn’t even the see the person who was holding them, that much flowers in their hands.

"Come in" you took some of the flowers - they looked amazing and smelled like spring - the person grateful for your help. The person followed you to the kitchen, still a bunch of flowers blocking their view.

Arrived in the kitchen, they put them down on the counter, revealing who she was but you knew that already.

Alexia,

was the only person who knew all of your favourite flowers and the only person who ever bought you some.

"hola" she greeted, nervously playing with her fingers.

She hadn’t been here in quite some time.

"Thank you for the breakfast this morning" she said.

Shortly after you had left, the midfielder had woken up, the smell of sandwiches filling the room and the feeling of something - someone - missing, waking her up.

She knew it was you straightaway, not only because of obvious reasons and parts of her memory but also the sandwich gave it away. You were never big fan of taking pills without food in your stomach and you had scowled at Alexia each time when she did so.

You nodded, continuing to put the flowers in vases - just as your body was littered in hickeys, your kitchen island was littered in varieties of flowers, many questions in your head

Why was she her? With flowers? So many of them too? How many were there anyway? Surely not just for a thank you.

"513" she said, almost as if she could read your mind. Somehow she could. She always knew what you thought or what you needed yet she was just too stupid to fulfill the one thing that you actually needed for this relationship to work.

"One for each day where I didn't tell anyone about us plus 20 for the 20€ I offered Alba" she explained, looking directly at you, "I’m sorry- very sorry for- well, for everything. I’m sorry for not taking you out on dates. I’m so sorry for letting you feel like my dirty little secret and for neglecting you outside of our apartments. You did not and do not deserve that because you‘re" subconsciously the corners of her lips turned upwards, her eyes turning into heart eyes, "you are truly amazing and wonderful and pretty and perfect, and the nicest, most caring and loving person I know and so much more" she carried on, "I did not deserve your kindness. I was scared because the feelings you let me feel are so overwhelming and I thought if we- told other people and then broke up, that I wouldn’t recover from that. The thought of the media and fans harassing us scared me too, more than I like to admit. It‘s no excuse, I just wanted to let you know. But the truth is it made no difference whether the people knew about us or not because I am not recovering from my heart break. And that‘s my own fault. You deserve better than me, I know that, but it kills me to imagine you with someone else. I want to do better. I need to do better and fight for us? because you- you are the love of my life. All of your romance books combined wouldn’t be enough to describe the things i feel for you."

You had stopped your movements awhile ago, shocked about everything she was telling you, "even just seeing you with my sister angered the Hulk out of me and we share the same blood" you let out a shaky laugh, the Hulk movie sadly one of the worst Marvel movies you had watched together.

Both of you were silent for a moment, "i‘m-"

"I-"

small giggles escaped the two of you as you started at the same time, "please continue" Ale said, smiling slightly.

"I don‘t know what to say, if I’m being honest" you admitted, overwhelmed by the situation.

"You don‘t have to. I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry and how sorry I truly am. I was never ashamed of you, just scared. You can do whatever you want with that now"

you let her words sink in, hands gripping the kitchen counter while you‘re mind was trying to process everything.

"I‘m hoping that one day, you‘ll be able to forgive me" she inhaled sharply, "and eventually for another chance." it was mumbled, almost inaudible.

She looked so small and vulnerable while she avoided eye contact. Her elegant and strict presence wasn‘t existing anymore, she was just a girl with a broken heart.

"Ale-"

"You don’t- i know- i- I’ll be waiting for you" she muttered, getting up. She walked around the kitchen island, pressing a gentle yet longing and lingering kiss to your temple, tearfully pulling back. She just couldn't stop herself from giving you that little kiss.

Was it the last one forever?

"Lo siento muchísimo"

You let her walk out of the kitchen as she turned around one last time, standing at door the door frame, "i will fight for you unless you say something else"

You were too stunned and shocked to say anything. Everything that happened in the last few minutes played out over and over again in your mind while your eyes followed the midfielder walking out of view.

So many thoughts argued in your head - not one thought clear, nor one gaining the upper hand. Everything was blurry, so confusing. Why couldn't it be easy? Love was so easy for everyone else... why not for you?

You had a good heart - you had to do it.

As usual, your mind was completely against it, but your heart and brain never shared the same opinion. You wanted it - you wanted her. Your heart was practically screaming after her which was why you followed her.

You wouldn’t let her walk through that door, like she had let you.

"Alexia"

She stopped in her tracks, not turning around, expecting you to tell her that there was no point in fighting for you.

Just get over it, please

"Look at me" your voice sounded firm yet caring. She couldn’t predict what your next move was - she was completely clueless, but expected more hurt than just her broken heart which already was one of the worst pains, she had ever suffered from.

Nonetheless she obeyed.

As you looked at her, you realized that your heart wasn‘t able to fight against your brain.

If you forgave her now, it would just show how easy it was to manipulate you.

An apology, no matter how sincere it was and no matter how sweet it was that she had bought you flowers (which had probably cost a lot), wouldn’t heal your wounds. Your pride and pain was still too present. It wouldn't be that easy for her. She had some serious groveling to do.

This time her name wasn’t enough for her to get everything she wanted or had set her mind to.

"Don‘t forgot to drink enough water" you said, internally slapping yourself for that comment.

Your heart wanted to say 'Promise me to try hard enough', so she would know that there was still hope. Because there was. She was your love and your greatest love story. Every part in your body loved her and she loved you, but sometimes love wasn‘t (strong) enough. And even though she didn‘t deserve you at the moment, she deserved the chance to fight for you. She just had to figure that by herself.

You let her walk through that door, like she had let you, hoping that she would try hard enough.

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jamil-s-wifey · 9 months

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If you're taking any scenario request. Maybe could I request funny/silly one where Leona and his S/O are married and live in the Royal Palace. Leona's S/O has gotten lost somehow in their own home and when found their response is "This place is too damn big I'm sorry!"

You have NO idea how much I love these types of fics! Wholesome crackheadedness at its finest✨ We love a spouse with 0 orientation skills. (I'd know, I get lost in supermarkets) This was ONE OF THE FUNNIEST THINGS I've EVER written. I hope you enjoy!

"What the actual fuck."

A turn here. A turn there.

Oh, would you look at that - the exact same vase you passed 5 minutes ago. But was that really the same vase? Or was it its evil twin, trying to further confuse you, only for you to get lost even more and die of starvation, eventually BECOMING ONE WITH THE PALACE...

God, whoever built this palace should have their head on a stake. Haha, that sounded a lot like the Red Queen of Hearts. Perhaps Riddle was rubbing off on you. You two did text occasionally since graduating from NRC.

Speaking of graduation, you married Leona. (yay!) And it's not like you weren't happy. Life was relatively peaceful. You two moved back to the palace. Arrangements had begun for you two to take over a certain part of Sunset Savannah, as something akin to a *Peerage. (They had their own name for it, you are currently far too annoyed to remember.) A lot of (semi-forced) communication set the road to reconciliation between the two brothers. (Admittedly a very long road. A road that puts Gulliver's travels to shame.) The Royal Family™️ accepted you with open hearts. (albeit a tad wary at first)

Really there was only one major problem.

The ROYAL PALACE IS LIKE A GODDAMN LABYRINTH. And that's rich, given your history of painting the white roses with Ace and Deuce in Heartsabyul's maze. So here you are, lost.

Scratch that.

Lost: again.

And all you wanted to do was find Cheka's room. You had a gift for the little cub.

"An architectural masterpiece, my ass. This is an architectural disaster. A disaster with a capital D. D for Vitamin D - what I won't be getting, because I'm trapped within these walls, where the SUN CAN'T REACH ME-"

Okay. Calm down. It's not that bad, sure there isn't a soul in sight, but you're bound to stumble upon somebody at some point, right? There had to be servants, or guards, or somebody! UNLESS! This is all an elaborate plan to get rid of you.

Aha! That must be it. The Royal Family wants you dead and they intend to make it seem like an accident! But Leona wouldn't allow that, right? He loves you! Dearly! You're his spouse, his one and only! Ah, cruel fate.

Is it just you...or are these walls moving in on each other. So this IS an assassination attempt! And you presented yourself on a silver platter. Good job, s/o. Splendid work. A royal for a few months and you're already about to be assassinated. Your name shall remain the book of "Dumbest ways to die." Goodbye cruel world-

"S/o."

Leona's voice rang through the empty hallway, "What are you doing out here."

Ah! And so tragedy was avoided once more!

"Leona, my LOVE! Thank God."

"Did you just- get lost in the palace... again?", his eyes read annoyance but his tone was teasing.

"It's not MY fault this place is so damn big, what do you need all this space for anyways? Indoor badminton? Hide and Seek or Die?"

"Definitely that last one. That's how we get rid of our enemies."

"AHA! I knew it! So this IS an assassination attempt!"

He simply rolled his eyes, pulling you towards him to wrap an arm around your waist and kiss you on the forehead.

"This isn't an assassination attempt. You did this yourself. It's called idiocy."

"You should build a better palace."

"What I should do is put a collar on you. With a tracking device on it. Like a pet."

"Oh, Leona~ Who knew you were into that~"

"Next time I'm leaving you here to rot."

"Then I'll haunt you to Hell and back."

He smirked, pinching your cheek as you were both making your way far from the cursed looping corridor.

"At least you won't be able to get lost."

"I told you, it's not my fault."

"Nah, of course not. The Palace is just cursed."

"EVIDENTLY."

You both knew this isn't the last time you'll be getting lost. And Leona was seriously considering the tracking device.

Perhaps he'd already ordered it too.

You were about to find out.

*Peerage - collective noun for titles like Duke, Duchess, Count, Earl etc. Comes from "Peers of the Realm" where one could hold one or more of these titles. It differs from monarchy to monarchy. THAT'S YOUR WORD FOR THE DAY FOLKS!

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the-inside-stories · 2 years

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ghouljams · 5 months

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Damsel in Distress (for @vase-of-lilies thank you again for the banner!!) Rating: M (violence) Word Count: 1.6k Tags: Ghost x f!reader, knight/princess, kidnapping, abuse, rape threats, murder, damsel in distress Summary: Ghost has never been overwhelmed, and you've never made it more than ten feet out of his view. It was bound to happen eventually, you've been kidnapped.

It’s never happened like this before. One minute you’re in your carriage, the next you’re hauled out, dragged by your hair by some ruffian that’s apparently immune to your screams. He lifts you up over his shoulder and you watch the other men in his party holding Ghost off before another man gags you. You realize then that you’ve been scared before, but you’ve never truly been terrified, not like you are now. Not like you are watching Ghost take a heavy blow, stumbling under the weight of it before swinging his sword. There’s nothing he can do to help you, to save you. You can only watch him fight until you’re thrown over a horse and your view is obscured.

You don’t know what happens after that. It’s a long ride, one that doesn’t stop even when you can feel the horse struggling to continue. You don’t recognize the territory, but why would you? You’re not meant to be in this part of the country, not on your own anyway.

You hope Ghost is alright.

You hope you will be alright. He’d want you to be alright.

It’s not kind the way you’re pushed off the horse. You hit the ground and whine against your gag. You’re at an estate of some sort. Nice, but low nobility. You squeeze your fingers tight, rub your wrists against the bindings wrapped hastily around them. A servant comes out and seems to hold no recognition for you. Unfortunate, your face is the only thing that protects you without Ghost around. They sigh.

“Bring her in, we’ll see what the master wants to do.”

You struggle against the hands that try to pull you to your feet, tug when they try to force you forward. One of the men slaps you hard, and you feel your head spin. It stings. Your ears ring, and you blink to try and re-orient yourself as they push you into the foyer.

Shock, you think. It must be a shock. You’ve never been hit before, no one would dare raise a hand to you. Your brain is working overtime to process just the pain of realization that you’re nothing, nothing, to these men. You’re not a princess, you’re barely a person. You’re pushed and shoved, thrown into a room in such a way that you fall and catch yourself, painfully, on your shoulder. You breathe against the cold stone floor just long enough to pity yourself.

Then a door opens and you scramble to your feet, press yourself to the wall to keep your back safe. You know every noble house in your kingdom, you know the man who walks into the room from some anti-chamber. A low noble indeed, barely a baron. Yet he looks down on you the same way the rest of his staff did when you glare at him. He strides closer as you try to push yourself into the stone wall. Your gag is unceremoniously tugged down.

“What’s your name girl,” He asks. You spit it at him, all of your titles and names. The shining star of the kingdom, the monarchy’s dahlia, the first god damn princess you stupid- He pales, and you turn to offer him your hands to unbind. He does, quickly, then pauses as you rub your wrists. He grabs your hand and tugs you. You’re reminded of how disgusting this man is up close, his breath stinks, there’s mold in his beard, his eyes are soulless. It’s the way his grip attempts to crush your fingers that makes you flinch away.

“This might not be a bad thing, princess.” He tells you, his voice cold, hateful, “The king would give me a hefty reward for finding you, saving you from the clutches of bandits.”

“Bandits under your employ,” You cut back. He shrugs.

“Bandits you were traveling with, and who knows what they said to you-” he smiles, “-what they did to you? Really such a shame, but I’m a modern man, I’m willing to take a soiled wife.”

You feel your blood drain out through your feet, the cold of the room so much more oppressive. You swallow down your heart when it jumps up your throat. “You wouldn’t.”

“I think I would,” He hums, “King has a nice ring to it, and even with that bruise you’re rather pretty. A bit of a brat, but I’ll train that out of you.”

You tug at his hold more firmly, push at him to yell for help. He claps a hand over your mouth and slams your head back against the wall. Again you find your vision swimming, the pain making it hard to think. He presses close as you grab at his clothes for stability. Anything to ground yourself with. Your fingers brush metal, and something snaps into focus.

You pull his knife from his belt and push it into his stomach as hard as you can. He jerks with the shock of it, his eyes wild as they meet your panicked gaze. You twist it, breath coming in quick bursts as you tug the knife sideways along his belly. He releases you and you collapse against the floor. His meaty hands tremble, his gaze fixed on the blood soaking his shirt as he stumbles back. The edge of the rug trips him, and he falls back against the floor. You press yourself into the nearest corner, watching the slow seep of blood into fabric, the trickle of it down to pool on the floor.

It’s worse, so much worse than you’d ever thought it would be. Ghost was right. He was right. You should never hold a knife, you never should have- Bile rises in your throat, panic latching hold of you and squeezing your ribs with its terrible claws. There’s a commotion outside. You can hear it dimly through the rising tone that echoes through your mind.

The door to the room burst open, nearly coming off its hinges from the force of the blow that opened it. Ghost lowers his boot to make his way into the room, shoulders hunched and breath heaving. Blood soaked. His sword, baptized in flesh and unholy acts, looks like Michael’s, like an angel’s, where it rests at his side. His mask is gone, his helmet gone. There’s blood streaking across his face, and you know it isn’t his.

His eyes are wild and darting as they scan the room. They land on you like an eclipse drawing across the land, bearing unforetold consequences to all caught in its path. His lovely brown irises are swallowed by darkness, a shadow of your Ghost as he stalks towards you. It doesn’t matter, you still throw yourself to him as a sob rips through your chest.

“I’m sorry,” You sob, twisting your fingers into his cloak to bury your face against his chest, “I didn’t mean to.”

“Are you alright?” He asks, the stress in his voice, the rough gravel, makes you choke.

You push close, bury yourself in the scent of woodsmoke and blood, you can smell steel under it, imagine you can smell Ghost’s soap. Imagine you can smell home. Ghost grips your shoulder tight and pushes you back. His eyes are stern when you meet them, his leather glove wet where it cups your bruised cheek.

“You’re hurt.” You’ve never heard him sound like that, dead, “Are you hurt anywhere else? Did he touch you?”

Fresh sorrow wells in your chest, splinters your soul. Your lip wobbles. “Yes, and I-” You press against Ghost’s hold, try to push yourself into his arms again. Your hands reach for him, and he looks at you like your touch pains him. “I’m sorry,” You whisper, “I didn’t know what else to do, I didn’t mean to, I promise, don’t be mad.” Your voice feels small and far away, your eyes go back to the man on the floor. Ghost turns to follow your gaze. He takes a breath when he sees him, like he hadn’t even noticed you weren’t alone, and presses you back into your corner.

It takes so few steps for Ghost to reach the slowly pooling blood that you wonder if you truly put enough space between the man and yourself. He raises his sword, and you watch foreign blood drip down the blade before he stabs it down through the man’s neck. You hear the metal collide with the floor, and watch Ghost twist the blade sharply. The body jerks and falls limp.

“Good riddance,” He spits, before yanking his sword free. Ghost swings the blade sharply and blood splatters from the blade to the ground. His attention turns back to you, and he smiles. “Fortunately your hands are still clean, my lady, it’s my kill.”

Weight slides off your shoulders, you feel your lip wobble again and fresh hiccuping sobs rack your body. Ghost comes close and you fall against his chest. You wrap your arms around his shoulders and press your face against him, letting him take your tears as they spill from you. He draws you up with a firm hand under your bottom, and you wrap your legs around his waist to be carried.

You’re safe. It was an uncalculated error, Ghost tells himself, but you’re safe now. He carries you through the halls of this cursed estate, his sword still thirsty at his side, and promises himself it will never happen again. Your hands are stained, but they still grip him for comfort the same as they always do. He doesn’t blame you. You did good, exactly as you should have.

Ghost pauses, turns to kiss your head, the shell of your ear. You’re so sweet hiding your eyes. It’s for the best, this place is a mess. Someone should really clean up, it stinks of blood.

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dropthedemiurge · 3 months

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Love for Love's Sake | Messages you didn't notice #4-5

Compiling whole posts about each episode takes more time but since we're getting finale tomorrow(?) and I didn't notice any other details that weren't explained in Ep 5, I decided to just quickly translate messages that Myungha shows on his phone up until Episode 5 (from Unknown number and also chatting with Yeowoon) ^^

// Previous messages translation + other language moments here //

(Yeowoon in his tsundere era) [YW: Don't come to see me (at race)] [MH: Oh? Then I can come to see you at your practice?] [Let me know what time is your competition~] [Yeowoon-ah, u busy?] [Have you eaten?] [File sent: Image (1)] [File sent: Image (2)] (what did he sent?! we never knew!) (Yeowoon keeps not responding) [Yewoon-ah, listen...] [I have an urgent situation!!!!] (MH rewrote it and sent without !!!) [Yewoon-ah why are you not answering me] [Yewoon-ah it's an emergency] [it's a crisis;;;] [it's a national crisis!!!]

Myungha used like 4 different words for 'emergency', boy was so desperate to keep in touch with his bias xD (These are messages from ep 3-4)

Then there was a "see you later, it takes 1 hour to get to the island" and "i went to the orientation with coach, see you tomorrow", to which Myungha responded with "ah, okay, got it, be safe and see you tomorrow" =)

The messages from an unknown number (see previous posts, link above, for the first message)

[Are you getting along with your friends? If you fight, Santa won't bring you any gifts] [I broke a vase that was a gift from you. Can it be repaired?] [In May, there is Children's Day, Parents' Day, there is even Teacher's Day but there is no Day when I can meet you] [I was passing by and saw a bracelet that you used to wear long time ago. It reminded me of you. I wonder if you still wear that bracelet.] [I broke a vase that was a gift from you. Can it be repaired?] (second time)

And here I revoke my theory that these are messages from the Author sunbae, the first texts felt like comments but then they feel more like someone's longing thoughts. Hmmm! What are they? Anyone?

But also the translation in the episode confuses me because the 'why do you dress like that?' is shown when there is a 'bracelet' message, but I can't understand how it can be translated this differently.

Myungha keeps thinking these are messages that are sent by mistake, and I can definitely understand why. I'm dying to know the meaning (but I loved the Santa message lol)

#love for love's sake #love for love's sake comments #love for love's sake meta #lfls #kbl #korean drama #korean bl #bl series #dropthemeta

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aernx · 11 months

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꒰ 💭 ꒱ OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! ˖ ⌨︎ ⁩◞❪니키❫

— 27 ! not now, not ever 💬

aerin’s extra : brace urself this is a long chp

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The date in the amusement park with Riki was full of glee and laughters. Before you even notice, the skies turned into hues of orange, the sun that once took place in the midst of the blue, is now sinking deeper into the west, as the moon slowly took its place.

The both of you sat on the benches near the water fountain. With the sunset in your line of sight and your head perched on Niki’s shoulder, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief and outmost joy.

You two watch the sunset in peace. Silently basking each other’s presence after a long day full of screaming and adrenaline rushing from the amount of rides you enjoyed.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling up ur lids grew heavier each second before you hear Riki hummed out your name.

“Yn?”

“Hm?”

“Pretty girl, are you sleeping?” He teasingly chuckled. Head slightly turning to his left shoulder—where your head was currently placed.

“ ‘m no I’m not.” You snuggled your head on his shoulder and the basketball player only fondly laughed in response as he leaned his head above yours.

The two of you stayed in place for a moment or two before you remove yourself from him. Sitting up straight with your back against the bench, you stretched your sore muscles.

“Ynnie? Can I tell you something.” You can hear the nervousness from Riki’s tone. You turn your head to face him face to face. Humming in response as you wondered about what was he going to say.

“Of course. Anything, Ki.” You nodded your head encouraging him to continue. Riki sat up straight, positioning his body to align with yours as you both sat up face to face.

“Yn I…” His brown hues melt into yours. In sense, you can view various kinds of emotions held in those eyes of his, all full on display.

He opened and closed his mouth yet no words slip out from his tongue as nervousness takes over him. Riki felt his mind racing in fear of your response. What if you reject him? Will he loose this so-called friendship he cherished? Will he loose you?

“Ki? Are you okay? You seem nervous.” You look at him with such concern. You gently put your hand on his shoulder, touching him like he was a fragile vase that was prone to break.

His eyes melt with yours once more. “It’s okay take your time.”

Again, Niki took his breath. Filling himself with courage as he held your gaze. “I-I like you, Yn.”

You took a sharp breath at his confession. Eyes widening as it took you by surprise. Sure you’ve heard that from your friends due to their constant teasing. But it’s different now that you hear it from him.

“Riki I-”

“No! You don’t have to answer now. I just need to get this out of my chest. Is that okay with you?” He tilted his head and you nodded your head in response.

“I like you, Yn. I’ve been liking you for awhile now. Freshman orientation, in 10th grade. Where I saw you for the first time. You might not remember but you sat right beside me. I forgot to bring a pencil with me and you noticed. So you lend my yours, saying that you had an extra for yourself. I was too shy to ask for your name—let alone introduce myself.” You scrunched your eyebrows, trying hard to grasp that memory. Your silence only indicated him to continue.

He took in a long breath before continuing. “I didn’t immediately started liking you after freshman orientation. At 10th grade, second semester. I remember you were Jake’s lab partner. I saw two of you talked in front of his locker when I wanted to approach him. I stood frozen on my tracks when I noticed that it was you. The pretty girl that sat beside me in freshman orientation, the one kind enough to lend me a pencil even without knowing who I was.”

“Anyone would’ve done the same in my position, Ki.” A small smile grasped your lips.

“I know, but out of all people, it had been you.”

You opened your mouth but he wasn’t done. “Wait! Let me finish this first. Is that okay?”

“Okay.”

“After that, I asked Jake who you were and he told me.”

“Who’s that you were talking with?” Riki approached his dear friend as he closed his locker doors.

“The one just now? That’s Yn, my lab partner. Why?” Jake squinted his eyes, feeling a bit suspicious.

“Nothing.” Jake noticed his friend’s gaze that seem to linger on your back as you slowly disappeared amidst the crowd.

“She’s pretty isn’t she?” He teasingly smirked. Riki’s cheeks turned into hues of red as a blush took over his features.

“Oh shut up.” Jake laughed at his friends flustered state and Riki smacked his friend playfully in response.

“After that I started to look for you in the midst of the crowd. In auditorium halls, I secretly wished you would be seated beside me or at least was in my line of sight.” He chuckled at his younger self’s silly behavior and amused, you chuckled with him.

“My friends started to notice and kept on teasing me after they found out. I still denied them back then. Saying that thinking that you were pretty doesn’t mean I like you. You know that whatnot.”

“Then, at 11th grade, I went to Sunoo’s archery tournament for the first time. That was when I saw you again. This time, I saw you in your true element. Your eyes were so focused and you had this look on your face, but that was when I realized that I liked you.”

“Later, I found out that you were good friends with our basketball captain, Heeseung and I started to look for you on the bleachers in every match. Knowing that you would be there to support your friend. But I secretly wished that you would notice me.”

You didn’t know he liked you for this long. “Oh Riki, but I did notice you. I remember always rooting for number 10, not knowing it was you.”

“Really?” You nodded your head.

You took his hand, intwining them together. “You know I’m grateful I did that typo on twitter that day.”

Ah that iconic typo. How could he forget?

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. If not then we wouldn’t have been this close.” You stopped before continuing. “I need time to process all this information that you just gave me but I’m not rejecting you, Ki.” You heard him sigh in relief.

“You might or might not know that this year, before we became close, I really tried to distance myself from boys.” He nodded.

“My friends also seemed to have been more protective of me, especially Hee. I love them all and I know they mean well. Now, I think I want to tell you what’s the reason behind all that.”

“As much as I am curious to know, I won’t push you into saying things you don’t want to, my lady.” Riki looked at you with such sincerity in his eyes that you felt like you might cry.

“Thank you, Ki. But I really want to tell you.” You took a deep breath before continuing. “At 11th grade, I had a boyfriend. Well I don’t know if he was really my boyfriend or whatever but our relationship was…not the best.”

“Our relationship was toxic and it took a lot of toll to my mental health. He would make me feel self conscious and made me think that I needed him.” You felt your eyes slowly brimmed with tears and Niki tighten the hold of your intwined fingers.

“I-I really believed that he loved me and wanted the beat for me but I was wrong, Ki.” He pulled you into his arms as you feel your tears started to fall more freely. “Shh it’s okay, love. He’s not here anymore.” He gently rubbed your back as you sobbed underneath his arms.

You untangle yourself from his hold after a short while. Calming yourself down before continuing your story. “You don’t have to continue if you don’t want to, my pretty.” Riki wiped away the tears from your cheeks, shushing you lightly.

“No, I want to continue.” He nodded, his hand still firmly holding yours—not showing signs of letting go.

“Our relationship only lasted for 6 months until he told me that he never did love me. He left just like that after I gave myself to him, he was just using me for my body. He said that I was just a pretty face and nothing more. I hate him so much, Ki.”

“Fuck him, Yn. He didn’t deserve you. He never will. You’re perfect inside and out. Your appearance might be enticing but you as a person Yn, as the most beautiful heart. I may call you pretty girl, but that visage of yours is only a glimpse of how truly pretty you are from within. You are so much more than just a pretty face, my darling.” Once more, you let yourself melt into his embrace. You were grateful for Riki’s presence more than ever.

“He pretty much blew all my self worth I had for myself and I isolated myself from my friends for awhile. But thanks them, I’m now okay.” You were beyond grateful for your friends, especially for a certain gamer boy who was persistent on making you feel better that time.

“That’s why I rejected everyone after that incident. After him, I couldn’t bring myself to trust boys the same. That was until I did the typo accident and we got to know each other—properly this time.”

“This is also why I can’t give you a proper answer, Ki. I myself is not even certain of my feelings. I hope you are willing to wait for me.” Your gaze averted to your laced fingers.

“Please, Yn, take all the time you need. I’ll be here waiting for you, whenever you’re ready. I’m not leaving you, Yn. Not now, not ever.” He tightened the hold he had on your hand. Looking at you with an unwavering gaze that made you feel in ease.

“Promise me, pretty boy?”

“I promise, pretty girl.”

OH, NIKI YOU’RE SO FINE! — CHP TWENTY-SEVEN

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toubledrouble · 4 months

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More pjo/hoo headcanons

Apollo kids exclusively work out with musics as a cabin, but they always argue about the playlist that should be chosen. Will uses councillor privilege to force them to pick country.

The Athena cabin has a projector for sure

Also, they have youtube premium because of lofi music

Apollo kids have been banned from using guns in training with others (they recreated the ten duel commandments from Hamilton and actually ended up shooting without missing the target. Now, they can only shoot on regular targets, not living ones)

Hephaestus and Athena kids are a living proof of the "an architect's dream is an engineer's nightmare" thing

There is definitely an Athena kid out there that hates math with a burning passion. Their mom isn't very happy about that.

Despite their rivalry, many Apollo kids have Ares cabin bffs - after all, they spend lots of time in the infirmary

Ares kids usually have a great relationship with their father - he is surprisingly encouraging and supportive

Will can definitely ride a horse and you can't convince me otherwise

Also. His mom has a yellow pickup truck with tons of stickers and a guitar on the backseat

Sally refused to use the subway ever since Percy was born (you know how the underground always smells like monsters and that's why Grover didn't notice the chimera? That was exactly why)

Percy used to cry in the seafood section of stores, especially if it had anything living there

Athena kids can achieve Eminem speed during debate, I will not elaborate any further

Oh also. They're not straight As kids, or at least not all of them, especially the older ones. I mean, the school system vs learning disorders? There's no way they're winning that fight entirely. They probably have the subjects they like and ace, and then the subject that are just there, and since they're not failing, they don't really care (yes this is about me getting a C from physics again, I hate physics)

Annabeth loves the "further is for physical distance, farther for metaphorical and father for emotional" tumblr post

Hera's cabin has a family portrait of the olympians, it's quite a bittersweet sight

Let Demeter kids have a scythe as their weapon of choice pls

Athena kids make so many lame nerd puns. Occasionally, a Hephaestus kid or a secret nerd will laugh.

Athena kids are definitely the type to fight the teacher about their grade. They will gather evidence that their answer is technically correct and either impress or annoy the teacher so much they will actually change their grade

All Athena kids have a resting bitch face (just like Hermes kids have a face that says they're troublemakers)

Hermes kids are naturally skilled at orientation on a map and in terrain

Hephaestus and Hermes cabin have once held a lock-picking competition (based on speed but also the amount of damage caused)

Every single person in the Athena cabin has seen both Dead Poets Society and School of Rock (and loved it)

For an absolutely nonexistent reason I think the Aphrodite cabin has some pro tip for washing blood out of clothes and stuff

Very stereotypical of me but in the Ares cabin, the strongest is the leader and their word is law, if you disagree, you gotta participate in a one on one fight of choice (it doesn't matter that much if you win, at least you still prove your bravery and the courage to stand up for what you believe in). Meanwhile, the Athena cabin votes on everything. And yes, they are proud of it. And yes, they have senate level debates where everyone uses whatever dirt they have on the others to win (because they probably know too much gossip without even really intending to) sometimes. Only sometimes.

Also. They have ostrakism which is basically a thing where you break a pot/vase/something, each person gets a piece and carves on the name of someone who is endangering democracy in their option. The person with the most votes gets chased out I think. Athena kids have changed up that part, they simply ban that person from voting for 6 months.

Athena kids with learning disorders. That's all I want to say.

Mentioning my previous 'Athena cabin has a Pallas cat' headcanon

Also Athena kids are the people who will point out historical stuff behind the names of places or companies (example: my country has a shopping centre called palladium, i instill the lore of the original palladium on anyone unfortunate enough to be there with me)

Apollo kids personalise their instruments - stickers, paint, carved initials, cool straps and other accessories, you name it!

They also have a whole row of those instrument hangers, yk what i mean?

#athena kids #children of athena #athena cabin #apollo cabin #apollo kids #pjo hcs #pjo hc #pjo headcanon #pjo hoo toa #pjo

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random-brushstrokes · 6 months

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Dorothea Sharp (British, 1874-1955) - Oriental lilies, ranunculus, amaryllis and sweet peas in an earthenware vase, on a window sill

#women painters #Dorothea Sharp #british art #floral art

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kirimoochi · 8 months

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confidential relationship.

₊˚ ᗢ alhaitham x ceo/gn!reader, modern au.

⤷ what is he like, when he's in a relationship with a ceo?

Al-Haitham has a satisfactory job. He doesn’t do more than he has to. He comes in early as 9 am and clocks out every day at 5 pm. His only job is to report files and sort them out at the office. He makes coffee in the morning and always refills his cup every few hours or so. It was nothing too special. At least, not to your caliber.

You wake up earlier than him, freshening yourself up and leaving the bedroom when the sun just barely peeks over the horizon. As the owner of a successful entertainment brand, you tend to show up to the office sooner than everyone else. Dressed professionally head to toe, you press a kiss to Al-Haitham’s forehead before leaving. He stirs in his sleep. His arms wrap themselves around the pillow you’ve replaced your presence with. He buries his nose into the fabric and inhales deeply. Too entranced in his dreams to know you’ve left for work.

Although you and he have been in a long-term, exclusive relationship, neither of you expressed it out loud. Even when you moved into his apartment, it has always been a quiet business. You met during your freshman year of college during orientation. The two of you hit it off quite well, with him being a linguistics major and you being in business. Neither of your classes was close to each other but you always made time to meet him in the middle for some coffee. What started as casual conversations about books led to something more romantic when he presses you against the soft cushions of his sofa. His forehead leaning against yours as he whispers to you a not-so-romantic confession about his feelings.

Going back to the present: His face gets a little red and warm when he sees a bouquet laying on his desk. Based on the variety and scent, he can infer that it came from you. He picks up a singular strand and holds it up to the tip of his nose, inhaling slightly to capture the aroma. He figures that you must have had it delivered earlier this morning. Did you call right before he woke up? He tucks the flower back into the vase. He lets a small smile crack his stoic expression.

Before he could pick it up and rearrange it in his room, Tighnari peeks through the door with a smile. Instead of asking about the mistitled files, he asks if the man received flowers from a secret admirer. He notes that the daisies and clematis produced a sweet smell that freshened his stuffy office. This causes Al-Haitham to shake his head and slam the door, replying to him only through emails about work. He’s glad that you sent these anonymously. He wouldn’t hear the end of it if you were to see his tinted ears.

During break hours, he would take the elevator to your office. He is quick to look and scan his surroundings before pressing the top floor. He dares not to ruin your reputation in this empire you’ve worked so hard to create. All those all-nighters in college, planning out your company with empty cups of coffee was not to be wasted just because he couldn’t hold his desire to see you. He clears his throat when he walks out, taking a few steps in the left hallway to reach your private quarters. He knocks several times in a rhythm only you can understand. And with a few seconds and clicks, the door unlocks.

You pull him into you, eagerly wrapping your arms around his waist as he smiles. With one hand holding his lunch, he uses the other to hold onto you. He kisses the crown of your head, whispering to you a soft, “hello.” He quietly guides you to one of your sofas, pulling you beside him as he continues to kiss your ear. You mumble a few protests in return but submit to his touches. He was waiting all day to see you and now that he has you, he doesn’t want to let go so easily.

At last, your stomach growls, leading to the two of you parting and chuckling a bit. He pulls out his lunch while you open up yours. You talk about how stressful it was to book Kamisato Ayato for a commercial promoting Yae Miko’s newest show: Cupid’s Lovestory. You and he lean into each other, with him sneaking a few bites of your food while you pout.

“Al-Haitham! You ate my favorite part.” “I made it for you, the least you could do is share a bit with me.”

#₊˚ ᗢ kirimoochi #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #alhaitham #al haitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #alhaitham x y/n #al haitham x reader

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OC QUESTIONNAIRE: IVO

thank you @simarcana for the tag :)

if any of you wanted to know ivo a little better, here's your chance.

hello, my dear. i believe we never met... i'm the spellweaver here at the Academia, and a substitute librarian for the time being, until they find someone else for the job. so... in which capacity i may be of help?

NAME: that would depend on who you see in front of you right now, me or the... oh. then just ivo is more than enough, there is no need to stand on ceremony ~

NICKNAME: with such a short name as mine, no one really called me anything else. if you don’t count common words of endearment, but i don't think that counts.

GENDER: ...hmm. that made me think. i’m used to think of myself as a man, but when i imagine being offered a different opinion, it doesn’t feel alien or make me uncomfortable either... there's always something yet to be discovered about ourselves, isn't it.

STAR SIGN: Pisces, but you might not find it very fitting anymore, now that i... oh, apologies, i got a little distracted for a moment.

HEIGHT: i never bothered measuring my own height exactly. probably a little over 180 barefoot, a little under 190 on heels... why would that be important? i assure you, 171-cm-on-heels worth of the Grand Sage in a bad mood can be much scarier. ah, you want me to get you this book from the upper shelf? in that case, my dear, how about i teach you a little beckoning spell if you have the time? it will come in handy when i’m not around to help. ~

ORIENTATION: there was a time when i preferred one gender over all others. now i prefer not to prefer either. that is just for the best for everyone. i’m truly sorry if you asked out of... personal interest, my dear.

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: i’m afraid even i don't have the answer. i was here for as long as i can recall, but my childhood memories are rather... hazy. it was definitely warmer than here though, that much i remember.

FAVORITE FRUIT: peach, the juicier the better. even imagining it in my hand, its fuzzy skin is warm from the sun, juice streaming down my fingers and palm and staining my sleeve... ah, it almost makes me feel the taste in my mouth.

FAVORITE SEASON: summer. cold and damp weather can be very hard to endure, it takes a huge toll on my mind and body alike.

FAVORITE FLOWER: a whole field of forget-me-nots. and the apple tree blossoming in the warmest month of spring. it’s not something you could pluck for your amusement and put in a vase... you can only appreciate it and step away, carrying this moment of peace in your heart.

FAVORITE SCENT: oh, you know these thick, spicy scents that are an essential part of every tiny store that sells all kinds of fake occult knick-knacks impressionable young humans are so obsessed with? yeah, this scent. it’s just... so nostalgic for some reason.

COFFEE, TEA, or HOT CHOCOLATE: i much prefer pomegranate wine, my dear, but alas, now that i’m not allowed to drink alcohol anymore... it would be linden and melissa herbal tea. aside from its mild taste and soothing qualities, another great thing about it is that it never becomes tart even if you forget about it for a long time... however, i would also never say no to a cup of hot chocolate in a pleasant company ~

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: more than nine, preferably. sadly, i’m rarely given that luxury. everyone always needs something here, and you can't really say no when it's the Grand Sage who's asking, now can you?

DOGS or CATS: neither, my... guest doesn’t like animals. or, rather, they do not like to be in my presence anymore. why are you looking at me like that? i thought professor Ember warned you about... i see. apologies for confusing you then. at any rate, if i have to choose, then cats. a cat sleeps for twenty hours a day and wouldn't give me any trouble, while having a dog demands too much physical activity for my taste.

DREAM TRIP: anywhere warm, my dear. (...where i really want to go is to go back in time and make a different decision, one i won’t be regretting for the rest of my days, but...) oh, i look sad? these cold stones just aren’t good for my morale. winter this year was awfully long.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: indefinite. nothing better for the night than making a warm cozy nest out of thick fluffy blankets. the flip side is that the warmer and cozier your blanket nest is, the more heartbreaking it is to leave it in the morning.

RANDOM FACT: there’s a belief among academia students that if you jump across the hall all the way to the statue of the First Sage on just one leg the day before the exam, and throw the note with your request, and the note stays in the statue’s hands, you will get an A+ without trying. no, no, not lazy, most of them prepare for exams anyway... it’s more of a tradition now. sometimes they write completely unrelated things. poems, love confessions to each other... someone even begged the statue to make professor Ember have a crush on them, poor soul. how do i know all that? whose responsibility it is to retrieve all these notes from the statue, you think?

tagging @kisica-plays, @pralinesims for OC you didn't answer this for, @agena87, @adoringsentiment, @kri-babe, @puppycheesecake and anyone who sees this and suddenly wants to hop on that train

#s:ivo #adelar’s storytime #adelar shows imaginary people #simblr #ts4 #the sims 4 #sims 4 character

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