#currently im listening to “the world we knew (over and over)”

[dearieshima]

I know Lucifer listens to Frank Sinatra while thinking about Lilith

#currently im listening to “the world we knew (over and over)” #and its the most heartbreaking and tragic sounding song I've ever heard #its so beautiful that i cried to it #i like to imagine that lucifer plays it on his record player when he's alone #and lean back in his chair listening to it as he thinks of lilth #of everything he did for her #and im feeling sad #im gonna go cry some more #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #─𝕳𝖎𝖒𝖇𝖔𝖘.✦

[suncoved]

RAFE, SCARY? PFFT ! — RAFE CAMERON

pairing; boyfriend!rafe cameron x fem!reader

summary: you had the most loving, sweet, precious boyfriend in the world. so why were your new found friends so scared of him?

prompt: “you let anything happen to her and i’ll fucking kill you, alright?”

you could barely contain your happiness as you applied your 5th layer of glittery lipgloss on your lips, holding the decorated pink tube in your manicured fingers. you batted your eyelids at the clock hung on rafe's wall.

kiara told you to be there at 8:00 and it was currently 7:30.

but you didn't want to be late, so leaving now was a good plan for you.

you had never met kiara's friends before. you had been best friends with her your whole life, but after she and sarah split, they told you you had to pick a side. and you would never tell sarah that the main reason you picked her was because of her psychotic older brother who was always roaming aimlessly around tannyhill.

sarah was your best friend, and you wouldn't trade her for the world.

but you couldn't help but ponder over what would have happened if you picked kiara, what life you would have had.

you missed her, truly. so when faced with the oppurtity to reconnect with her through your mothers exchanging numbers on one random night at the wreck, you took it.

and before you knew it she was inviting you to come down to the boneyard with some of her friends from the cut, to which you accepted gratefully.

you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the bathroom door click open, the steam rolling out from underneath it like a tidal wave. you turned your head softly at the noise, placing the lipgloss applicator quickly back in the tube.

beads of water trickled down his v line, escaping into the beige towel wrapped around his waist into a place you didn't even have the time to imagine. he lifted his hand up to his head, running a hand through his now brown hair that had darkened from getting wet under the stream of water.

"quick rafe we have to go!" you whined, trying to avoid eye contact with the 6'2 tall build distraction in front of you. you shuffled around the room, going into his closet and picking out clothes for him to quickly put on since he insisted — well — demanded, on driving you down to the boneyard.

you shoved the clothes into his hands, his hand making contact with yours momentarily, creating a spark between the two of you. your cheeks flushed as you quickly looked away, turning around and taking a seat at the foot of the bed.

you watched as he made no effort to move, a smirk you know all too well gracing his face. "rafe, i mean it. get changed" you groaned as you pushed your palms into the soft covers of his king sized bed.

"if you wanted to see me naked baby, you could just say that."

your cheeks quickly turned into the darkest shade of pink you could imagine, your hands quickly reached up to your face, covering your eyes as you huffed softly.

he scoffed at your movements, reaching over to spread your fingers apart so you could see through them. "im just joking ma, you've seen it all before." he winked, moving back to see the full sight of him while lifting his bicep up and flexing it in your face.

you jokingly rolled your eyes, falling onto the bed so you were now staring at the ceiling. your fingers found their way to each other, nervously intertwining as you thought.

you heard rafe shuffling around near his closet, his fly ziping up and the clink of his belt being melody to your ears. "what if they don't like me?"

your voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. if rafe wasn't listening he definitely would have missed it. but he always listens.. to you.

"impossible" he stated simply, using a tone that left no room for discussion. he didn't use that tone often, but when he did, you stayed quiet.

you chewed on your bottom lip, knitting your brows together.

you were so lucky to have rafe in your life. he was kind, caring and patient and always knew how to calm your anxiety.

honestly, you were surprised he let you go down to the beach with the pogues in the first place. you tried your best to keep out of that whole kook-pouge turf war as best as possible. to you, it was immature, unnecessary and just pointless. but it had been around on the island since before you could remember.

though, it was safe to say that you and rafe didn't see eye to eye on that topic. he didn't like the pogues, not one bit. and he made that very, very clear.

he knew how much you loved kiara, and how your face lit up when your mother's voice echoed through rafe's car speakers when she called you after seeing kiara's mother.

it took him longer to warm up to the idea that you would be seeing her whole friend group, which consists of just pogues, and most importantly, jj maybank.

there was nothing more rafe hated than jj maybank.

yet, he knew how happy this would make you. and he was willing to do this, for you. only for you.

"ready bubs" rafe announces, smoothing his polo down haphazardly and stuffing his feet into his shoes. he hears you pulling yourself up and off his bed, your socked feet padding over to him and resting your head on his chest.

he smiles and he brings his arms around your body. sighing contently as he places a kiss on your head before resting his chin on you. "they are gonna love you, like everyone loves you. don't think for a second that they won't"

you giggle against him, somehow trying to push yourself further into him, which was impossible.

"no im being serious baby, i have some serious competition." rafe huffed, pulling himself back from you and looking at your face peering up at him.

"shut up" you joke, your cheeks burning as you blushed at his words. he leaned down until his lips met yours, bringing his fingers to your chin and lifting your head up.

you two melted into each other, your sweet strawberry lipgloss coating his lips quickly. he didn't care though, he was kissing you. so nothing else mattered.

you were losing yourself in his touch, not noticing he was slowly pushing you back until your calfs hit the back of his dark oak bed frame and your body eventually fell against the soft fabric of his covers.

he slipped his hand up your lacy white cami, dragging his fingers up and down the soft skin of your stomach. he detached his lips from yours as his cold slender fingers slipped under the wire of your bra, kissing his way down your neck and chest.

you bit your now chapped lips as you looked down the the brunette boy making goosebumps appear over your skin. you threw your head back against his pillow closing your eyes and opening them again as your head lulled to the side.

your eyes fixated to the clock resting on his wall, reading 7:54. your mind ticked for a second before realising where you needed to be in exactly six minutes, gasping rather dramaticlly.

rafe's head snaps up to look at you, his eyes hooded with worry and hunger at the same time. it was only when he followed your eyes to his sleek white clock that he realised what had happened.

he rolled his eyes and he pulled your shirt back over your stomach, leaving one last searing kiss before smoothing the material down.

"rafe we have to go, now. now!" you whisper yelled almost slipping and you tried to put on your shoes while you hobbled out of his bedroom.

"baby, baby." he spoke, hopping up and walking quickly after you. he reached out to your waist holding you stable so you didn't slip over and hurt yourself.

"ok, ok. ill be careful. lets just go!" you gasped, trying to wiggle out of his firm grip. he chuckled as he let go, watching as you speed down the stairs of tannyhill and down to his white jeep parked out the front.

it was a fairly uneventful ride down to the boneyard, rafe's hand resting on your bouncing leg the whole time, slightly soothing the nervous feeling arising in your chest.

"c'mon baby, we're here" he voiced, opening his car door before quickly jumping out and circling the car before he opened yours for you. your eyes drifted down to the beach as rafe helped you out of his rather tall car.

a blonde boy with a backward cap resting on his head sat on a log with two other boys around your age, beers resting in their hands as they talked. your eyes followed along the beach where you saw kiara picking up trash along the shore, smiling brightly to yourself.

rafe intertwined his hand with yours, tightly squeezing it as he narrowed his eyes at the people on the beach. "you don't have to drink yeah? just tell them no, ok?" rafe spoke.

you nodded softly, peering up at him through your lashes to see his face stern and menacing.

you began walking first, dragging rafe softly behind you as your shoes hit the soft sand below you. you kept your eyes glued to your feet the whole way until you heard voices now crystal clear echoing through your ears.

"hey, you made it!" kiara exclaimed, bringing her arms around you as you let go of rafes hand. "hi kie" you murmured into her shoulder, embracing her into a soft hug.

"hey, rafe. what're you doing down these parts?" the blonde boy asked, standing up from his spot on the large log he was sitting down on before. you saw rafe tick his jaw to the side as you pulled away from kiara, his tongue sliding through the front of his teeth.

"just dropping her off maybank, not here to stay" rafe remarked, turning his attention to you as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek, ghosting his hands over your sides as he pulled back from you.

"call me when you need me to pick you up yeah?" rafe said, keeping his eyes on you as you nodded hastily. he smiled sweetly at you, watching as kiara grabbed your hand a pulled you down to the shore, showing you the tiny baby turtles rushing into the water in front of you.

"hey jj" rafe said, turning his head to the boy standing a few feet from him, not daring to come any closer. rafe watched as he nodded cautiously, pursing his lips together as to almost prepare himself for what rafe was about to say.

rafe took a few steps before he reached jj, grabbing the fabric of his shirt and hoisting him up until they were face to face.

“you let anything happen to her and i’ll fucking kill you, alright?"

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks #obx #rafe x reader #rafe outer banks

[sssilverstoned]

couples quiz ꩜ ln4

type: transcription from a youtube video

The GQ couples quiz goes precisely how you both, and your PR teams, expect it to

lily said: i just love world building (even if im not the best at it) so i can't ever leave a concept or pairing alone, so it goes!

part 1 part 2 part 3 2.5ish interlude

Y/N: Why do I feel like I left the oven on in the kitchen?

Lando: Well, because you did. I turned it off on our way out, don't worry about it.

y/n turns to the camera with a bright smile, and lando smiles at the sight of her own.

Y/N: My hero, everyone!

Y/N: And um, I guess we're getting started now? So hi, I'm Y/N L/N, a model and creative director currently based out of Europe.

Lando: And I'm Lando Norris, a driver for McLaren Racing's Formula 1 Team, and this is the GQ couples quiz. And if I may add, I absolutely think I'm going to win.

Y/N: I'm not even dignifying that with banter.

lando turns to the camera, an eyebrow raised.

Lando: Fun fact: Y/N's quite genuinely the most competitive person I've met in my entire life.

y/n's jaw drops with a scoff.

Y/N: No shot! You race for a living, for crying out loud.

Lando: Trust me, Love, you take the cake.

y/n rolls her eyes with no charge, a smile still on both of their faces and small looks exchanged between the two of them,

Y/N: Alright, you first. What's my favorite color?

Lando: (your favorite color), easy. it's the color of your phone case right now too.

Y/N: Yup. What's my favorite place I've traveled?

Lando: You loved Venice, no?

y/n winces, weighing her hands back and forth.

Y/N: I did, but that's not my favorite. In my whole life, I'd say,

Both: Jamaica!

they laugh at their unison.

Lando: And I knew that, I knew that! Because of your grandparents.

y/n nods fondly, giggling at how lando beats himself up about getting one wrong.

Y/N: Alright, what am I most scared of?

Lando: You're petrified of spiders.

y/n gags, and shudders.

Y/N: Don't even get me started.

lando turns to the camera with a faux look of exhaustion.

Lando: This girl refused to go into our bedroom for 3 hours once when I was out because there was a spider on the vanity.

Y/N: Whatever. Where did I go to school?

Lando: Switzerland and New York, very posh.

Y/N: You're calling me posh?

Lando: Can't the pot and the kettle both be black?

a producer bursts out in laughter in the background, making the couple do the same. there's a fondness in both their eyes as they double over in laughter.

Y/N: Okay, okay, almost done. What food do I love and hate?

Lando: You hate mushrooms, and for some reason, you really don't like salmon. As for what you do like, you get stir-fry and noodles a lot, but only from specific places. And you love tomato soup, that's the number one.

Y/N: Right again, nice baby! You make a good one now, by the way.

he winks at her.

Y/N: Who is my celebrity crush?

lando scoffs.

Lando: Dylan O'Brien.

Y/N: Forever and ever. My birthday?

Lando: March 10th, a spicy pisces, as you say.

Y/N: Hey, Olivia Rodrigo herself called me that.

Lando: And what about Scorpios?

Y/N: Nope, not your turn yet, I've got one last question.

lando takes a dramatic breath.

Lando: Alright, hit me with it.

Y/N: Where did we go on our first date?

a big smile grows on lando's face.

Lando: We went to a music show one of our friends recommended, and we both thought it was awful but didn't say anything because we didn't want to leave and have the date be over, so we listened to the most shit jazz music for an hour and a half just to be around each other.

Y/N: Best result from the worst music I've ever heard.

Lando: Ditto. Now, hand me the cards, yeah? I'm about to stump you so good.

the camera transitions to y/n now in the hotseat answering questions, lando teasingly taking his job very seriously with the question cards.

Lando: Alright. Where am I from?

Y/N: Bristol, thought you said you'd stump me?

Lando: This is literally question 1?

lando turns to the producers.

Lando: You see what I mean? Ferocious.

Lando: Moving on, what is our favorite show to watch together?

Y/N: We're rewatching Prison Break, so I'd say that?

Lando: I'll give you that one. Ugh, what was I wearing when we first met? Fucks sake, can we skip this one?

y/n sputters over him.

Y/N: Absolutely not, we're not skipping over this!

Lando: Oh come on, Love-

Y/N: I swear to you, the very first time I met Lando, he came to my 18th birthday party in a full on basketball kit!

Lando: I was told it was "Space Jam" themed!

Y/N: As in dress like you're in space, you fool! Not the Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny movie!

Lando: Needless to say, I was mortified. Seems like she still thought I was cute though, no?

another wink is sent to the camera.

Lando: What's your biggest pet peeve about me?

Y/N: You spoil everything. I can't ever watch a show or a movie without you walking in and going, "Oh, this is the episode before he dies." Like? Who does that?

Lando: Yeah, ah, guilty. Working on it. Eh, not really. What's my nickname for you?

Y/N: Cradle robber.

another producer reacts to this. a sputtering shock of laugh. "you call her WHAT?"

Y/N: We're the same age, mind you.

Lando: Wrong, you've been alive 8 months longer than me on this planet! 3/4 of a year, mind you. But I've got real nicknames for you.

Y/N: Yeah, you do. You call me Love, more than you say my name, so it always feels odd when you do say it.

lando doesn't respond with his voice, but the fond look in his eyes and nod at her answer.

Lando: What irritates me the most?

Y/N: About me? Or, like, in life?

Lando: Life, nothing irritates me about you.

Y/N: Oh, please. But, in life, you're pretty irritable when it comes to selfish people. You've always been like that, though, very compassionate and not a fan of people who aren't.

Lando: Very true, never thought of it like that, I guess. Just don't be an asshole, you know?

Y/N: See? Irritated.

Lando: Anyway. We're on our last question, so I guess you've won because it's not a point question.

Y/N: I won't rub this one in your face, just because you've been a great interviewer.

he gives her a gracious nod, and y/n rolls her eyes.

Lando: You'll never ever know how grateful I am. Final Question, what's something that you weren't expecting about me that you love about me?

Y/N: Oh goodness, are you wanting me to cry? Well, I think something that was initially a hard adjustment was the intensity of your racing schedule, and doing long distance sometimes. We don't really see each other sometimes, but when we do, you always sleep in. And at first it was really annoying to me, because we only have like, 3 days together, wake up! Let's do something! But once you told me that you let yourself sleep in on those days because it's a time to just, be, and we can do it together. So I guess my answer is, I wasn't expecting to love how much you love little moments. You've taught me to be grateful for things we take for granted, and I don't know, I think it's helped me through a lot.

lando stays still for a bit, an adoring look on his face as his eyes swell with what we think were happy tears. we're hoping so, at least.

Lando: I can't wait to marry you one day.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 social media au #lando norris imagine #lando norris x reader #f1 instagram au #social media au

[jqmalikhsgib]

stars

five

yn is super excited for tonight! it was the first night she’d been out in awhile to an award show. she’s been laying low for awhile, trying to make sure what her and aaron had was the real thing.

today she’s heading to the amas with her mom as her date. having told her mother she’s pregnant and her and aaron were getting married, her mom took the first flight out to come watch her baby get married to the man she’s fallen for four years ago.

yn asked her mom to be her date to the ama’s soon after the wedding. her and aaron agreeing to have a proper honeymoon after their baby is born.

yn currently wearing a beautiful red gown her mother picked out. she felt really grateful she wasn’t showing just yet. she wasn’t ready to tell the world that she’s pregnant, wanting to at least have her album come out first before spilling all the beans on her life.

“rihanna! rihanna! over here!” yn looks over and waves at the photographers. she’s holding her moms hand as she walks from one place to another to get her photo taken.

yn smiles and poses as her mom moves out the way for her to have her moment. “we love you, ri!”

“i love you all!” yn blows a kiss.

yn holds her hand out to her mom. she takes it as they walk over to do a few interviews.

when they got back to the hotel, yn calls aaron immediately. telling him about how amazing it was to be back out there. he listened to her gush about the fans and how much she adores them. aaron loves hearing her talk about her fandom! they meant so much to her.

“how’s the baby?”

yn runs her hand on her stomach with a smile. she knew it was probably in her head—or even just a food belly—but she swears she feels a little bit of a pudge.

“he’s good! barely got sick.”

“he, huh?”

yn blushes. “i just have a feeling it’s a boy. plus i really like the name river.”

aaron chuckles. “river, huh?”

“river road hotchner.”

aaron hums. it’s a nice name, he’ll admit. “and if they’re a girl?”

“melody rene hotchner?”

“already got names for our little one? we’re ahead of the game!”

“it’s just names ive liked for awhile. do you have any?”

“i always like oliver, wes, matt, and kai for a boy.”

“oliver hotchner? that rolls off the tongue well! little ollie for a nickname. oh, what about elizabeth for a girl?! or oliver and oliva for twins.”

aaron laughs. “twins? honey, let’s get through one baby before we think of two.”

“sorry, i just want thousands of little hotchner babies with you!”

“thousands, huh? a whole lotta practicing.”

yn giggle. “well, it’s totally worth it. got a good partner.”

“yeah?”

yn hums. “the best ive ever had.”

aaron scoffs. “big shoes you put on me, babe.”

“big shoes and big co—”

“woah, getting dirty there? is my baby feeling needy?”

yn was feeling extremely needy. it hadn’t been long since her and aaron had sex, but she could never have enough of him. she wasn’t lying when she said he’s the best she’s ever had. aaron took time to learn her body like no other. he made her toes curl each and every time. he truly cared about her and her pleasure.

“im always needy for you, aar. you know that! please don’t tease?”

aaron laughs. “i love teasing you, baby. gets you all hot and bothered, make you sweat, beg for it.”

yn whines through the phone. “aaron!” she whines.

“what could i do for my baby, hmm? what do you need?”

“i want to come home and get fucked, like that time we went to vegas? remember? fucked me like i was just your play toy, your plaything. remember?”

“mhm, remember it like it was last night. i can do that again, baby? i can fuck you like my dirty little slut, huh? when you get back home i can do whatever filthy little things my wife wants.”

“yeah? god, being called your wife has to be one of the biggest turn ons, ever!”

“yeah? my pretty little wife soaked for me?”

yn runs her hands over her body. she gently grazed her hands over her clothed heat.

“i want you, so bad babe.” yn whispers.

“you’ll have me, babe. you’ll have me as soon as you’re home. i promise babe. i would do whatever for you, you know that? it’s why im gonna tell you we’ll finish this up when you get home, yeah? i know when my wife’s more tired than anything.”

yn grunts. she knew he was right though. you’re exhausted and a bit jet lagged. “i love you, husband. my forever.”

“love you too, my star!”

a/n

clearly i like the name oliver. think it’s beautiful and if i ever have a son his name will be oliver!

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[jusalle]

I have an idea for Richarlison: his wife also being a footballer on the brazil women’s team and them losing in the world cup and Richarlison comforting her on the field? X

☆ Richarlison Imagine ☆ .

Send more suggestions cause I be loving them fr! 🤍

The game was against France.

It was the 80th minute in the game.

Your hands and body are all sweaty. Your body excited and tired.

The match is

3-2

You guys only needed 1 more point so the game could keep going and maybe make another goal to finish the game and win the world cup.

You've been wanting to win so bad. That's all you've ever wanted since you were a kid.

You wanted to win for your country Brazil and for your fiance, Richarlison.

All game you've been praying.

At this point both teams were extremely tired. Everyone just gave there last amount of energy they've had left.

France really was a good team. They always knew your next move as if they read you like an open book.

Now it was the 86th minute only 4 minutes until the game ends.

You were starting to get nervous. You guys only had 4 minutes left.

You wanted to make atleast 1 more point. You didn't care that everyone was tired and if we had to go into overtime. You simply wanted to win.

Since you made the last 2 points you wanted just to make one more.

You were dribbling the ball until you were close to the goal. Number 24 was currently trying to get the ball and move it away but I was too fast.

I got around and was right next to the goal. The goal keeper just looked at me with a smile but not a friendly one.

You simply just go for the kick.

You kick it.

The goalkeeper blocks it.

You fall to your knees as you hear the game ends.

France won the world cup.

You couldn't feel anything. You couldn't hear anything. You zoned out

You pull your shirt over your face so no one sees you crying or else the media will take pictures and post it.

Your body felt so weak. You tried your absolute hardest. I guess it simply wasn't enough.

You just wanted to go home with your fiance. You got up and you knew people would see your tear stained face but at that point you didn't care.

You started walking and saw Richarlison standing there on the field already waiting for you.

You start to run to him and you notice he has a tear stained face too.

You run into his arms and just cry into his shoulder.

"I'm sorry Richarlison, I could've won it and I tried my best and I couldn't fucking win it. I tried winning it for you" you said trying to make out your sentences as your words kept getting cut off by sobs.

"Amor, you did so well. In my heart you've already won it for me. You came this far, alot of teams don't make it this far you know. You did not disappoint me. Your country appreciates that the team made it this far." He says softly in your ear.

"Just breathe Amor,it's okay Princesa im here, you hear my heartbeat?, just focus on that and calm down"

After he said that you listened to his breathing and his heartbeat and finally relaxed into his arms.

"You always make me feel better Meu Amor" you said softly

"I'm glad I do Amor. I'll always be here for you and only you Meu Amor" he said whispering into your ear sofly

"I love you Richarlison"

"I love you more Y/n"

••••

THANK YOU for all the suggestions! also send more cause I be lovin them fr. But overall I hope you guys enjoyed this one my lovelies.🤭

#world cup #brazil #richarlison #richarlison de andrade #richarlison imagine #richarlison x reader #richarlison one shot

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

The Beginning Of The End - Chapter 5

Summary: You were once a “honeybee”, now you’re simply a “bunny”. Can an alliance and friendship still last after one’s former lover became the current lover of another?

Pairings: ELP x Reader x Jay White

Warnings: +18, mentions of cheating, cursing, mentions of smut, adult language. 

Tag: @theworldofotps , @writtingrose , @aerynscrichton, @daddyhausen , @melissahausen , @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @sultryfandoms , @new-zealand-chic, @crowleysqueenofhell , @thealliasylum , @legit9thlunaticwarrior , @adamjf , @josiewrites , @seeingstarks , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @moxkindagirl , @sunshinevirus , @im-just-a-mississippi-girl , @pleasantpastels

Chapter 4

Riley was still mesmerized, of course, he knew you had a strong personality and was incredibly outspoken. When you met that was the very first thing that caught his attention: your fierceness. Riley never failed to notice how those traits sometimes seemed to disconcert Jay to the point of anger. As a matter of fact, Riley was aware that Jay never knew how to handle you ever since the beginning of your relationship.

“She doesn’t listen, she does whatever she wants, she doesn’t understand nor obey me. She never does anything I want, she’s not-“

“She’s not like every desperate ring rat waiting for you at the arena parking lot who’s willing to lay on the concrete floor and let you walk over them just for your sheer amusement?” Riley chuckled and tossed his towel on the locker room bench before looking at Jay “Man, are you listening to yourself? She doesn’t ‘obey’ you? She’s not your daughter, Jay. She doesn’t have to do shit!” He huffed loudly “She’s a fascinating woman with a strong personality, not a teenager. So unless you want her to get tired of your immature behavior and eventually dump you, I suggest you stop treating her like she’s below you”. 

And now, sitting at the foot of the bed of your hotel room, Riley couldn’t take his eyes off of you. 

You paced around the room, murmuring a random jazz song as you chose an outfit for your breakfast date. After Riley watched the entirety of the discussion between his bunny, Jay, and Lisa, he did the only thing he could think of doing ever since he watched you fiercely defend your relationship: have an hour worthy of passionate sex. 

It probably wasn’t appropriate, but this whole situation was starting to get too strange to be considered normal, so what was one more freaky thing amid this chaos?

“This outfit looks weird, doesn’t it? It’s alright, you can say it” You asked when your eyes caught Riley intently staring at you. 

He shook his head lightly and smirked “No, you look beautiful, breathtaking” Standing up from the bed, Riley closed the distance between you and cupped your cheeks with his hands, “You’re perfect, do you know that? Sometimes I wonder how I got so lucky” His blue eyes’ scanned across your face, savoring the warm smile you offered him. 

“We both know you’re the perfect one” Standing on your tippy toes you pressed a soft peck on his lips and stated with a teasing smirk “Besides that’s the postcoital haze speaking”. 

Riley couldn’t hold back his chuckle when he replied “Trust me, bunny. Even though the sex is out of this world and you’ve ruined me for any other woman, what’s speaking right now is not the hormones but a four-letter word”

“Cake?” You teased again, giggling when Riley tickled your sides. 

“Smart ass. Fucking rude of you to ruin my wholesome moment” He playfully pouted 

“Awww, my poor baby. Will you feel better if I say that although I do love cake, I love you way more?”

“You love me more than you love cake? Damn, bunny, I’m flattered! I think I’m gonna cry”

Your laugh became louder when Riley tightened his grasp enough to crush you. “I love you, Ry”

“I love you more, bunny. More than you’ll ever know”

Jay’s patience was wearing thin, he didn’t want Lisa here, he never asked her to come nor had he allowed her to come. Seeing Lisa face to face solidified the hatred Jay already felt for the young woman, and such a feeling only seemed to grow inside him ever since you came to Japan. Being forced to face you every day and stare at the woman he’d lost only made Jay’s conscience weigh on the fact that not only he would probably never have you back, but he was also stuck with a woman he despised.

“Go get my son, please. I want to see him” Jay muttered, focusing on the task of setting up his toiletries on top of the bathroom sink. He needed to keep his focus on anything but Lisa’s face or else he would do something that would end his career and freedom.

“Not before you tell me what the fuck was she doing in here with you” Her tone did not leave room for doubt, she was incredibly pissed. Lisa was fuming with rage from the minute she saw you standing inside Jay’s hotel room.

“I’m not gonna ask you nicely again, Lisa. Just go get Charlie”. Jay was trying, he really was. To have Lisa in the same room as him and not punch her in the face took a whole lot of him and he knew that. Jay always despised men who hit women, to him they were nothing but cowards who were too scared to face someone their own size, but here’s the difference: Lisa isn’t a woman, she is a rat. A plague sent his way to end both his life and the patience he naturally lacked. 

“No” Lisa spits back, a mocking smile dancing across her lips. The jealousy she felt upon seeing the love and devotion written in Jay’s features as he stared down at you was too much for her to handle.

With an annoyed sigh, Jay reached for his phone in his back pocket and quickly tapped the number under the letter “K” in his contacts. “Hi, Keiko. Could you bring Charlie to my room, please? Yeah, same room as last week. Okay, thank you”. Without looking at Lisa, Jay stepped out of the bathroom and took two steps forward to the bedroom area.

Lisa felt her body shaking with rage, her chest was burning, a vein popped on her neck and a redness began to settle on her nape. “You can look at her as much as you want, Jay. But you’ll never have her back, I won’t let you choose her!” She called from behind him, following him into the room. She heard him chuckling from the bed where he was currently setting aside his dirty laundry.

“You won’t let me choose her? Aww, how cute” Jay mocked with a loud laugh before his cold, gray gaze settled in her face “Is it too late to let you know that I already chose her? I’ll always choose her!” Jay raised his hand up when Lisa started to protest “I know what you’re about to say, Lisa. And trust me, I know she won’t choose me again, definitely not after the biggest fuck up I’ve ever made in my entire life” His gaze intensified, silently making it clear that the last phrase was meant for her. “But I don’t care”, Jay continued, “She’s the only woman I’ll ever love. The only woman who owns my heart, my soul. I’ll always choose my honeybee over anyone! She’ll be my number-one choice until the day I die! And I suggest you start getting used to that” He finished with a bitter spat as someone knocked on the door, “Now, be useful for once and go open the door so I can be with the only joy you’ve ever managed to give me”.

After breakfast, Riley took you to one of the places you were excited to meet the most: Koishikawa Korakuen. The park was even more beautiful than you’d expected, its beauty completely breathtaking, like a livid painting before your eyes. Not even the best-resolution pictures online made justice to the astounding view. 

“Oh my god, Ry. This is beautiful!” You giggled, fascinated by your surroundings. 

“It truly is”, Riley agreed, as you turned around to find him intently staring at you. 

Shaking your head lightly, you felt like a teenager being complimented by her high school crush “Stop”. 

Riley smirked, pulling you closer to his body in a tight hug. He whispered softly against your lips “Never”, before delicately kissing the soft flesh. 

“I love you so much” was his next whisper once he broke the kiss. 

“I love you too, blue eyes” You smiled, giving one last peck on his lips before pulling him down to sit on the grass beside you. 

“Are you ok? You seem a little withdrawn and pensive this morning” You played with the longer strands of hair at Riley’s nape, “Did something happen?”

Huffing a laugh Riley focused on the lake before them, “How can I never hide anything from you?”, he felt the muscles on his neck tightening as the memories flooded his mind. 

“The argument between you, Jay, and Lisa earlier…I can’t get it out of my head” he began “I was coming back from the gym since I was feeling a bit weird, so I decided to go back to our room and when the elevator doors opened, I heard your voice and I just ran towards it…I thought” Riley looked up at the blue sky, mentally counting the clouds before continuing, “I don’t know what I thought, to be honest. I just heard your voice and then Lisa screaming so I guess I thought something bad was happening…I don’t fucking know what was I thinking, I just ran” Riley shook his head to try to get rid of the tightness on his neck.

Kneeling on the grass, you slowly placed yourself behind him. Positioning your right hand on Riley’s nape, you began to massage his neck as a way to help his pain. 

“That must’ve been scary for you” You kissed his cheek “I’m sorry, baby”. 

Riley laughed bitterly “I was shitting my pants”, he leaned his head back to rest it against your shoulder. “When I heard that fucking psycho bitch yelling like a lunatic I was scared that she may have done something to hurt you, I don’t know”. Riley grabbed your hand that was previously on his neck so he could intertwine your fingers. He pulled your hand down until your arm was stretched out on top of his torso, “When it comes to Jay she’s fucking clueless. She doesn’t care about who she hurts or what she has to do to keep him so I ran there because I didn’t want her to hurt you because of him”. Turning his face to the right, Riley placed a soft peck on the side of your neck. 

“My knight in shiny ring gear” You teased, making Riley chuckle while you placed your other arm on top of his torso. As you hugged him from behind, you whispered “Thank you for coming to my rescue and I’m sorry you got scared”. 

“It’s alright, bunny. I’m glad you’re ok” Riley poked your knees until you laughed. Finally sitting on the floor behind him and resting your back against a tree trunk, you pulled him back toward your body.

A few minutes of comfortable silence passed by until Riley spoke again, “Bunny, can I ask you a favor?”

“Of course, Ry”

“Can you stay away from Jay while you’re here? I don’t want Lisa to see you around him and do something stupid”

“Well, I can’t avoid randomly meeting him, Ry. Not when we are currently in the same place” You covered Riley’s lips with your hand as he began to protest, “But, I’ll do my best to not be around him, although it may not always work, I promise I’ll try to stay away from him”. 

Riley pecked the palm of your hand that still covered his lips before pulling your hand away from his mouth, “Thank you, bunny”. He lifted his head up for a kiss that you gladly gave him until a voice pulled you out of your cotton candy love haze. 

“Oh look who we have here, Charlie! The couple of the year!” Lisa chuckled, sarcasm dripping from her words as Jay approached her with a frown.

“You wouldn’t mind if we had a picnic beside you, right?” Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she didn't wait for a response to settle her things down on the grass beside you and Riley. 

#the beginning of the end series #jay white x reader #jay white imagine #jay white #el phantasmo imagine #el phantasmo x reader #elp imagine #elp x reader #el phantasmo #elp #masochist writes

[thatdeadaquarius]

OP your addtion about the Harbinger's reaction? Sent me wheezing to the moon 🤣🤣💀

I dont have any additions to Teyvat language yet (other anons have a more in depth explanations while mine is just shitposts wheEZE--) but I did have an idea for a Genshin AU.

I'm pretty sure everybody has heard about the blue alien people Avatar. Tribal people from another planet. (Also I just stumbled upon the forests of Sumeru while going through Chasm quests. The one that has giant mushrooms).

Imagine Genshin in the Avatar Au. Sumeru can be based on the first movie (It fits cause from what I can explore of Sumeru reminds me of the time I watched Avatar of the first time. Pure awe and wonder..) While the Water nation can be based on the 2nd movie, Hoyoverse hasnt released the name of the Water Country yet so we're just waiting. Mondstadt can be based on the upcoming 3rd (4th or 5th? Idk they had it lined up) movie that involves being high above the clouds. Kind of like the Jade palace or the Floating Abode in the serenitea pot.

Its all I could base for now since the other movies dont have that much info yet to be paired with Genshin's countries.

Bonus idea that randomnly popped into my head:

Still going with this Au but its sagau themed. Creator!Reader arrives to Teyvat and is considered as Eywa

NOW THIS

THIS IS AN ✨️IDEA✨️

I just want u to know i feel b l e s s e d that u put this in MY ask box , when this coulda been a whole post of ur own 💖💖🙏🙏

WARNING: So i havent seen the new movie, just the og Avatar one, and i totally loved that concept about Eywa and how their world works so ill refresh myself but if theres any new lore from the 2nd movie i aint got it yet 💁 srry babs

🎵 FROM THE DAY WE ARRIVED ON THE PLANEETTT

AND STEPPED OUT BLINKING INTO THE SUN

AND THE SUN ROSE HIGH IN A SAPPHIRE SKY

ITS THE CIRRRRCCCLLLEEE OF LIFFFFEEEE 🎵

^ except ur like the life itself bc ur god now

Thats why i put that there

This AU radiates that energy

♤

BRO I TOTALLY FORGOT ABT U MENTIONIMG THE COOL CHASM STUFF AND PICKED THAT GIF ALL ON MY OWN

BC I THOUGHT IF ANYTHING LOOKS LIKE EYWA TREE IN GENSHIN ITS THAT BEAUTIFUL MUSHROOM GOD

ANYWAYS-

So I accidentally posted this too early so keep refreshing or coming back bc if theres no "♡the beloveds♡" im still updating this then LMAO

SRRY GUYS

So anon's a genius and i could listen to u talk about this all day

I fucking love combining world building or lore together

Esp like making one the AU or just the setting like u said with Avatar worlds as settings and same characters-

EEEEEE U ARE EYWA- YESSSSS YESSSSSS I AM YOUR GOD BITCHES!!! SUCK ON MY BIG FAT MAN TIDDIES BITCHES RAHHHHH /REF

♧

So they deffo use "Eywa" as a term for you instead of your name

Honestly, before when u were a mysterious af planet creature thing (lets say u get isekaied there i mean)

Nobody rlly knew if u even could take a mortal form or even thought of that as a concept

I feel like the younger generations immortals and Teyvat's current countries kinda think of you Eywa as more of a passive entity life force thing

Rather than the older immortals and creatures that had seen thru eons or over the course of a couple thousand years

That u were very aware and intelligent

Not that ur energy or aura didnt tell them that alone

◇

So a little deeper into the Teyvat lore here but i dont see anybody else talking about it so I will

Originally, it was the Seven Sovriegns and you, and eventually Phanes and their Four Shades,

And they literally all quickly came to realize u literally made this planet and began to start the first traditions of worshipping you!

Like putting gifts or hand made goods at the base

(Ppl have also gotten a tradition from Morax/Rex Lapis and Guizhong and other adepti to leave birthday letters to offer you, which ties into what i say below⬇️)

Ya know,

Eywa the tree could even be a sort of source to the eyes of Teyvat of what you look like while u were playing the game

Like how Eywa's little jellyfish reach ppl in the forest and shit? I think?

So like i would imagine that whatever u make certain vessels or acolytes do most often, is what they think they should offer u :0

◇

Claymore users give u gemstones and ores

Bow users give u hunted game like fowl, or the treasure from puzzles that required arrows (like those bursting blue balloons?)

Catalysts and Polearms give u all kinda of crazy shit lmao

Bc they can be used for a vareity of things

◇

Bc of ur player status and abilities, people of Teyvat attribute a gain in power or talents or whatnot to you, Eywa

So say u actually physically there now, and u just wake up under the coolest sickest tree youve ever seen in ur life

Omg could u imagine????

Seeing Teyvat irl? But AVATAR WORLD IRL???!!!

You would stand there lookin around like a drunk fuck for like 20 minutes, maybe longer lmao

Its just so ✨️pretty✨️ here

Also the tree itself just feels like, the equivalent to ur bedroom basically but like specifically if it was hella comfy and like just the way u want it (all the decor is up, the floor is clean, u got like hot choco on ur desk, theres a candle burning, etc.)

♤

Oh so since ur like weirdly connected to the land, like u know how theres a voice line abt walking in that glowing aranara part of Sumeru and ur steps light up?

I saw that too in the OG avatar movie

So i feel like u would have a map with ALLLLL the peoples on it and little icons

U can focus on just vision users or bosses or big nature things like Dragonspine

◇

Oh so Eywa can control all animals and whatnot and so u as a mortal person can too

So anytime theres a threat u can deadass just become a pokemon trainer LMAO

Ok but think how badass it would be to just like,

Get the Primo Geovishap or Giant Bird Jadeplume Terror thingy to just leave their territory and wipeout some mfs

(coughunknowngodasomodaycough)

It would be fucking amazing

♧

Unrelated to above bc im just spitting out ideas srry guys

but like

I feel like if u were a lifeforce sort of ancient eldritch god for the entire goddamn continent of Teyvat let alone the whole planet-

You would have to maintain said continent/planet

Like, make sure the Irminsul is growing okay, protect from mfs like Dottore,

Stop diasters if ur Eywa too, esp bc u can hear prayers now, and would hear ppl crying out to help them geez

while the prayers of the many kinda just glob together to form the major "feeling" of the prayer for most creatures,

Vision users, gods, ancient creatures u can get their exact sentences

Basically more magic = better heard to connect with u

◇

Oh u know, i could even see it being even more manual or personal labor bc ur not like a tree connected to ur roots thruout the world technically

Like if volcanoes erupt in Natlan, the archon and gods there help and u r also wanted/needed in person for it to work

U would still be powerful, but yeah like say the tree was u just playing genshin before,

The game automatically regulated diasters and stuff other than what was supposed to happen in game

◇

So kinda bouncing off that I read smwhere that the Na'vi dont actually view Eywa as like omnipotent or omniscient

(like the God™️ from the Christian bible for a example of what your not)

And also! Dont blame/attribute natural diasters, plagues, or other bad stuff on Eywa

So good for you whew 💦

Ur actually supposed to kinda just be the collective lifeforce or Teyvat/world and nature, and a defender and guide of life :0

Which kinda fits with the whole "upgrading characters" thing actually

◇

Okay but I saw somewhere in SAGAU tag someone did another name instead of Creator to spice it up and its "All-Mother"

And interestingly, Eywa in Avatar is also called that and "Great Mother"!!

How fun :0

Also, the reason Eywa still got people with free-will is bc they kinda described the relationship to Eywa being something like a mother or parent

Maybe where name/titles came from ig?

Either way, ppl be calling u all types of nicknames u aint heard before lmao

I mean ur sacred, they dont just say ur name,

Nobody knows ur real name or what u call yourself

Just what they call u

Bc they couldnt communicate with u super well before, (the bday letters were the closest they got verbally, and even then they had to be addressed somewhat to ur first vessel the traveler to get thru/be seen)

Otherwise yeah u operating them lets say before on Earth you rlly felt like an eldritch nature deity 💀

Cause u guide them in battles, strengthen their talents and skills and bodies, and feed them food

If they were in battle like needing healing food, u help them heal by consuming it for them so they dont have to take a snack break in battle and

Let me tell u, these denizens of Teyvat who have to constantly deal with magic and monsters and abyss stuff, so a stroll outside ur house gets u in a fight...

...They are very grateful for that needless to say.

Plus i like to think u make fighting easier on them bc ur "guiding" their bodies

◇

Anyway thats a long winded way to say, help me think of all the names Teyvat's given you lmao:

Eywa

All-Mother / Great Mother

All-Father / Great Father

All-Parent? / Great Parent

Creator

Their Grace

Great Puppeteer

The Puppeteer

Soul of Teyvat

Greatest Soul

☆

She aint long bc im not that creative and this idea has sm potential too���

I would love to be Eywa sounds fun and powerful af and i dont get expected to be Jesus and they know i dont cause the natural diasters, like that sounds nice

Aight im no genius and this writing feels like im just rambling like a drunk guy sittin on the sidewalk mumbling to myself, i had to stop writing 💀

Like that energy specifically-

So lmk if yall got any other cool titles or names :0

I couldn't think of anymore :/

Also srry about the updating this post and making u check back in if u already read this before i put the taglist

(Me putting the taglist means im done editing/writing this dw if u seein this)

Cheers,

🌒🌧🌊Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

♡my beloveds♡

@karmawonders / @0rah-s / @randomnatics / @glxssynarvi / @nexylaza / @genshin-impacts-me / @wholesomey-artist

#oh geez #this is embarassing #yall dont look at me rn dont perceive #go check out my 2 other recent asks #genshin impact #ask box open #genshin sagau #my asks #sagau #genshin imagines #genshin sagau ideas #gender neutral reader #genshin isekai #genshin god reader #ok i finished #lmao my writing i mean #i accidentally posted this before it was fully baked in the oven 💀 #it was undercooked #fixed it #genshin avatar au #genshin impact avatar au #genshin eywa reader #genshin impact imagines god reader #genshin impact sagau

[gildalilli]

I just rewatched the scene where Crow and Zira dance and it finally clicked that they are having two entirely different conversations while they dance. Neither is listening or responding to the other. They have different "exactlys". I knew this in theory but rewatching it and seeing the way they fill in their own blanks is fascinating.

This is how the conversation went to Crowley.

C: "You are playing puppets with the humans, please stop. Making it rain to see if it will make them talk is relatively harmless in terms of their free will, but It is going too far to control them without their consent or knowledge. Additionally, I'm scared for us and we're in immediate danger. Again, please stop being creepy, so we can make a plan together on the next step for gabriel. I need your help and your behaviour is adding to my anxiety."

What he heard in Aziraphale's answers and actions: No thanks im too happy playing god, and you dont know what youre talking about. By the way I kept this skill of being the only angel who is able to dance a complete secret from you for 200 years, betraying your trust just a bit more. I'm also going to stand up for Gabriel because I'm brainwashed by heaven still and don't really care to ask about the abuse he did against you or the murder threat to the person you love most dearly in the world. Your feelings about that don't matter as long as I can do what I want right now.

And this is how the conversation went to Aziraphale.

C: I've been very stressed over everything lately and am venting this to you.

"Don't stress, look: I planned a big romantic date for us as well as the women. Come over here and spend some time with me and maybe you will feel better. See? I love you so much I'd keep hell at bay for us."

I am prejudiced against heaven and dont care what happens to an angel like you in their time of need. I actively wish him harm, despite knowing your feelings, which aren't important to me. I'm also going to ignore all of the effort you are currently putting in.

"I know you're a grumpy, anxiety ridden person but I need you to see what I'm trying to tell you right now. I'm confident in my ability to protect you, as I always have. I love you. Oh I planned this so meticulously and everything is going wrong."

They dont LISTEN because theyre so hellbent on being heard themselves. And it's how instead of achieving a successful, coordinated win like the body swap in s1, we get no satisfying triumph over the odds in s2. No clever plan of action because this same pattern of being unable to work together and failing to listen to the other person has been a problem ever since Armageddon and the body swap itself left them too traumatised to have a functional relationship.

#good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #meta #and you also have to think these poor sods went straight from armageddon into covid lockdowns

[luveline]

sirius and loser!gf who's so conditioned to being a secret hookup to boys who want to be seen with someone hot not sweet, who gets so confused when sirius publicly refers to her as his girlfriend

when I saw this I saved it to my drafts instantly cos I knew I'd wanna talk about it. okay. this is my favourite thing in the whole whole world and your brain is huge and ily SLIGHTLY NSFW MDNI PLS this was supposed to be just a little blurb but it's a long informal blurb my bad

you're a normal girl, but normal isn't pretty anymore not for so many guys and you're so used to being a secret 'sneaky link' that you don't even bring it up. sirius is kind – he surprised you with how kind he is, because honestly you'd seen how pretty he is and thought okay, if he wants to use me for some fun that's alright with me. best sex of your life, he'd done all the prep ur previous links hadn't bothered to do and practically redefined aftercare for you. literally the heart attack you have afterward when he pulls you in for a hug the first time almost kills you, and when he doesn't let go for a long time you think it might've. and this keeps happening. and it's never only sex, which is the kicker, super odd, but you're not stupid enough to question a gift when you get one.

the good sex is a small small part of how kind he is. a seriously tiny part compared to all the rest. he takes you out for dinner before or after or whenever you want to go, he makes sure you have everything you need, then he starts buying you stuff you definitely don't need. he starts to call you all the time, near everyday, and you realise you like him and it's a bad idea to keep answering but you can't help yourself

he listens to you chat about your current hobbies with patience, he asks questions, and the first time he hands you a skein of embroidery thread and says, i saw this and thought it would go really nice with your skin, for one of your bracelets, you know you're in love.

but whatever, right? he won't be the first boy you can't have. i feel like you'd get so in your head about it that you can't connect the dots no matter how obvious they are. he invites you over and you don't have sex half as much as you used to and you think oh he must've changed his mind and he's too kind to send me home. he kisses you in the middle of a conversation and you can't explain it to yourself, he's just nice. you're delusional, but it feels impossible.

there's even one night where he's drawing hearts into your cheek with the tip of his finger and he says, i don't know how we got so lucky.

and you think, yeah, we do like the same things in bed, iguess that is rare. ur just stupid about it because your self esteem is soooooo so low. not in a "hate yourself way" (though maybe a little) but a "what would he really see in me?" way.

AND SO. he asks you out to meet his friends. whatever, you're nervous but not that nervous, when he finally breaks your heart you'll never see him again so why would his friends matter.

there they are, james and remus, and remus says, its nice to meet you and james says, the infamous y/n with a huge grin

sirius throws his arm around your shoulder and kisses your cheek and says, yep, this is my girlfriend Y/N

my girlfriend, james repeats like he's going to throw up. im so sick of hearing him say 'my girlfriend'. you'd think you didn't have a name.

don't be cruel, he's just excited.

yeah I'm excited! look at her

your ears are ringing. you turn to him with your lips parted in confusion and his smile fades as he sees your expression. he excuses you both quickly and pulls you outside and asks what's wrong.

im your girlfriend?

I feel like he would be so shattered at first cos in his head you've literally been going out for weeks now, spending days upon days in each other's company and kissing and just meshing together as a couple and he's thinking fuck this was all one sided???

but you maybe start crying and you're looking at his shoes and you're inconsolable pretty quickly. snivelling, words broken up by your tears, you're pathetic and it doesn't matter as you confess all your feelings for him and how you hadn't thought in a million years that he would ever like you like you like him, you're torn apart

sirius is dumbfounded but he's so in love. he catches your face in both hands and kisses the top of your head until you've calmed down, and then he tells you the FULL TRUTH. he's mad for you, he has been since he met you, he thinks you're amazing. sirius black of all people is obsessed with you and it doesn't make any sense but it does!!! of course it does!

sirius marches you back inside and introduces you as his girlfriend again. he goes around the entire pub telling people you're his, and how pretty you are, and you wanna hear her talk, mate, i could listen to her for hours.

I think he would spend a long time after that trying to build your confidence and your esteem. like, insane heart aching heart to hearts and the gooiest warmest sex of your life. hugs in the middle of the supermarket, random gifts. he frames a photo of you and puts that shit on his desk because he is in love with you. everything about you especially all the shit u don't like yourself. and plus when you actually know you're his girlfriend and he's your boyfriend, you realise you can do all the things you'd wanted to. you can call him from work and you can ask him to shower with you and you can make him bracelets and clay pots and anything you want. you can kiss his high cheekbones and play with his hair. i think he'd have an aneurysm

#jade's asks #ily #the loser gf origin story skeleton by accident #this should've been fully fleshed but i really didnt think i was gonna write as much as i did #thank you for sharing your thoughts with me this is the most severe 'brain rot' ive ever experienced #sirius black #blurb????

[yumizcorner]

im like a sucker for ANY felix anything btws, <333 so like idol!reader coming home tired after having to do promos for there groups cb. and felix yk comforting the reader (extra kiss and kisses and cuddle pls),i suck at requst,so um

xoxo, bonnie

You‘re my home~

Lee Felix x reader

!!fem pronouns used | idol!reader | mentions of kissing | reader takes a bath (is naked) in front of Felix but nothing comes from it | just some fluff!!

A/n: thank you for your request!!! It was fun to write and I hope you like it. I also hope it’s the amount of cuddles and kisses that you wanted :) i wasn’t sure if you wanted Felix to be an idol too so I tried to make it possible for the reader to imagine that he either is an idol or not lol.

Have fun reading!!

Felix was currently sitting on the couch of your shared apartment. He watched some TV but payed less attention to it since he watched TikTok’s on his phone,the tv causing comfortable background noise. Even tho he didn’t really pay attention to his surroundings,he clearly heard the cracking sounds of the door. He threw away his phone and jumped up,running towards the door. His eyes light up as he saw that you were there,taking off your shoes and your jacket. „Y/n~“ he said and smiled brightly while he hugged you tightly. You smiled a bit too but Felix noticed that something was off. „Is everything okay,love?“ he asked while looking at you,his arms still wrapped around your body. „Mhhm“ you nodded. „just a hard day at the entertainment“ Felix nodded and took your hand. „Don’t worry,I got you“ he said while he guided you to the living room. „Did you eat something yet?“ he asked with a slight worried face. You shook your head. „Okay listen up. I‘ll go now and prepare a warm bath for you and then we can make you some food“ you smiled at him and went to the bathroom with him. „Thank you Lixie~“ you said while kissing his cheek.

Goosebumps spread all over your skin as you sat down in the warm,comforting water. „Wanna talk about your day?“ Felix asked. You told him to not leave your side because you simply just needed him. Your day could’ve been so much more exhausting and Felix would’ve still made you accept and forget everything. „we took care of our comeback today“ Felix took a bathtub sponge and started to softly brush over your skin while you kept on telling him about your day. „we filmed the last parts of our m/v and right after that we filmed the dance practice video and next week we will have to perform our songs at many shows and comeback stages.“ Felix made little sounds of agreement while you talked. He knew how you felt. He lived with you for so long,it wasn’t new that you came home tired and exhausted. He was always ready to give you everything you needed when you felt like that. You worked so hard to reach your dreams,you deserved the world in his eyes.

„Did you have fun tho?“ he asked while he put shampoo onto your head and softly started to massage the shampoo into your hair,also pressuring your head comfortably. „Yeah of course…it’s not like I’m complaining yk? I want to do this and I love it…it’s just exhausting sometimes.“ Felix washed out the shampoo after some time wich made you sigh. He always knew the best temperature for you. „You’re doing good and I’m really proud. Sometimes I can’t even believe that you‘re mine when I see you at all of those events“ you giggled slightly. „I‘m all yours and I wouldn’t change it for anything in this world“ Felix placed a big long kiss on your lips and ended it with a "mmmwah" sound wich caused you to smile. „I’ll go and start to prepare the food now,alright? You can take your time here“ you nodded at him and enjoyed your bath for a few more minutes,breathing in deeply.

Felix prepared your fav food meanwhile. He bought all the ingredients yesterday when he went to the store to get some stuff. He planned to make it for you when you need it and he decided that it’s definitely time for that now.

You took little steps into the kitchen and sat down on one of the seats at the counter,watching your boyfriend cook for you. Once he was done,he placed the plate with food in front of you and sat down next to you. You both started to eat,enjoying each other’s company while enjoying the tasty food. The playlist,wich Felix made for you,softly playing in the background since he turned it on before you went to the bathroom.

Once you were done with eating and had no more space for more food,you picked up the plates and sat them down in the sink,pouring a little bit of water on them. Felix wanted to do that for you but you insisted to do that since he did so much for you today.

When you were satisfied with how clean the plates were,you joined Felix on the couch. He smiled as he saw you and opened his arms,a blanket wrapped around him wich he opened for you too. You giggled and laid down,into his arms wich wrapped around you shortly after,just like the blanket wich he wrapped around himself and you after you held onto him tightly. You snuggled into him further and looked up to him. He smiled happily and kissed your forehead. „I love you so much Lix“ you said. „I love you too y/n“ he said and connected his lips with yours. The kiss was gentle and soft,kind of matching the rhythm of the song that played in the back.

You were genuinely happy in that moment. Everything felt so comforting and nice. The warmth of the blanket and Felix’s body wich was pressed against you firmly. The music playing in the back wich you almost blurred out completely,yet it was still important for the moment since it was the cherry on top to make it perfect. And of course the warmth of Felix‘s plush and soft lips pressing against yours,moving slowly. No matter how often you two already kissed,it always left soft tingles in your lip area just like it left tons of butterflies in your stomach.

Your lips left his as you had to catch breath again. The two of you were still looking at each other wich changed as your eyes wandered down a little bit. His freckles were so cute in your opinion. Your eyes traveled along the little points just as your fingertips. It was just like he had little stars on his cheek wich was kinda funny since he truly was your universe.

You smiled brightly as your eyes stopped at the little special freckle. It was the one that had the shape of a heart. Your fingertip softly brushed over it. Shortly after that you saw how his freckles moved wich was caused by Felix’s smile. You looked at him fully again and your heart melted. He looked so adorable with that smile on his face. He moved a little and placed a kiss on your nose and then on your cheek. „Now I won’t doubt anymore that you love me“ he said and laughed. „Why?“ you asked,his laugh making you giggle too. „Even someone that’s blind could tell that you love me after how you observed me“ your cheeks turned slightly read since you didn’t really realise that you looked at him the whole entire time.

You laid between his arms,head resting against his. His breath was tickling a few of your hairs wich he played with. Your arms already found their way around his body just like his still laid around your body. You two we‘re tangled up on each other like it’s impossible to part you. You moved a little more downwards and rested your head on his chest. He placed a kiss on the top of your head and started to stroke your hair. Felix hummed along with the song that was currently playing in the back. You felt the vibrations of his voice wich were softly going through your body right into your heart,filling it with love and joy. He even started to sing a long with his favourite song as you started to doze off. His calm and deep voice comforted you so much in this moment that it sent you to sleep instantly. After all that happened today,after all the stress and the exhausting activities,it felt like it was a good day. The best day in a long time.

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[xoxiu]

twinkle - ot7 x reader

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summary: she had just wanted attention, that’s why she kept texting the strange number, updating him on everything in her life. little did she know how dangerous this relationship actually was. it had been jimin’s idea to kidnap the girl, but the ability to travel across the world to actually do it had been all hoseok’s doing. convenient how some things work, right? they knew that they were destined to have their baby with them, whether she wanted it or not.

tags/warnings: kidnapping, forced age regression, spanking, noncon, mafia au, drug use, stockholm syndrome, caregiver!bts, little!reader, nonsexual, diapers, panic attacks, fluff and angst, sickfic, referenced child abuse, unrequited love

a/n: i wrote this fic in 2018 on ao3 and wattpad, but im putting it here for archival reasons ♡

Ophelia's blood ran cold as Jimin stood up wordlessly. She began to shake out of fear as she was picked up from the highchair, expecting the worst. To her surprise, instead of a gunshot to the head or being stabbed with a kitchen knife, Jimin simply sat her down on the floor facing the corner. 

She opened her mouth slightly and turned around to face Jimin. He was approaching the spilled cereal (which had slid all over the tiled floor) with a broom and sent Ophelia a stern look once he realized she wasn't facing the corner. The look alone was enough for Ophelia to turn back around and start to fiddle with the bottom of her sleep shirt. 

It was now that she realized that these weren't her pajamas. These ones were soft and warm- very comforting in the chilliness of early spring mornings. The shirt was white with pink sleeves, and the bottoms were entirely pink. The clothes weren't that bad; Ophelia would've bought them for herself had she seen them in a store.

After what felt like three hours (in reality, it was more like five minutes), Ophelia heard Jimin humming a song. He intended it to be soothing to the girl currently in time-out, but it came across as more anxiety-inducing to Ophelia. She began to bounce her leg and bit her lip as her leg started to tingle again. 

"Five more minutes, baby."

Ophelia leaned her head against the corner, wanting nothing more than to turn around. Not knowing what Jimin was doing behind her made her incredibly anxious, and her breathing became more labored as time went on. She could turn around- she didn't have to listen to him. There was a door a few feet away from her which lead outside, so she could potentially get out of the corner and escape. However, her legs still felt like jelly, and she probably couldn't even stand no matter how hard she tried. She'd just have to endure until she felt strong enough. 

Once her ten minutes were up, Jimin looked up from his phone to find Ophelia shaking like a leaf. He felt bad for punishing her on her first day, but he couldn't let her tantrum go unpunished. 

"Shh, baby girl. You're okay." Jimin picked Ophelia up, ignoring how she flinched once he grabbed her. She was stiff in his arms, no longer squirming like she had been previously. Jimin was thankful that she wasn't fussing anymore, but also disappointed, knowing that she mentally put herself in another situation by dissociating from her current reality. As he reheated the bottle, he began to rub soothing circles on her back and softly talk into her ear, but nothing brought her attention back to the present. 

The beeping of the microwave caused Jimin to take his attention away from the pink-haired girl in his arms to take the bottle out. He made sure the milk wasn't too hot and then lightly bounced Ophelia on his hip- she still wasn't responding in any way. Jimin sighed and placed a small kiss on her temple. 

"How about we have your bottle in the living room? Then Mommy can put you down for an early nap, okay?" Jimin didn't expect a response back and started to walk into the living room. He sat on one of the couches and placed Ophelia on his lap, pulling her close for a cuddle before placing the nipple of the bottle to her lips.

This brought Ophelia away from her thoughts, and once she realized what exactly was happening, she shook her head from side to side so violently it gave her a small headache. Jimin held her head securely so she couldn't hurt herself anymore, but Ophelia still refused to open her mouth. He could tell she was beginning to tire herself out, so he let her use the rest of her energy.

Jimin repositioned himself and Ophelia so his legs were on the couch and his torso supported by the armrest while Ophelia laid in the same position as him, back to his chest. After the change in position, Ophelia moved her head to the side so her face was now buried in the back of the couch. Jimin didn't stop her, but instead simply set the bottle in her own lap and reached onto the end table for the remote. He turned the television on a kids' program with the volume low, hoping it would be enough to coax the girl out of hiding. 

"I know you're hungry, baby," Jimin said, running his fingers through the light pink strands of hair. Once Ophelia would be reported missing, the odd hair color would be one of the most defining traits the police would be searching for and they'd have to dye it. Jimin didn't want to; he thought it was a very pretty color that suited Ophelia, but understood what must be done for her own good. 

"You haven't eaten in nearly a day," this got Ophelia's attention- had she been here a day? She honestly couldn't remember. "Please at least drink your milk for Mommy, Lia."

"Stop calling yourself that," Ophelia mumbled against the fabric of the couch, feeling extremely shy from Jimin's words and her current position on him.

"If you finish your bottle," Jimin started, "we can watch cartoons or you can take an early nap. How does that sound?"

"No."

Jimin gave a breathy chuckle. He realized that she had to move her face sometime, but then it dawned on him that it was Ophelia, one of the most stubborn girls to walk the planet. Ophelia's stomach growled, only making her squirm further into the couch. 

Jimin got out from underneath Ophelia and laid her down on the couch. The sudden removal of body heat caused the girl to remove her face from the couch to curiously look at Jimin, not trusting what he was doing. She watched him take the bottle, placing it on the coffee table in front of her, then grabbed a throw blanket and tucked Ophelia in with it. 

"Take a nap, baby. Your bottle's right there if you want it." After giving her a quick kiss on her cheek, Jimin left Ophelia alone on the couch. Ophelia turned her head to see Jimin no longer in the room. She didn't know what to do now that she was alone. 

Very slowly, she sat up on the couch, still looking around the room to see if anyone was there. Her eyes caught the baby bottle still sitting on the coffee table, and her stomach growled in response. Any thoughts of drinking the bottle were gone, since she wasn't a baby and didn't even like milk. But she was hungry and began to regret not eating the cereal offered to her earlier. 

Ophelia laid back down on the couch. Her legs were still numb, so getting off the couch without injury was near impossible. The second best thing in Ophelia's mind was to go to sleep. Her eyes once again went over to the baby bottle as she mulled over the morning's events until her eyes became too heavy to keep open, forcing her to sleep. 

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[demons-and-demigods]

Demons and Demigods Part Two: Written Scene #1: The Call and the Meeting

Please ignore the inconsistency in tenses everything was just kind of as it came to me.

Sally grabs her phone and dials a number she’s long since saved but never used. 

“Sam’s phone, this is his brother speaking, he’s currently sleeping and this number isn’t in his contacts so make this good and make it fast. Who are you and how do you have this number?” 

“Dean?” Sally’s voice shakes and she brings a hand to her mouth as tears well in her eyes. 

“Who is this?” Dean demands in a tone a voice she remembers Mary using when fighting with their father. She chokes on a sob and lets out a wet laugh. 

“I don’t know if you remember me,” she starts, closing her eyes and begging anyone listening to let him believe her, “But my name is Sally. I’m your aunt.” 

It’s silent for a moment on the other end of the call and she worries that Dean has hung up. 

Then, quietly, tentatively, “Aunt Sally?” Dean’s voice shakes just the slightest bit and Sally can hear his breath hitch. “Dad said you were dead,” he says, and his voice breaks. “I-I asked about you all the time that second year after mom died, once I started talking again. Dad musta gotten sick of me asking if we could go live with you instead of living’ motel room to motel room, because he told me that whatever killed our mom had killed you too.” 

Sally let out a sob. “No, baby. I-I tried to find you boys; I would have taken you in in a heartbeat. I begged John to tell me where you were when he stopped by a year after Mary died but he refused to answer me. I swear, I never stopped looking for you. I thought John had gone and gotten you both killed when I could never find anything about him travelling with two little boys. It was like you two had just disappeared.” 

“Dad kept us hidden. Always enrolled us in school with a fake last name and didn’t want anyone to know we were with him if it could be avoided since he left us alone all the time.” Dean let out a watery chuckle of his own. “Somewhere, I think he knew he shouldn’t have been raising us like that, but he was too consumed by his thirst for revenge to care.” 

He paused and it was silent a moment, so they could both regain their composure. 

“If you thought we were dead,” Dean asked hesitantly. “How come you got Sam’s number? How come you’re calling now?” 

Sally closed her eyes and braced herself. “I set up some systems, to alert me if anyone ever showed up under the names Dean or Sam Winchester. I got an alert when Sam enrolled in Stanford. I wanted to reach out, but I didn’t think he’d know who I was. I figured John wouldn’t have talked about me, and I wasn’t sure that you would’ve remembered me. I was content to know that he was alive and doing well.” She took a deep, shuddering breath. “I have a son,” she said. “Percy. He’s sixteen.” her voice broke. “He’s missing,” she sobbed. “S-someone or something took him and I can’t—” 

“We’ll help you find him” Dean broke in, voice steady and sure. “Where are you?’ 

“I live in Manhattan,” she said, then rattled off her address. “I-I have a lot to tell you.” 

“We’re on our way. We’ll see you soon, Aunt Sally. And we will find Percy, I promise you.” 

“Thank you.” 

After a quick goodbye, the call is ended, and Sally finally lets herself break down. 

Paul gets home from running some errands and is terrified to find her curled up and sobbing her eyes out on the couch. He rushes over and tries to comfort her, asking what happened. 

She fills him in on the IM from Annabeth and the news that Percy is missing and then she tells him how she had an older sister, but she died years ago. How her sister had two sons that her brother-in-law had disappeared with that she thought had died years ago, too. She tells him about growing up a hunter, how the Greek world isn’t the only one out there, how there are other monsters and evil creatures out there than just the ones from Greek myth. She explains that she’d discovered that one of her nephews, Sam, was alive four years ago but had been too afraid to reach out. How she’d kept tabs on him and had finally gotten up the courage to try and call him after Annabeth told her that Percy was missing. 

She told him about the call, how Dean had answered and told her they were on their way to help her find Percy. 

By the time she was finished, it was nearly midnight and she was exhausted. Paul brought her to bed and held her close as she cried herself to sleep. 

The next morning, Annabeth showed up on the doorstep of the Jackson-Blofis apartment looking haggard and worn out. Her hair was a mess, her eyes were red and swollen. She was pale and shaky with dark bags under her eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. As soon as Sally saw her, she swept the daughter of Athena into her arms and held her tight as she broke down into tears again. Annabeth sobbed, apologizing over and over. 

Paul guided both women to the couch and made them some tea before sitting with them. 

Eventually, Annabeth and Sally both calmed down enough to actually talk and Annabeth filled Sally in on everything she’d been able to figure out (which wasn’t much) about what happened to Percy. 

 Sally took the time to fill Annabeth in on the whole Hunter Thing and also her family past stuff so she would be prepared when Dean and Sam showed up. Learning that other monsters and shit were real was uh, well, a lot for Annabeth to take in but she handled it like a champ. 

They spent the rest of the day with Sally giving Paul and Annabeth the rundown of as much hunter knowledge as she could. She gave them the basics first; salt, iron, silver, and holy water are gonna be at least a little effective against most of the monsters out there, although she has had a few run-ins with non-Greek monsters over the last few years and she thinks that celestial bronze should still work on non-Greek monsters. Annabeth theorized that celestial bronze would probably work on anything non-human so long as it had also never been human. 

At around noon the next day, there was a knock on the door. 

Paul got up from where he and the girls were sitting around the kitchen table, going over Sally’s old hunter’s journal, to open the door and was met with two young men who are both over six feet tall. 

The one with floppy brown hair and big hazel eyes gave Paul an awkward smile. The other young man, however, drew most of Paul’s attention. His hair was dirty blonde and spiked up in the front with buzzed sides. He held himself in a way that Paul found familiar although he couldn’t quite place from where. The leather jacket draped across his shoulders was just slightly too big for him, yet it did little to hide his well-muscled frame. He was staring Paul down with narrowed eyes, his full lips quirked down in the start of a scowl. Those eyes, however. Those eyes were what caught Paul’s attention. This young man had startlingly green eyes that seemed to be picking him apart. Now, Paul was no stranger to startlingly green eyes, not with Percy as his stepson. But while Percy’s eyes were the entrancing blue-green of open seas, unfathomably old and depthless, this man’s eyes were the shifting gold-green of ancient foliage basking in the dappled sunlight that managed to break through the canopy of leaves overhead, wise beyond their years and deceptively welcoming. They reminded him of Sally’s eyes, he realized. 

“We’re looking for a woman named Sally,” the green-eyed one said, and his voice was rich and gravelly. 

“She’s just inside,” Paul said and smiled, trying to hide just how nervous these young men made him. There was just something about them that set him on edge. “You must be Dean and Sam. I don’t know what all she told you on the phone, but I’m her husband, Paul. Come on in.” 

He led the boys inside the apartment and over to the table. 

Sally looked up at the sound of footsteps and Paul’s voice and froze, her eyes locked on the two young men just behind her husband. 

Dean had Mary’s eyes. 

“Aunt Sally?” Dean’s voice was soft, his eyes wide in disbelief. It was one thing to hear a voice over the phone claiming to be someone you’d thought dead, and another to see their face for the first time in nearly twenty-two years. Sally cupped her hands over her mouth as fresh tears gathered in her eyes. 

She stood on shaking legs and walked toward them slowly. She stopped in front of Dean and reached a hand up to cup his jaw hesitantly. 

She couldn’t bite back her quiet gasp when he leaned into her touch and closed his eyes. Her gaze slid over to Sam, who was standing just behind his brother and biting his lip nervously. She reached over with her other hand to brush her knuckles against his cheek. 

“Look at how big you boys have gotten,” she rasped with a wet smile. “You both look so much like Mary.” 

Dean let out a teary laugh and Sally dropped her hands to the boys’ shoulders and tugged them down into a hug. The three of them clung to each other, savoring the moment. Even after there parted, there were no dry eyes to be seen. Sally sniffled and laughed as she wiped her eyes. 

“Come, sit,” she gestured at the table where Paul and Annabeth were waiting patiently. 

The boys sat down, unable to tear their eyes from their aunt they’d thought long lost. 

“Dean used to tell me about you,” Sam said with a shy smile. “When dad was gone, he’d tell me stories about you and mom before bed. I could tell it hurt for him to talk about sometimes,” he glanced at his brother with a soft smile, “but he always would whenever I asked him for one.” 

Dean blushed and smacked Sam’s shoulder playfully. Sally grinned. 

“You always did love to tell stories,” she laughed. “You were always so talkative, even when it was unintelligible baby babble you would talk your momma’s ear off. And you loved to cuddle, too.” 

Sam laughed and Dean’s blush deepened as Sally continued. 

“And, oh, I remember how excited you were when little Sammy was born. You loved him from the moment you saw him in the hospital. You didn’t wanna let go. When Mary got to bring him home, you were insistent that she teach you how to make his bottles and change his diapers. You wanted to be the best big brother ever and take care of him all the time.” She paused to wipe her eyes and chuckle. “And Sam, oh you were the cutest little thing. You loved your big brother just as much. Whenever you two were in the same room, it was like you were drawn to him. You loved it when anyone held you, but the way your eyes would light up when you saw Dean,” she gave him a soft smile and shook her head fondly. “You’d make little grabby hands and sniffle until he picked you up or one of us put you in his arms. You were such a happy baby, too. Full of giggles and big, gummy smiles.” 

It was Sam’s turn to blush now and he gave Dean a look that dared him to say anything about it. Sally watched them for a quiet moment with a soft gaze before clearing her throat and dropping her eyes to where her hands were clasped on the table. 

“Sam, I assume Dean filled you in on the way here,” she asked, trying to stop her voice from shaking. 

“Yeah,” Sam said. “Though he said you didn’t explain much, said you wanted to explain in person?” 

Sally nodded and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. Paul reached over and covered her hands with his own, squeezing them reassuringly. She gave him a thankful look. 

“My son is a demigod.” 

Dean and Sam both gave her wide-eyed looks. 

“What?” Dean asked, and his gaze flicked to Paul with a raised eyebrow. 

“Percy is my stepson,” Paul said. “I met him and Sally when Percy was about fourteen.” 

“His father is Poseidon.” Sally watched her nephews closely. 

“Like . . . the Greek god of the sea?” Sam asked slowly. Sally nodded. 

“You already know that monsters and mythologies are real, but the things we were taught about some of them were wrong. Most demigods are good kids made victims of bad circumstances. Some are more powerful than others, and the more powerful the demigod, the stronger their scent is to monsters. Most demigods don’t make it to adulthood and the ones that do are often not all that powerful or are the children of minor gods and goddesses.” She paused to give the boys a moment to soak that information in. “Not all demigods have powers, some of them instead have a natural affinity for their godly parent’s domain. Like Annabeth,” Sally gestured at the girl who met the narrowed gazes of Sam and Dean unflinchingly. “She’s a daughter of Athena, and Percy’s girlfriend.” 

“I don’t have powers,” Annabeth said calmly. “None of Athena’s children do. But Athena is the goddess of wisdom and warfare, so all her children are incredibly smart. We have incredibly strategic minds and are generally really good with numbers.” She shrugged. “I want to be an architect. In fact, there was a war recently in our world, and a fair bit of Olympus was destroyed. My mother and the Council asked me to redesign and rebuild their city for them.” Annabeth’s eyes glittered with pride, and she sat up a little straighter as she spoke. “There are other demigods that only sometimes have powers, like Apollo’s or Hermes’ children. Most Apollo kids are great healers, either because they have that power or because they just have the instincts for it. Some Apollo kids aren’t so great at healing, and instead are phenomenal at archery. Like, Robin Hood splitting an arrow in half with another arrow good,” she glanced at Sally. “Percy has been catching me up on ‘the classics’ as he calls them. And I did like that one. Although I don’t understand why they made Marian a fox when she should obviously have been a lion.” She frowned and shook her head. “Anyway, other Apollo kids are exceptional musicians. Hermes’ children are, well, thieves, generally. They’re always sneaky and they love to get their hands on things that aren’t theirs.” Annabeth smiled sadly, and Sally realized she was probably thinking about Luke. “Most of them are some of the most welcoming people you’ll ever meet; since Hermes is the god of travelers, his children are often very friendly and more than happy to help anyone that crosses their path, whether that be with a warm meal or a safe place to spend the night, or stealing toiletries and a sleeping bag for you from the camp store,” Annabeth laughed softly and Sally smiled, remembering Percy telling her about Luke doing that for him when he first arrived at camp. 

Sam looked thoughtful. “If that kind of thing is what’s considered ‘low-powered’ or having no powers, then what the hell are powerful demigods like?” 

Annabeth and Sally looked at each other. 

“Any demigod can be powerful, no matter who their godly parent is,” Annabeth said slowly. “And all demigods can be dangerous. But, well,” Annabeth pursed her lips, “children of the Big Three tend to, well, break the scale.” 

“The Big Three?” Dean asked, leaning forward, brows furrowed. 

“Zeus, Hades, and Poseidon, the three sons of Kronos,” Sally explained. 

“After World War II, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades swore an oath to stop having demigod children because they were too dangerous, too volatile. There are only three demigod children of the Big Three alive today; Thalia, daughter of Zeus, Nico, son of Hades, and Percy, the most powerful demigod to have been born in generations. Hell, probably the most powerful demigod to have been born since the fall of Ancient Greece.” Annabeth stared Sam and Dean down with her steely gray eyes, her expression grim. 

The boys stared back at her with wide eyes. 

“Percy and I have been through pretty much everything together. I have seen him do incredible things with his powers. I have seen him hold back the tide and stop waves on the open sea. He’s summoned storms and turned himself into a hurricane. Did you hear about the explosion of Mt. St. Helens last year?” Annabeth raised an eyebrow. Sam and Dean nodded. “Percy did that.” 

Sam choked on air and Dean’s jaw dropped. 

“It wasn’t on purpose, but that was him. Some monsters had taken over one Hephestus’ forge there, and he sent us to clear them out. We went inside and there were so many monsters, and they were forging a nightmarish weapon. We tried to fight them off, but there were just so many,” Annabeth’s gaze was unfocused, her mind replaying the horrifying events of that day. “He told me to run, he had a plan, and he would distract the monsters so I could get away.” She closed her eyes, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. “I don’t know how he did it, but Percy was still inside the volcano when it erupted. We all thought he was dead,” she said, and her voice shook. She looked at Sally and gave the woman a teary smile. “Did you know that was our first kiss?” 

Sally shook her head, eyes glistening. 

Annabeth laughed wetly and sniffed. “We were hiding and he told me to get out of there because he had a plan, but his plans are always ridiculous and harebrained. So I leaned over, kissed him, said ‘good luck,’ and then I put on my hat and ran for the exit.” She gave a teary laugh and reached up to wipe her eyes. “I kiss him and the idiot goes and blows himself up.” She shook her head. “Then, he has the audacity to show up two weeks later to his own funeral!” she chuckled, and Sally, Paul, Dean, and Sam all laughed. “There I was, an absolute mess, about to burn his shroud and say goodbye to my best friend, and then I saw him standing there at the back of the amphitheater practically glowing with health. I must have sounded like an idiot, because I was in the middle of talking about him, and then I just pointed and said, ‘he’s right there!’ Everyone was so relieved that he was alive, and everybody rushed him to welcome him back and hug him, to pat his shoulder and slap him on the back.” Ahw blushed furiously and ducked her head. “When I finally made it to him, I punched him in the arm and told him to never scare me like that again.” 

“Did you talk about it?” Sally asked; she couldn’t remember Percy telling her about Annabeth kissing him and then blowing up a volcano. Annabeth, somehow, blushed harder. She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck. 

“Well, no. Not really anyway. He referenced it during the Battle of Manhattan, though. He asked for a kiss for luck before going to fight Hyperion. I told him to ask me again after we won. I mean, the last time I gave him a kiss for luck, he blew up a mountain and disappeared for two weeks. No way was I going to risk something crazy happening like that when we were in the middle of such an important battle.” She shrugged. Then turned to Sally. “Hey, when you shot that monster, and said you’d learned to shoot about ten seconds ago—?” 

Sally laughed. “Yeah, I learned to shoot when I was eight years old. But before that moment, I hadn’t touched a gun in, goodness, probably close to twenty-five years at least.” She shrugged. Annabeth laughed. Then, Sally’s gaze turned sad. “I hated lying to Percy, but his life is already so dangerous, I didn’t want him to have to worry about all the other things out there.” She buried her face in her hands and Paul reached over to rub comforting circles on her back. 

“We’ll find him, Sally. And he’ll be okay until we do.” He said. 

Sally took a few measured breaths before lifting her head. She gave a determined nod. 

“Yeah, remember, he’s not only super powerful; Percy is also one of the greatest swordsmen Chiron has ever seen. Plus, he has the Curse of Achilles. And I know that he picked a good place for his mortal point. He can handle himself.” Annabeth sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as she was trying to convince Sally. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” Sam broke in, astonished. “What do you mean Percy has the ‘Curse of Achilles’?” 

“He bathed in the River Styx and now his skin is impenetrable except for one place: his mortal point. Like Achilles’ heel was his one weak point, Percy has a small weak point, too, and if he’s hit there, he’ll die. You’re not supposed to tell anyone where your mortal point is. But during the battle, it was like I could sense that something terrible was about to happen and even though I knew Percy was invulnerable, I threw myself between him and a knife. I got stabbed, and later, Percy told me that the knife would have hit his mortal point and killed him if I hadn’t jumped in the way. When I asked where it was, he guided my hand to it. He trusted me with his weak spot, the one place on his body where he could be hurt and killed.” Annabeth looked down at her hands. “Neither of us are sure why I was able to sense that he was in danger like that, but I think Percy has a pretty good suspicion and just won’t tell me.” She shrugged. 

“Well,” Sam said, still reeling. 

“Holy shit,” Dean chimed in. Sam kicked him under the table. “Ow! Dude, what the hell?” 

Sam raised an eyebrow and flicked his eyes to Sally. Dean winced. 

“Oh, um, sorry, Aunt Sally,” he said and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. She waved her hand dismissively. 

“Oh please,” she rolled her eyes. “A little swearing doesn’t bother me. Shoot, a lot of swearing doesn’t bother me. I don’t care, so don’t feel the need to censor yourselves for my sake. And don’t worry about Paul, either; he’s a high school English teacher. I doubt there’s anything he hasn’t heard.” 

“So,” Sam said, trying to steer them back on course. “Percy’s missing. What do we know?” 

Annabeth, Sally, and Paul fill Sam and Dean in on what they know about Percy’s disappearance (which still isn’t much) and they start talking about what they can do. 

Annabeth got up and grabbed something from her bag. She placed it on the table in front of Sam and Dean gingerly. It was a slightly tattered polaroid picture of a young man who had to be Percy. The boys both leaned down for a better look. 

In the picture, Percy was half submerged in a body of water. His arms were crossed on a wooden pier as he looked up at Annabeth with a lovesick expression on his face. Annabeth was sitting on the pier in front of him and appeared to be in the middle of a rant, her face scrunched up and her arms blurry with wild gestures. The streak of gray hair, that Sam and Dean only just realized that both kids had, stood out starkly against Percy’s inky black hair and deeply tanned skin. His eyes, even in a still photograph, seemed to ebb and flow, the oceans themselves appeared to be held within his eyes and it was almost like they could hear the crashing of waves. His smile was blinding, his grin spread across his whole face as bright white teeth glinted in the sun (but if Dean focused on that smile too long, Percy’s teeth seemed to grow sharp and elongated, the sunny grin turning almost feral). Scars littered Percy’s arms and peaked out from beneath the collar of his shirt. That was when Sam realized that Percy was completely dry, and his eyes widened. 

Annabeth must have noticed because she laughed. “One of the perks of being the son of Poseidon. He doesn’t get wet unless he wants to. He's told me that he has to concentrate on allowing the water to touch him otherwise the ‘veil’ as he’s called it will snap back into place and he’d dry off instantly. He says it can be pretty exhausting, focusing on forcing his powers not to work, essentially, so he generally doesn’t bother with it at camp. He has to do it whenever we’re around mortals, though, otherwise it could be absolutely pouring outside and he would be walking down the street looking dry as a bone.” 

Sam let out a soft whistle. “Damn,” he said. “I bet that comes in handy.” 

Annabeth nodded. “More often than you’d think.” 

Dean was still studying the picture; there was something about it that felt off to him, aside from the dry clothes while floating in the water, but he just couldn’t figure out what it was. 

Then it clicked. 

“Holy shit, his eyes are the exact same color as the water,” he gasped. 

Annabeth just nodded. “They do that, change to match the nearest body of water. It’s pretty disconcerting, at first, but you get used to it. I don’t think he even knows it happens. Once the weirdness wears off, though, it’s actually really fascinating. His eyes are constantly shifting colors, ever changing like the seas. If there’s no body of water nearby, they’ll settle on a shade of bright bluish-green like someone turned the saturation up to eleven. Often, they’ll also change to match the color of whatever water he’s controlling. If there’s nothing else distinctive about him, his eyes will always give him away.” 

Annabeth let the boys keep the photo so long as they promised to keep it safe and return it to her after Percy is found. 

Sam and Dean reach out to their hunter contacts to see if anyone’s heard or seen anything that could have been Percy. Sally even reaches out to some of her family’s old contacts as well. Nothing. 

Annabeth goes back to camp and keeps doing everything she can there. 

Sam and Dean stay in the Jackson-Blofis apartment and in the time-betweens, Sally tells them stories from when she and Mary were young and what it was like raising Percy. She recounts the stories Percy’s told her of his quests for them, and she fills them in on the whole ‘Battle of Manhattan’ and ‘we were fighting a war’ thing. 

In return, Dean and Sam tell her and Paul some stories from when they were growing up. Sam seems to have more that he’s willing to share, and Dean doesn’t share many stories about himself. 

Little details from Sam’s stories and the knowledge that John usually left the boys alone started to paint a nasty picture in Sally’s mind. 

Eventually, she manages to corner Dean and ask him about it. When he, reluctantly, confirmed that he pretty raised Sam from the moment Mary died and did shit like starve himself and sell himself on the streets to keep Sam fed and taken care of and how John beat him (and tried to make excuses but Sally quickly shut those down) and such, Sally apologized for him having to go through all that and promised that he could always come to her if he ever needed to talk or anything and she would help him in any way she could if he ever needed it. Privately, she also swore to herself that she was going to find John and kill him <3 (Maybe she’d ask Percy if he’d be willing to help her dip her toes back into statuary once they found him.) 

Annabeth called to tell them she got a prophecy that she thinks should lead her to Percy and she promised to let them know as soon as she learned anything. 

A few days later, she called back and said that she didn’t find Percy, but they may have a lead. 

Eventually, Sam and Dean left to get back to their hunting thing because they were getting restless and Sam thought he found something about the demon that killed Mary and Jess. 

#dndv scenes #dndv #demons and demigods verse #dean winchester #sam winchester #spn #supernatural #sally jackson #annabeth chase #paul blofis #pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson

[meantaylorsversion]

CAUGHT IN A BAD ROMANCE

@antlxrqueen  sent an ask for marlene x reader “hey im kind of better at you than this” “that’s impossible” “no it isn’t, i’m better than you at most things” & “okay i actually do feel bad so you can slap me once. one time.” from here

marlene mckinnon x reader

warnings; none

pt 1 !

"Hey Blondie! You know I'm the better beater out of the both of us!"

The blonde flipped her hair out of her face, cascading down in golden tresses, as she heard you speak once she got down off her broom, while Marlene knew she wasn't the best beater there ever was, she knew damn well she was better than you. "You're so funny L/n!—" Marlene's blue eyes narrowed in anger as she spoke, "Because the last time I checked, Gryffindor had the cup, not Hufflepuff,"

You scoffed at her, rolling your eyes before throwing a hair tie at her. "Ok, Rapunzel listen, since your best beater and chaser graduated, it's perfect time for Hufflepuff to win,"

Marlene stepped closer as she caught the hair tie and quickly put it on her wrist without a second thought; glaring at you with heat in her blue eyes. She couldn't believe you! Year after year, you two have been fighting over the littlest things, but she knew for a fact she was better at Quidditch than you, but she also knew that you were better at potions than her; though Marlene would never admit it. "You're so wrong L/n, James is captain this year and I'm faster on my broom than you!"

You stepped closer to her, noses almost touching. You could see the sweat on her forehead from her workout and the sun beating down on the both of you, but this time you could also see the beauty she held. Her grey eyes and freckles against her tan skin created an image of an angelic girl, but you knew better she was the devil incarnate to you, at least that's what you wanted to think.

Your eyes flickered down to her lips as you let out a shaky breath, she began to lean in and the world began to become obsolete and it was only the two of you here on the Quidditch Pitch. It felt like time stopped as her lips softly touched yours and Marlene placed her hands in your hair, her kiss becoming more and more urgent like you were the cure to all of her ailments. You kissed back with the same fever, your hands gathering at her waist. 

A few moments passed before you two separated, coming up for air, it had finally hit Marlene what she did and immediately she ran. she couldn't believe how stupid she was for that. She hated you! You two had been at each other's throats since the first time you met on the Quidditch Pitch in 2nd year. Ever since then Marlene felt it was her job to try one up you in everything. She cherished the moments where she could your face in disappointment when Gryffindor beats Hufflepuff at Quidditch. Or when Hufflepuff and Gryffindor share classes and she scores higher than you and rubs it in your face, she loves to see the cute pout on your face when she beats you in something. The blonde didn’t even think to look back behind her to see you standing there on the Pitch looking up at the sky in confusion.

Since that day on the Quidditch Pitch, Marlene has done everything to avoid you. From switching spots in class with James or Mary to eating lunch out in the courtyard with Lily and Mary. She couldn't bear to look at you, the blonde was terrified of you confronting her. So much so, Marlene was currently staring at her plate of a full English breakfast that Lily had put on her plate for her.

"Marls, C'mon you gotta eat, we can't have you passing out in the middle of the game!" Lily reprimanded her, her green eyes ablaze.

Mary nodded her head, agreeing with Lily. "Mar, you know Lils is right and I'm sure Y/n doesn't remember it's been two weeks!" Marlene's blue eyes brightened up like a lightning bolt striking. James walked by, intending to hype up Marlene for the Quidditch game against Hufflepuff.

"Marls! You ready for the game?" He turned to Lily, putting on a charming smile as he tousled his hair. "My dear Lilyflower how are you doing on this fine morning?" Lily rolled her eyes, before scoffing at him as she looked up from the table.

"Potter get lost, we're trying to hype up Marls to facing Y/n during the match," James raised his eyebrows, waiting for them to explain. Marlene banged her head against the table in agony, narrowly missing her plate.

She whispered quickly "IkissedY/nonthepitchtwoweeksagoafteranarguement" James tilted his confusion, looking a deer in headlights. "McKinnon you know I can't hear you when you whisper," Marlene groaned, before looking James in the eyes and speaking, “I kissed L/n on the Quidditch Pitch, after we argued, two weeks ago,” 

James choked out a laugh before he patted Marlene on the back. “That’s unexpected, but it’s nothing a little quidditch can’t fix it!” The blonde rolled her eyes at James as she picked up a piece of toast and flipped him off before Lily shooed him away from the girls.

Y/n sighed as you watched the back of Marlene. Its been two weeks since the kiss and all you can think about is her. It hurt every time you saw her change her seat with James or Mary, pretending you didn't exist or what happened didn't happen.

Amelia waved her hand in front of your face, trying to get you out of your thoughts. "Y/n! I asked if you're ready for the game today," Y/n looked away from Marlene to the brunette in front of her. “Oh, sorry a bit distracted today, yeah I’m ready for the game today,” You immediately returned to watching Marlene from afar. Amelia sighed as she watched you focus on Marlene. She snapped her fingers in front of your eyes, getting your attention back.

"No, no looking at Marlene until after the game! You're distracted!" You scoffed at her before stabbing a fork into the food right in front of you. "I'm not distracted, I don't know what you're talking about," She laughed and then flinged a piece of fruit at your face.

#marlene mckinnon fic #marlene mckinnon x reader #marauders era fanfiction #marlene mckinnon x you #marlene mckinnon x y/n #marlene mckinnon #alex's writing<3

[saturngalore]

So I did see a very big blogger say that they’re too triggered and exhausted by police brutality and watching our peers die, that they choose to not care and don’t have to. I was blown away by that. Yes, god, I am so tired of the problems we face in our country from being black but to show no empathy for others really saddens me. I truly thought some of my peers here were better than that. Seeing your post though restored my faith and I thank you for saying what I couldn’t put into words. A simple reblog for thousands of eyes to see is so important I don’t see how they don’t get it.

hi anon! sorry it took me awhile to respond bc i really wanted take extra time and thought for this. im glad that my post showed you that everyone not think and feel the same about sharing/supporting for palestine even though we may have the same racial/ethnic background. it’s honestly really disheartening but still frustrating to see other black simmers or just really some black people irl to kinda have that same reaction to what’s going on. i completely understand the suffocating trauma and feeling of hopelessness that comes with being black especially in america. not everyone who is black has the same trauma and i cannot speak for everyone especially those who may had a family member, friend or someone they knew affected by police brutality and/or lynching. the response to police brutality was to protect our peace, to take a break, and to prevent us from breaking down to point of not being able to fight against systemic oppression either alive or not. and that was understandable because stress and constantly being in fear about dying a senseless and brutal death for only being black heavily impacts our health both mentally and physically. im not trying to invalid that pain or experiences at all. and i never will.

but it just doesn’t feel right to me personally to turn away and stay silent about a literal genocide occurring right before us that is endorsed by our current president and is funded by american taxpayer dollars. even though im african american and a list of other marginalized identities, i still have the vital and basic privilege of being able to live with a roof over my head, a warm bed and shower, access to food and water when i need it, access to electricity to listen to music and be on my computer/phone, and so much more than many palestinians don’t have the opportunity to have right now. my mental health is not the best some days but waking up to see what’s going on in palestine every day for the past couple days have yet to drain me (this is probably another privilege) because it’s also the small and big moments of seeing palestine children smiling, journalists i have seen ever since this started still alive and reporting, people protesting all over the world via blockades and physical/financial boycotts. my experience during peak blm may have drained me emotional but the experience also radicalized me and made my activism or just simply my outlook on life more focused on love, community, nourishment, and a hopeful life without colonialism and imperialism. if i was more passive in engaging with geopolitical issues and just shut out the world around then i would be missing out on a lot of good things in this life.

i feel like there could be better ways to say this and maybe im just rambling on but there must be a balance between sustaining yourself as a person amid constant turmoil, violence, pain and death versus becoming complicit and silent just like those who oppress want us to be. every single one of us will not win or be free if silence is the only thing people can do to “protect our peace”. at the end of day, we owe it to the palestinians (as well as the congolese, haitians, sudanese, and many others who only ask that we speak up and care more).

#i know it sounds like im being harsh (im not) when i make posts about serious shit and i tell ppl to go to hell but this is really important #if you need im being too radical or ridiculous to simply ask others to reblog something about palestine #then you’re more than welcome to unfollow and block me i don’t need people like that around me and supporting me #think** #i really hope that these people realize that silence is not the answer and open their hearts to helping others #so sorry that this is long omg #🪐 speaking

[glambots]

I just have to share this cause i've had brainworms about it since I heard the song im gonna mention. this is NOT a request, just a thing i wanted to share! any and everyone is free to take my ideas here and run with em!

So, I found a song called The Court Jester by thquib/Joe Swensen, and then an amazing cover of said song by Sanguine. As i kept listening to the song, and thinking about the lyrics, it inspired a sort of AU? or something? and i've just now gotten the confidence to share.

This might get cut off or something, since i dont know the current limits on asks. Also, preemptive apology for my rambling lol.

The italics (slanty text) is the lyrics, the normal text is my thoughts.

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I am the Jester, my job's to entertain

And it seems that soon enough it too will be my job to reign

Over all that you see, over all that you know

As the king is slowly dying, any moment he could go

Yes the king is slowly dying, any moment he will go

This section is the introduction to the DCA, who notices how the Fazbear Company is slowly dying due to his change to a childcare bot from his old job, and how less and less people are coming, and things they overhear from others. This section is also mainly a flashback to when the Pizzaplex was still open.

Oh! Sweet memories, come rushing back to me

As I trace my fingers on these haggard walls within your keep

Though my exile still stands, I heard my duty call to me

Because I am the Court Jester, I've grown tired of my sleep

After all, I am the jester, and I've tired of my sleep

This section flashes forward to a damaged looking DCA wandering a ruined Pizzaplex. It’s clearly been at least 10 years since the Plex fell into disrepair, due to all the overgrowth.

What good is a crown if the brow it sits on is that of a dead man

I'll wear my cap and painted smile with pride, my trusty baton in my hand

And you will see me, sire, I'll make my way back to you

You cannot stop me sire, your time is up, I see right through you

Mostly flashback again here. Mostly shows the DCA’s prime in their original job. With the last couple lines, it flashes forward again to the DCA’s damaged hand clenching in anger.

Though resolute you may pretend to be inside your walls

The people soon will realize that your feeble body can't forestall

The inevitable end that we all will one day meet

You are human, you are dying, yes know I it's bittersweet

But you knew this day would come, and you can't borrow steal or cheat

Yes, your maker gave you time, but you've run out, and soon you'll meet

The DCA continues to wander the ruined Plex, with flashbacks to when it was open throughout.  (or maybe someone else could think of something more interesting for this part, idk.)

I was awoken by some nibbling in my brain

A single thought, just like a knot, a stone, a weight I can't explain

That sat there pulling me to consciousness and waking soon I found

Myself entrenched in ancient earth, with roots and vines my arms were bound

And in this post-hibernatal state my mind was filled with clouds of doubt

Were these my memories? or something else? and soon I felt the urge to get out

Flashes to the DCA waking up buried under rubble some time after the Fire Ending. They are covered in plant growth, showing it’s been at least a few years since the fire.

Tearing, ripping, painful as it was

Vines and leaves gave way easy just because

All that's left in this world is decay;

Soon I knew what caused me to awake

The DCA suddenly sits up, and begins freeing themself with surprising strength.

With a newfound memory after rest

I felt something bubbling in my chest

Soon I felt myself losing control

Peals of laughter rang into the distance from my soul

I cannot recognize a single thing in front of me

The world as I knew it now is gone, is this reality?

Absurd and nonsensical, fantastical and daft

All that is left to do is sit right down and laugh

After resting for a moment after freeing themself, they remember what happened up to the building collapsing. They laugh as they realize they were completely forgotten there, the thought nearly breaking them. The instrumental part is just them sitting there.

Oh this world that I left you in

Has been tainted by your sin

And as such I have now taken it upon myself

To reinstate the reign of laughter and in health I will return

Oh I am making my way back I will return

Soon the people will remember the reason why they burn

And the fires in their might will start to turn

Pointing fists and shouting out with no more reason for concern

The DCA decides to try to find anyone they can, human or bot, and figure out what has happened since the fire. They meet some human they knew from the Plex, and they team up. Slowly, they start telling the world what happened.

Soon you will see! the world will turn upon its head!

Just you hope that you can see it 'fore you're dead!

Foolish king, you sit in empty meaning on your throne

But in my time away you've ended up alone

Oh, all the power in the world could never save you now

As the time at which your curtain's called draws nearer, get ready to take your bow

The age of reason is now drawing to a close!

And now I, the mere Court Jester, will his majesty depose

I will tip the gilded throne, in me the people will repose

Because I am the Court Jester, not all thorns come with a rose

After all, I am the jester, and this future I propose:

Let the fool, let me, the jester, bring the olden tales to close

Let the fool, let me, the jester, a new saga now compose

In this last section, there is a big time skip. The events eventually leads to a sort of sapient robot rights revolution. The vast majority of people support the idea, so those in power are “alone”. The ending could be either more positive, with humans and sapient bots living in peace, or whatever else you could think of.

Love when the Brain Animatics take over, it is a burden we all must share.

#ask #confessions #sunnydrop #moondrop #eclipse #ruin dlc #long ask #not a request #sfw #angst #kosmicdragon

[whyarewecalledtheshipname]

Here is the year old draft (im still wheezing sheesh):

lol super short lil thing i jotted down based on the idea sora can hear in-game world music.

tweet credit: @remousapelli on twitter

Edit: credit also to @marcelinarose whose random post reminded me of this omg

~<~>~

Sora was humming along with the world’s song, his arms crossed behind his head as he walked beside Riku.

Sora turned to Riku, and a thought popped into his mind. “I wanna hear our song,” Sora blurted out.

Beside Sora, Riku glanced at him with slightly wide eyes before looking away. “Our what?”

Sora tipped his head back to gaze at the clouds in passing. “Our heart song. You know—” And Sora hummed the four beats.

Riku started to say something, but he cut himself off. “…We…would have to go back to that world—“

Sora got his head out of the clouds to hop in front of Riku, so Riku would listen to Sora’s next words. “No we don’t! We could do it right now! We’ve done it before.”

Riku at least seemed to be listening, if not completely taking Sora seriously. “Do what?”

Sora felt himself pout, but couldn’t reign it in to make his face match his clenched fists. “You know. Just listen.”

Riku didn’t seem to want to do it. Sora assumed maybe Riku felt silly about the idea.

So Sora led the way the best way he knew. “Look! I’ll start. Just follow my lead.” And Sora made a big show of taking a deep breath, closing his eyes, putting a hand to his heart, and waiting.

In the quiet of the world’s song, Sora heard Riku make a tiny sound of laughter under his breath, but Sora refused to break his concentration for the sake of talking back.

A few moments passed, and Sora heard nothing different. The music of the world they were currently in continued to play, and Sora felt himself pout again.

He broke and opened his eyes, determined to give Riku a piece of his mind for not helping.

But Riku had copied Sora’s pose to a T. His eyes were closed and relaxed. Sora didn’t see a single flutter or twitch in Riku’s lashes. There wasn’t any lingering tease on Riku’s lips (Sora watched them for a long while to make sure). And Riku’s hand rested gently on his chest, his fingertips brushing right over his heart. He had followed Sora’s lead.

Riku suddenly smiled, before opening his eyes in surprise. “Sora, I hear it!” he whispered, looking to Sora, as if to make sure.

“Hm.”

Riku’s head tilted, as did his eyebrows as he gave Sora a look of mild confusion. “…Do you hear it, now?”

“Hm?”

Riku smiled for some reason, and the notes finally became strong enough to snap Sora out of whatever doze he’d been slipping into.

“Wha—? Oh! Yeah! I hear it!” Sora laughed and looked to the clouds again. But even with the song, they no longer held his attention like before.

Sora found his gaze falling back to Riku, who had also turned to the clouds. He had followed Sora’s lead.

Sora felt himself smile, and the notes of their song chimed softly for the rest of their walk.

~<~>~

riku, on the outside: haha ok sora whatever you say

riku, on the inside: why does he call it our heart song why did he say we’ve done it before should i even try it what if i can’t hear it what if it doesn’t work does that mean he doesn’t like me or that i don’t like him what—

Edit: gah i left this draft untouched so i forgot to "explain" that the reason riku could hear dearly beloved in that moment was bc sora was being full on in love with riku when he realized riku was genuinely trying to do as sora asked, and when riku was just being in love with sora being sora, hence the smile, sora could hear the song as well. Basically, when they're mutually just. Sap mode, lol

I LOVE THEM SO MUCHH 😭😭😭😭

#writing #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #soriku #sora and rikus hearts #dearly beloved #my writing #heart song #soriku songs #ig #old drafts #HELLA lmao #link #twitter #i really thought i posted this #lmao #ddd #bc the world riku is talking about was symphony of sorcery #text