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lilrainbowcloud · 4 months

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Pairing: Luke Castellan x Child of Apollo! Reader

Genre: Fluff, tinsy bit of angst || masterlist

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As the sun dipped lower, casting a warm, orange hue across the camp, Luke couldn't help but smile at the beauty of the moment. He marvelled at the way the soft light accentuated the lines of your profile as you continued to sketch, completely absorbed in your creative world.

Every stroke of your pencil seemed deliberate, and Luke found himself captivated by the dance of your fingers across the paper. He admired the way you embraced each mistake, turning it into a stepping stone toward perfection. Your determination resonated with him, creating a silent connection between the two of you amidst the artistic ambiance of the natural museum.

The low hum of activities below you served as a gentle background melody to the symphony of creativity. Luke, despite his initial boredom, found solace in the atmosphere you created. The earthy scent of aged land became a comforting fragrance, blending seamlessly with the soft glow of the setting sun atop the hill you both were perched. Tucked away from your responsibilities for a stolen amount of time.

As the shadows deepened, he couldn't help but be drawn to your presence. The way you navigated the challenges of your sketch with grace and resilience painted a vivid picture of your character. The occasional clicks of your tongue and sighs of frustration only added to the authenticity of the scene.

In those two hours, Luke discovered a new layer to his admiration for you. It wasn't just about your artistic prowess; it was the way you approached life with clarity and purpose. Your goals were like brushstrokes on a canvas, creating a masterpiece of determination and focus. It was a mindset he longed to adopt, a reflection of the strength he saw in you.

Leaning back on the soft meadow, Luke let his gaze linger on you once more, silently appreciating the artistry in both your sketch and the person you were becoming. The hill wasn't just a haven for perfect view and fresh air; it was a sanctuary where he found himself falling deeper for the girl whose heart had become an unspoken part of his own.

As you gathered your art supplies and rose from the ground, the echoes of the conch shell served as a reminder that it was nearing dinner time resonated its way to you. The tiredness from hours of focused sketching settled in, and a yawn escaped your lips as you stretched, feeling the satisfying pull in your muscles.

Luke, standing in front of you, extended his hand with a warm smile. His invitation to dinner was a welcomed interruption to your creative reverie. However, your determination to finish your work lingered, and you pouted in response, expressing your reluctance to leave.

"But I'm not finished yet," you protested, hoping for a bit more time. Luke chuckled, understanding your dedication but also knowing the practicality of the situation. "They're going to look for you if you stay. Come on. We’ll come back here again tomorrow.”

However, the promise of tomorrow fades, for today marks the final sunset you'll share with him before returning to your mother's home. Tomorrow, you bid farewell to the comfort you've known, a hiatus until your return in the summer. How you yearn for your father to extend his presence longer. Yet, with each step, Selene, the goddess of the moon, ascends gracefully, draping the sky with her veil of darkness and adorning it with a myriad of stars.

That night, your tears twinkled alongside them as they poured.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan timestamp #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo tv show #pjo

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ajconstantine · 2 months

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My access to AO3 at home was recently blocked by the website filtering program my husband maintains. Aghast at the atrocity, I was compelled to tell him of my outrage in prose.

Dear Internet Overlord (husband),

I pen this missive with an air of utmost dismay and disbelief, for it has come to my attention that your internet system is exhibiting a most egregious behavior—the blockage of access to the AO3 website.

The sheer audacity of this act is an outrage of the highest magnitude, and I find myself compelled to express my profound displeasure in the most vehement terms. To compound the injury with an insult, the site category has been labeled as "tasteless."

Tasteless, I say! I implore you to reconsider such a gross mischaracterization, for the AO3 realm is a sanctuary of literary and artistic brilliance. It is a place where words dance upon the page like nimble ballerinas, and where the brushstrokes of creativity paint a canvas of unparalleled beauty. (Admittedly, there may be a smattering of less refined content, but let us not dwell on such trivialities.)

Picture, if you will, an artist of words, now shackled and denied the opportunity to share their craft with a community that thrives on supporting and nurturing such artistry. My very soul, once vibrant and full of creative vigor, is in danger of withering into the desolate existence of a literary crone—miserable and deprived of the camaraderie that AO3 provides.

I beseech you, noble custodian of the virtual realm, to rectify this atrocity with the urgency it deserves. Failure to do so may force me to embark on a quest into the perilous wilderness (or the nearest Starbucks, whichever proves more accessible) in search of alternative sources of the exalted webpage that is AO3.

Alternatively, I may succumb to the depths of madness, rendering me unfit to share in the responsibilities of co-parenting. In such a lamentable event, I would, of course, be compelled to bequeath unto you the solemn duty of tending to our progeny for all eternity. The choice, dear sir, rests in your capable hands.

Yours incredulously, AJ Constantine

His response:

Dear AJ Constantine, I hope this message finds you amidst some peace, despite the trying circumstances you've encountered in attempting to access Archiveofourown.org.

First and foremost, please accept my deepest and most sincere apologies for any frustration, inconvenience, or distress these technical difficulties may have caused you. I understand that Archiveofourown.org holds a special place for individuals such as yourself seeking solace, inspiration, and community, and I deeply regret any disruption to the refuge it provides. I recognize that your connection to the content on Archiveofourown.org goes beyond a mere online presence—it's a source of joy, escape, and connection. The pain and suffering you may have endured due to your inability to access the platform is not lost on me, and I genuinely empathize with the impact it may have had on your life. I have identified and resolved the issues and reinstated seamless access to the website, and I hope that this will alleviate the distress you may be feeling. (Please don’t leave me over this. Think of the children.) Your husband

(I decided not to leave him over it, but it was a close call. 😁)

#archive of our own

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rilakeila · 5 months

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heartbeats in motion, mattheo riddle

pairing f1 driver! mattheo riddle x art student!fem(?)! reader wc: 1.8k warnings: ig partying, drinking, mentions of mattheo being toxic; incomplete

summary: part 1 of the timeline of where f1 ferrari driver dates the wealthy art student. the ups and downs of dating the superstar of the ferrari team. who knows if it actually goes well.

request yes literally three requests into one

tmz sports

may 13th, 2023

mattheo riddle, f1 ferrari superstar, is officially back on the market. he has announced his split from evelyn swann after 4 years of dating. he went onto instagram (via mattheoriddle) to say, "good morning everyone. evelyn and i have decided to part ways and stay close friends. we have shared many many amazing memories together, and she will always carry a piece of my heart with her. she deserves the very best, and i was not able to do so due to my racing career.

amidst of this, i will continue to focus on my racing career and hope to be better.

thank you, evelyn for everything."

swann (via @lynnieswann) also released a statement on her instagram: "mattheo and i decided to end our relationship and continue to stay good friends. these last four years were filled with unforgettable memories. i will continue to support his endeavors from afar. he was an amazing person. thank you for everything <3"

close insiders have said despite the good endnotes shown on their instagram stories that the relationship was far far from perfect. it was said that riddle would continuously string swann along, leaving her for long periods of time without any words said before coming back to her with extravagant gifts. it is evident through past instagram stories of swann that riddle loves to shower her with expensive gifts and nights out.

more insider comments have said that riddle's feelings for swann seemed to fizzle out around their 3rd year of dating, but he stayed due to swann's significant investment within the team from her family's technology company. though, there has not been any evidence of this.

mattheo riddle is a formula one driver for scuderia ferrari. evelyn swann is a fashion model/influencer, as well as the daughter of the multimillionaire technology company, swanntech, founders, liam and kate swann.

scrolling through the endless articles about high-class breakups, celebrity gossip, and the occasional helpful news, the objective of finishing your art piece was lost. attempting to start as soon as possible, but the energy and creativity did not want to translate on the canvas. though, the silence was interrupted with a thud of the front door closing.

"i was gone for a couple of hours and not even a sketch is on your canvas," your roommate and best friend, emilia scotts, chuckled as she hung up her coat.

"easier for you to say, the random pull of the prompt, 'fast life,' seems so hard. like, where do i even start?" you huffed, tossing your phone to the side.

she shrugged before plopping herself next to you on the couch, "you've been going at this for like the past two days. i'm pretty sure the prompt doesn't even matter, the rubric just wanted you to capture a moment in oil paint."

"the problem is i can't think of anything," you pursed your lips, dropping your head into her shoulder.

"what about this? i'll help you with your project next week if you come with me in monaco. an hour flight away in my private jet," the idea of leaving your art project behind at current was all it took for her to convince you.

emilia was a monegasque socialite. her high class of being the daughter of the chief financial officer of a multimillionaire technology company led to being an eligible resident of country. though, her parents had sent her off to boarding school, lenox academy, which led you both to meeting. not as prestige as being an offspring of a chief financial officer of a global technology company, but your parents stayed afloat through their success in health care management.

despite a long term friendship, you had not a clue of emilia's friends and acquaintances in monaco. assuming that the experience would be similar to what you see in her stories of the parties in monaco: calm, refined, and classy, you would be able to bask in relaxation, but it is the exact opposite.

the party of an unnamed host in a penthouse. the first ten minutes upon entering the event was emilia hauling you around the floor, introducing you to her acquaintances. some were familiar from your family, some were only familiar due to how much emilia loves to gossip with the amount of receipts on her phone. though, the more you looked around, the more faces you recognized from being headlined on news article from actors, musicians, athletes.

"she has a way with talking to people, that's for sure," lisette commented. according to emilia, she was a friend of the person hosting, but the amount of names that she had mentioned fell through your ears.

"it's a double edged sword of her friendliness, one day she'll be buddy-buddy with them but gets the career-ending dirt on them. i don't know how she does it," you sipped on the alcohol, slightly gagging at the potentness of it. a reminder to not get that the blue bottle.

"tell me about it..." lisette chuckled before nodding her head to some other random people that entered the party. she chugged her cup empty before tossing it into the trash, " i see some people that i need to say hi to. i'll be back hopefully, you gonna be alright?"

"don't worry about it. there are some people here that i know that'll let me hang around if i just walk up to them," you waved her off.

there were truth in your words, but they were not in your line of sight anymore from where you were standing. emilia was absolutely no where to be found. tossing away the half-filled cup, the penthouse looked large enough to explore around. the paintings and art near the entrance seemed to be more interesting than the thumping bass of mediocre music.

your shoulders dropped, letting out a tired sigh. never doing this again. exploring the hallway of small sculptures and large paintings drowned the tones and lightened the slightly dim lights. fast life. you pulled your phone out, snapping pictures of the art pieces and its details. though even from a distance, you captured a couple of pictures of the party, figured it might be useful.

murmurs were heard as you leaned closely to the painting, figuring out the brush strokes and the fine details. though, a call of your name was heard. looking to the direction, you found your lost friend handing a phone back to a man, allowing you to smile in relief of your savior.

"emilia, guess what. i think i have a gist of what i could do for my art project," you called out to her. though, you accidentally brushed into the male that she was just talking to, in which you paid not much mind to, muttering out a small apology in french.

"really, that sounds great. since we're here, i got us passes to the monaco f1 race. i know someone in one of the teams that can help with the photography aspect. i think that could help with your project, y'know fast life."

"actually? sounds great, to be honest."

"do you know this girl?"

mattheo was skimming through the pictures that enzo had shared with him from the party. there was a female in the background, admiring the art gallery on the wall. though, he admired more of the way she lit up talking about the details of the paintings from when he had turned around.

"no, mate, she looks familiar though. i do know the girl that she was talking to, emilia scotts, the girl who took the pictures of us," enzo looked up briefly before returning to his digital camera.

he hummed in response. a small smile on his lips as he remembered the way she accidentally bumped into him. the smell of a fresh and clean yet sweet scent distinct from the musky scent of the party. "do you think you can find her on instagram, somehow?"

"already did. her name is y/n l/n, if i recall, i think her parents own or manage within the healthcare field. the last name sounded too familiar," enzo muttered in concentration, trying to remember anything related to this girl.

mattheo's phone vibrated in his hand, seeing the instagram notification from enzo. pulling down to see what was sent, it was a link to your profile. he immediately clicked on it, there were not many followers, assuming that you opted for a much quieter lifestyle. though, you intently looking at the art in the background of the pictures made more sense seeing that you added that you were an art major. upon stalking more, he found your art-based instagram and found that you were an exchange university student studying in france for a year.

"i reckon that you aren't planning to go after her, mattheo. i thought you were focusing on your racing career," enzo said, mischief laced in his tone.

"''m not, just curious," he tossed his phone to the side, head perking up to the bathroom door closing to see theodore drying his hair from his shower.

"what did i miss?" theodore questioned the silence, as well as enzo's smirk, knowing that someone's mind was either up to no good or he had something to share.

"nothing, just seeing how long mattheo's eligible bachelor streak lasts," enzo chuckled, causing theodore to look at mattheo with an amused face.

mattheo scoffs at this, "you both think lowly of me, i swear."

"why shouldn't we? you broke up with evelynn because she couldn't handle you being toxic, and you also say you want to focus on your racing career," theodore put air quotations around toxic after tossing his hair towel on the wooden chair. he leaned back with his hands behind his head, "is she cute, at least?"

"remember the girl that bumped into me at the party earlier?"

"you didn't even see her face. there's no way you're breaking your week and a half of being single with a half of an interaction. not even," theodore appalled at the confession while enzo broke out into a fit of laughter. "you're on some joke things, absolutely not."

mattheo eyed both in a deadpan expression. wow, hilarious, even.

a coughing fit emerged from enzo as he tried to calm down, taking in breathing exercises in between coughs, "if it helps, not saying i would condone you for immediately rebounding after a 4 year relationship. i requested passes for emilia, so they'll mainly be in the mclaren paddock, but i can assume since her dad is a sponsor, she can probably request to walk around past mclaren. a chance to maybe or maybe not talk to your bump in the park."

"okay, enzo, not your finest joke." theodore commented.

mattheo sought pass the backhanded comment, but it was too soon. that he could agree on, but introducing himself and leaving an impression was not too soon. not when he feels the strings of his heart tug thinking about the small details of you, even if it was just for a moment.

y/n's notification center

mriddle16 followed you! a sec ago 5tnott4 followed you! a sec ago berkedzo followed you! a sec ago

wrote this on a whim. mattheo is delulu fs. was supposed to turn into a series but i cannot hold myself accountable to finish it LMFAO, masterlist

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheoxreader #mattheo riddle fanfic #theodore nott #lorenzo berkshire #slytherin boys #rilakeila f1 mattheo #slytherin #hp fanfic

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voidpetrova · 9 months

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art deco — damon salvatore x reader

☄. *. ⋆

content warnings and genre: blood, violence — angst(ish) (?)

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synopsis: art was as long as life was short, something you and damon knew entirely too well.

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in the dimly lit, abandoned museum, the air hung heavy with the scent of history and dust. faint moonlight filtered through cracked windows, casting ethereal glimmers upon forgotten canvases and sculptures. every corner of the place breathed with the remnants of bygone elegance, a silent testament to a world long past. amongst this solitude, you stood, a figure of timeless grace dressed in an opulent gown that whispered of old money. the art in this decaying sanctuary spoke to you in ways only a fellow aficionado could comprehend. the cracked masterpieces adorned the walls, their colors faded yet their stories vivid. each stroke of the brush or chisel seemed to echo through the ages, a symphony of artistic expression transcending time itself.

as you moved from one masterpiece to another, your fingers brushed lightly against the gilded frames, tracing the intricate carvings that held the essence of centuries. your eyes, pools of liquid appreciation, gazed upon the paintings with a reverence usually reserved for holy relics. the strokes of genius laid bare before you – from the haunting chiaroscuro of a renaissance masterpiece to the avant-garde chaos of abstract modernism – all whispered secrets to your heart.

but amidst this silent communion with art, you couldn't help but feel a presence, a shadow that moved with grace and purpose. you turned your head, and there he stood—damon salvatore, a man of another era, his eyes a deep well of secrets. his attire, tailored to perfection, exuded the same timeless charm that you cherished in art.

he smiled, a slow and enigmatic curve of his lips that hinted at a world of knowledge hidden behind his captivating exterior. “you have exquisite taste,” he murmured, his voice a velvet melody that danced through the gallery. you inclined your head, acknowledging the compliment. “and so do you,” you replied, your eyes returning to the artwork that surrounded you.

for a while, the two of you stood there, side by side but lost in your own worlds. the art, the sculptures, the remnants of human creativity encapsulated you both, weaving an unspoken connection stronger than words could convey.

it was as if the museum itself had come alive, the masterpieces breathing, sighing, and pulsating with the essence of creativity. damon, seemingly enthralled by your presence, broke the silence. “you know,” he began, his tone almost wistful, “art isn't just what's on the canvas. It's the stories, the emotions, the beauty found in unexpected places.” you turned to him, curiosity dancing in your eyes, “elaborate.”

with a mischievous glint in his eye, damon extended his hand toward a forgotten statue tucked away in the corner. it was a fragment of antiquity, a delicate hand emerging from a block of marble, frozen in time. "this," he said, his voice low and conspiratorial, “this is a masterpiece of its own. a testament to a sculptor's skill, yes, but also a tribute to the endurance of beauty. this hand, emerging from the stone, tells a story of transformation, of potential realized.”

you studied the sculpture anew, seeing it through his eyes. it was as if he'd breathed life into the lifeless, giving you a glimpse into the world beyond the surface.

as the night wore on, you and damon continued to traverse the labyrinthine corridors of art. each piece held its own unique charm, and damon, with his profound insights, revealed hidden dimensions to you. it was a dance of minds amidst a symphony of aesthetics, and you were enchanted.

but the final masterpiece of the night was yet to be unveiled, and it was not on the canvas or in the cold embrace of marble. it was the crimson masterpiece that damon had been crafting, a composition that was dark, brutal, and utterly enthralling.

in a secluded corner of the museum, far from prying eyes, the two of you stood together, surrounded by darkness and the echoes of history. damon's eyes bore into yours with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. you were not unaware of the darkness within him, the primal force that lurked beneath his charming exterior, but in this moment, it only added to the allure.

he leaned in, his lips dangerously close to your ear, his voice a seductive whisper. “art is subjective, my dear. and this, this is my masterpiece.”

before you could react, his lips met the tender skin of your neck, and the world exploded in a symphony of sensations. pain and pleasure intertwined, a chaotic dance that defied reason. as his fangs pierced your skin, you gasped, your vision blurring as a rush of ecstasy washed over you. the world around you dimmed as your senses heightened. you could hear the rhythm of your own heartbeat, the whisper of blood flowing through your veins. the metallic taste of your own life filled your mouth, and it was both repulsive and intoxicating.

damon's grip on you tightened as he drank, his movements possessive and primal. in that agonizingly beautiful moment, you realized the true essence of art – the collision of beauty and brutality, creation and destruction, life and death.

as the last vestiges of your humanity slipped away, you became a part of his masterpiece, a work of art in your own right. the abandoned museum, with its forgotten treasures, had witnessed another chapter in its history, a tale of immortal passion and boundless darkness. and in that timeless night, surrounded by the relics of a bygone era, you and damon salvatore became a living testament to the endless possibilities of art, where boundaries blurred and beauty was redefined in shades of red.

art, indeed, was subjective, and in the world of vampires, it was a canvas that knew no limits.

#tvd #tvdu #the originals #legacies #damon salvatore #damon x reader #damon salvatore x reader #damon salvatore angst #damon salvatore smut #damon salvatore fluff

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verum-artifex · 7 months

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🎨 A Glimpse into Verum Artifex's Vision 🌌

In a sanctuary where creativity thrives, we proudly present a snapshot of our essence at Verum Artifex.

Amidst a studio adorned with intricate art, a central figure contemplates a grand canvas—depicting a divine muse that captures our driving force of creativity and boundless spirit. Flanking this scene, two vibrant souls, embodying Nova and Onyx, seamlessly blend traditional sketching with digital innovation. Their synergy symbolizes our unique blend of Artifex Astra: art, tech, and spirit.

From brushes to digital tablets, every element reveals our dedication to harmonizing age-old artistry with contemporary techniques. This image is more than just a portrayal; it's our heart, our journey, and our unwavering commitment to unparalleled craftsmanship.

As we continue our quest, we invite you to join our narrative, celebrating the fusion of tradition and innovation. How do you envision the future of art and design?

#VerumArtifex #ArtistryEvolved #DigitalMeetsTraditional #Craftsmanship #Innovation

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multifandomfix · 5 months

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Perfect Presence — Tenth Doctor

Summary: The Doctor is set on finding you the perfect Christmas present and he traverses time and space to do so, though maybe he really didn’t need to try so hard.

Word Count: 744

Warnings: None, just fluff, so much fluff

With all the swirling depths of time and space at his fingertips, the TARDIS hums with anticipation as the Doctor embarks on a quest to find the perfect Christmas present for you. The familiar wheezing sound echoes through the air, signaling the beginning of his search. He promised himself that he will not rest in his pursuit of a gift that will capture your heart, no matter how many tries it takes him to find just the right gift.

The Doctor's eyes sparkle with determination as he sets out, arriving at one of his favorite planets, known for their eclectic collections of rare and valuable objects. He navigates through the chaotic energy of the bustling alien market, many a trinket catching his eye, but none quite right. Vibrant colors and exotic scents surround him as vendors peddle unique baubles and artifacts from distant galaxies. His sonic buzzes, matching the buzz of his own anticipation, as he scans over the myriad of possibilities. The Doctor weaves through the crowds, searching for that one elusive item that will bring a smile to your face.

Turning up nothing, he decides to try somewhere and somewhen else. In a leap through time, the TARDIS materializes on the gas lit streets of Victorian London; another of his most favorite spots. He wanders for a while, recalling a shop that may have what he’s looking for. Finding it, one street over from where he could have sworn it to be, he explores the quaint shop filled with curious oddities. There, he discovers a pocket watch adorned with intricate engravings, a piece of history that might resonate with you and add a touch of timeless elegance to your collection, but then again, it didn’t quite feel like the right item.

Undeterred by the ticking clock, seeing as he could be back at your door a minute after he left, the Doctor propelled the TARDIS into the far future, landing on a planet where technology reigns supreme. In a bustling metropolis, he finds a device that translates thoughts into art, envisioning it as a canvas for your creativity. The hum of the cityscape fades as the Doctor imagines the endless possibilities of this unique gift, one that mirrors the boundless imagination of the universe. It was wondrous, surely, and he’d no doubt you’d appreciate it, but as cool as it was, it lacked any sort of sentimentality for him. Onto something else then, he thought.

Journeying through medieval castles, futuristic landscapes, and distant planets, the Doctor's quest continued, each locale offering new possibilities for the perfect present, but each coming up short in some way.

Finally, in a moment of quiet reflection amidst the celestial beauty of a distant galaxy, the Doctor discovers a rare, star shaped crystal, half hidden in pink sand. Its ethereal glow reflects the wonder of the cosmos, capturing the essence of his travels with you and the magic of Christmas. With a satisfied grin, the Doctor cradles the crystal in his hands, its radiance a testament to the extraordinary journey he undertook to find the ideal gift for you.

Returning to the TARDIS, the star-shaped crystal held securely, the Doctor anticipates the joy in your eyes as you unwrap this extraordinary present he’d chosen with care and love. The TARDIS dematerializes, leaving behind a trail of stardust as it hurtles back through space and time, all the way back to you on Christmas morning.

You’re barely awake when he knocks on your door, not having checked the time, as he was too excited to bestow upon you his perfect gift. His big, goofy grin filled your tired vision as you greeted him at the door.

"Merry Christmas," he beams, pausing just long enough to reach into his coat and pull out the crystal. "This is for you, a little piece of the universe I thought you might like."

You watched the crystal sparkle in the morning light, reflecting the pure joy in his eyes. As you take the gift, he leans against the doorframe, eager to share the tale of his journey in finding it.

“It’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it. But Doctor,” you began, and in that fraction of a second his smile faltered, briefly thinking that it had been the wrong gift after all. “All I really needed this Christmas was to spend it with you.” His smile returned and you invited him inside. “Now tell me how you went about finding this.”

Forever Tag: @baubeautyandthegeek, @ghostsunderstoodmysoul, @immyowndefender, @valencethefriendlychangeling, @crimsonwidow666, @rebelbossheart, @thedailyspiritualist, @orangeisnttheonlyfruit, @woman-simp, @aperol-with-izzy, @leonoralessoem, @ellepossum69, @lakita-fisher, @nclgsticore, @ayanthegreat28, @analuw, @luvlesavyy, @malfoyfeed, @aliciabrower, @bitchr-mkay, @sparrowspixie

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#tenth doctor #tenth doctor x reader #doctor who #request

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hearts-4-valentine · 8 months

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🎨A creative mess🎨

Chishiya Shuntaro x artist! Reader

Summary: Chishiya and his lover, Y/N try to escape the bordelands with Y/N’s creativeness

(A/N: I KNOW THIS IS A** AND ILL MAKE ANOTHER ONE)

In the harrowing world of "Alice in Borderland," Chishiya Shuntaro, the mastermind strategist, found an unexpected refuge in the form of Y/N, a gifted artist with an extraordinary talent for seeing beauty in chaos.

One evening, while taking a break from the relentless games, Chishiya stumbled upon Y/N in her hidden art studio. He watched her intently as she brought her canvas to life with vibrant strokes of color.

Chishiya: "Y/N, your art always astounds me. In this twisted world, you manage to find something beautiful."

Y/N smiled, her eyes twinkling with a mixture of pride and affection.

Y/N: "It's my way of finding solace, Chishiya. And you, you're my sanctuary in this chaos."

Chishiya smirked and Y/N smiled. As their connection deepened, they faced a particularly dangerous game that required not just strategy but also Y/N's creative thinking.

Chishiya: "We need a plan, Y/N. Can your artistic perspective help us here?"

Y/N: "I believe it can, Chishiya, but it's unconventional."

Chishiya: "Unconventional is our forte. What's your idea?"

They executed Y/N's unorthodox plan, narrowly escaping their adversaries. In the aftermath, they shared a moment of victory, knowing they owed their lives to their unique partnership.

Chishiya: "Your creativity knows no bounds, Y/N. It's a weapon as formidable as any strategy."

Y/N: "And your strategic mind is a work of art in its own right, Chishiya."

Their love continued to flourish amidst the turmoil of the Borderland. Y/N often expressed her feelings through her art, creating pieces that told the story of their love and resilience.

Y/N: "Chishiya, I've painted something for you. It's a symbol of our love in this chaotic world."

Chishiya was moved, gazing at a stunning painting of the two of them amidst the chaos of the Borderland, their love transcending the darkness.

Chishiya: "Y/N, this is extraordinary. It's as if you've captured our journey in a single stroke."

Their love story became a beacon of hope in the Borderland, a testament to the enduring power of love and creativity in the face of adversity. In a world where survival was uncertain, Chishiya Shuntaro and Y/N's bond remained unbreakable, reminding all that even amidst chaos, love and art could flourish.

#valentine★#aib chishiya #alice in borderland #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya fanfic #alice in boderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya x you

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tanjirosjuliet · 2 months

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Prettiest Flower

A/n : ahh it's been so long since I uploaded right? It felt so weird opening up my notebook and begin to write. Anyways here's a lil fic I wrote a few days ago. Just a reminder I'm going to post every Wednesday and Sunday now!!!

Warnings - none !

Genre - fluff

Pairing - Tanjiro x reader

Words - 680

As the sun dipped below the horizon, I found myself walking next to my sweetheart, Tanjiro. We had an extremely strenuous mission from which we were returning. Now that the stress of the mission had lifted, it left behind a sense of accomplishment and a longing for the comforts of home. On the way, suddenly, amidst the fading light, was a beautiful flower field stretched out before our eyes, mostly filled with dandelions. I gasped and tugged at Tanjiro's sleeve, "Look! Oh my gosh, a flower field! I've never seen one before it's so pretty!" I said in enthusiasm as Tanjiro marveled at my excited demeanor. Entranced by the flower field's beauty, me and Tanjiro exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between you to explore this unexpected treasure. Different scents from all directions hit Tanjiro's nose. I giggled as I looked at him making faces while trying to adjust. Tanjiro's calloused hands ran over the soft gorgeous flowers around the field, this was something he missed alot, he used to visit a humongous flower field not too far from his house alot in the summers as a kid but this was the first time in a while where he actually visited one again. A wave of sadness and nostalgia washed over him as he his lips turned downwards. I held his hands and caressed them, "Are you okay, m'love?" I asked him sympathetically as we walked through the field, thinking it might make Tanjiro feel better. "Yeah" Tanjiro let out a weak sigh, clearly missing his family. The setting sun painted the sky in hues of pink and orange, casting a warm glow over the landscape. I watched in awe as the birds soared overhead, their graceful silhouettes dancing against the vibrant canvas above. In the distance, the lights of the village began to flicker to life, a comforting reminder of the civilization amidst the wilderness. Lost in the beauty of the moment, me and Tanjiro found ourselves laughing and playing like children, the weight of our responsibilities momentarily forgotten. Our laughter echoed through the field as we played tag. His laughter and joy was infectious, I don't remember the last time I saw him like this, so carefree and full of energy even after a mission. Laughing and giggling, we collapsed on the grass below us, "Caught you!" Tanjiro said panting and giggling. His hair brushed against my cheek as he scooted closer to me. As we sat in the field, my eyes were focused on the ethereal view ahead. Soft breeze whistled through my ears as I closed my eyes. These were the fleeting moments of pure joy demon slayers wanted amidst the chaos of our lives. Tanjiro, knelt down amidst the dandelions, his nimble fingers plucking the delicate stems with care. With a playful glint in his eyes, I saw him crafting a dandelion clown, his hands working with practiced precision. I watched in admiration, marveling at his creativity and skill. The sun dipped lower below the horizon, painting the sky into pinks, purples and deep blue stretching miles behind us. Tanjiro presented me with his creation—a whimsical dandelion clown, its petals arranged oh so precisely as if he was trying to mirror the way I make him feel. The way he was presenting the flower crown was like a toddler sweetly presenting a flower to his crush. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight, a warm feeling spread through my chest at the thoughtfulness of his gesture, "Aww, love, you really didn't had to do this much" I said, grinning eye to eye as Tanjiro tenderly put the crown on my head with hearts in his eyes, "No, you deserve it" Tanjiro smiled, softly pinching my cheeks. I cupped his and face kissed his forehead scar lovingly and asked, "There are so many pretty flowers here, which one is your favorite?". He thought for a moment, he caressed my hair as he finally spoke, "There are very pretty flowers here, but if I were to choose the prettiest one... I'll always choose you."

MASTERLIST

@tanjirosjuliet ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴅᴏɴᴛ sᴛᴇᴀʟ/ᴄᴏᴘʏ/ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ !

#tanjiro x reader #tanjiro x y/n #tanjiro kamado x reader #tanjiro x you #tanjirou #kimetsu no yaiba #tanjiro angst #tanjiro fluff #tanjiro kamado #tanjiro kimetsu no yaiba #kny tanjirou #demon slayer x you #txt

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ctitan98official · 4 months

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Anonymous: What are your thoughts on sub Cassandra with a stone top?👀 Can I ask for hq about that?🙇‍♀️

18+ Minors DNI

I have a lot of thoughts. I always write reader as a top, but I typically hc Cass as more of a power bottom. However… I’m also a degenerate and think about Cass as a sub way too much T^T I actually wrote something similar to this here! Let’s get into it!

When you’re with Cass, her intimidating presence melts away and you become her safe haven. You provide a secure space where she can let go of her dominant facade and embrace her vulnerable, submissive side.

Cass is a bad bitch. We know that. But despite her high-ranking position as Alcina’s daughter, Cass craves an escape from her responsibilities and expectations. With you, she finds solace in submitting, allowing herself to be guided by your strong presence.

Cass’s submissiveness is a stark contrast to your unyielding nature as a stone top. This fuels the intense dynamic between you both as she willingly surrenders control, admiring your ability to take charge.

You understand her desires on a deep level, providing unwavering support to help her reach her goal of total submission.

Your touch is firm and grounding, providing stability for Cass amidst her, typically, chaotic existence. It helps her find balance and allows her to trust in you completely, ultimately deepening her sense of surrender even more.

One thing in particular that she loves to do is present her neck to you. An indicator of how safe she feels with you. It makes you feel honored and turned on. She’s so good for you. You like to kiss it and place little bites along it.

Sometimes you engage her as a soft dom and other times as a hard dom. It all depends on what she needs at the current moment. You are confident in your abilities to pleasure her on both ends of the top spectrum.

When Cass needs validation and affirmation from you, she loves when you compliment her. Your praise when she follows directions fills her with a sense of worth and it reminds her of how cherished she is in your eyes.

However, when Cass needs to get off fast and rough? You have to be mean. Grabbing her harshly, tying her up, calling her dirty names… She adores it.

Speaking of tying her up, it’s kind of necessary when you use strap-ons and other means of insertion on her. She grows unhinged and can’t help some of her actions. She might accidentally claw you to shreds as she begs you to go deeper if she’s not bound…

Cass’s eagerness to explore the full depths of her submission allows for you to get… Creative with how you take care of her. Cass is a beautiful canvas for you to express yourself with.

But, beyond the power dynamics, you share a deep emotional connection with Cass. Trust and open communication form the pillars of your relationship. You both honor each other’s desires, needs, and boundaries. You two have built a solid foundation of love and consent.

Masterlist

#re8 #re8 village #cassandra dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu x reader #cassandra dimitrescu x y/n #re8 incorrect quotes #re8 shitpost #y/n is stupid #resident evil imagines #resident evil 8 #resident evil village

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downbad4fyodor · 6 months

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Pairing: Ango x Fem!reader word count: 363 summary: You and Ango decided to decorate the mantel on the fireplace warnings: none Tag list: @getousrep

The fireplace exhaled warmth into the room, casting a golden glow that danced along the walls, a symphony of amber hues that cocooned the space in a tender embrace. You and Ango found yourselves on the precipice of a tranquil evening, the promise of Christmas beckoning with the eager anticipation of a shared ritual.

Ango, a pillar of unwavering support, disappeared into the storage room, reemerging with boxes that seemed to carry the very essence of Christmas past. The mantel, like a canvas yearning for the brushstrokes of holiday enchantment, awaited the alchemy of your collective creativity. The subtle hum of the heater, a harmony to the crackling fireplace, blended seamlessly with the ambient sounds of the season.

Boxes opened like treasure chests, revealing an array of ornaments that sparkled with the memories of yesteryear—miniature snow globes that whispered of winter's magic, delicate baubles that cradled the weight of shared traditions, and strands of tinsel that shimmered like strands of celestial stardust.

As you sifted through the glistening assortment, Ango's eyes became constellations of delight. "This one," he murmured, holding up a glass ornament adorned with intricate patterns, "has journeyed through generations in my family."

Together, you and Ango unfolded these treasures, each one a cherished artifact weaving a narrative of Christmases gone by. The air hummed with the excitement of possibilities as you gathered around the mantel, the heart of your home, ready to be adorned.

Ango's fingers moved with practiced grace, intertwining the strands of tinsel into a cascade that mimicked the gentle descent of snowflakes. Your hands cradled delicate baubles, each one a vessel holding the essence of Christmas. Ango's voice, a comforting baritone, wove through the air as he shared anecdotes of childhood Christmases, the ornaments serving as portals to those cherished moments.

In the collaborative spirit, you and Ango painted a vision for the mantel—a symphony of rich hues, red and green intermingled with touches of gold, an homage to timeless elegance. As you arranged the ornaments, Ango's hands moved in synchrony with yours, the mantel evolving into a tapestry of festive wonder.

A string of twinkling lights appeared in Ango's hands, their soft luminescence casting an ethereal glow upon the tableau. The room, bathed in the warm hues of the fireplace and the gentle twinkle of lights, metamorphosed into a haven steeped in holiday magic, a sanctuary where time seemed to pause.

In the midst of this decorating reverie, Ango unearthed a delicate nativity scene, an heirloom passed down through generations. Placing it amidst the festive display, a hushed reverence descended upon the room. The mantel, now adorned, held not only the promise of holiday revelry but also a sacred space where tradition and love intersected.

As the final ornament found its designated place, you and Ango stood back, surveying the mantel—a testament to shared creativity and the magic of togetherness. Ango's eyes, alight with pride, met yours, and a shared smile conveyed the unspoken joy of crafting a space infused with the spirit of Christmas.

Amid the glow of the decorated mantel, the room settled into a cocoon of tranquility. Your little 18-month-old boy, nestled in his slumber, remained undisturbed by the festive symphony that had unfolded around him. The occasional crackling of the fire and the muted exchange of words formed a lullaby, wrapping the room in a tender embrace.

Hand in hand, you and Ango sank into the couch, the mantel now a masterpiece that transcended mere decoration. The room, now a sanctuary of Yuletide charm, echoed with the subtle sounds of the season—the crackle of the fire, the distant jingle of bells, and the hushed whispers of shared joy.

The exchange of glances between you and Ango held stories of tradition, companionship, and the timeless enchantment of Christmas. And as the flames flickered, casting dancing shadows upon the mantel, your little one stirred, eyes fluttering open to the sight of the adorned room.

Gently cradling him in your arms, you and Ango formed a cozy cocoon around the infant. The room, now bathed in the soft radiance of the mantel, became a tableau of familial warmth. With a collective sigh, you reveled in the serenity of the moment, a quiet celebration of love, tradition, and the magic that only a carefully adorned mantel could conjure.

And so, nestled on the couch, the three of you became a living diorama—a family surrounded by the glow of a meticulously decorated mantel, the flickering flames, and the harmonious whispers of the season.

#bungou sd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs manga #bsd anime #bsd x reader #bungo sd #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd spoilers #bungo stray dogs season 4 #25 days of christmas #ango sakaguchi #bsd ango #ango x reader

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okkotsuyuutaloml · 8 months

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a/n: i'm cleaning my computer and found a bunch of short stories which i had written for my english class (but ended up not submitting it bcs i chickened out and instead wrote an argumentative essay)

pairing: mark webber and sebastian vettel (platonic)

cw: murder, gore, horror, au

wc:

main mlist ! | f1 mlist !

thank you @taestwinkle for proofreading this for me!

in the shadowed heart of the decaying city of dunwich, where whispers of despair lingered in the alleys, two souls teetered on the brink of madness: mark webber, a forsaken artist and sebastian vettel, a macabre surgeon.

mark's studio was a morbid sanctuary, adorned with grotesque canvases that defied the boundaries of human suffering. his latest masterpiece, "the eviscerated symphony," had drawn the attention of the macabre elite, including sebastian.

sebastian, a surgeon by day and a collector of the macabre by night, had an insatiable appetite for the obscure. he frequented the darkest corners of the city in search of subjects for his experiments, always lurking in the shadows.

one fateful evening, seb's twisted path led him to mark's studio. the pungent scent of wet paint and decay hung heavy in the air as he entered. a symphony of anguish unfolded before him on the canvases, each stroke and brushstroke an ode to despair.

mark turned, his eyes like fractured mirrors, reflecting a thousand sorrows. "you," he said, his voice a haunting melody. "you are not here for my art. you are here for something darker."

sebastian nodded, a twisted grin dancing on his lips. "i seek inspiration, dear artist, and i hear your work is nothing short of transcendent."

a sinister alliance formed between them that night. sebastian provided mark with the most macabre subjects for his art, dissected and splayed open for his creative endeavors. in return, mark invited sebastian to witness his artistry firsthand, to see the unholy marriage of life and death on his canvases.

their twisted collaboration soon grew into an obsession. mark's art became more grotesque with each passing day, his brush strokes capturing the essence of suffering in a way that no other artist could fathom. sebastian, on the other hand, pushed the boundaries of medical science, experimenting on living subjects in the name of his insatiable curiosity.

one chilling night, as rain poured in torrents, the duo embarked on their most audacious endeavor yet. they ventured to the city's catacombs, a labyrinth underworld where the forgotten dead whispered their secrets. mark's canvas was set amidst the bones, lit by flickering candles, as sebastian worked meticulously to extract the essence of agony from a still-breathing victim.

as the night wore on, a maddening fusion of art and science unfolded. mark's brush moved with a feverish intensity, capturing the tortured soul of the victim on canvas. sebastian's surgical instruments danced like malevolent wraiths, unraveling the mysteries of life and death.

but then, in the catacombs' eerie silence, something unexpected happened. the victim's pain transcended the physical, and his suffering began to infect the very air around them. mark's brush shook as he felt the tendrils of agony wrap around his heart and sebastian's once-celestial curiosity curdled into a grotesque obsession.

as the ritual reached its height, the boundary between life and death blurred. the victim's anguished cries merged with mark's screams of artistic ecstasy and sebastian's maniacal laughter. in that unholy moment, they glimpsed something beyond their comprehension—a realm where suffering and creation merged, a dimension of pure horror.

the catacombs trembled, and a cataclysmic force tore through the studio above. the city of dunwich was forever scarred by the malevolent energy they had unleashed. the cataclysmic artistry they had wrought that night was their final masterpiece—a grotesque testament to the depths of human depravity.

in the end, mark and seb were never seen again, their souls claimed by the dark forces they had summoned. their studio became a forbidden legend, a place where the line between art and abomination had been irrevocably blurred.

and so, in the heart of the decaying city of dunwich, the legacy of mark and sebastian lived on—a nightmarish tale whispered in the alleys, a reminder of the darkness that dwells within the human soul.

a/n: definitely didn't have merriam webster open 😋

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thedensworld · 9 months

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Lover | Kim Mingyu

Almost Parted But We Hold On

Lover Series🖤🌼

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x Fashion Editor!reader (ft. Non biological brother!Joshua)

Genre: angst, fluff, romance, established relationship, series

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With every passing year, your love story painted new strokes on the canvas of time. Their journey was a melody that harmonized their lives, a rhythm that resonated with the ebb and flow of their individual pursuits.

As you continued to leave an indelible mark in the world of fashion, your name became an anthem of creativity and innovation. Your artistic direction and editorial finesse turned every project into a masterpiece, and your influence grew like a symphony building to a crescendo. The world applauded her, and the spotlight that once seemed blinding now bathed you in a warm glow of recognition.

On the other hand, Mingyu's acting endeavors flourished with a brilliance that matched the constellations in the night sky. He embraced the challenges of new roles with the same passion that had driven him in his music career. Movie scripts and drama offers fell at his feet like petals, each role a testament to his talent and versatility. His performances moved hearts, and accolades followed him like loyal companions.

In their dynamic world, it could have been simple for their paths to stray, caught in the chaos of their separate fields. The endless demands, high expectations, and fame's allure might have driven them apart. Yet, like stars drawn together, their bond grew stronger. Amidst busy shoots and shows, they found comfort in late-night talks bridging continents. Mingyu's set stories mingled with your fashion triumphs, crafting a shared tale. Your connection was more than a thread; it grounded them amidst success's whirlwind.

Once-daunting distances were now milestones on their journey. Time zones turned to opportunities for intimate confessions and shared laughter. Screens dissolved in their words' warmth, reminding them that love defies space and time. Every milestone deepened their understanding. They celebrated not just achievements, but the sweat and sacrifices behind them. Cheers from fans were joined by their hearts' silent applause, celebrating each other's strength.

Amid fame's waters, you became lighthouses for one another, guiding through storms. Amid camera glimmers, your love remained a steady beacon.

As chapters turned, your love story remained their anchor. Through ups and downs, careers' peaks and valleys, your unity stood firm. Your tale proved that two souls could intertwine journeys with unwavering devotion.

As the world gazed upon your journey with awe, you both continued to ascend to new heights, shattering barriers and kindling inspiration in the hearts of many. Yet, amidst the applause and conquests that surrounded you, the intricate world you had constructed remained hidden—a world woven with threads of love, trust, and mutual understanding. In an era often consumed by the glorification of individual feats, you served as a living embodiment of the axiom that unity is strength. Your story bore witness to the fact that a love tended with unwavering care and devotion could indeed conquer any obstacle.

As the sands of time flowed on, your love story metamorphosed into a beacon of hope and inspiration. Through dazzling splendor and trials that tested your mettle, you emerged not just as partners but as confidantes and soulmates. The symphony of your love, composed of shared triumphs and the sweet strains of mutual growth, continued to resound, each note echoing the commitment that had carried you through every page of your extraordinary journey.

Amidst their bustling world, a sudden twist of fate shattered the tranquility they had woven.

"I'm going to be promoted," you revealed to Mingyu. Your once-muted expression transformed into a radiant smile as his arms enveloped you, embracing not just you but the magnitude of your accomplishments. His eyes reflected your pride, mirroring the years of toil and dedication that had brought you here. His mind raced with plans for your celebration, crafting visions of themes, guest lists, and a carefully curated menu. The promise of your promotion party, resplendent in all its grandeur, enveloped him with excitement.

But then, like a gust of wind altering direction, you dropped another piece of news. "But I have to move."

The euphoria on Mingyu's face wavered as your words sank in. You explained that your new role, that of Chief Executive for South East Asia's branch, demanded your presence at the central office in Singapore. It was a role you had long aspired to, a goal that had consumed your efforts in the fashion realm for over a decade. Mingyu understood this aspiration, this dream carefully nurtured over years, but the reality of your absence hit him hard.

His smile dimmed, the sparkle in his eyes momentarily fading. Behind the veneer of his expression, an internal struggle waged. The facade he wore concealed the emotional turmoil he felt at the prospect of separation. He had tasted the bitterness of missing you during short business trips; how then could he fathom enduring extended absence? Balancing a burgeoning acting career with the challenges of a long-distance relationship loomed as an overwhelming task.

You could discern the subtleties—the smile that failed to reach his eyes, the vulnerability he tried to mask behind his cheerful front. It was a nuanced interplay of emotions—a mix of euphoria over your hard-earned promotion and the heartache of leaving your comfort zone. Your roots had grown deep in Seoul over nearly five years, a tapestry woven with beloved family, cherished friends, and Mingyu—a special presence in your life. Mingyu had probed into the reasons behind your initial move to South Korea, sensing that there was more to your decision than mere education.

"I didn't have strong family ties back in my hometown," you confided. "Leaving them behind was easier. But being here, the warmth from my mother and Josh, it's a different kind of attachment."

His teasing question about his own attachment drew forth an affectionate response—an intimate kiss accompanied by a nod that spoke volumes of your connection. Mingyu's initial bashfulness gave way to a playful protest, his request for a heads-up before future displays of affection revealing his tender nature.

"Say something," you urged, seeking to bridge the gap of his silence after revealing your decision to move. His shrug and the way he nestled against your shoulder hinted at the maelstrom of thoughts within. His lips formed a slight pout, a visual representation of his internal turmoil.

Taking a deep breath, he bared his emotions. "Honestly," he began, "I'm overjoyed for you. Your promotion is a testament to your dedication, and I couldn't be prouder." His fingers found yours, intertwining with them as he conveyed his unwavering support.

With his other arm, he pulled you nearer, ensconcing you in an embrace that radiated both reassurance and earnestness. "But it's also a bitter realization that you'll be leaving. I believe in you, I truly do. I've seen you manage time and priorities—I've experienced your effort to make space for me even within your packed schedule. Yet, I'm going to miss having you close, being able to hold you like this," he confessed, his arms enveloping you in warmth and security.

You returned his embrace, holding onto the moment as if to freeze time itself. In this shared embrace, a profound kinship blossomed, transcending the need for words. Amidst the uncertainty, you found solace in each other's arms, emotions merging and fears confronting reality.

Sitting together on the couch, a sense of serenity enveloped you. The touch, the warmth, the profound connection—all converged into a singular moment that seemed to stretch infinitely. In a world dominated by ambitions and responsibilities, you treasured these simple, intimate instances. An unexpected intrusion, as Min entered the scene demanding a late-night snack, broke the spell momentarily.

However, the interruption only highlighted the value of these stolen moments. Mingyu's arms remained steadfast around you, embodying the unwavering support and love he had consistently offered through every twist and turn of your intertwined journey. Amidst the unpredictability of life, his embrace remained a constant, reminding you of the enduring strength of your connection.

One more captivating aspect of your personality is your boundless love for surprises. It was as if the exhilarating shock of the surprise you pulled off two weeks ago—the revelation of your promotion—wasn't enough. Building on that thrill, your unexpected visit and the subsequent announcement nearly sent Mingyu's heart into overdrive.

"What? You can't be serious!" Mingyu's eyes widened to a comical extent as you nodded, your smile a brilliant testament to your achievement.

The sheer incredulity in his gaze was matched only by the disbelief etched across his features. As you stood there, radiating an undeniable sense of accomplishment, his emotional roller coaster showed no signs of slowing down. With a profound sigh, he surrendered to the weight of the news, his expression a blend of bewilderment and astonishment. It was almost as if he struggled to reconcile the image of you—his girlfriend—being without a job.

Playfully, he attempted to reason away the situation. "Did you hit your head somewhere and accidentally submit that resignation letter?" he joked, attempting to mask the significance of your decision. Your resolute headshake only emphasized that there was no jest involved.

You couldn't help but share an infectious, childlike enthusiasm as you hopped onto his couch. "I'm free!" you exclaimed, your sheer joy contrasting vividly with the undercurrent of concern on Mingyu's face. His arms encircled you, lifting you gently from the couch and allowing you to melt into the cushions beside him. Amidst his own bewilderment, he cherished these lighthearted moments, even if the situation demanded a more serious outlook.

Intriguingly, you had just handed in your resignation letter, willingly departing from a dream you had pursued for over a decade. Yet, your countenance exuded liberation and unbridled happiness. This paradox left Mingyu grappling with a flurry of thoughts—how could you be so carefree about parting with a secure job that you had fought so hard to secure?

His mind raced as he watched you, searching for the essence of your choice in the way your emotions danced across your features. What was the driving force behind this unexpected decision? What profound realization had propelled you to make such a daring move?

In response to his silent inquiries, you began to unveil the intricate web of thoughts that had led you to this pivotal juncture. Weeks of soul-searching, contemplation, and introspection had converged to unveil a poignant truth about your future. The questions you posed to yourself—regarding your genuine desires, cherished values, and dreams yet to be realized—culminated in a singular, resolute conclusion. The once-alluring position of Chief Executive Area was politely declined, a choice that sprang from your longing for fresh horizons and an uncharted chapter beyond the walls of Byoré.

"So, what comes next?" Mingyu inquired, his eyes reflecting a curiosity that matched the gravity of your choice.

An arch of your eyebrow preluded your response. "Me? Oh, I've planned to bask in a state of perpetual slumber, indulging in whatever culinary delights I desire. I envision myself spending leisurely hours snuggled up with Min and making daily visits to this very house," you revealed, a playful glint in your eyes.

Amidst the spectrum of emotions that danced between you, there was one thing about you that never failed to capture Mingyu's heart—your love for surprises. Even after the whirlwind of the past two weeks, where you revealed your promotion and graced him with an unexpected visit, you still had a propensity for catching him off guard.

In that moment, the truth crystallized: you had willingly walked away from a dream job that had been your life's anchor for over a decade. The twist wasn't in the act itself, but in the manner you did it—with an infectious smile and an aura of liberation. This abrupt departure from the norm left Mingyu bewildered, his mind spinning with a whirlwind of questions. What had sparked this transformation within you?

Mingyu's sigh encompassed both amusement and concern. Your plan sent up an SOS signal in his mind—a signal of a plan-less existence that contrasted his own life driven by purpose and ambition. How could someone flourish without a distinct direction? And how could he reconcile being in a relationship with someone who had intentionally relinquished stability to embrace moments of leisure?

Breaking through the light-hearted chatter, you bared your soul with emotional honesty. "I've thought about it deeply, and the idea of leaving you is unbearable. The depth of my love for you makes the mere thought of parting agonizing," you confessed, the sincerity in your voice casting a tender spell.

Mingyu's heart softened visibly, his emotions stirred by your candid sentiment. "Thank you, baby," he murmured, his gratitude palpable. Yet, he couldn't remain passive. "But let's retrieve that resignation letter! You need a job to stay vibrant and passionate. You can't just float through life," he implored, seizing your wrist with an earnest intent to whisk you out of his apartment.

"Noooooo!" Your response was accompanied by a playful whine. Mingyu pressed on, insisting on hearing your plans for the future, while you firmly resisted revealing them. You shared your theory that voicing your goals made them more elusive.

"Tell me!"

With a sigh of reluctant surrender, you relented. "Alright. I've been in discussions with the Dean of Seoul University's Art and Fashion Faculty. They're enthusiastic about supporting me in creating my own magazine, along with the prospect of teaching Fashion Communication and Journalism. I've also confided in my friends about my desire to establish a magazine centered around eco-lifestyle." Your words flowed with conviction, and Mingyu's growing excitement became evident, a testament to his endorsement of your extraordinary plan.

"We're already halfway there, with a team composed of fashion students and my colleagues. We're in the middle of preparing to pitch our proposal to stakeholders," you shared, your voice a blend of determination and unwavering purpose.

Your declaration was charged with confidence, and Mingyu couldn't help but chuckle, amused by the fervor in your voice as he absorbed the intricate details. He had often observed your tendencies toward impulsivity, your innate knack for diving headfirst into uncharted waters. This had previously fueled his apprehensions about your decisions, including your recent resignation.

His supportive stance was articulated in his words. "Count me in, without a doubt. Your plan is compelling, and I'm ready to be your staunchest advocate. Need an investor? I'm all ears. However, don't mistake my involvement for lack of seriousness. Even though I love you, this is still a business," he warned, his playful tone underscored by a hint of solemnity.

Your laughter bubbled forth in response, a joyful expression of your gratitude for his offer. "That's precisely why I hesitated to tell you initially. I genuinely appreciate your offer, sweetheart. However, I'm wary of any misconception that I'm pursuing your financial resources," you explained, addressing his concern with sincerity.

Mingyu's chuckle was accompanied by a gentle rebuke. "Let's look at this from a positive angle—it could potentially become a family enterprise down the line. Enough with worrying about others' opinions. You're no longer just a former fashion editor; you're blossoming into a genuine businesswoman," he asserted, his mentor-like role interwoven with his boundless affection as he gently guided you, his heart brimming with care.

A playful plea found its way to your lips. "Just promise to be our model, alright?"

With a grin, he acquiesced, "Though I must warn you, my rate card might be a bit extravagant."

Laughter mingled with shared affection, filling the space with a harmonious symphony of delight. The twists and turns that destiny had orchestrated were nothing short of remarkable. Mere weeks ago, the specter of a looming long-distance relationship had cast a shadow. Now, you stood on the precipice of a new journey—unemployed yet committed to crafting your own magazine. Through every twist and turn, the common thread remained: your unbreakable devotion to those you held close. In the end, the purest joy was found in the embrace of loved ones, an unchanging constant amidst the ever-shifting tides of life.

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