#I’m still learning Okayy

[cosmal]

okayy since my profile’s all fucked again im gonna keep annoying in ur ask box…

rugby!james learning to make time for reader after they start datingg

𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 — 𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫

summary you don’t think you have anymore time to see james. he promises to make an effort. so do you.

also this is unedited sorry

warnings/tags fem!reader, she/her pronouns rugby!james, angst, fluff at the end

word count 1.4k

“What about Thursday?” you call through the door, rinsing your hands through warm water, washing the suds from your wrists as a distraction.

“Training. You know that. Every Thursday.” He doesn’t say it cruelly, more of a soft reminder to move past it.

“No, James. You told me it was cancelled this week.” 

Through the door, James can still hear your upset building. It has his chest tightening with worry because he really didn’t want this to happen this season. Juggling his training and games, and your job and meetings has become more of a problem the further into the rugby season he gets. His team keeps winning games and your work just keeps piling up.

He waits for you to open the door but it doesn’t happen. He hears the tap squeak off and then your pacing.

“I did?” he asks because he really doesn’t remember.

“Yes,’’ your voice trails off.

He doesn’t argue. It’s likely. “Hey, open up and we can figure something out, yeah?”

There’s some rustling, lids getting clicked closed and then the metal crash of your pedal bin slamming shut before you open up. You’re all done up and pretty, eyes sparkling with a sheen of glitter and a lip gloss James loves. A black dress he also loves. To death. If you didn’t look so worried he’d make a cheesy, lovely comment.

He’d also soothe the pinched crease between your eyebrows if he knew it wouldn’t ruin the 45 minute job you’d done with your makeup. 

“What’s there to figure out?” you ask, voice a little pitched up, “You have rugby, I’ll have a meeting. It’s the same as always.”

You walk past him to your dresser, clicking on the yellow light bulbs to search for a pair of earrings. James follows.

“What do you mean the same?’’ he asks, catching a view of you in the mirror, standing behind you with his arms folded over his chest.

You lean forward to pierce a gold hoop through your ear and catch his eyes, sighing you say, “Please, James. I don’t want to argue, I have to leave in ten minutes and I don’t want to be in a bad mood for the whole night.”

“When did we start arguing?” he asks, closing the gap between the both of you. You stand up straight, turning to press your back into the lip of your dresser. The gap grows again and James hates it.

“James,” you sigh, twisting a little too roughly at the gold in your ears so the clip is at the back.

“What did you mean by the same as always?” he asks. 

If he didn’t look so sad you’d say something like you know what I mean, James. You decide against it when he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth. A habit of his you hate. You’d reach forward and tug it from his mouth if you thought just his touch right now wouldn’t have you unravelling. It always does. You’ll appologise for getting angry and he’ll applogise for arguing or whatever and the subject will be forgotten until next week. 

You have the urge to forget about it. The stronger urge to actually talk to him. 

“You’ve just been so busy lately,” you tell him, “So have I. I just, what…what if nothing ever changes?”

“Hey, the season’s almost over. Then I’m all yours.” he tells you, more hopeful than you are. Than you’ve been for the past few weeks.

You sigh. Because it’s tiring and because it’s nothing new. “And then in another eight weeks you’ll have the pre-season. You spend more time on that oval than you do in your own apartment.”

James deflates, full body, letting his shoulders slump forward. The charismatic, strong front he tries to put on falters only for a moment. It’s different. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, honey.”

Your hands squeak around the wood of your dresser where you lean backwards, “That’s exactly my point, James.” you exasperate, working yourself up more than you wanted to be. You don’t want to be this way with him, it’s not how you’d of like to have handled this situation. Your guilt eats at your tongue but you don’t stop, “You can’t skip training or games, I’d never ask you of that. It’s a problem with no solution.”

James eyes flicker behind the glasses falling down the bridge of his nose. Sniffling before he says, “What are you saying?”

You become a little too defensive, “I don’t know!”

“You want to break up?” he asks, quieter than he’s ever been around you. He hates it, you hate it even more.

You shake your head, leaning up off your furniture and step closer to him, exasperated you say, “God, no, James. That’t the last thing I want.”

He nods, a little more hopeful, “Right.”

“Is that what you want?”

“Jesus Christ, no.” He doesn’t even think before he answers you. He’d never have to.

“Okay,” you say before closing the space berween you entirely. Wanting his comfort more than anything. 

He gives it to you willingly, snaking his arms around your back, his fingers warm against the bare skin under your straps, “Hey, okay,’ he says, curls touching his eyelashes, ‘’What if I promise to make more of an effort?”

“You make a lot of effort,”

He shakes his head and you brush his curls back. Something simple, but also something you both need, Simple touches. “More though.”

You tilt your head back, “More?”

“I promise to make dinners and I’ll- I’ll come visit you on your lunch breaks,”

“James…”

He grins boyishly and you’ve missed the ten minutes you had without it. His smile is a treasure. “I mean it!” he laughs, though still entirely serious, “I’ll make sure I don’t go overtime at trainings and when I do get home I promise to give you more back massages than you need.”

“James,” you repeat, smile almost as bright as his, “I can’t ask you to do all those things, you’ll get tired and I don’t want that.”

His smile tampers down, “No I won’t.”

“No?”

“No. And if I do, I don’t care. I want to make this work.”

You peck his top lip, too quick for James’ liking, “I do too.” Another kiss, “I do.” you murmur against the light stubble of his jaw.

“Good,” he says, pecking you back. Too quick for your own liking. You’re both holding back the strong urge to appologise like idiots.

“I promise to make time for you too,” you tell him seriously.

“You’ll give me massages?” he asks hopefully, squeezing you closer to prove his point. His hands are a heat you need, feeling yourself lean futher into him until he sits down on the frame of your bed.

“Sure,” you say, completely truthfully. You will. You might love it more than him.

There’s a small beat where James is staring at you too intently. You can feel your cheeks under his loving gaze. “We can get through this,”

You blink, “You think?”

His smile is once again too soft and you can feel yourself melting, “I know.”

You push his glasses back up his nose and his face screws up all dazed, “How?”

“Because, I love you and I’d do anything for you.” he murmurs, leaning up to kiss you. Warm and tender against your skin that sticks to him. He huffs into your mouth until you’re both smiling which makes kissing almost impossible. Still, you kiss like it’s your first.  

You pull away all flushed and glassy eyed, “You’re awful,” you pant.

“Awful? I’d say more like charming,” he says indiginantly. His boyish charm washing back over him like he’d never lost it. 

“Don’t say things like that when I’ve spent so much time on my makeup,” you laugh wetly, pushing your fingertips into your hot cheeks. Careful not to smudge anything.

James pouts lovingly, pulling you back into his firm chest, “Oh, don’t cry, sweetheart. It’s okay,” he coos, fighting the urge to hold you so tight it messes you hair and makeup entirely. “We’re okay,” he repeats, quieter than last.

“Yeah,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” he echoes. “Now turn around so I can zip your dress.”

You frown over his shoulder, “It already is zipped up,”

“No, I want to unzip it. Wanna see what’s underneath before you go out.”

You pull back and lightly slap him over his chest, “James!”

How could you ever think you’d never fix anything with a boyfriend so charming. It’d be impossible.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x fem!reader #james potter imagine #james potter headcanon #james potter drabbles #james potter fanfiction

[heiayen]

to think that we could stay the same - lumine x gn!reader

summary: “Whatever it will fix? Will it fix the world around us?” You made a wide gesture around yourself, at the world you learned to love and enjoy that now was ruins, and then you pointed at yourself, “Will it fix us?” of foolish love and apologies, of ruined world and warmth that will never come back.

tags: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, hurt/no comfort, reader dies but the scene isn't detailed, this is... kind of abyss!lumine but to be perfectly fair, this fic is also very canon divergence.

notes: jfc shoutout to @kopidense who is the one and only reason this fic exists!! okayy sooo this! is for secret santa event for @mafuyuslover!! it was absolutely a pleasure to write and once again massive thanks to kopi!! i kinda went in different direction than yours but... the end is the same. silly. this fic just took my soul i fear. anyways. happy holidays i come with angst.

"...why are you crying?"

Gaze into the abyss for too long, and it will gaze back. That’s what you learned, after spending centuries hunting her. Searching every nook and cranny, letting your mind be corrupted with desperation and despair, grabbing the dark, clawed hand reaching you from the abyss. 

Hunting.

When did your adoration for her turn into the need to bring her down? To bring her to her knees, to yell out all your sadness and longing for something, that will never come back. For the days full of light and warmth, with Lumine holding your hand, fingers intertwined, Aether looking at you two with a smile, still alive– 

You looked at her. Once, you would whisper poetry into her lips, of your never-ending love for her, your hopes of always staying together because, oh, so much you defeated together, surely there was nothing that could ever separate you. 

Nothing could. You foolishly believed in it, and yet were proven wrong.

"There you are..." You gritted your teeth, looking at the woman you once loved. Maybe you still did. A part of you did, drowned by the grief of losing her. "I've been looking for you for so long..."

Lumine raised her chin, her steel gaze meeting yours. A little broken, tears threatening to spill out, lips twisting into something akin to a frown.

"You didn't answer my question." 

And yet nothing seemed to match her gaze. Not the gentleness of her voice, causing goosebumps on your skin. How you missed her voice, how you missed hearing it, the softness directed at you and only you. 

In Lumine’s hand, a sword materialized. The same she used to put down every enemy daring to attack you, to raise its own weapons at you. None of them had the time to react before meeting the sharp blade of a lover.

And yet this time, her fingers barely gripped her sword. 

You materialized your own, gripping it tight. 

“[Name],” she repeated, her voice losing its softness and gaining cold in its place. 

You really didn’t want to cry. Not in front of her. 

"I am not." Yet your voice broke and you felt first tears drop from your eyes into your cheeks. 

Her eyes softened.

She approached you slowly and you couldn’t help but just let her, despite everything screaming at you to move away, no, don’t let her get any closer–

She reached out her free hand to cup your cheek, but she froze mid-air. Her eyes looked all over your face, looking for anything– something telling her what to do, and you only continued looking at her.

Her thumb swiped at your cheek, meeting a lone tear falling from your eyelashes.

“I didn’t mean for it to end… like this,” Lumine said softly, her palm gently cradling your cheek, her eyelids dropping slightly, tiredness evident in her features, now that the stern mask she wore on her face broke down even further. “I’m sorry.”

Something also broke down in you.

“Sorry?” you breathed out, eyes widening in sudden anger, “You’re sorry? After leaving me completely alone, for centuries and centuries, and the most you say is… sorry? You can only apologize as if it would change anything?”

(Something else screamed in you, wanting to throw yourself into her arms, cry into her shoulder, and act as if everything was fine again. To ignore the blade in her hand, sharp as always.)

She stifled a gasp and moved her hand away as if burned, eyes wide at your words. She took a step back and let her hand fall to her side. She opened her mouth to speak, but you were faster.

“What will an apology do, Lumine?” you asked her, forcing your voice to sound stern, blinking the tears away, not wanting to show any more weakness.

She didn’t answer. 

“Whatever it will fix? Will it fix the world around us?” You made a wide gesture around yourself, at the world you learned to love and enjoy that now was ruins, and then you pointed at yourself, “Will it fix us?”

Her eyes were now wide, brows furrowed and lips twisted, the mask broken completely. 

Was she finally feeling the centuries-old sadness that you lived with for the past years? 

(Could she? Though Lumine lived for millennials, you were sure, could she feel even the tiniest drop of your sadness? Could she?)

“Answer me.”

That seemed to throw her out of whatever state of shock she was in and she took a deep breath, looking down.

She stepped back.

“...I had my reasons.”

“Reasons?!” You burst out, in complete disbelief that something like having reasons could be an acceptable excuse for all the pain that her absence caused, “Fuck your reasons, Lumine! Whatever could be possibly–”

“I had hoped that the next time we met, it would be in a better place, with no need to bring out our weapons,” she said quietly and you wanted to laugh, “Where I would tell you of my journey and why I made all these choices. And none of them was easy.”

When she looked back at you, there was– something in her eyes– newfound intensity and hurt underneath it. It hurt to look at her, sudden fear climbing its way to your mind.

She gripped her sword tighter and now it was your turn to step back, raise your weapon higher.  

“I never wanted to end it like this,” her tone was sincere, you could easily tell, yet you found it hard to believe.

“If you never wanted it to end like this, then… gods!” you yelled in frustration, “Why couldn’t you just do something else?! Was leaving me and this world to ruin the only possible choice?”

“I never told you, because I knew you wouldn’t understand my choices, not until you would see the truth of this world for yourself,” Lumine said, her voice loud and harsh to your ears.

“What truth? Of what world” you interrupted her, ”The one that your very hand led to ruin?” 

And that seemed to take her aback for a moment, lips parting and closing before she spoke again.

“...I’m sorry, [name].” She raised her sword, as if ready to lunge at you.

You blinked.

“You’re going to what, kill me?” you barked out, a smile of disbelief tugging at your lips. But silence was the only reply you got, and a terrible realization started to settle in.

“...you’re going to kill me.” 

There was only silence.

With her first move, your fate was sealed and her blade meet your own.

(It was only when your cold body was lying in the pool of your blood, completely lifeless, Lumine allowed herself to cry for you, not for the first time in the past centuries and certainly not the last.)

taglist: @ryuryuryuyurboat

#astronetwrk #favoniuslibrary #・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗ #heia's writin' #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact x you #lumine x reader #lumine x you #gender neutral reader

[camilaxmartin]

for the ask game I choose- 1,3,5,7,9,10,19 :>

OKAAAAY

1. when did you start creating art?

okayy so i was always drawing or writing something for as long as i can remember but like, actually getting into art and thinking “hm, oh yea i make art, i draw” i must say i was around 10 maybe?? something along the lines of that

3. what are your favorite subjects to draw? (OCs, your fan faves, etc.)

okay so i started with this and i’ll die on this hill but mlp!! (count anything with it, just re-drawings, ships or my ocs!!) besides that, i must say anything i’m currently obsessed on so rn alastor he’s so fun to draw😵‍💫😵‍💫 (believe it or not, my whole math’s notebook is full of alastor’s and carmilla’s on the margins) and my current oc so the music demon of course

5. what piece of art are you still proud of to this day? (Show or describe)

besides the obvious one which is caroline and mania (@kimmyisachiisaiakuma) gossiping over coffee, i must say this few drawings:

7. who are some artists that have inspired you?

okay so there’s a lot but i’ll just give you their instagrams:

jaylerdoodles // critter_of_habit // maddie.drawz // emeriart // thekeythief // thalamus_brn

9. what's the longest you've ever suffered from artblock?

A WHOLE FUCKING YEAR, STILL THE WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE (one of)

10. how do you deal with art block?

lately i discovered that i just need to draw no matter how badly i don’t want to or how scared i am its gonna be shit (same goes with writing tbh)

19. what's your biggest insecurity when it comes to your artwork?

okay so there’s A LOT, but mostly shading and lighting?? i just can’t get it like right right? i mean i love my art how it is but when i look at others people drawings and they have this full ass lighting and shit i get so insecure about mine stupid not shadowy art😵‍💫😵‍💫 (but i’m trying new stuff and learning!!)

#camilarambles #ask camila! #camilaanswersasks

[1shimaru]

I had a kinda rough morning -_-);;

A customer heard my Weak & Pitiful voice 🥺🥺 on the phone and immediately asked to speak to my supervisor. She wasn’t available, so I tried helping the customer myself but I couldn’t figure it out. So I’m there desperately trying to give this woman answers, my supervisor is rolling her eyes thinking I’m incompetent, and the customer has been on hold on & off like 4 times demanding to speak to someone who knows better, even though I can’t give that to her. 😔😔

Eventually, I get her off the phone and I move to the register close to the door and I hear my supervisor complaining about me to my coworker from the other side of the door like “She can’t ... She should... I don’t even know if she’s still on the phone....” They open the door to see me RIGHT THERE and I’m like 🙃💔My coworker ends up handling it when she calls back, but when I ask how I could’ve done better, how they found the answer to the caller’s question, they just brushed me off and said “Don’t worry about it, I got it. Customer is just like that.” So I didn’t even learn from that?? 😡😡

Then a woman came by with a package and in the middle of talking to me, turned to my supervisor and talked to her in a language I don’t speak instead. I thought “maybe it’s something they discussed before, maybe she’s expecting this” and I obvs can’t contribute anything to the convo so I let them talk then put the package aside. My supervisor then pulls me aside again saying “You can read the package, riight? You don’t need me to help you with this, okay?” But I didn’t ask her to help me with it!! The woman who dropped it off redirected her instructions!! >:((((

“You’re just standing there, you need to react faster so she doesn’t redirect the instructions to me.” I’m trying to be polite and let her finish her sentence and you’re telling me I didn’t “react fast enough” and that I’m inconveniencing the woman for not just Knowing what to do with the package, even though it’s my first package of this type ever!!!! what the fuck!!!! The rest of the day is whatever, but I SWEAR they are NITPICKING me bc they have it in their minds that I’m a lost cause and they’re taking satisfaction from catching me slip up. 🙄🙄

“aaron when you do this you need to remember to put in this flyer, okayy?”

“aaron I know it’s hard to understand but you need to count these to get the number right, okayy? 1...2...3...4...5...“

“aaron I need you to input this data, did you scan this? Ok, did you scan this one? No??? You haven’t been doing that??? See, you have to always do this!”

Oh my god, YES okay I can’t handle the amount of things you want from me but at least stop talking to me like I’m some sort of baby deer, it’s belittling!

#talking #negative #I'm laughing my pride and confidence is taking such a huge hit aaaaaaaaAAA #I want to RIP and TEAR and SHRED my OWN INSIDES apart

[samkerrworshipper]

Hiiii! I think you have answered this before but what is your sexuality and when did you like realize it? Cause after watching and starting to love women’s football I’m starting to be more fine with the thought that I also like women, but it’s still kinda hard🫶🏼

okayy so i’m pretty sure i’m pansexual but i’m not big into labels so when people ask i mostly just say i’m queer and that i like people

i kind of knew when i was around 11-12

i had the same coach from when i was 8-14 and she was lesbian so i just kind of grew up around it in that environment

my parents never talked to me about the lgbtqia+ community so i had to learn it from her and the outside world

i came out to said coach when i was 14 because i just knew that i liked girls

i’m still yet to come out to my parents and a lot of my family and friends but i’m not private about my sex life either with my close group

i like people and that’s just it

always happy to answer any questions yall have 🫶

[jjkeverlast]

Hi it's moonie again

Thank you so much for reassuring and giving me advice yesterday you have no idea what it means to me and i really needed that 💜

And i would like to add somethings to what i wrote bc when i read it back and knowing what i really wanted to say i sounded like a lunatic 😭 but in my defence i was really emotional when i wrote to you so I hope i write things properly this time

So firstly you were right and the work i had to do was not something i expected (and it's my fault for having to many expectations) and it made me overwhelmed but there is a reason as to why it made me so upset so early in. So i have some back issues where i can't really carry heavy stuff for long and it also excludes me from standing and doing repetitive work at a table for hours and that's basically my whole job there. And when i had the job interview and the lady told me that i wouldn't work the whole week and that i would do different things it gave me hope that i found something that won't cause me too much pain and when it turned out to be lies basically it made me really sad

And i took your advice ( which thank you again for) and i went in again today and i went to talk to the lady bc i wanted to ask about the legal stuff again and clear this up and it was really weird and it made me have some other concerns so with that and the other stuff i decided to let the job go

Which is still making me sad bc i was excited for it and it gave me hope but even my mom said it's for the best

I know it's also my fault and i shouldn't have expected too much right away and ask about things more but i take it as a learning experience and now at least i know what to ask and not to get overly hopeful to early

And although i wanted to write things more clearly i don't know if i did it right to be honest bc the whole thing and the emotions are making me really distracted and i can't focus enough to read the whole ask and remember what was at the start

Again that you so much again your words made me more calm and helped go in again today even if it ended with me letting go of the job 💜

🎈 and again congratulations on your English exam I'm very proud only one more to go 🎉

🌝

hi my baby. it’s okay to be overwhelmed and just wanting to vent and rant. seriously it’s completely normal so no need to apologize for it!! 💖💖

i’m glad you took your struggles into consideration and decided to let it go after going again today. just take this as whole lesson. especially if it’s a job you want to withhold for a long while. i’m glad your mom agreed with you quitting and i hope it helped you go easier on yourself with everything and now your emotions are more albeit.

i’m so glad i could help!! i’m just here with open arms so no worries my love. you’ll be okay and a job opportunity will come again soon! so no need to worry, just focus on what’s important now okayy? i love youuuu 💜💜 and i’m very proud of you for quitting and putting yourself first. that’s very strong of youuuuuu

#anonie 🌝 #moonie <3 #lati's mailbox📬

[theillest-tarot1]

Twin Flames 🔥❤️ : I Did Divine Masculines First Today 🫶🏾

Hello Twin Flames, I’m KayC Theillest Tarot Reader I Am A Twin Flame Myself Almost Reaching Union So You Guys Are On The Way As Well I’m Here To Help You Guys & That’s Why I Healed It’s So Many Of Us And If You Guys Knew You’d Successfully Accomplish Everything You Want In Life 🥹 ❤️ Welcome To Your Journey With Me Feel Free To Follow My IG Page : Theillesttarotreader 💐 Thank You Now Let’s Get Into The Reading For Divine Masculines Today 🙌🏾

So At The Moment You Guys Are Having Strength In A Situation That You Are Encountering At The Moment. This Could Be At Home, Job Or With Someone Close To You My Advice Is To Have Faith Divine Masculine Everything Will Come Together 🫶🏾 You Have Gotten The Ace Of Wands Indicating That You Have Embarked On A New Venture, This Card Gives Off Like A Player Type Of Energy Either You Venturing Out For That Divine Masculine Or Your Switching Careers Or Hobbies. You Are In This King Of Wands Energy Indicating That You Are Being Intuitive, Wise & Creative At The Moment , This Is A Great Thing For You Divine Masculine Congratulations 🍾 🥰🫶🏾 You Have Gotten The Ten Of Wands Indicating That You Have Recently Accomplished A Goal & Have Gained Some Learning Experience From It Congratulations Divine Masculine; You Are Being Weighted Down By Responsibilities That Are Turning Your Dreams Into Reality At The Moment & Your Efforts Are About To Pay Off Due To You Being Shaped By A Bitter Experience & Lost The Innocence Of Youth. You Have Gotten The Devil Card, This Is Indicating That You Have A Mutual Obsession With Someone This Is Your Divine Feminine Of Course Or This Could Indicate Your Bad Habits As Well Divine Masculine So Tighten Up. You Are In This Emperor Energy Indicating YouAre Ready To Create Something Long Lasting This Could Possibly Be A Family , Marriage Or A Career Or Making A Small Business Okayy Divine Masculine I See You ! Congratulations 🎉 The Four Of Swords Is Indicating That You Are Resting At The Moment & Probably Withdrawing Yourself From Society Most Definitely My Divine Masculine Has Been Quiet So I See You Guys Are Moving Really Mysterious. You Have Gotten The Eight If Pentacles This Means You Have Been Working On A New Skill Or A New Hustle Congratulations Guys This Is Dope And I Love This For You Guys ! You Guys Still Have This Three Of Cups Energy Of Course It’s The Karmic 😭😭😭😭 The Karmic Energy Is A Third Party Iykyk Search It Up You Are In This Knight Of Cups Energy This Is Indicating That You Are Looking For True Love At The Same Time You Are Trying To Accomplish A Quest Divine Masculine And The Nine Of Cups Piggy Backs That The Nine Of Cups Is A “Nine Months Card” This Could Indicate A Future Pregnancy, Current Pregnancy This Could Also Indicate A Wish Fulfillment Being Succeeded. Idk I’m Getting Singals Of Whoever Divine Masculine This Is Has A Wish Fulfillment Of Getting Their Divine Feminine Pregnant 🤰🏾 Ya Divine Feminines Better Watch Out Unless Ya Want The Baby Too 😂💯 Divine Masculine An Old Friend Or An Ex Is About To Pop Up Into Your Life For Good Or A Bad Reason According To The Six Of Cups This Might Be Your Divine Feminine Due To Whatever Stage Of Your Journey You Are In If You Are In Separation And Approaching Union. You Have Gotten The Temperance Card This Is Indicating Balance Divine Masculine Your Finally Getting Closer To Balance. Your Last Card Is The Nine Of Pentacles Divine Masculine This Is Indicating That You Are Reaping Rewards Of Self Achievements At The Moment Congratulations Divine Masculine , My Advice To You Is To Continue To Have Hope And Continue To Push Forward.

#twinflame #divine masculine #divinemanifestation #taroteverydamnday #tarotofinstagram #bronxny #twinflameunion #twinflameseparation #twinflamejourney #healer #evileyeprotection #divinefemininity

[wonwooridul]

mingyu: paint me like one of those French girls

@wabisaba​. thank u very much kamsa for teaching this 🥺❤️

Before and After the recolouring

#seventeen #svt #mingyu gyu #recolouring #myworks:svt #I’m still learning Okayy #myworkskpop

[f10werfae]

Magical Kisses ☁️

Pairing: Chris Evans x Stunt Double! Reader

fluff

Summary: Y/n injures herself on set, just to find out a cast isn’t the only thing healing her pain

Word count: 889

Requests are open!

Likes, Re-Blogs and Comments are appreciated♥️

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ ┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

(Y/n's P.O.V)

The hospital’s bright white light blinded me, while the nurses around me were slowly moulding a cast around my right leg. I felt myself huff, realising that they probably called Chris since he was my emergency contact.

“Ok, Miss L/n, your leg is broken currently in one place so you’ll need to keep this cast on for at least 6-8 weeks. Then after we will call you in for another checkup” The nurse said sweetly giving me a smile, taking off her now stained gloves before putting them in the trolley and rolling it out the door.

“Where is she? Is she in here” I heard a frantic voice say outside the door, followed by heavy footsteps.

'oh God here we go' I thought to myself, bracing to receive a scolding from my overprotective fiancé.

The door opened quite calmly to my surprise, Chris walked in, his face wrinkled with concern as he quickly walked over.

His hands immediately going to my hair to play with it, with him kissing my forehead softly.

“You doing alright dove?” He asked cupping my face making me look at him, my heart twitching at his endearment.

“Yes honey, i’m fine. Just a broken leg” I said pointing with my arm, watching his face fall once he saw the cast around it.

“Now what did I tell you about work? Don’t push yourself too hard babe, especially because you work as a stunt woman. You’re lucky it’s only broken, what if-“

Before he could even continue overthinking, I pulled his face to mine kissing him harshly, feeling him smirk into the kiss. Slowly laughs erupted from the both of us causing us to pull away from the short-lived kiss.

“I don’t like when you scold me” I said folding my arms jokingly, a small pout forming.

“Well you never listen Mrs. Evans, how else am I gunna protect you?” Chris said lovingly, pulling the armchair over and sitting beside my bed with his hand in mine.

“Maybe if you taught me a lesson i’d learn…” I whispered playfully under my breath, knowing damn well he could hear me.

“Don’t tease me Y/n, especially not right now when you have a broken leg and can hardly get on your knees” He said smirking at me, his thumb rubbing soft circles over my knuckles before pulling my hand and placing a kiss on it.

“I love that your love language is physical touch bub, it makes everything even better” I breathed out laying my head back onto my pillow still looking at him.

“Okayy, what drugs did they put you on and where did my dramatic Y/n go?” He said laughing; rolling my eyes I pulled my hand out of his but not before-

“Hey now, i’m jus playin' never take your hand outta mine sweetheart”

“So wh-“

I began before the doctor from earlier came back in with a clipboard in his hands.

“Alright Y/n, your discharge papers have been sorted, you’re free to leave now if you’d like. Although you will have to come back in 6-8 weeks for an appointment. Remember, no heavy lifting, no putting pressure on that leg and most importantly, no stunts”

“Yes doc” I said smiling and nodding at him, sitting up right, feeling Chris' hands immediately go to my back stabilising my posture. I swung my left leg over the side of the bed, and was about to lift my right leg when Chris just picked me up effortlessly putting me into the wheelchair across the room.

“I do have crutches you know?”

“I know, but any excuse to be close to you is an opportunity i’ll take babe. You’re crazy if you think i’ll let you out of my sight these next 6-8 weeks, can’t trust you’ll follow the doctor’s orders”

“WhAt? Me? not follow doctors orders?!” My sarcastic tone causing a lopsided smile to appear on his face; he stood behind me starting to push the wheelchair.

“Alright Mrs invincible, let’s go home yeah? I’ll even light those candles you like” Chris said bending down, whispering into my ear and then placing a few small kisses on my nape.

“I love your kisses too, they’re like tiny tickles” I said giggling to myself at the childish thought as we reached the elevator.

“Yeah? well there’s a whole load of kisses waiting for you at home”

( TIME SKIP/ AT HOME)

“Chris you don’t have to carry me everywhere”

“i’m just practicing for our wedding night dove, let me enjoy myself, I like spoiling you” He said placing me onto the couch but not without him beside me. One of his arms lay under my head like a headrest, while his head was on the actual armrest. He looked down at me, his other hand occasionally playing with my hair or fixing it back.

“Can I have those kisses now?” I said lowering myself away from his gaze, already seeing the smug look on his face.

“Of course you can bub”

I felt my head being lifted up, his face a few inches from mine. He started his series of kisses, starting from my nose, to my cheeks, forehead, chin, jaw, neck and then placing an array of pecks onto my lips.

Lets just say, the pain of a broken leg was definitely forgotten.

#boyfriend imagine #x reader #girlfriend #chris evans imagine #chris evans x reader #fluff #romance #boyfriend #imagine #writerscorner #chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #marvel #x reader insert #rpf #oneshots

[peachybun-bun]

Okayy hii how would nct dream react when they learn you are preggo?

Ooh very interesting. I will not be including Jisung in this post, obvious reasons if you have been following us for a while.

Mark: This man is a bundle of panic but so excited. Imagine his “Oh my god!” That is the reaction you’d get out of him first when you showed him the test. His hands would immediately go to your belly as he gave you his wide eyed stare with that goofy grin he gets. He starts trying to plan things out in his head. How will he tells his parents, your parents? Does he tell his friends first? Which one? Obviously either Johnny or Haechan. He would lean and kiss your cheek as he rested his hand over your lower stomach and just look back at you amazed.

Renjun: He is shook. Not unhappy by any means but still this was not what he had planned, at least not yet. He’d shake his head and just stare at the test then stare at you before giving you his little sideway smile. “We’re having a baby? I’m gonna be a dad? I’ll take such good care of you and the baby. I swear.” He’d want to keep it between the two of you at least for a few days as he thought through how to share the news with everyone.

Jeno: The stunned look on this man’s face would be picture worthy. You know the shocked look he gets where his eyes are wide and he has a little o shaped gasp on his lips. He’d be speechless at first but then so quick to practically drop down on his knees and start talking to your stomach. “Hi…I’m your daddy. I’m gonna love you so much. I’ll teach you everything I know.” You wouldn’t be able to help yourself as you ran your fingers through his hair and laughed as he kissed your stomach.

Haechan: You would be one of the only people to render this man speechless but the moment reality hit he would be loud and excited. He’s already on the phone with Mark telling him that he’s gonna be a dad. “Oh baby…you are gonna look so cute when you get bigger. I can’t wait to feel him or her move.” He would have his hand on your stomach every chance he got not wanting to miss a single first.

Jaemin: This man was made to be a father so when you tell him that you are pregnant you have made his entire life. He would be glowing as much as you. A massive grin on his face before he places kisses all over yours whispering how he is going to take care of both of you forever. He would be planning college funds and your child’s next 18 years before you were even showing. Expect breakfast in bed, your feet up, and his head resting over your stomach most of the time as he waits to feel the first kick.

Chenle: He’d be a bit worried about how everyone would think but still very excited about becoming a dad. He’d promise to be the best dad and partner for you and the baby. He’d be the type to shower you with gifts and have any baby supply already purchased before you were out of the first trimester. “Only the best for my family…” You’d have to tell him to stop spoiling the baby before it was even here only to be told that he will never stop when it comes to his babies, meaning you and your child.

#nct dream reactions #nct reactions #nct fluff #nct dream fluff #mark fluff #mark reactions #Renjun reactions #jeno reactions #haechan reactions #jaemin reactions #chenle reactions #Renjun fluff #jeno fluff #haechan fluff #jaemin fluff #chenle fluff

[whoisjuicy]

My Otter Boy

pairing: NCT Osaki Shotaro x male reader 

genre: high school au, a little fluffy

warning: suggestive thoughts   

summary: shotaro is an exchange student from japan that is introduced to your class during the middle of the school year, you both quickly become friends, and as time goes on you slowly start to become more than that.    

words: 683 (short)

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it was a chilly day as you stepped off of the bus with a huge smile on your face, which surprised you. you used to despise school, but everything changed when you first came to high school. all of your teachers were nice, you were pretty well known around school, and your grades were excellent. you thought your life couldn’t get any better, but that was before you met him. 

as you made it to your first period, you saw your childhood friend sungchan running up to you. “M/N!!” he yelled as he wrapped you into a tight embrace. you chuckled and hugged him back, sungchan would almost always hug you like he hadn’t seen you in years, even though you guys see each other almost every day. “hi sungie!” you chirped happily as you two were still enveloped in a tight hug.  

“did you hear, apparently a new student is coming..” as if on cue, the teacher walked in with a cute dark-haired boy. “hello class! this is your new classmate shotaro osaki, i hope you can all help him learn and grow in our class!”

you were completely disregarding everything your teacher was saying, you instead had your eyes hooked onto the boy standing next to her. you couldn’t stop looking at him, your eyes traveled all around his body, taking in every inch of him. you wanted him badly but your cheeks flush as you were suddenly snapped back into your senses as he made eye contact with you. you quickly looked away and booked it over to your seat.

“there’s a spot to m/n, you can go sit there.” the teacher stated as she pointed your way. you bit your lips as he nodded and strolled your way. he took the seat next to you and got situated. you constantly caught yourself slightly glancing at him, your eyes so focused on his lips that you didn’t see him looking back at you. 

“what is it?..” shotaro asked as he caught you staring at him. you choked on your words as you tried to respond and chuckled softly, flashing you his cute otter-like smile that made your heart flutter. “i..i’m sorry, you’re just really attractive..” you said shyly as he watched you in your flustered state, still chuckling to himself. “well, thank you m/n,” he said slyly. his accent wasn’t as strong as you thought it would be since he was an exchange student, but you didn’t question it. 

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you walked towards the buses as the final bell rung, your thoughts still clouded with shotaro. he suddenly appeared next to you and smiled at you. “hi m/n, can i ask you a question?” he asked you, slightly tilting his head at you. “uh, sure.” you responded quietly. he slowly brought his hand around your waist as his smile grew, “can i have your number?” his question made you stop in your tracks. your face was as red as a tomato as you pulled up your contact information and showed it to him. he giggled at your reaction before putting your information in his phone. “i’ll text you later~” he said while ruffling your hair. 

when you got home, your phone chimed with a text from a random number. guessing that it was shotaro, you had already named his contact.

otter boy: hiii m/n its shotarooo

m/n: hiii taro

otter boy: i have one more question for you

m/n: yea what is it?.. 

otter boy: can we be friends?

m/n: yes ofc we can taroo

otter boy: yayy im glad :)

y/n: im calling you otter boy from now on 

otter boy: whaaaat okayy :0 

you softly smiled to yourself and started daydreaming about him, his arms wrapped around your body, his lips connected with your neck, the warmth of his body against yours, your dreams would soon come true. shotaro is all that you wanted, the man of your dreams, maybe even your soulmate. you just wanted to kiss him, wanting to taste him, wanting to feel him, you just couldn’t wait any longer so you decided to call him.

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this is pretty short and i left yall on a cliffhanger 

im sooo proud of this, its my first story and im so happy that i finally finished. i hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 

andd ill take constructive criticism as welll 

#male reader #nct x male reader #nct shotaro #nct fluff #fluffy

[thoughtfullyrainynightmare]

Hello! i really really love ur works (｡♡‿♡｡) thank you for making such a beautiful works! btw, can i request nozel x fem!reader when she get like em, baby blues? she's been gloomy after her child born and how nozel handle this situation? + fluffy please. anw, you can delete this if u feel uncomfort and don't force yourself okayy, thank you and have a good day!

Hello~! ^-^

Thank you! 🥺 I'm so happy to hear that you like them! And no worries, I'm not uncomfy with pregnancy stuff 🥰 I hope you'll like this 💖

Pairing: Nozel Silva x f!reader

Genre: fluff with a bit of an angsty beginning

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy; the topic is pregnancy "blues"

Fic type: Oneshot

Length: ~0.95k

You sat in a chair in the corner of the room, hugging your legs while staring outside from the nearby window. It was raining outside, and the grey outdoors reflected your mood far too well. The cold, dreary world that was nothing but a collection of hues between white and black. Blank and monotone.

And it made a lump rise to your throat time and time again. It was almost as if each time you managed to swallow it, a new one emerged just as quick. The back of your eyes felt a weight of the tides that came from the tears that you hadn’t shed. And your limbs… they felt the kisses of winter months; something they shouldn’t have felt.

It shouldn’t have been. Not from everything that you had been told. ‘Being a mother is a blessing.’ One had said. ‘You’ll feel so much more love for you child when they are born.’ Said another. ‘There’s that instant gratification after labour!’ Said a third.

And it made you feel… like there must have been something wrong with you. Because you didn’t feel that. You didn’t feel blessed, or overjoyed, or … ‘so in love’ after giving birth. Instead, all you could do, was look at the child, your child, that you were supposed to love with all your heart. The child who was fully, and completely, dependent on you. Your child. And how they would turn out, was largely in our hands.

Of course you took care of the necessities. Feeding, bathing… The things that were expected of you. So, you played the part of a mother. But it scared you. It terrified you. And… you thought that you… didn’t really want to be one. Not with all the responsibilities that had hit you like a ton of bricks.

“Hey…”

You turned your head towards the voice, towards Nozel, your husband, who you hadn’t noticed because of how immersed into your thoughts you had been. He just stood there, like a stone pillar.

It was so funny, at times. Because you knew just how soft, and sweet, he could be under that shell of his. But most of the time, he looked just like that, like a finely crafted piece of marble. Like he couldn’t be moved with any force on earth, which had to do with how he had learned to… not be moved by a lot of the things around him. Or look like he was. ‘Don’t let them see how they’re getting to you,’ was something he told you at times. And it had to do with the vultures, those who lived on gossiping about other nobility or royalty, getting a sense of satisfaction. But behind closed doors, you both had slowly learned to talk about it; just the two of you.

“Is… everything alright?” He asked while kneeling down, knowing the answer, but asking nonetheless.

You let out half of a chuckle that came out more of a broken cry. And that told him more than he needed to know.

“I’m… It’s scary. And… sometimes I sneak to their crib to see if they’re still breathing. Which… is foolish I know, but…” He admitted, and fumbled, trying to find the right words to tell you. But what even were the right words to tell you.

“They’re just…” you shook your head, more as if swaying it from side to side as you looked for words of your own. “So vulnerable…” You whispered.

His eyes fell, as if as a sign of agreement, and he sighed before standing up and leaning towards the chair.

You scooted a bit to the side, making room for him. And after a bit of shuffling, your arms and legs were tangled together on the recliner that seemed too big for one person, but tight for two. Your back was pressed against his chest, and he held you close.

“You’re right. They are vulnerable. And it’s up to us to care for them. Which… there’s a lot that… can happen, even with us around.”

That didn’t really help the way you were feeling, which made you tense in his embrace.

“So… We need to be… good parents and teach them. We need to help them grow, so that they can make it even when we’re not there.”

“But what if something happens? Or if we mess up?”

“With the spunk they get from you, they’ll be alright,” there was a hint of a smile in his tone. “And… even if we mess up, someone will love them,” he paused. There was a swallow; something he didn’t quite want to say, so instead he whispered it. “My father messed up, and though my mother loved me, it wasn’t enough… And yet… I am loved…”

His hold of you grew stronger. Like for the first time in a long, long while he was scared, right down to his core. And this time, again, it was fear of you leaving him because he dared to be vulnerable.

But you wouldn’t.

You wouldn’t.

And the thought of your child being loved, as long as they grew to be a good person, calmed your mind.

“We’re in it together…” he continued with feather light syllables against your skin. And that whisper, those delicate syllables that barely graced you, brushed away the frost that had prickled your skin, leaving instead a warm, lulling sensation.

It was still scary, and it would be for a while longer. But. For what it was worth. It’d be better over time, and you’d figure it out. Together.

You’d do your best, and he’d do his, staying by each other’s sides. Which was all any parent could hope to do, their best.

#nozel silva x reader #nozel x reader #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshots #black clover x reader

[raineydays411]

Oh,what am I supposed to do without you.

Loki x daughter!reader pt 2

Summary: You never knew your mother, but from the journal your Uncle Thor gave you, you knew she was a special women. You also knew that you were the splitting image of her.

Masterlist

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Loki’s POV

Silence. That's all he heard now. No more sweet laughter. No more soft humming as she walked through the garden. No more mumbled words of love and whispers of sweet nothings. No all her heard was silence. Silence in the chambers that once belonged to the both of them. Silence as he walked the halls of a busy palace. Full of people but he was always alone. Silence..in the nursery that has been empty for nearly sixteen years. The bright beautiful colors, dull and covered in a layer if dust. But what else is new, everything has been dull since his beloved has died. 

After he had his daughter sent away, Thor had been on more off world missions. He would leave for long periods of time and only come back to visit. Frigga would look at Loki with disappointed and pitiful eyes, that he would pointedly ignore. And while Loki managed to pull himself together and leave his room, he still had this dark depressing cloud over him. He was barely holding it together. 

He was just...dark. His mischievous ways became cruel. Harmless pranks he used to play turned into mean tricks. His dry wit became cruel taunts. And when he wasn’t tormented people he was distant. There have been several times maids have found him staring out windows or at walls just lost in thought. Thinking of the life he could have had. A happy life with his wife and a child. 

If only...

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Y/n POV

Millions of light years away in Midgard, or earth, there was you. Y/n Odinson. After being sent away by Loki, Thor had taken you to live with Heimdall wanting to keep you close and true to your asgardian roots. But with Heimdall being the literal guardian of worlds and you growing to be a rather curious child, it wasn’t really a good match. So Thor took you to the only other place he could think of.

The Avengers HQ.

At first the team wasn’t too fond of the idea. Having a kid running around a superhero base isn’t really ideal. But after a while you won them over. Everyone absolutely adored you. Tony bought you any and everything you ever wanted, Bruce was your go to for advice, Steve doted on you and played with you whenever you wanted, Natasha was your self proclaimed aunt, and Clint was your fun uncle. Hell even Bucky found himself wrapped around your little finger. Yes, you had a wonderful life indeed.

But even though you could have anything you ever wanted, you still felt like you were missing something. Your parents.

You knew you were an asgardian. Your uncle Thor made sure you stayed true to your roots and you remembered the little time you spent on the planet. But you had no idea who your parents were. Every time you asked, Thor would always manage to change the subject. Other than the Avengers, who were more like aunts and uncles, you didn’t really have parents.

Now you knew you didn’t need them. You had a whole family of people who loved you like their own. But you couldn’t help but feel like there was something missing.

It wasn’t until a few days after your sixteenth birthday that you learned the truth. 

See you always knew you were asgardian, but never knew who your parents truly were. You couldn’t remember your life in Asgard, much less your parents. Thor refused to tell you who your parents were. The most you got out of him was that you looked almost exactly like your mother and that she was the sweetest person he knew. 

So when your fingers started turning a light blue and ice started shooting out of them, it was a little surprising to say the least. It happened on your birthday. Tony decided that it would be a wonderful idea to throw you a surprise party. And usually, you wouldn’t mind it as you’re actually pretty good at socializing. But ever since you woke up, you haven’t been feeling too well. Your head has been hurting, you felt light headed, and you just felt cold. Your hands and toes felt as if you were standing in the snow for hours.

 As you were walking into the common room, the Avengers and some of your friends popped out, scaring the absolute crap out of you. Resulting in you pulling an Elsa and then passing out. And while everyone fussed over you, trying to figure out what the hell happened, Thor was planning on taking you to Asgard.

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After persuading the team ( specifically Bucky and Tony), you found yourself behind Thor as he was greeted by a man who looks a lot like Idris Elba. 

“Heimdall!!” Thor boomed embracing the man “It’s wonderful to see you again my friend.” 

“Thor, its been too long!” Heimdall says with a smile,” Does the all father know about our dear visitor?” He says, golden eyes looking into yours. Your face grows hot under his gaze as you smile at him shyly. His face softens at the sight of you.

“Y/n, welcome home” He says with a nod of his head. Your eyes widen as you distinctly remember not telling him your name. Thor and Heimdall chuckle at the look of surprise on your face

“Moonlight, Heimdall was the first person to take care of you before the Avengers” Thor said chuckling. 

“Oh, then its lovely to see you again” You say, not really knowing what to say.

Heimdall smiles and whispers to Thor, “ Does your brother know about this?” 

Thor winces, “No...” 

Heimdall stares at him for a bit before rolling his eyes. “My dear” He says to you,”You’re uncle is a buffoon.” You giggle at his words. Not understanding the severity of your presence.

“Come Y/n, lets get you settled in.” Thor says and you say goodbye to Heimdall, walking across the rainbow bridge in awe.

As you walk through the streets of Asgard, you noticed people staring at you. They whispered to each other as you passed by. You thought it was because Thor was home, but you had a weird feeling. 

“Hey, uncle Thor?” you whisper

“Yes darling?”

“Why are they staring at me?”

“Oh...uh. ....cause you’re dressed in midgardian garments. when we get to the castle we’ll get you something to wear” Thor says nervously. You squint at his excuse. “Okayy” you say weirded out by his behavior.

Finally reaching the palace, you look around in awe. It looked like something out of a fantasy book. Thor lead you through the halls when a beautiful woman sped towards the two of you. 

“Thor!” she said wrapping him in a hug.”welcome home my son”

“Mother” Thor says hugging her back,”I have missed you”

“Oh this is Frigga” you think to yourself. You feel a slight pang of jealousy, seeing Thor be embraced by his mother. But you push that thought aside when they break apart and Thor beckons you over. 

“Mother...this is Y/n.” He says slowly. Frigga freezes at your name. 

“Y/n?” She whispers, looking at you with wide eyes. She steps closer you you and puts her hands on your face and stares into your eyes.

“Oh, I’d know those eyes anywhere.” She says. “ Oh darling”

She pulls you into a loving embrace, startling you. “I haven’t seen you since you were but a babe.” she holds you at arms length. “Oh you...you look just like..” She stops herself, shaking her head and wipes away tears. “Look at me, crying all over you” 

You smile,”It’s okay, its lovely to meet you.” 

Frigga laughs,” Yes, I am so happy you are here. Come, let me show you where you can rest.” As she leads you out of the room, she turns to Thor and says, “Thor, don’t forget to mention our guest to your brother.” And with that she wraps her arm around your shoulders and leads you to a guest room, asking about your life and interest. 

You answer, blissfully unware or the dread running through Thor's body at the thought of confronting his brother.

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Loki's POV

Thor slowly walked to the chambers, regretting every choice he  has made till now. He knew there were two way Loki would handle the news. He’d either go ballistic or completely disappear for however long Y/n was there. 

For his sake and hers, he'd prefer that latter option.

Finally reaching his room, Thor stood in front of the door. He was trying to figure out how to tell Loki his long lost daughter that he disowned was in the palace. Oh and she doesn’t know who her parents are. And that him and his team of superheroes have been raising her.....and that she has ice powers. 

Loki, sat in his room reading noticed shadows under his door. Rolling his eyes, he thought it was the maids again. They always hesitated to knock on his door. 

“What do you want?” Loki says in a monotone voice, opening the door only to his his brother standing their with a sheepish look on his face.”Thor.. you’re home.”

“Brother! How lovely to see you” Thor said loudly. “ I just came to ...uh..came to..”

Loki looked at him in irritation and confusion. “Came to what?” 

“Came to invite you to dinner!” Thor said grinning nervously

“What? no flowers?” Loki deadpanned 

“Oh hush brother” Thor said. “I have been away for so long, and I would be overjoyed if you came to my welcome home dinner.” 

“If I agree, will you leave me be?” Loki said. finally irritated with his brothers presence. 

“Yes!” Thor said. “ Wonderful...”

Loki looked at him weirdly again and nodded, but before he closed the door Thor started talking.

“Brother, tell me, how have you been?” He asked

“Wonderful, now do you mi-“ “Be honest.”

Loki glares at his brothers words and stays silent for a while. Then he sighs and steps aside, letting Thor in his room.

“I don’t know.” He finally says, looking down at the floor.

“You..don’t know?” Thor repeats, not understanding the response.

“Yes. At first I was devastated, I was angry. But now...now I feel empty. Like there’s something in my life that I’m missing.” Loki sighs again, looking out the window. “Every time I look, there she is. Sometimes she’s reading in the garden. Sometimes she’s helping the maids. And sometimes...” Loki stops himself, tears forming in his eyes.

“Sometimes..?” Thor prompts gently as he slowly walks to the bookshelf, leaning against it.

“Sometimes I see her staring at me. Disappointed.” Loki finally says, his back turned to Thor as he lets his tears fall freely.

“Loki..I am certain she understand.” Thor says, “ would she be upset? Probably.” Loki tenses at his, his brothers words sting at his heart. “But, she knew you. I think she’d prefer her child to be well loved.”

Loki nodded, still not facing Thor. And because of that, he didn’t notice Thor swipe a particular journal and replace it with another book.

“Well” Thor said suddenly,” I should be off, I promised mother I’d help show our guest around.”

“Our guest?” Loki said making a face at the thought of socializing.

“ Oh yes.” Thor said walking out of the room, “ a princess of some sort, I believe”

Loki rolls his eyes, he knew if royalty was visiting, he’d be forced to dress up and make stale conversation.

Meanwhile, Thor walked down the halls, with a beautiful leather journal, that belonged to a certain girls mother. And a plan in mind.

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Taglist: @mika-dannielle @brightsunanddarkmidnight2-0

#loki x daughter!reader #loki laufeyson #loki x reader #mcu loki #loki imagine #mcu imagine #loki x poc!reader #reader insert #poc reader #marvel x reader #avengers #avengers x teen!reader #thor odinson #thor x reader #fanfic #poc representation #teen!reader

[ssoojinism]

love lies || one - kth

pairing ; married! taehyung x reader

genre : angst, mature (16+), infidelity

warning : cheating (do not read if youre not comfortable with this kind of trope), alcohol consumption, nsfw (16+)

plot summary : just when you’re about to experience the sweetest moment of your life, you learned that the man you fell head over heels is actually a married man to a one year marriage.

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[series masterlist]

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Him.

You saw him at the corner of your eyes, from across the room when he sent you a smirk that is enough to make your heart leaped out from your chest.

The colorful lights blinding your eyes and the loud stereos almost cause you to go deaf but it doesn’t matter when you couldn’t see anything else but him.

You felt a bit giddy as you tucked your hair to the back of your ears while listening to your friends chit chatting on some random topic while they have no idea that you are currently eyeing the said male who also keeping his eyes on you while sipping his alcohol.

“Y/N!” You jumped when Seulgi tapped your arms. You sent her a confuse look while your friend had frown on her face.

“Can’t you hear me? I’m going to the ladies with Chaein! Are you okay if I left you here?” she repeated, half yelling as the sound of the music in that party overpowering her voices. You nodded.

“Yeah, go ahead. I’m fine. Don’t mind me!”

Seulgi dragged Chaein along with her to the bathroom as they finally leaving you. Nervous, you spare last stares at the previous guy but it seems like he was busy talking and laughing in his own circle so you stepped back to take a seat at the bar.

The amount of people around you quite overwhelming, you couldn’t stop tucking or fixing your hair or sometimes you would chug on your drinks to loosen your nervousness.

“Hey,”

You flinched when a deep voice greeting you from your sides. When you looked up, you were strike by a stunning face standing next to you as he also about to take a seat.

It was the guy you were looking at before.

“H-Hi,” You stammered. The man suddenly reached out his hand towards you. “I’m Taehyung,”

You glance at his hand and his face before your lips curled into a tiny smile and took the hand for a small handshake. “Y/n,”

“I see your friends leaving,” He said. You let out a tiny chuckle — not sure which part of his statement sounds funny to you but you just did.

“Yeah. They went to bathroom. They probably coming back soon,” You wished they don’t. You are more than happy to spend your entire night with this gorgeous man right here.

Soon enough, both of you began to open up with each other, exchanging stories and experiences, sometimes giggling and laughing at either you or his funny stories or something.

Your phone suddenly let out a sound that you instantly went to check them up.

“I see you got a friend. GOOD LUCK SIS”

Seulgi and Chaein even sent a shaky selfie of them showing thumbs up that you are pretty sure they are giggling while making fun of you behind your back. You chuckled, not because it’s funny, instead you are planning how you going to get them next time you see them.

“Your friends?” Taehyung asked.

“Yeah. They left already,” You sighed, dropping your phone to the side. Taehyung rubbed the bottom of his lips before they kicked up into a tiny smirk.

“That’s bad but…” He slurred his words before he then added. “I don’t mind driving you home tonight,”

You pressed your lips into a thin line with slight tint of pink colored your cheeks. “Sure,” You replied.

--

The sunlight that sneaking into your room through the blinds landed on your face, causing you to stirred from your deep slumber. You ran your hand to the side, right on the spot where Taehyung used to sleep last night only for you to met with a cold, empty space.

You shot your eyes open.

Sitting up, your fingers brushing your hair to the back before you turned at the open blinds next to you, probably it was Taehyung’s doing.

Is he leaving already?

You let out a disappointed huffs as you slowly get off the bed to get your towels. You also didn’t forget to grabbed the dress and your undergarments Taehyung has thrown to the floor from last night. You couldn’t help but giggled shyly when the steamy scene replaying in your head.

His touch, his kiss, his moves. Everything was perfect. You don’t remember having a good time during sex but last night with Taehyung, it was probably one of the best nights you’ve ever experienced that you wish you could have it again.

Sadly, that’ probably the last time you ever see him.

…or maybe not.

--

You peeled the magnet off before lifting the piece of paper sticking at the wall of your fridge. Someone left a note on it and of course, it’s none other than him…

 Last night was great. We should see each other again ;) – Taehyung, 010xxxxxxx

 Your heart bloomed in happiness. You are going to see him again. What a wonderful news to start your day today that you began to spin around like a woman who were madly in love — which you probably are.

“Hello, hello! I’m coming in!” You shrieked when somebody suddenly invading your living room that made you to twist your ankle that you fortunately fell on the couch there.

“Woah, woman. Why are you dancing around like that? Are you going insane?” Yoongi joked. You shot him a glare as he once again observing you from the bottom to the top.

“Why are you not wearing pants? Ah, let me guess! You’re getting laid, isn’t it?”

“Shut up!” you grimaced as you stood yourself up meanwhile your bestfriend just chuckled.

Yes. This dumbass is your bestfriend. You’re not even sure how and why you calling him that to be honest. Perhaps because he is living next to you back then when you still live with your parents or perhaps because he gave you great advice, like an older brother? Is he?

But all you know that Yoongi is your closest friends and that he is the only human being that understand whatever the hell you are doing with your life. Although most of the time he just goes like “I don’t care whatever the fuck you are doing, I’ll just sitting here and support you,”

“What are you doing here?” You asked as you watched him rounding your kitchen counters. It seems like he brought a few groceries bag with him.

“Is the dick that good that you forgot you literally invited me to come and cook your breakfast this morning?” You finally remember. You did ask for him to come and make you breakfast because first, you thought it would be too lonely to eat alone and secondly, you’re just too lazy to make your own breakfast, even if it’s just cereal and milk.

“Ah, yes, sorry. I did forgot about it and yeah, his dick are amazing thanks for asking!” Yoongi snorted in disgust as reply only for you to curled your lips into a smile.

“If you are not helping, go and take a shower, you stink!” He continued with his nag. You responded with a long “okayy” before you got up and head your way to your bedroom to wash up.

--

“He was unbelievably beautiful, Yoongi! He’s like a walking Greek God, you know? He’s literally perfect in everything! Good looking, have a career, great in bed, gosh! He’s definitely not real!” You blabbered with your mouth full of food meanwhile Yoongi munching on his breakfast without words.

“Min Yoongi!” you whined. “You are not listening,” You sulked, jutting your lips out. Yoongi rolled his eyes.

“I am. I just don’t like talking when I was eating,” He said. “We’ve known each other since forever and you still didn’t know that?”

“I’m kidding, geez!” You tsked. Yoongi just know how to talk back to you and you always end up losing. You just couldn’t keep up with his roasting since he always choose to be straightforward when he’s communicating.

“What else do you know about him?” You slowed down your munching to look at him. “Is he single?” Yoongi added.

Hearing his question made you chuckle. “Of course he is,”

“Are you sure?”

You went silence. “I mean, he’s successful, good looking and more. Simply put, he’s perfect in everything. How can that kind of man going around without anyone by his side? It’s nearly impossible,”

Yoongi was right. You are pretty sure that there is a lot other women that had been lining up to be with Taehyung before you. There also some probability that someone had seized him up before you too.

“Better be disappointed now before too late, y/n..” Yoongi remarked at the same time finishing his meal.

You shook your head, your lips kicking up into a tiny, unsure smile. “I can trust him,”

“Sure. Whatever makes you happy, y/n..” Yoongi responds sounds like a sarcasm to your ears and you don’t like it. You are scared. You’re scared that everything Yoongi told you turned out to be true.

So you fished out your phone and dialed Taehyung’s phone number to send him a message.

From : you

Hey, it’s y/n! Just to tell you that I had your number saved.

It was less than five minutes when you received a reply from him. That was quick!

From : Kim Taehyung 🖤

Im glad. I keep waiting for your message or calls so I can do the same.

You drew a wide grin before sending a glance towards Yoongi who had his back facing you while he’s busy washing the dishes.

From : you

I wonder if we can see each other again anytime soon

From : Kim Taehyung 🖤

Ofc. When and where we should meet?

--

You keep checking on yourself through the small mirror of your compact powder before nervously waiting for Taehyung to show up. Sometimes you would anxiously pulling out your cherry chapstick and apply it on your lips, afraid they came out dry when he arrived or there is also times that you would sip on your coffee that it already reached half of the cup you were drinking.

While fidgeting with your fingers, you were greeted by a familiar deep voice from above, calling your names making you to whipped your head upwards.

The face you are waiting for is finally here. You smiled.

“H-Hi,”

Your chest began to pound again as you watched Taehyung taking a seat in front of you. He looks so fine in his two-piece grey suits. He then asked you what you’re drinking which bringing you back to the current situation.

“It’s nothing. Just coffee,” you said.

“Ah, unfortunately, I don’t drink coffee,” He pouted. You gasped. You silly! You shouldn’t pick a coffee shop at the first place then! Since he is the one that ask you to pick a place, you couldn’t think of any place other than this coffee house that has been your favorite spots long time ago. You had no idea that he didn’t drink coffee.

As if he could read your face, he quickly tells you to calm down. “It’s okay. I can drink anything cold,” He lifted his hand up to called for a waiter. You pursed your lips as you observing him making his order.

“Do you want waffles?” He suddenly asked again. You nodded. “Yes please. With chocolate syrup,”

“Yes, that one. Thank you,” The waiter then backed away with the orders. Taehyung turned back at you and flashed his warm smile.

“You just got back from your works?” You opened the conversation first. He nodded. “Yeah. It’s pretty hectic today. But I’m glad that we decided to meet today. I feel like the burden got temporarily lifted off my shoulders as soon as I saw you,” You shyly giggled.

Both of you then proceed to ask about each other days and more where you learn that Taehyung currently working as the one of the executives in a construction company named Youngsoo E&C. To be honest, you have no idea what he was talking about but seeing how he literally enjoying telling you his story made you listen to it with a stupid smile on your face.

“What did you do by the way?” He returned the question.

“I do illustration for children’s books,” You answers earn you a wide eye from Taehyung. “Really!? Wow, that was amazing!” You laughed as you can’t help but find his reaction as adorable. Then he added, “I enjoy drawing too,”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But it’s just a hobby and I think you draw better than me,” He humbly said that make you shook your head. “No way. Everyone has their own style. I’d love to see it one day,” Taehyung excitedly nodded.

“I will. One day,”

You smiled before something suddenly popped up in your head. Your previous conversation with Yoongi suddenly came into your mind.

“I mean, he’s successful, good looking and more. Simply put, he’s perfect in everything. How can that kind of man going around without anyone by his side? It’s nearly impossible,” Yoongi’s statement keep playing like it was a broken tape in your head. You shook it off before nervously looking up at him.

“Taehyung-ah,” He raised his brows as you chewed your bottom lips, your hands gripping the fabric of your dress nervously. “I was wondering if… if…”

“Your food is here,” Your words got cut by a waiter who suddenly appeared along with the food Taehyung has ordered before. Fuck. Not now!

It took her a few minutes to dropped the order before she begin to walk away and leave you and him alone once again. Taehyung on the other hand seems like he forgot about you which you also chose to drop the question altogether, pretending like it also never happened.

--

“So, did you get the answer?”

You dropped your exhausted self on the couch while Yoongi still perching at the counter, waiting for your answer. “Y/N! I’m talking with you,” You grunted.

“No, I don’t because I didn’t ask! Now, will you leave me alone?” You grabbed a pillow next to your head to buried your face into it. Yoongi let out a loud sigh.

“You fool. What if-“

“What if he has a girlfriend… blah, blah. Look, Yoongi. If he had one, he will act like he had one but he never did! I can count how many times he tried to flirt with me today!” You argued. “He’s definitely into me,” Your lips twisted into a grin but Yoongi doesn’t enjoy seeing you literally fooling around as if those are not a serious matter.

“That’s not how it work, woman!” He want to scold you but you had both your palm covering your ears and making a noise, mimicking that you refused to listen to his nag. It’s pissed him off that he jumped off the counter with a groan of annoyance.

“Whatever! By the way, Yuna is inviting us to her birthday party,”

You get up from the couch to looked at him. “Yuna? Cho Yuna?” Yoongi hummed. “Yeah,” Your brows knitted together in confusion.

“Out of nowhere? I mean, we don’t even talk to her back then,”

“Apparently, it’s also to celebrate her wedding anniversary too, so she’s feeling extra generous by inviting everyone from the alumni to her birthday party next week. Do you want a ride?” Yoongi offers. You nodded your head almost immediately.

“Of course. Thank you,”

Cho Yuna. You remember her. Yuna is that one famous, rich kid that literally had every boy in your college drooling over her. But, it’s understandable. She’s a complete package. She’s pretty, smart, not to mention, she’s the first ever girl that managed to seized the president position for the student council that traditionally would take boys as the leaders. You had to say, you have massive respects towards her. Who wouldn’t? It would be a lie if there’s anybody who’d say they never envy her. Even now, she’s happily married to the man of her choice too.

“Damn, I seriously wish I could have what she had,”

--

A week later

You rushed out from your apartment barefooted with pair of heels in your hand. Meanwhile Yoongi in his car keep on pressing the honk, not because to warn you for being late, he just did it to annoy the shit out of you which resulting you to get into the car with a groan.

“Can you shut up!? You’re so annoying!” Yoongi laughed as response to you as he starts to drive away from the parking lot of your apartment. You put on your black stilettos before you pulled down the sun visor to check yourself into the vanity mirror behind it. You fixed your hair by brushing it lightly, also tapping your lips to make sure the lip tint you’re wearing are applied nicely.

Yoongi who saw you enthusiastically fixing yourself giggled quietly that made you to look at him with frown. “What are you laughing at, dumbass?”

“Why are you fixing yourself as if you’re going for a date? It’s just a birthday party for God’s sake!” He snorted which had you to scrunched your nose.

“Mind your own business! I’m just trying to look good. For myself!” You grunted before turning your attention back at the mirror. Later on, you pushed the visor back to its place and leaned back after you are sure that you’re satisfied with your looks.

“Hey,” You suddenly spoke. “Remember when you had a big fat crush on Yuna?”

“Oh my God, shut the fuck up!” You laughed out loud, like really loud especially when you saw blushes appearing on his cheeks. “You are so fucking lame, Yoongi! I expected you to be ‘different’ but hah! You’re just like those boys that lining up to propose Yuna to be their wife,”

“Mind you! I’m not,”

“Hell yeah, you do,” You leaned your head on the headrest while releasing a deep huff of breath. “I remember you wrote a song using her as your muse. I had to say that it’s pretty adorable,” You teased and once again, you start to make another random throwback about his past that had Yoongi wishing he could kick you out from his car right now.

“Unfortunately, she’s married with someone that’s not you,” You patted his shoulders. “It’s okay, Yoongi. There’s someone better for you,”

Yoongi snickered. “You’re a bitch,”

About twenty minutes after that, both you and Yoongi finally arrived the hotel that held the party. Yoongi – to your surprise – was kind enough to help you getting out from the car, even helping you fixing the dress you wore.

“I know you’re going to whine like a baby if I left you helpless behind so,” He’s such an asshole…

When you arrived at the events where it takes places, your jaws dropped in awe. “Wow, for a birthday party, they invited quite a lot of guests,” You commented. Yoongi nodded in agreement.

“Not surprise. That’s what rich people do,”

Both you and Yoongi entered the hall and met with another load of guest filling up the room. “Now, what we’re going to do?” You whispered. Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t know. Eat? They prepared the buffets. Should we get them?”

“You go first. I feel thirsty so I’m going to look for their drinking booth,” He nodded. Yoongi then left you there to head to the buffet. You pursed your lips, trying to look around the crowd if you could see any waiter that carrying tray of drinks or something but you couldn’t seem to find one.

You are left with no choice but to lift your dress up to your ankles and splitting your way in between the crowds of people to look for them. Why the hell did she invites these people for a birthday party, like it’s a royal dancing party? Can’t she just have a normal birthday party like everyone else?

While you are trying your best to slipped in between those figures, you accidentally tripped on your heels that you lose your balance and almost fell forward but thankfully, someone in front of you are quick to catch you from falling.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” You apologized, looking up at that person, only for you to gasped in surprise.

“Taehyung?!”

Taehyung looks confused as well. “Uh, y/n. Hello. I didn’t expect you…to be here,” He said. You grinned. “Oh yeah. The one that held the party graduated in the same college as mine so we pretty known to each other, I guess?” You explained.

“Yuna?”

You nodded. “Yup! Oh, hey. How did you know her? You’re her acquaintance too?”

Before Taehyung could answer to your question, someone had called his name out of nowhere. “Babe, who is that you’re talking to?”

Your face turned pale at the endearments terms you heard just now. And also the familiar voice too.

Not long after that, you saw Yuna appearing in a dark blue dress, matched with Taehyung’s blue black’s suits. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw the way she linked her arms, showing the rings fitting perfectly on her ring fingers. Your eyes then moved to Taehyung’s hand and he also had a similar ring on his fingers too.

How the hell can you not notice that before?

“y/n! Hi! It’s been a while,” She exclaimed excitedly. You turned at her with an unbelievable look but you tried not to make it obvious by forcing a smile, although you swear you can feel your face twitching as you felt your eyes also began to get watery.

“R-Right! I haven’t see you for a long time too,” You tried your best not to stuttered but you know you failed miserably. Yuna nodded.

“Yoongi came with you?” She asked.

“Yeah. Yeah, he’s with me but he went to look at the food.” You took a deep breathe before pointing at Taehyung who was standing silently next to Yuna. “This is your husband?”

Yuna chuckled. “Yup! Ah, hold on. It’s seems like you both know each other already. You know her too, babe?” She glanced at her husband, seeking for an answer. Taehyung who look like he didn’t expected to get thrown by the question seems like trying to find a words that make you to answer on his behalf.

“We do. We met just recently over some projects,” You lied. Obviously, it wouldn’t make sense. Taehyung is an engineer while you’re a children book’s illustrator. What kind of project involving an engineer and an illustrator!? But you don’t care if she caught you lying. At this point, the situation is too painful for you to keep up that you wish you could just run out from the hall and weep your heart out.

“Wonderful! Guess I don’t have to introduce you then!” She smiled. “Anyway, thanks for coming, y/n! Have fun while you’re here. The opening ceremony will start very soon,” You nodded while faking another smile.

“Happy birthday! And happy anniversary too!” Fuck, fuck. This is so hurt, you rather stab yourself to death than doing this.

“Thank you! We’ll get going then,” Yuna then brought Taehyung along with her. As they leaving, Taehyung spare a glance at you who standing there freezing with a tears rolling down your cheeks. You can see guilt painting his face but he obviously couldn’t do anything so he just going along with his wife to greet the other guest.

--

“Thank you so much to everyone who came to join us celebrating such a meaningful day for both me and my husband,” Yoongi turned his head to check on you who were awfully quiet throughout the night. He even noticed your red eyes so he decided to asked about it.

“What’s wrong with your eyes? Are you okay?” He questioned. You sniffed, shaking your head. “I’m fine, I’m fine. Keep listening. Don’t mind me,”

“Listen to what? It’s just welcoming speech. Come on. Tell me,” You couldn’t contain yourself from sobbing especially when Yoongi keep pushing you to tell him everything. You lowered your head, muttering something to him.

“That man next to Yuna…”

Yoongi looked up to the said person and saw Taehyung standing next to Yuna, flashing a tiny smile towards the audience. “Him? What’s wrong with him? He hurt you?”

You shook your head. “No,”

“Then?”

“That’s Taehyung,”

Yoongi trying to connect the dots. It took him a minute before he finally realized. “What the fuck?”

You cried into your palm. Yoongi sighed loudly. ‘I told you…’ The male then pressed his back against the chair as he continues to watch the couple smiling as Yuna keep delivering her speech.

“Today also marking our first anniversary of our wedding so I am happy to share this feeling with everyone in this room,” Yuna spun herself to face her husband with the biggest grin on her face. “I love you,” She confessed. Taehyung’s lips formed a smile.

“I love you too,”

You swear you could hear your heart shattering like a piece of glasses. You then forced yourself to watch him kissing his wife in front of the crowd that of course would cheer on that couple meanwhile you sitting here, writhing in agony.

--

#bts #taehyung #bts taehyung #btsv #v #taehyung imagine #bts fic #bts imagine #bts smut

[adorerdraco]

The First Time Draco Sees You ✧ Headcanon

Request: hey ! idk if requests are open (sorry if they aren’t). i wanted to request a sort of seeing your for the first time headcanon i guess. like everything that goes through his mind when he sees you first

A/N: my first headcanon 😼 and you can tellll ;( but thank you sm for the request i hope i did it okayy !!!! <3 & if you’ve seen me using this gif before no you havent 🤧

it was the first day of the new school term after summer and he was standing around with his friends in a new class while he bragged about all the fun things he had done over the break

goyle started talking so he zoned out

he was looking around at all the pictures hung up on the walls when he heard someone laughing

he thought it sounded so angelic

it sounded like nothing but pure joy and delight

(even if you hate your laugh, he loves it)

literally music to his ears

so he looked towards the door and saw you walking in with two friends

he thought you had the brightest smile he’s ever seen on someone, just glittering and shimmering in the sunlight that streamed in from the windows

it took him less than 10 seconds to form a small crush on you

he just thought you were so beautiful and light and airy

he begins to wonder if he’s ever seen you around but comes up blank because he feels as though he would’ve remembered such beauty

you had stood somewhere near him while still talking to your friends and he just couldn’t stop looking at you

he thought you resembled the stars in the sky from how bright he felt you shined and how bright you made him feel in that moment

he was actually speechless

as corny as it sounds, he was

for the first time in his life he felt shy

like there was nothing he could conjure up in his mind that he would be able to say to you but he wanted to talk to you so bad

if you’re in another house other than slytherin, he found himself quickly forgetting about the house superiority

he could hear your voice as you talked and he swore he felt time stop

you sounded so enchanting and he hung onto every word he could make out

he wished so badly you were standing across from him while you talked about your summer

he could listen to you forever 

“Oi what’s Malfoy staring at?” crabbe would say with a snicker and Draco looked away from you so fast

“i see you learned how to form sentences over the summer” he would say back condescendingly as the boys roared in laughter

the sudden increase in volume caused everyone near them to look at the boys, including you

the first thing your gaze landed on was him and he felt his heart do a little flip in his chest when he made eye contact

he looked like a deer in headlights and you gave him a small smile

he felt his face get hot so he quickly looked away so you wouldn’t notice the red in his cheeks

when the professor walked in and called out a “find your seats” draco went to sit at one of the desks which happened to seat two people

he expected to sit with either crabbe or goyle but the idiots sat together without thinking

his other Slytherin friends he was talking to at the beginning of class had sat together too

he felt stupid sitting by himself so he leaned over to whisper something aggressive and threatening to his two minions that sat at the table beside him

“Malfoy, right?”

he shot up straight in his seat and turned rigidly to face the goddess that was starting to pull out the chair next to him

his name falling from your lips nearly shot him into space

“I’m Y/N, I hope you don’t mind me sitting here. My friends sat together and every other seat is taken.”

he was quiet for a second as you waited for his response and he all of a sudden felt stupid again

“yeah, yeah, that’s alright,” he sputtered out. “Those two gits left me to sit by myself as well.”

he felt proud of himself when he heard you lightly laugh

and proud that he managed to actually say something coherent

“you can call me, Draco, by the way” he said with newfound confidence

“alright, Draco, well I hope you’re good at Charms because I’m not.”

he felt his heart flip at you saying his name again

“I'd say I’m pretty skilled at charming”

he meant to say Charms but charming came out instead

either way he wasn’t lying, he really was good at both things

you gave him another one of your bright smiles and this time he returned it even though he felt excitedly queasy at the sight

as the professor started class, he couldn’t process a single thing they said as he started thinking up ways to woo you

he was very determined to get to know you more

and he knew that Charms this year would be the furthest thing from his mind

charm, however, would be on the forefront

#draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader #draco malfoy x gryffindor #draco malfoy x slytherin #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy blurb #draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy angst #harry potter writing #harry potter imagine #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter

[ktlnz]

okayy I’ve finished (re)reading the huntik comics (which my partner has generously donated me) and here’s a couple of my takeaways:

first of all, FREAKING COVERARTS. here’s a bit of statistics: lok lambert has 4 appearances in coverarts, dante has 3, ford, ryder and frostanna (ford’s titan) – 2, meanwhile zhalia and sophie only have ONE COVER FOR EACH. and they’re not even in the centre of theirs. I mean ik it’s targeted to boys etc, BUT WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK (well I could only examine the 13 issues that I own, but still v disappointing)

on the other hands tho at least 4 (probably more) of the comics end with zhalia coming last moment to save dante’s (and of then the kids’) ass. and the shit is usually quite intense, like the otherwise he’d be dead kinda situation. tbh I constantly get the feeling that comics just can’t take the op dante fucking vale seriously (and we like it)

just like with winx club comics, the stories seem to be a bit darker and deeper (?) then the show. the difference is not that drastic as with the winx, but still I think rainbow had more freedom with those and that’s understandable

also I like how everyone on the main team gets their own kinda arc in this little (ig lok vs ford, zhalia working out her shit with ryder, dante trying to break through his past trauma and insecurities, sophie learning to be the Great Casterwill Savior (c) etc etc)

if you’d try to convince me ford isn’t the homoromantic arcnemisis for lok YOU WON’T. this man is is so over the heels in love, he’s literally just staring at lok’s photos in he’s free time bc he can…….. and the moment he defeated lok and realized THATS NOT WHAT HE WANTED IN FACT…. I’m glad my little queer coded villain at least gets a kind of redemption 😪

also as much as I do love zhante, honestly, zhalia and ryder have more chemistry and emotions shown in this brief story that those had in entirety of 2 seasons of the show. the scene where they just can not finish each other bc Old Feelings had an influence on a fair share of my original stories, and the three frames of zhal just straight up silently looking into ryder’s eyes to manipulate him into releasing her and giving her the bracelet…. The Masterpiece

well that’s pretty much it. I just needed to vent a bit. and now I’m just bitter that I ran out of official huntik content forever (unless (being the lost media they seem to be) the Italian untranslated comics would show up magically on my dash or wherever) :p

#huntik #huntik secrets and seekers #zhalia moon #dante vale #lok lambert #sophie casterwill