#not sure who composed this song or who the lead composer was so I'm just gonna put everyone credited for song composition

[vg-music-i-like]

Packing Pests (Perfect) // Rhythm Heaven Fever

#rhythm heaven #rhythm heaven fever #misc series #not sure who composed this song or who the lead composer was so I'm just gonna put everyone credited for song composition #Tsunku #Masami Yone #Shinji Ushiroda #Asuka Ito #nintendo #wii #2011 #2012

[queers-gambit]

Simple, Easy, Effortless

prompt: ( requested ) from across the dance floor, Felix locks eyes with you and is instantly smitten. is it love at first sight? lust? he's determined to know.

pairing: Felix Catton x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Saltburn

word count: 5.1k+

note: this man is a SLUT but i'm sluttier in theory

warnings: the ducklips in the gif, obviously cursing, sexual tension, "love at first sight", author def uses her own university roommate experiences for inspiration, Lord's name in vain, mention of illicit drug use. REMEMBER: don't run from cops unless with Felix - or absolutely necessary - or you KNOW you can get away.

song featured in the movie and request: Murder on the Dance Floor

Humid. Sweaty. Pulsing. Overpopulated.

All good adjectives to describe your first university party with your roommate, Polly Schwartz. She had already been to loads of parties already, probably more than her actual classes, but being as you were a "scholarship kid", you took your education much more seriously than she did. Perhaps being why you spent your weekends studying, and she spent hers getting drunk, sleeping with randoms constantly, and partying nearly every weekend. You didn't think there was anything wrong with her habts, in fact, you encouraged her to go out most of the time; but after midterms, you were burnt the fuck out and Polly recommended you have a night out with her.

When she needed it, you helped Polly study, and now, it was time for her to return the favor in her own area of expertise. Tonight's party was hosted in an off-campus flat, making you worry about the authorities being phoned, but Polly assured you that nearly the entire complex was composed of Oxford students and there was barely a threat of this party being busted.

The moment you stepped into the humid, sweaty, pulsing, overpopulated flat, a drink was shoved into your hand by a barely-standing boy with a nose ring. He was decently attractive, but the belch he let out made you grimace and follow after Polly. He might've yelled something after your retreating form, but who could tell with the noise level?

"You need to loosen up, bitch! Jesus Christ, you're as stiff as a board, and trust me! No guy is gonna wanna approach you!" She laughed, missing your protest that you didn't care for male attention. "Wait," she gasped, "where'd you get that?"

"Uh, that lad over there," you pointed, blinking in mild shock when she snatched the drink from your hand and poured it out in a dying houseplant.

"I thought you were the brains of us," she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "Never accept a drink you didn't see being made! That's how you get drugged!"

"I'm not sure how this is supposed to work, Polly, for fuck's sake," you whined, hugging your arms as you gazed around nervously. "Maybe I should just go back to the dorms, this isn't really my scene - "

"Nope, you're staying," she shook her head, leading you by the hand to the kitchen. "Here - hang on, I'll get us something. Farleigh, my love!"

The handsome lad with a head full of fluffed coils turned with a small glare, but softened when he noted Polly's appearance. "There you are! I was wondering when you'd get here, darling!"

She giggled obnoxiously and you understood, this must've been the lad she was seeing on-and-off for the whole semester. "Well, I finally got this one out of the library, so we're a little late for a reason," she laughed, pointing her thumb back at you and making the boy eye you with judgement.

You gave a small wave, and he instantly offered his hand, introducing himself as, "Farleigh." After giving him your name, Polly was insisting you both needed a drink and Farleigh was nodding in agreement. "Here, drinks are this way - but it's self serve."

"Nobody made juice?" Polly pouted, the three of you approaching a decent-sized table that was full of bottles of liquor and mixers.

"Not this time," Farleigh laughed, and you let Polly make your drink because you were busy trying not to get run over by the other party goers.

"Christ Almighty, surely the floors will cave in with this many people?" You frowned when another drunk bumped into you and sloppily apologized.

"Only if we're lucky," Farleigh laughed. He directed at Polly, "Oh, remember Stephen's party? Donovan put a hole through the wall!"

Polly laughed as she handed you a fresh drink and all but ignored you in favor of this boy that was tapping a bit of suspicious powder onto his hand. Your eyes rolled and you turned away from them, slowly stalking around the room and taking in the scene - hating the way your ears felt as if they were bleeding from the terrible music selection.

But after you skulled your drink, you ran into a few classmates from your anthropology class. "Here, you can have this," Chelsea took the drink from Cara, "she's had way too much already."

You figured this exchange was safe enough after seeing Cara taking several gulps; not even noticing her hands were empty because she was dancing to the floor-shaking music in a daze.

"Who're you here with?" Pablo asked, bobbing his head to the beat. "We all came as a group, don't tell me you're alone!?"

"No, no, love, I came with Polly," you shrugged, feeling looser than when you first got there.

"Ew," Pablo rolled his eyes, the other girl snickering.

"Wait, what? What am I missing?" You asked with a small whine.

"Polly Harrington?" He asked, watching you nod. "Yeah, no, your li'l friend's the one who sucked off Professor Lorde."

"What?" You gaped.

"Why do you think she's here?" He gossiped. "Surely, not for her grades."

You just shook your head, "Maybe we shouldn't throw stones, it's rude to speak about others behind their backs."

"Doll face, it's not like it's a secret," Pablo laughed, nodding at your drink. "C'mon, bottoms up, buttercup, we've gotta get you dancing. You look way too cute to be a wallflower all night, c'mon, let's go! Chug! Chug!"

You gingerly took a gulp, but Pablo and Chelsea were encouraging you to just finish it off. When you did, they cheered with pride, laughing when you began giggling, "That's the worst taste! God!"

"Oh, sweetie, we don't drink for the taste, we drink to make us better dancers!" Chelsea beamed. "Want mine?"

"No, no - "

"Down it!"

You shrugged, inhibitions already significantly lowered, and with ease, finished your third drink. "I should get us more!" Pablo laughed.

"You do that, we're gonna dance!" Your friend waved him off, snatching your hand, and leading you to the dance floor. It was hard to distinguish where it was since there was wall-to-wall college kids stuffing the place, but you weaseled your way between people and let the alcohol take control. "Hey! By the way!" Chelsea spoke in your ear, "You look really hot! I adore this skirt!"

"Me? Babe, look at you! Can I borrow this dress?"

"Only if I can borrow those shoes!" She squealed.

You giggled and took her hand, spinning her around before joining together again. When Pablo rejoined, he handed you both a drink before jumping in front of you, throwing his reasonably fat arse back into your crotch - which forced you back onto your girlfriend in a dancing train. You three cheered through your laughter, smacking the lad's bottom playfully as he put his heart and soul into his dance; hands on his knees and hips bouncing.

However, Pablo only pulled away when Farleigh reappeared and stole him away to a darkening corner; only briefly making you wonder where he had left your roommate. You looked at Chelsea, who giggled in your ear, "They've been fucking recently. Pablo's whipped."

"I don't blame him," you mused. Cara had stumbled closer to you two, throwing her skinny arms around your neck and starting on a drunken ramble about how much she loved you - despite only sharing the one class together and knowing each other from a distance. Still, you appreciated the sentiment and let yourself feel loved; taking a sip from the plastic solo cup in hand and swinging your hips to the pulsing beat. In that moment, you just happened to look up, gasping, "There's a stripper pole!?"

"Go get on it!" Cara laughed. "Oh, wait, Felix is on it - oh, shit, Felix!"

"Who?" You asked.

"Felix, you know!? Felix Catton? Felix fucking Catton!" Cara blinked, then offered you an incredulous look and turned to Chelsea. "She doesn't know Felix?"

She waved Cara off, instead explaining to you, "He's that tall lad, in the white button up."

When you looked, Felix happened to glance over and your eyes connected. You were absolutely done for.

"Oh, yeah, she knows Felix now!" Cara giggled loudly. "Go! Go talk to him!" She encouraged, making your eyes bug widely.

"What?" You looked at the two girls, shaking your head, "No, no, I don't even know him!"

"Babes, 75% of the people you see paired up right now didn't know each other before this party!" Cara rolled her pretty eyes. "But hey, if you don't, India definitely will. Girl basically lives on his cock, it's decently pathetic - but just look at him! God took his time with Felix!"

"Oh, are they dating?" You asked innocently, looking back over to the tall boy in a white, linen button up. He grinned at you from the short distance.

"No," Chelsea laughed, seeing the way you two just stared and smiled softly. "Here, finish your drink and let the liquid courage do its job!"

"It's literally my first party," you laughed, "I'm not interested - "

"Oh, fuck off! Everyone's interested in Felix," Cara interrupted. "And I do mean, literally everyone."

"I can understand why," you mused, taking a long pull from your cup. "Cara, that lad, there, has been staring at you," you distracted, her swinging around instantly and thanking you before dancing over to the boy leaning on the wall.

He smirked when she reached him.

"She's a social butterfly," her roommate, Chelsea, giggled. "Do you need a refill?"

"Huh? Oh, no, I'm okay!"

"Okay, don't go too far - I'll be right back!" She grinned, knowing something you didn't, and disappearing into the thick crowd.

You swallowed another drink before you felt a hand on your waist, making you jump in surprise and turn. Before you towered the object of seemingly everyone's desires: Felix Catton.

"Haven't seen you around before," he spoke in your ear over the music.

"Oh, first timer," you nodded back.

"Doin' all right? Yeah? Havin' fun?"

You agreed, "Yeah, 'course. This your party?"

"No, no, uh," he glanced around the heads of students, "honestly, I'm not really sure who's flat this is."

"Oh, well, I guess as long as it's not damaged, it doesn't matter much, right?"

"Exactly," he smirked, offering his cup to yours. You clinked them together, both taking the obligatory sip, and swaying unconsciously to the music. "Who're you here with?"

"Polly - "

"Oh, Christ, yeah! Yeah, you're, uh, you're her roommate?"

You nodded, "You know her?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Oh," you frowned in discomfort, brows pinched.

"No, no, I just meant, she's popular, innit she? Not that - that she's sucked me off or anything like that!"

You laughed, "Wasn't thinking that, but good to know."

His cheeks flared a bright red, "That was a bit brash of me, wasn't it? Sorry, love, I should know better than to use such vocabulary with a pretty lady."

Your eyes rolled, "This 'pretty lady' has both heard and used much worse vernacular."

Felix slowly grinned, "You want a smoke?"

"Dying for one actually, yeah."

"This way, c'mon," he offered his free hand, and without thinking, you accepted and let the tall, slender lad lead you through the crowd. All of a sudden, you felt as if every eye was on you - watching, stalking, clocking you like predator does prey. You were directed to a balcony, a few lingering smokers standing around.

The moment the glass door slid shut, the music was semi-silenced and you breathed in slight relief. "Christ, 's always this loud?" You asked, leaning on the railing beside your companion while rubbing an ear to relieve the ringing sensation.

"Usually, yeah," he smirked, handing you a cigarette before placing one between his lips.

"You looked real natural on that pole," you teased, leaning in when he flicked a lighter to life.

"Oh, God," he laughed, watching you inhale. "Saw that, did you?"

You hummed, holding the smoke in your lungs, "Kinda hard t'miss. You were really into it."

He shrugged, lighting the end of his own nicotine filled stick. Upon exhale, he eased, "Was a really good song, wasn't it? Easy t'dance to, you know?"

"Hm," you nodded, "actually, I wouldn't know - I don't know half these songs."

"You livin' under a rock, love?"

"No, just with my nose in a book."

"Smart girl, are yah?"

"I would hope so, considering my scholarship."

"Even more impressive," he grinned. "You know Oliver, then? Oliver Quick? He's on scholarship, too."

"No, not quite, us scholarship kids don't all know one another," you shot back with a smirk.

"Fair enough," he agreed, eyeing you up and down. "So, why tonight?"

"Hmm?"

"Why come tonight?"

"Polly thought I could use a little stress relief," you answered, taking a long puff. "Not exactly the way I saw my night going, though."

"How's that?"

"Look at you!" You laughed. "Of all the ladies here, you danced your way over to me? Now you're having a conversation instead of working that pole?"

"I like to think that I just had to introduce myself to the prettiest lass in the whole joint," he flirted.

"And yet," you inhaled, "you've haven't made introductions."

"No? I haven't?" He smirked, watching your head shake. "Apologies, love. I'm Felix, uh, Felix Catton," he offered his hand, and when you shook it, you told him your own full name. "Now that that's outta the way," he took his own inhale, "how's about we go dance?"

"Oh, I might need to finish this drink before all that," you lifted your cup to your lips.

"Nah, I saw you earlier," he chuckled, stomping his cigarette out under his boot. "C'mon, love, not letting you get outta here without at least one dance."

"Surely, India would be a better option?"

He scoffed, "Oh? And how would you know that?"

"Chelsea and Cara might've made mention earlier. I wouldn't want to steal someone's man - girl code, and that shit."

For whatever reason, this made Felix snicker, "No, no, you've got it wrong, India and I are just friends."

"That's what guys say when they're sleeping with their 'friend'."

"Either way, she's not my girl," he smirked. "C'mon, love, one dance. If you're not convinced after that, I'll let yah go - no fuss."

"Oh, well, that doesn't sound remotely creepy," you laughed, dropping your own cigarette and stomping it out. "All right, yeah, one dance."

"Just one."

"A single dance."

"No more, but no less," he smirked, lacing your fingers together when you laid your hand in his. "Deal?"

You nodded, feeling absolutely giddy by his attention. When you reentered the party, it was almost as if it had grown in population, and suddenly, you wanted to be back on the balcony just to breathe. But Felix had a secure hold on you, and after downing the last of your drink, you set the cup on a random end table you passed before taking position on the "dance floor".

What you absolutely did not anticipate was that Felix wasn't the best dancer, but holy shit, did he not care; letting go and having fun. You let the alcohol in your system propel you, and soon, one dance turned into two, and two turned to three. It was like nobody else was there, it was just you and Felix; dancing like fools, letting your hair down, and you actually found yourself enjoying the music that vibrated the entire flat.

The song that played wasn't one you recognized, but the lyrics felt strangely appropriate for your current situation. Though there was no groove to be killed, no moves to steal, and no murdering on this dance floor, there was a whole lotta tension that fueled your movements together.

"Oh, oh, here we go, c'mon!" He laughed, tugging your hand after him to approach the stripper pole the flat's owner had installed. "Go on, love, show me how it's done!"

"Oh, fuck no!" You barked in laughter. "You're the master, let me take notes."

"I'll warn you, once you see my moves up close," he planted a hand on the pole and swung around it once, "you won't be able to resist!"

You waved him on, eyes widening when he danced around the pole as if nobody was watching, but in reality, he had an entire audience. Not that you noticed, you were solely focused on the boy putting on a show for you; both wearing goofy grins. When he got REALLY into it, you had to admit your stomach knotted in attraction when his lips pushed into a slutty pout. Never had you wanted to kiss someone so bad in your life before, but it increased ten fold when he swung around and grabbed onto your waist; effortlessly pushing you onto the pole as he released it.

"C'mon, then!" He beamed, watching you stand for a single awkward moment before figuring, why the hell not?

So, you swung yourself around before shocking Felix to his bloody core by holding the pole and grinding down it - giving a teasing peek at your panties when your legs spread slightly to accommodate your dance moves. His jaw slackened, eyes raked up and down your form, lips pulling in a smirk the longer he watched you go. Your hair flung around, hips gyrated in movements that made his pants tighten, and when he couldn't stand it any longer, he caught you in another swing.

Hips against yours, arms around one another, he danced you back onto the crowded floor; a hand raising to caress the side of your face as if he was mesmerized by all you were, all you are.

It was so simple to lose yourself in his dancing, in his scent, in his aurora. It was so easy to move against him. It was so simple to exist with Felix fucking Catton.

He was intoxicating, making you feel more drunk on him than the alcohol you had ingested. And while the moment felt serious, once you were surrounded by peers again, you melted into a sense of silliness. Any care you had, any worry - it all melted away, it evaporated, got swept under the rug because Felix commandeered your entire attention.

From the side of the room, Cara and Chelsea squealed in excitement for you, high-fiving when they noted India's jealous glare. Farleigh and Pablo even snickered, wondering how long it would take for Felix's charm to get you into bed; a bet being placed between the two lads before taking another bump of cocaine that distracted them for the rest of the time.

On the dance floor, your laughter was genuine and a little loud when he swung you around before dying in your throat when he pulled you in close. Again, the party melted away and it was just you and Felix; his hands on your hips, head bowed to corral you close, his warm brown eyes intense as they flitted between your eyes and lips.

You knew what he wanted, but didn't want to give into temptation yet. Keeping an air of mystery, you smiled coyly and pushed back slightly - but he was yanking you right back in.

When a friend of his came around with a tray full of shots, his arm coiled around your waist tightly to keep you anchored as he accepted the Jell-O concoction. You still buzzed from your earlier drinks and nicotine, bobbing and humming to the song playing, Felix instantly moving with you.

And just like you worried earlier, from deep in the party, someone shouted, "IT'S THE FUZZ! GO! SCATTER!"

"Oh, shit! Oh, my God!" You gasped in worry, the music cutting and students rushing for the exit.

"C'mere, c'mere, 's all right," Felix rushed, pulling you back into a wall to let the stampede rush around you as he planted you in front of him. Your hands held his waist, watching those around you run away, and when you looked up, Felix was already staring at you.

The moment your eyes met, you both snickered in amusement before bursting into full-on laughter. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" You mused, leaning your forehead to his pectoral. "I knew it - of course my first party is busted, hey?"

"Just makes it all the more memorable, yeah?"

"You were doing a pretty good job on your own with that," you met his gaze again - feeling coy and playful.

"Yeah?" He grinned. "Well, I try."

"I think you succeed."

He opened his mouth to respond, caressing your cheek, but someone else shouted, "GO, GO, GO! Felix, c'mon, mate! The fuck you doin'! We gotta go! I can't get another citation!"

"Let's go," he told you instead, lacing your hands together again and joining the last of the stream filtering out of the flat.

"Where're we - "

"This way, trust me," he dodged down a separate hallway, a few others following his lead. Down a flight of stairs, turning down another hall, and you two were bursting into the chilly night air.

The lights of the copper's cars flashed from around the building and you realized you were at the back. Others were rushing from the door, scattering into the night, but Felix just leaned on the brownstone and waited, checking your surroundings.

"What now?" You worried, panting lightly from the rush of adrenaline.

"We go that way," he nodded, "walk slow and calm, we don't know shit about a party. We're just walking back to campus, yeah?"

"Oh, like that'll work," you snickered, but again, laced your hands together. "On your lead, my lord," you joked.

"That make you my lady?"

"Hm, nah," you refused with a smirk, "I don't do well with sharing and you seem to be well liked, aren't yah?"

He hummed, letting go of your hand to toss his arm around your neck, still subtly checking around you for any police officers. Your arm latched around his waist, reaching up to hold the hand dangling from your shoulders. "I might be well liked, but for you, I'd drop everyone," he flirted easily - as if second nature, as if he didn't even have to think about the words that oozed out of that slick mouth.

"Oh, how flattering."

"I would hope so," he breathed, leading you out of the back garden. "Swear, love, never been so caught-up before. Just saw you and had t'come talk - had t'know who you are. I mean, just look at'cha, sweetheart, can you really blame me?"

"That line usually works, does it?"

"More often than not," he laughed, you joining in as you slipped from the back gate.

"HEY! YOU TWO! STOP RIGHT THERE! STOP!"

"Oh, shit," Felix gasped, snatching your hand in an instant as two officers started to clumsily rush towards you two.

"What do we - "

"Run!" He laughed, yanking you after him.

"Felix!"

"HEY! STOP! STOP! COME BACK HERE!"

You couldn't stop laughing as you both sprinted down the street and around an alley, taking three more turns before coming to a panting halt; pausing to listen.

"Hear 'em?" He whispered, keeping you on the inside so he could peer down the alley you had escaped down.

"No...?"

"I don't either," he nodded, glancing down at you and chuckling. "You're fast, you on the track team?"

"Oh, please, you should be fast when running from the law, shouldn't you?"

"Knew I liked you," he barked in humor. "C'mon, love, 's a nice night, innit it?"

"Nice night for what? Breaking laws?"

"Well, yeah, but I meant for a walk," he mused, walking backwards, snagging both your hands in his to pull you off the wall you were hiding behind. "It's a bit of a hike back to campus, might as well make the most of it," he smiled, turning to keep pace beside you with his arm around your waist. "Not every night I get t'walk in the moonlight with a beautiful lass."

You pulled his arm up to your shoulders again, holding his waist comfortably, and being as you weren't familiar with the area, trusting him to lead you back. After a beat, you admitted in a sigh, "You know, tonight wasn't what I expected and yet, it's exactly what I thought."

"Was it better or worse than you could've planned?"

You laughed, "Well, running from the cops wasn't on my bingo card."

"How's it feel? 'T be such a bad girl?"

"You tell me."

Felix laughed, "Ah, love, not my first time, but it's just as exhilarating."

"Jesus," you rolled your eyes in humor. "Not exactly what I wanted to hear, you having other run-ins with officers."

"Oh, you like it!"

"I might," you agreed, stepping onto the sidewalk of a main street. "Oh, shit, oh, my God!" You halted, looking nervous and frantic. "I left Polly! Fuck!"

"Nah, nah, nah, don't worry, love, I saw her leave earlier while we were dancing."

"Huh?"

"Yeah, she left with Johnny."

"Who the fuck is Johnny?"

He grinned, "Yeah, that's it, you're hanging with me from now on. We'll get you aquatinted with your classmates, yeah?"

"Maybe I have no want nor need to know people," you spoke softly. "I'm here for an education, not t’socialize."

"Doesn't hurt though, does it?"

"After tonight? I don't know if you can make that case."

"You seriously telling me you didn't have fun? Oh, sweetheart, that hurts. I'm hurt, honestly," he pouted dramatically, free hand to his heart; glittering gold ring winking at you under the street lamps.

"What's that?" You asked, alcohol making you easily distracted. He glanced at his hand and held it out for you, showing his ring. "What's the design? It's real pretty - didn't think I'd see it on a guy."

He chuckled, "Ah, it's a signet - my family's signet, actually."

"Jesus, I knew it," you groaned. "No way you were just a regular somebody! A bloody signet? What? Related t'the Queen, are yah?"

"No, not exactly," he snorted. "But my father is knighted..."

"Holy shit," you blinked. "What's that like?"

He looked down at you, brows slowly furrowing, "You really wanna know? Most people just, I don't know, kinda assume I'm rich and that's all there is to my life."

You felt a single pang of empathy, smiling up at him, "I really wanna know, Felix. C'mon, what's your family do? Both parents still alive? They still married? Where's home?"

For the entire walk back to campus, you and Felix talked as if old friends. Sure, you were getting to know each other, but it felt as if you'd known one another for ages by how easy it was to talk to him. And he seemed enthralled by your questions; wondering about his life, not just the pretty face he bore. Not just the money to his name. You seemed genuinely curious as to who "Felix Catton" was... Something he hadn't known his entire time at Oxford.

When you got back to your dorm, you felt sad by the idea of parting ways, something that genuinely shocked you. Yet the obscene sounds from behind the thin, wooden door alerted you to Polly and her guest, making you pause and sigh. "Well, that's awkward," you mused, leaning on the opposite wall. "Uh, thanks for walking me back, but I'm just gonna crash in the common room."

"Oh, bollocks to that, love," he shook his head, offering his hand again. "C'mon, you can crash with me."

"Hm, sounds sketchy."

"Oh? How's that?" He laughed.

"We just met!"

"C'mon, sweetheart, it's just a bed t'sleep in. Promise, nothing's gonna happen - even if you beg."

"Oh, what a gentleman," you laughed, much to his amusement. "All right, yeah... If I can borrow something to sleep in? Not entirely comfortable sleepin' in this..."

"I've gotcha," he nodded, leading you from your dorm and to his. Which, to your surprise, was the housing beside your own.

"Oh, Felix, NO!" You gaped when you entered his room. "Oh, darling, no, no, no, what's this?"

"It's not that bad - "

"No, I'm talking that!" You laughed, not phased by the mess, pointing to the Manchester football flag. "Don't tell me - "

"Nah, hey, don't do that, 's my father's team," he chuckled. "It reminds me to watch, gives us something t'talk about..."

You cooed, "Well, that's actually sweet of you. I guess I can let it slide."

"Oh, you're a saint."

He tossed you clean boxers and a tee shirt, letting you change in the adjoining restroom as he quickly changed in the bedroom. When you joined him again, you both got comfortable on the bed, but sleep evaded you... Leading into a long night of chatter, jokes, and establishing friendship that would eventually turn romantic.

But for that night, it was simple. It was easy. It was effortless.

You both crashed around 4 am, and when you woke the following afternoon, your head was on his chest, his arm tight around your waist, and there wasn't a single concern in your heart or head.

"Jesus, fuck," Felix groaned when he woke, tightening his arm to constrict you against his warm body on the teeny, tiny dorm bed. "Ah, Christ, remind me not t'drink again, yeah, love?"

"You and me, both," you grumbled, nestling closer.

He sighed, "Yah hungry?"

"A bit."

"Wanna go t'yours, change, get something t'eat?" He offered, rubbing your waist. "C'mon, my treat."

You lifted your head to check his bedside clock, grunting as you laid back down, "It's past noon."

"So? Stomachs don't open or close."

You let your chin prop on his chest, smiling, "Food sounds nice."

He nodded, eyes once more dancing between yours. "Know, you look real good in my clothes. Might have t'let you keep it."

"Much appreciated, pretty boy. C'mon, food helps with the hangover, doesn't it?"

"Very much," he nodded, reaching for his cigarettes. "Hmm?" He offered.

"Mhm," you accepted, both settling on your backs, but he pulled you in close to light your stick. "You always like this?" You whispered, smoking swirling in the air above you.

"What's that?"

"Charismatic?"

"Ah, if I could turn it off... Well, bein' honest, I wouldn't."

"Oh, shove off," you both laughed lightly at your words, looking up at him. He seemed ethereal in the morning light, and then - it happened. He set his cigarette to an ashtray to free his hand, caressing your cheek and making you go still.

"Would you think less of me if I kiss you?"

"I'd think less if you didn't, I think..."

He smirked and curled over, lips finding yours in a searing, breathtaking kiss that tasted like the previous night's alcohol. Yet he still tasted so pleasantly spicy and unique, making you inhale sharply and hold onto the back of his neck to keep him close. He hummed lightly, tongues swirling like the smoke that still hung in the air, and when he pulled back, again, you both just laughed lightly before he was swooping in for another kiss.

It was like I said... Simple, easy, effortless.

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DAY 01 | A COMPLETE MESS

PAIRING: han jisung x reader

GENRE: fluff, maybe a bit of angst? not really tho

WC: 0.94k

CW: nothing i think, felix featured for like two seconds

PROMPT: "falling for their best friend. stupid, i know. i mean, who does that?" "i did"

the first story is here! i don't even know what happened here but this was born at one am, so that should be self explanatory lol. enjoy reading <3

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“I got this,” you said to yourself, pacing in front of the boys’ dorm. Today was the day you decided to finally do it - to finally confess to Jisung. It had been too long, and the pining was getting more and more useless with every passing day. You knew he would never love you back; otherwise, the other boys would have said something by now. You knew you were in for a rejection, but you were tired of hopelessly longing. And it was better for everybody to let yourself be officially rejected and move on.

Your hand reached for the door handle. Your fingers brushed against the cold metal, and you gripped the handle, taking a deep breath. “Nope, I don't get this,” you decided in a split second, suddenly panicking. You let go of the door and turned around, fully intending to march down the hall back to Seungmin to tell him you failed and maybe to cry a little. Seungmin gave good hugs, so you would be okay.

Unfortunately for you, at that moment the apartment door opened and Felix appeared in the hallway. “Hi! Coming to see Jisung?” He greeted you in English, giving you the signature Felix sunshine smile.

You could but dumbly nod. “Yeah, that's what I'm here for. I need to talk to him,” you ended up saying. You probably sounded too serious, because Felix's smile fell for a moment. He composed himself soon enough, though, linking his arm with yours and not giving you the chance to ponder his reaction. He led you inside almost ceremoniously, just like a king would his queen. Felix released you once you stood in front of Jisung's door.

“Well, I'm off to see Channie-hyung. Be nice to Sungie, please. It was hard for him to do,” Felix said, squeezing your shoulder gently as a form of goodbye. Then he rushed off in the direction you came from, leaving you to stand there utterly confused. 

What did Felix mean by “it was hard for him”? You haven't seen or heard from Jisung for the last two days. And as far as you knew, Stray Kids were on break before comeback season. And knowing Jisung, his plan on how to spend his breaks included exactly three activities: watching anime with Minho, hanging out with you, and occasionally working on some songs. And neither of those things has ever been "hard", so what the hell was Felix on about? 

Lost in your thoughts and theories, you somehow missed that the little blonde gremlin knocked on the door. So you got properly startled when it opened with a click and Jisung's head peaked out. “What are you doing here?” he asked, genuinely surprised.

“Oh, is it a bad time?” you asked anxiously, even the last bits of confidence and determination to confess crumbling down. “I can come back different-”

“No!” Jisung all but yelled. “I mean, no, stay. I actually want to talk about something,” he said, after making sure none of his members were coming to scold him for yelling. 

“Okay,” you smiled. “I wanted to talk to you too, so..." You left the sentence unfinished, letting Jisung take the lead. And he did. Jisung grabbed your arm and dragged you to his room without saying another word. Immediately after closing the door, he apologized, reasoning his behavior by not wanting the members who might be inside the dorm to know you're here. 

“So, can I-” you both said at the same time. Your eyes met, and the laugh both of you let out was nothing short of awkward. This was it, you thought. I'm going to tell him.

“You go first,” you encouraged him as he averted his gaze. You weren’t sure if you would still have the confidence after letting him speak first, but you would manage. It was better to let Jisung talk first; otherwise, he might get too nervous to speak. 

“Okay,” Jisung murmured. "I wanted to tell you, but I never found the courage to, until Felix bullied me into it this morning." He laughed, short and forcibly, to alleviate the heaviness of the situation. Jisung began pacing in front of his bed, not being brave enough to look you in the eyes. “So you know how I usually do a lot of stupid things? Well… I might have done the dumbest one yet. I kinda… accidentally... fell in love. With... with you, I mean. And it's super cliché, I know. I mean, falling for your best friend, who does that?” He chuckled, but it was very clear he's faking it. 

You stood there completely in shock. Did you hear that right? He actually loved you back. Your heart did a little happy dance at his words. So that was what Felix meant. He thought Jisung had already confessed, and that was why you came to the dorm. Which was when you remembered you still needed to tell him. Jisung was beginning to ramble, and that was never a good sign. You quickly reached for his hands, stopping him from fidgeting. “Jisung. Jisung, it's okay. I did that too.” You whispered the last part, but your words were still loud and clear for him. Jisung slowly looked up, finding your eyes. 

“I'm… I'm your best friend,” he said, so quietly that if it weren’t for your close proximity, you wouldn't have heard him. You smiled and nodded, confirming his suspicion. “Can I..." he asked. It was an invitation rather than a question, and despite leaving the statement open, you both knew what he meant.

“Yes,” you breathed out as his lips pressed to yours. 

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Falling Fast pt 4

Wednesday Addams x Reader

Word count: 4.1k

Notes: Hellhound reader, slight angst, spoilers for Wednesday, the next part will likely be the last, a lot happens in this part

Summary: Wednesday's surprise party seems to leave a negative trickle down effect in all of her relationships. She thinks she's destined to be alone, but that just doesn't make her happy like it used to. Luckily for her, Y/n won't let her be alone.

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Y/n cared dearly for her friend Enid. The blonde was responsible for equating her with Wednesday, and she would be forever grateful for that. As a token of her gratitude, she tried her best to support Enid in her schemes as she would support Wednesday. However, though Enid's plans were much more tame than Wednesday's, Y/n was unsure of their success rate.

" Enid, I don't think she's going to like this very much."

" Who doesn't like surprise parties?" Ajax questions aloud.

" Wednesday doesn't like surprises. She thinks the cheap thrill of a mediocre adrenaline rush is a waste," Y/n had recited what the girl had told her verbatim.

" She's going to love it, I just know it. She's never had something like this before. Now you guys hide while I go get her."

Enid went to get Wednesday, leaving Y/n with the other Nevermore students.

" So what'd you get her?" Xavier asked, his interest in the topic had underlying intentions.

" Something only I could give to her. Something entirely too personal for me to share with anyone that is not her," Y/n didn't even bother to look at the boy.

She hadn't given Wednesday her gift yet. It wasn't finished. There were parts of it she didn't like and had to fix before showing the girl.

Y/n had composed a melody for Wednesday on her violin. She had been practicing nonstop, but every time she played it she found a new thing that she didn't like, causing her to revise it time and time again.

Even now, sitting in a room full of people she was thinking of ways to tweak the song.

Wednesday and Enid enter the tomb. Everyone waits for the signal, Thing is perched on Y/n's shoulder wearing a festive birthday hat.

Y/n whispers," You are going to be in so much trouble."

Thing gestures at you, but it's hard to know what he means in the dark.

Xavier and Enid are the first to start the happy birthday song. Enid holds out the cake and Y/n watches as her girlfriend circles through her entire emotional spectrum in a matter of seconds.

Wednesday's eyes land on Y/n, more specifically her shoulder where Thing is perched and conducting the singing youth.

They all try and fail to get Wednesday's appreciation, let alone her attention. She's drawn to the script inside the tomb that reads something similar to what was burned in the lawn.

Y/n springs into action once she sees the girl is having a vision. She catches the girl before her body hits the floor.

" Is now a bad time to cut the cake?" Ajax speaks up.

Y/n rolls her eyes," You guys can stay here and party or whatever. I'm taking Wednesday to her room. At least the uncomfortable feeling will be familiar to her there."

The hellhound exits with her girlfriend in her arms. She doesn't notice Enid on her coattails until they are closer to campus.

" Do you think it could've gone worse?"

" Did everyone leave with the limbs they entered with?"

" Yes?" Enid says curiously.

" Then yes, it could've gone way worse," Y/n smiles, grateful as Enid opens the door so that Y/n can lay Wednesday on her bed.

Once Wednesday is on her bed, Y/n turns to leave, but Enid stops her.

" Do you think she'll like this gift?"

To Y/n it looks like a black mess of yarn. She's not entirely sure what it is," Did you make it for her ?"

" Yes, and I have a pink one to match," Enid nearly bounces as she speaks.

" Lead with that, and she will take it gratefully."

Enid wrapped Y/n in a bone crushing hug," Thanks Y/nn you're the best."

Y/n chuckles," You're welcome, Enid."

After that interaction, Y/n left. She went to practice the song she had written for Wednesday. She tried a few new chords and progressions, but every time she heard something she didn't like, she'd start over.

At some point in the day, she expected that Wednesday would stop by and see her. It was usual for the girl to do so, but she never came by. Y/n sought her out, but it seemed like everywhere she went, she had just missed the girl.

She didn't find Wednesday until she had given up on her search. It was when she finally decided to head back to her room, she found Wednesday asleep in her bed.

A soft smile cascaded over Y/n's features. She's quick to change into her sleepwear and climb into the bed with her girlfriend. Y/n leaves some space between them, but not before placing a gentle kiss on the sleeping girl's hand.

" Happy birthday, Wednesday."

When Y/n woke up the next morning, Wednesday wasn't in the bed next to her. Instead, she found a note on her bedside table.

Accompany me tonight. I'm close to putting this mystery to bed. Outside the campus gates, 6pm.

-Yours, Wednesday

Y/n shook her head with the ghost of a smile on her lips," My girl."

At 6pm promptly, Y/n was waiting at the campus gates for Wednesday to arrive. Y/n wasn't surprised to see Wednesday and Enid approaching her.

" Y/n! You're joining us for girl's night?"

Y/n's eyes cut to Wednesday, who avoids her gaze.

" I guess I am."

Y/n and Enid hop into the backseat of the car that's waiting for them, while Wednesday gets in the front. The violinist frowns when she sees the sheriff's son in the driver seat.

" Wait, he's our uber driver?"

" Uber driver? I thought we were going on a date."

Y/n glares at Tyler," Date?"

" There's been a change of plans."

It takes everything in Y/n to bite her tongue. She doesn't say anything, but gets out of the car. She is quick to slam the car door and walk back in the direction of campus.

" Y/n, wait!"

She stops walking, but doesn't turn to face Wednesday.

" Why'd you let him think this was a date?"

" I was never going to go on an actual date with him. Do you think so little of me?"

Y/n turns to face the pigtailed girl," You don't get to pull that with me Wednesday. We're dating, I'm not delusional like those boys, you like me. I'm your girlfriend. I know your sense of society is warped, and I love that about you. But, you know what you did was wrong-"

" I didn't mean any-"

" I know you didn't mean any harm, Wednesday. But agreeing to go on dates with other people is fucked up, and you know that," Y/n cuts the girl off, her voice giving out towards the end.

" It's for the greater good," Wednesday stands her ground.

Y/n walks away from the girl," How hard is it to ask for a ride, without a date?"

The girl doesn't say anything else, she just storms up to her room for the rest of the night.

She doesn't do much but move around her room thinking about the argument. She was hurt that Wednesday, so simply agreed to go out with Tyler for a ride. Even if she had no intentions of being with the boy, a heads-up would've been nice.

If this was anyone else, Y/n would've considered it an act of cheating. However, she knew Wednesday, her loyalty would never allow for something like that. She just wished the girl would've realized what she was doing was wrong, sooner.

Her anger was easily replaced by hurt. Tears were pricking her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Wednesday wouldn't be crying if it were her, instead, she'd probably be somewhere plotting a murder.

She didn't know how long she was alone for when there was a heavy pounding on the door. Reluctantly she opened the door, Enid stormed past her with an overnight bag in her hand.

" I'm staying here until your girlfriend learns to appreciate me. She almost killed us all, how can she be so selfish. I just-"

" You left her alone?" Y/n questions, not in an accusatory way, just out of genuine curiosity.

" She wanted to be alone, so I let her be alone," Enid responds, plopping on the empty bed across from Y/n's.

Y/n let's out a rough breath as her hands come over her face. She then grabs her violin case and makes her way to exit the room.

" Where are you going?"

She sighs once more," Well, someone has to be there for her, right? I know she's rough around the edges, but I love her."

Enid's eyes widen, but she doesn't comment any further as Y/n makes her way towards Wednesday's room. She knocks softly, but there's no answer. She lets herself in the room.

Y/n found her girlfriend sitting with her knees scrunched up to her chin, on the cold wooden floor. Her gaze was set on the tip of her knees.

The hellhound didn't say anything. Instead, she sat down next to the girl, crisscross applesauce. She offered Wednesday her hand.

Wednesday stared at the hand before her eyes met Y/n's. It was apparent that the Addams was on the brink of tears. She was trying her damndest to hold them back.

One falls through the cracks. She is quick to turn her head away in embarrassment and harshly wipe at her face with her sleeve.

Y/n grabs her sleeve," You're going to rub your eye out if you use that much force."

" I suppose Enid came to your room," Wednesday spoke flatly.

" She did," Y/n answers back.

Wednesday almost frowns, but she doesn't," Goody told me I was destined to be alone in my vision. I think she might have been correct. I've pushed away everyone that has learned to put up with my... social abnormalities."

Y/n stands from her spot next to Wednesday. She picks up her violin and bow. For a moment it's silent, but then she begins to play.

The melody comes off softly at first. It's slow, meticulous, and dramatic, like Wednesday. Then much like her melody during their first encounter, she took a sharp turn of her bow.

The tempo of the song intensified. What was a slow-paced intro turned into a fast, intricate song. Y/n put everything into it. Her eyes closed and her brow furrowed. Even her breathing picked up.

When it was over. Her eyes shot open to look at Wednesday.

" I wrote that for you, for your birthday. Wednesday, I'm not going to let you be alone. Even when you're pushing me away, or when we're fighting, or anything. I told you I'll stand by you as you fight your battles, and I meant it."

Wednesday's eyes were bright for the first time. She stayed in the same position, eyes locked on Y/n.

" I love you."

" Wednesday-"

She was quick to her feet, face to face with Y/n," I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. You ignite this fire inside of me that I have vehemently denied existed for years. You make me understand my parents' relationship. An undying, unchallenged, unfiltered, raw air of emotions takes over me when I am with you. Cara mia, if fate destined for me to live my life alone mere months ago, I wouldn't have cared at all. However now, the thought of you terrifies me and not in a good way. I know I'm flawed, and I can't promise you rapid change, but I swear that I will learn how to love you, the way you were meant to be loved."

It was Y/n now that had tears running down her face. Wednesday was careful to wipe them away, her hand resting on Y/n's cheek.

" I love you too."

Wednesday's arms shot around the back of Y/n's neck, pulling the girl into her. Their lips crashed together. Inexperience didn't matter to either of them, passion fueled their every movement.

Y/n didn't want to breathe. She didn't care for air as long as she had Wednesday flush against her in this manner. She would've gladly been suffocated by Wednesday's lips.

Wednesday breaks the kiss," Stay."

Y/n holds the girl's face in her hands," I wasn't planning on going."

Wednesday seems to take comfort in this answer. She pulls back from Y/n trying to collect herself. She clears her throat as her eyes go back to their normal indifferent state," You could sleep in Enid's bed if that suits you."

Y/n smirks before plopping down on Wednesday's bed," I think I'm quite comfortable right here. Besides, I think you owe me for last night. You slept in my bed, so it's only fair that I lay in yours, don't you think?"

Wednesday strides over to the edge of her bed and sits down timidly," I suppose it is."

Y/n softens," Lay with me, my love."

With faux-reluctance, Wednesday crawls up the bed, and lays next to Y/n. She's closer than Y/n expected she would be, that makes her smile.

" Is this to your liking?" Wednesday mumbles.

" I wouldn't mind if you were closer, but I know that pushin-"

Wednesday pulls the girl into her. Her arm drapes around Y/n. The girl's front was to Y/n's back.

" Is this better?" Wednesday's voice is a whisper as she speaks.

" It's perfect, Wednesday."

There was nothing left to say for the night. They both had laid their cards on the table for the other to see. Fears they had dissipated and multiplied at the same time.

They had each other and if they had a say in it, they wouldn't lose each other. However, both girls knew fate to be cruel. They knew that at any given moment they could be ripped away from each other.

The truth they were seeking had danger embedded into it. The hyde was more dangerous than had ever been, and so was whoever ran over the mayor. Foul play was afoot and no one was safe.

Y/n woke with panic when she didn't feel Wednesday at her side. She was able to relax when she saw the girl sitting at her typewriter. Y/n got out of the bed and padded over to the girl.

" One of these days, you're going to let me wake up next to you," she said, peering over Wednesday's shoulder.

" Someone is watching me," Wednesday says.

Y/n squints at the pictures on the desk. They are all images of her girlfriend throughout her time in Jericho. It was strange and it alarmed Y/n.

She grabbed one of the pictures and lifted it to her nose," There's no scent on it. I think they wanted you to find these."

" I feel like death is trying to lure me in," Wednesday's focus remains on the pictures.

" I would back him into the deepest corner of hell before I ever let him get near you."

Wednesday's lips twitch as if she was going to smile, but she doesn't," We need to figure out 1 of two things, to end this once and for all. Who is the hyde ? And who is its master?"

That was easier said than down. The investigation didn't progress much when the town was informed of the mayor's death. Wednesday believed there was foul play at hand, so did Y/n. The mayor was expected to survive the accident. This was a sudden downward spiral of events.

The funeral was quick and sorrowful as ever. After the funeral, Y/n saw her girlfriend running after a figure in the distance. She debated on chasing after the girl for a moment, before taking off.

When she caught Wednesday, Y/n was introduced to Fester. The man seemingly had knowledge on the hyde. He gave the two of them key information that would prove to be beneficial later on.

Fester was the one that suggested that he and Wednesday have some one-on-one time while sneaking into the school's secret library. Wednesday almost protested, but Y/n encouraged her to go.

" Would you check on Enid? I bet this whole thing has her in a tizzy."

Y/n smiles," You're going to have to apologize to her, you know?

Wednesday huffs and takes off with Fester. Y/n return to campus to find Enid in her bed with a pile of blankets over her.

" Wednesday misses you," Y/n says, sitting on the edge of her bed.

Enid turns dramatically," Good. Maybe she'll start to appreciate everything I've done for her."

" She appreciates it, in her own Enid. She's just not used to this. Wednesday hasn't ever had friends, this is her first time. She doesn't know the rules yet. What she does know, even if it's hard for her to express, is that she cares about you."

" You're just saying that because she's your girlfriend," Enid sits up and crosses her arms over her chest.

" Last night, Wednesday told me she loves me and let me cuddle her with no fuss. She's trying her be-"

" SHE DID WHAT?" Enid pops out of bed, energetic as ever. Her hands wave frantically as her eyes widen in shock.

" OMG. Wednesday is capable of love and not only that, but physical contact too," Enid's mind seems to be blown.

" Yes, she is. Now, I know she secretly wants you to move back in with her."

Enid tries to sound indifferent," Why would I do that?"

Y/n answers truthfully," Because you guys just work. It's like a weird friendship anomaly."

That's all it takes for Enid to grab her things and head back to her room with Wednesday.

With the room back to her own, Y/n began slowly pacing. She was trying to piece the mystery together in her mind. While Wednesday had her suspicions about Xavier being the hyde, Y/n was unconvinced. The hound in her knew the hyde, she had fought it before.

She was up close and personal with the beast, and the hellhound was telling her that it wasn't Xavier. She tried to dive into the hound's memories.

She was able to pick up flashes, but not the whole picture. There was something else under the memory flashes. There was a feeling, a drop in the pit of her stomach, when she had been around the monster.

She had felt it before. Her body had reacted similarly before, but she couldn't place who was causing the feeling.

Y/n's thoughts are interrupted by a rapid knocking on her door. It was her girlfriend.

" Xavier's been arrested for the murders. I feel as though I have to relay this message to Tyler, will you accompany me."

Y/n nods," Are you sure it's Xavier?"

" Do you doubt me, mi querida?"

Y/n shrugs a bit," Something feels off about this Wednesday. I think Xavier is too obvious. Of course with his drawing there's already an intense focus on him. Add in his infatuation with you, there seems to be an incomplete motive."

" Who else could it be?"

Y/n thinks as hard as she can. Nothing clicks into place, but an idea pops up in her head.

" The hound knows who it is. How can I have been so daft? It knows it's scent, it knows it's blood, and with my body has been alerting I think it can find the hyde regardless of its form."

Wednesday tilts her," You want to turn into the hound and have a scavenger hunt for our perpetrator."

Y/n nods," I don't care much for Xavier, but I think he's innocent. This is the only lead we have."

" What if it leads us to Xavier?" Wednesday proposes.

" Then you were right."

The girl's exit Nevermore together, a strong type of anxiety in both of their chests. As soon as they were past the school's boundaries, Y/n began to shift.

Once the girl transformed into the large dog, she crouched for Wednesday to get on her back.

Wednesday climbed onto the hound, hand gently scratching it's next," Find the hyde, but stay in the shadows if you can. I don't want a repeat of the last time you entered Jericho."

The hound growled lowly before sniffing the air. Its ears perked up once it caught the familiar scent. Unsurprisingly, it took off in the direction of Jericho.

As the hound, Y/n was only focused on the smell of the hyde and the feeling she got when it was near. The closer they got to Jericho, the more intense the feeling.

When the hound stopped, it was at the edge of the woods, scared to step into the town. The eyesight of the animal was almost beyond compare. This was as close as it needed to be to see inside the town.

Its eyes stopped searching when it landed on a small coffee shop, with a boy inside of it. A boy Y/n and Wednesday were quite familiar with. Then Y/n felt it, the pit of her stomach. The insurmountable amount of dread coursing through her body.

It was enough to make her shift back into Y/n. Her eyes were still focused on the boy in the distance. They had flames in them, burning more intensely than Wednesday had ever seen.

" Who is it?"

" It's Tyler, he's the hyde. That's why that feeling is so familiar to me. The hound recognizes his scent every time he's around. It knew what he really was."

Wednesday didn't miss a beat," I'm going to talk to him. To see if I can catch him a lie. Anything, to discredit his character."

Y/n tenses slightly, Wednesday sees it. Her hand finds Y/n's," He won't hurt me, there's too many people around."

" I'm keeping watch," Y/n says, with no room for argument.

The girls enter the town and head towards the coffee shop. Wednesday is the one to enter the shop while Y/n hides behind the cars across the street.

Y/n watches as the two talk. Tyler's proximity to Wednesday makes her blood boil. It seems like he's getting closer and closer to the girl. Y/n sees Wednesday backing away from him. It's too late. He has trapped against a wall. His movements aren't menacing, and Y/n tries to take comfort in the fact that Wednesday can handle herself.

However, it seems to catch both of the girls off guard when Tyler kisses Wednesday. The pigtailed girl is quick to shove him off of her and wipe her mouth in disgust. There's yelling as Wednesday exits the shop. Tyler calls after her, but she just keeps walking.

Y/n wants nothing more than to go into the shop and fight the boy. Her thoughts begin to fill with violent imagery of the hound ripping the boy's throat out. A growl slips past her lips, but she holds back.

Though she feels like steam is coming out of her ears, she quickly realizes that she needs to go after Wednesday.

It doesn't take long for her to catch up to the girl.

" You were right, it's him. I saw it in my vision."

Y/n's tone is serious," That's good, now I have another reason to want to kill him."

" I pushed him away," Wednesday states.

" I know," Y/n was still fighting to keep the hound dormant.

" Your lips are the only pair that I want on mine, cara mia," Wednesday says in an effort to calm her girlfriend.

Y/n takes a deep breath," I know, he just shouldn't have done that. I'm not worried, though, I will get my hands on him."

" We have to free Xavier."

Y/n nods," We need to tell the sheriff and Weems."

Wednesday tacts on," And we still need to find out who is controlling Tyler."

" It has to be Laurel Gates," Y/n offers.

" I thought Laurel was Dr. Kinbott, but now I'm not certain. It seems like we solve one part of the mystery and more layers unravel," Wednesday says.

" It's like a crescendo of a symphony, everything is being thrown at us at once."

" The plateau is approaching quickly. When it's all said and done, only two members of the orchestra will be ready to receive the standing ovation," Wednesday strings along a metaphor.

" The violinist and the cellist," Y/n completes Wednesday's metaphor.

" Precisely."

With everything in full swing, the girls set out to put this case to rest for once and for all. The final performance is upon them, they can feel it. They are ready for the big reveal, confident in their abilities. Y/n and Wednesday are ready.

It's time to end it, once and for all.

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♥️ Love is in the air~ ♥️

Reader x Yandere boys, Valentine headcanon's + drabble's

Words : 1K

Yandere's featured here :

- Alan [@hatchetmanofficial]

- Keith & Tenebris [@dualityvn]

- Casanova [@cannibalsweetheart]

- Friend [@stnaf-vn]

- Robin [@turnthepagevn]

A/N: While all of these characters have a drabble I'm not that confident in the Friend & Robin one I wrote ^^" I'm still trying to learn more about Friend and Robin but for now I will see this as a small test, so sorry if they are OOC

Also happy Valentines! Who needs a partner when you can have cheap chocolate the next day and yandere boyfriends >:3c

🪓🦌 Alan Orion 🦌🪓

• Instead of buying you chocolates or a bouquet of flowers he whittled a wooden heart locket for you with a love message on the back.

• Prepared a picnic under the starry night near the river where a lot of animals come by to drink or rest.

• He would be over the moon if you gave him chocolate filled with honeycomb.

[Drabble]

Pointing at the diffrent animals, Alan's head rested on your shoulder as he whispered facts about them. Whenever your eyes met you could see his love & devotion glistering in his eyes.

One of Alan's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Yes, you're sure that this is where you belong, next to your beloved Hatchet Man.

🪴🌹 Keith 🌹🪴

• Makes his own chocolate in the shapes of roses, if you like white chocolate he will even dye them red with green leafs.

• Takes you to a botanique garden, pointing at flowers that remind him of you before revealing their meaning. He also brought a cute, little lunchbox with food that you can share.

• At home you would be pulled into a comfy, cuddle session, while he showers you in kisses and tells you how lucky he is to have you by his side.

• He gives you a bouquet of flowers, it contains red, white (and even a black) Rose, red & white Carnations, pink Asters, magenta Zinnia's, Heliotropes, Hyssops, Sweet Pea's and White Gardenia's.

[Rough Meaning : Sweet love but also eternal obsessive, he will shower you in long lasting affection & won't ever forget you. You make him happy and he's willing to sacrifice anything to stay by your side since you're perfect in his eyes]

[Drabble]

A hand runs through your hair, sweet nothings are whispered into your ear, followed by a kiss on your cheek.

Flowers from the bouquet are tucked behind your ear as you return his affection through kisses, nuzzles and whispered praise.

Causing him to blush as your fingers intertwined at last.

🎮🌹 Tenebris 🌹🎮

• Failed at making chocolate so he just decorated the cupcakes with it, some slightly resemble those cute animal cupcakes. Just with very melted faces and wonky chocolate ears.

• Tenebris plays a love song that he composed for you on his guitar. If you praise him for it he will blush.

• Doesn't really get why valentines is that important to some people. He also buys the chocolate the next day when it's on sale & shares some of it with you.

• Thought the mistletoe tradition was also used on valentines day. He was very disappointed & confused when he learned that it's a Christmas exclusive thing. ("But it's all about kissing and Valentines is all about this shit! Your kind is really confusing, y'know that?")

[Drabble]

You two sat on the ground, backs leaning against the couch as the sound of button mashing echoed in the room.

Curses, popcorn and the occasional tease were thrown around. A few kisses were thrown in to distract the other from winning the game.

Of course, this lead to where you two are currently now; on the ground, laughing, arms wrapped around each other as Tenebris purrs in delight.

🫀 Casanova🫀

• Will bring you still beating human hearts instead of chocolates. One heart has a love message carved into it but you can barely read it with how mutilated it looks.

• Cooked a fancy dinner for you two, the table would be covered in rose petals with candles illuminating the room.

• Casanova would swoon [And be his overdramatic-self] over whatever gift you give him. Get ready to be praised, hugged and kissed, for best results get him a red & black coloured fancy knife tho.

• If you ever hinted (be it serious or jokingly) interest in owning a chainsaw he would get you a custom one, so that you two could match.

[Drabble]

Sitting next to a grave wasn't what others or you yourself would call romantic. But Casanova just knew how to change that.

Sitting on one of the Valentine gravestone's you listened to him, serenading a love song to you, his duo-coloured eyes never leaving yours.

Fiddling with the onyx ring on your finger, you slowly reached out to him. Silencing him with a kiss.

💛 Friend 💛

• Brings you your favourite sweets in a custom made box [tri-coloured like his shirt with stickers of your favourite animal/s on the box.] Which a custom, self-made plush swan is holding onto.

• Friend will take you to the cat café where you confessed to each other. He orders the valentine special, which is a strawberry milkshake with two straws and a plate full of diffrent sweet treats to share. [He will try to feed you and if you refuse he will pout, if you do feed him he will be happy but alsontease you.]

• Don't joke about marrying him on valentines, he will go and buy a ring if he doesn't have one already waiting in his pocket.

[Drabble]

Friend nuzzled his cheek against your neck, arms wrapped around your waist as he looked towards you.

Pink glowing eyes were reflecting the love he held for you. Such a deep love that simply couldn't be explained by mere words.

With a teasing grin, he took a bite out of the treat you held. Licking his lips as he whispered into your ear.

"As sweet as these are, I much prefer to take a bite out of you, Sweetheart.~"

📖 Robin 📖

• Made a reservation at a restaurant so you could share a classic romantic meal together, dance on the roof under the moonlight and share a special moment fit to be in a romance movie.

If you prefer an at home date, he would of course spoil you with a home-made meal & cuddles in his semi-eldritch/human form.

• His gift to you besides the classic flowers, jewellery, chocolate (made by Ellie because his somehow caught fire and almost burned down his kitchen.) Is a book he wrote for you, filled with every reason why he loves you and hopes that you stay with him until time itself ends.

• Would love to get a book you wrote yourself in return. He would treasure it and keep it somewhere safe, not wanting to risk it getting damaged by anyone.

[Drabble]

The moonlight shone down upon you two, candles burned gently as the wind rushed through your hair. As you took a sip of your drink your eyes locked onto Robin.

Who sat there silenty, skimming through the book you gave him before suddenly closing it. Grabbing your hand he placed a kiss on each knuckle, whispering a gentle promise against your hand.

"I will treasure this gift like I treasure you, my beloved.~"

#my dear hatchet man #duality game #cannibal sweetheart #stnafgame #turn the page vn #casanova valentine #stnaf friend #robin adler #duality keith #duality tenebris #mdhm alan #alan orion #mdhm #stnaf #see thru need a friend #happy valentine's day #my writing

[tenshi-agerasia]

who would the minions serve in the ensemble stars universe

the ensemble stars x minions analysis that nobody asked for, under the cut

okay so minions want to serve the most powerful (and evil) guy in the area/time they're in

if they enrolled at yumenosaki prior to the ! era they'd have been looking for a master and might've even worked under shu/valkyrie, who was the top unit at that time

"Imagining shu leading the fucking minions is horrifying"

[shu voice] come, my brethren, and let us engage in performance arts

nazuna and mika are very confused

actually mika would like them i think

but when the first revolution/war began, the minions would've caught sight of exfine and eichi

as exfine rose through the ranks and defeated the eccentrics eichi became immensely famous, and i think at least a third of the minions would serve him just because of this

eichi is easily entertained by them

they piss off keito

hiyori is very biased and can tell each minion apart

he names them things like Flowery One and Revolting One

nagisa does not understand what a minion is

tsumugi can fucking communicate in minionese

that's part of the reason natsume hates him so much. he can understand them and talk to them and it's horrifying

if the minions were to see eichi's actual plans on the surface level, that would be enough for them to see as evil

there's also the possibility that some minions might see eichi as "good" and exfine as heroes so they'd turn to serve the eccentrics instead

the minions don't harass rei because he scares them

they think he'd eat them

natsume does not like these little freaks

kanata has fun with them because i'm pretty sure they can't drown

if they can. well rip

chiaki hypes them up :)

but as far as i've seen in the minions franchise they prefer more powerful figures, and the eccentrics at that time were ostracized

and during the ! era trickstar revolution, eichi is definitely more of a villain character so the minions would attempt to help him

and then accidentally screw him over

wataru would love the minions

they're like tomoyas and little watarus to him

tori would absolutely hate them

he punts one when eichi isn't looking

yuzuru is indifferent but he likes having some help

trickstar is Very Conflicted

subaru and the minions would love each other

hokuto despises everything that they stand for

mao is like. huh. ok.

makoto "eek!"s at the sight of one

in !! era, eichi is less of a hero/villain/morally grey guy and just A Girl . at this point the remaining minions under him would either stay or find a new master, possibly gatekeeper

the minions piss him off very effectively

after kohaku beats up gatekeeper or whatever they start to follow him instead

"i imagine [kohaku] showing rinne and rinne shakes one to death or something"

niki would absolutely wonder what they taste like

himeru talks to the minions

"himeru is confused" "bwahaha!! barosoeflksernuina" "himeru does not like you very much"

yknow how ibara has mouse drones and mayoi keeps destroying them. yeah. that with the minions

ibara's upset that his spies are disappearing and he barges into mayoi's house and there's just a giant nest of minions

after meeting a minion midori's attempted murder count rises from 2 to 25

leo says he "feels inspired" by the minions and then composes the most shit song known to man

#keito's about to say something incredibly meaningful and deep to eichi and then a minion barges in #i like to imagine keito constantly getting screwed over by the minions #it's a one sided rivalry #they love him he hates them #enstars minions AU #that's a tag now #enstars #ensemble stars #minions #long post #eichi tenshouin #enstars war #a bit late but do you think the minions would form their own unit #shu itsuki #hiyori tomoe #tsumugi aoba #only gonna maintag people who get enough mentions in this #kanata shinkai #sillypost #wataru hibiki #enstars trickstar #trickstar #enstars gatekeeper #kohaku oukawa #himeru #a minion tells him in perfect human language “you are not himeru. kaname tojou is himeru. you are ⬛⬛” and he's like what the SHIT #nobody believes him when he tells this story #the minions try to get himeru and tatsumi to bond together #tatsumi brings them to church. they get called unholy #rinne amagi

[e-adlirez]

Trolls Band Together musical reading

Hiiiiiiiii so guess who got ratgrabbed and yanked down into the abyss yesterday as of the time I'm very impulsively writing this--

I went in not expecting much but a couple minutes in they were able to win me over with the plot and the surprisingly strong moral core despite the very simple narrative

And I dunno why (prolly because uh spoilers that I'll get into in a bit) but I wound up reading the movie through a musical lens, which is what this post is about :D

So if you haven't seen Trolls Band Together and don't think you want to (either because you're not optimistic due to the past two films or because you're by some chance a Disney elitist who's somehow trying to trick us into thinking Wish is somehow better than this banger), MAJOR SPOILERS for Trolls Band Together, you have been warned :]

Aight so the main reason I wound up with the music-based reading on first watch is because of the mention of the Perfect Family Harmony, which is what the protagonist boyband BroZone is trying really hard to hit, and I just so happen to be into music (I play drums :]) and just so happened to have been practicing harmonizing in recent times so I guess it lined up just enough for me to look at the film in a musical light, which was a lot of fun :3

Now, the plot of TBT is a very simple one: it's a big "hey guys how about we work together" kind of narrative, which we've seen before in every group-related franchise ever. However, the one thing that I found extremely fascinating was the fact that this story wasn't just being told by narrative, but by music. Specifically BroZone's harmonies and how they develop throughout the film :]

(Fair warning I'm not gonna be able to go Howard Ho levels of detailed, I don't even know how to distinguish chords by ear :'D I'm just gonna be talking about what I hear)

During the intro sequence, we see that John Dory (who I might end up calling JD for simplicity in this essay) has this thing about the Perfect Family Harmony (the PFH) and is trying to get his band to hit it. Obviously, his tactic for this is perfection and pushing his brothers to be perfect for the sake of hitting the PFH on their tour debut, and insisting that he takes the lead, which none of his brothers agree to while knowing that JD is not gonna be hearing any of their protests. This part is very important, because I'm sure that all musicians would know from rehearsals, if the group can't agree on whose lead to follow and wind up not listening to each other, the result is absolute chaos. Not literally as chaotic as BroZone's stage malfunction, but it do sound like that when none of the parts are working together :D

However uh, there's one thing I also want to point out with both BroZone's tour debut and when BroZone has their first full rehearsal together. When they sing their songs, the harmonies are very subdued and very simple, which is particularly shown in Perfect. There are very little facets to the harmonies, to the point where at any given bar in the performance, the line between backing vocals and main vocalists is extremely clear. The backing vocals even sound distinctly softer than whoever's leading at any given point, minus when the boys are singing in unison. Speaking of which, I could be wrong, but I think the parts in the song are like two at most and on occasion it's just the boys singing in unison? More musically attuned readers are free to correct me on that front, but that's what it sounds like to me.

Anyway the main point is, the brothers are forced to maintain these very fixed and restricting harmonies that more or less sound the same, and of course they are-- JD (if he composed the songs) wrote them and he insists that his brothers follow them to the letter, meaning they can't improvise or go beyond what we hear in the film. Granted it's prolly because of their specific genre of music and the fact that the boys are supposed to be teens at eldest and literally a baby at youngest, but the harmonies don't ever diverge or serve to give the song more layers. They remain exactly the same, more or less perfectly in unison, and even during their first group rehearsal with the band back together in (almost) full (could be wrong can't really relisten to that part of the movie rn), their harmonies are perfectly in unison but lacking in dimension, just like how they were during their disastrous concert.

In these, it is very clear that JD hasn't changed a single bit since the last his brothers saw him. He's still obsessed with the idea that he's the leader (even though a BroZone superfan like Poppy remembers him better as "the old one" and it even took her a bit to remember his part in the band), even though in reality, he's kinda nothing without the other members of the band. Which kiiiinddddaaaaaa shows seeing in Perfect his voice sounds very similar to Clay (I bet if I listened to the soundtrack first I wouldn't have been able to pick out JD's voice), and even his part in the PFH is the same as Floyd's.

As I mentioned earlier, due to the circumstances behind this extremely impulsive rant, I can't really check BroZone's first rehearsal after reuniting rn, but I bet it would've been the same case, because what I DO remember about that scene is that JD was being the same old JD, and everyone was trying to tell him that they've changed since they last saw him (contrast to him not changing a bit because he's trying to maintain that illusion of perfection he's been chasing this whole time). From what I remember, anyway, their harmonies were basically in the same boat as Perfect: clear, subdued, restrained against the singers' will to follow a lead vocalist at all times.

Now, we're gonna shift our gaze from the brothers for a second and take a look at the twins Velvet and Veneer. Yes they are iconic and yes their songs are iconic, but one thing I wanna point out is that when I first listened to Mount Rageous on the soundtrack, I had a really hard time picking out Andrew Rannell's voice because it was backing vocals-ing so hard that it was near impossible to not hear Brianna Mazzola's extremely dominant vocals (no hate to either, Brianna Mazzola SLAYED as Velvet), and the comments section of the video I was listening to for the soundtrack seemed to share my sentiments about wanting to hear more of Andrew Rannell, but hear me out:

We know from the film that Veneer is the nicer sibling. He's a material gworl with a heart and he genuinely doesn't like hurting Floyd, especially when you listen to how they address each other and converse with each other in the film. Now, seeing just how much on speaking terms Floyd and Veneer are on, how conflicted Veneer feels about keeping Floyd hostage and torturing him, and how Veneer is always worried about Floyd's health... it would make sense for Veneer to use Floyd's music essence or talents very sparingly, wouldn't it? With that, compare him to his diva sister Velvet, who squanders Floyd's essence even for dress rehearsals, and always sings for the back row and flexes as many riffs and runs and belts any and all opportunities she gets (hence why she CARRIES Mount Rageous). Makes Andrew Rannell's more subdued and in-the-background performance as Veneer more deliberate, doesn't it? :3 (Still wanna hear his voice more tho, it'd be nice to hear what Veneer can do on his own)

Something something the Veneer siblings are direct foils of BroZone something something Velvet is a direct foil for JD and Veneer is a direct foil to Floyd something something Rageous Twins-Floyd angst anyway back to the thesis of this thing--

Now, you'd think that JD keeps up his perfection shtick all the time, but he very obviously doesn't and it is shown first in his jam session with SpBruce and Branch in Bruce's family restaurant-cafe-lazy Susan thing, through the harmonies. At first I thought it was just because their voices had clearly matured since their childhood (which it partially is), but the other reason is the fact that their harmonies are so much fuller than they were in Perfect. They even give Pentatonix vibes in their little vocalizing bit, that's how full and multifaceted their harmonies are in the song; and the main reason is because in that jam session, everyone's in it just for fun, therefore everyone is free to add their little bit of vocal flavor into the song.

If you listen to JD and Bruce's harmonies in the chorus, you'll find that they sound more full and multilayered than ever in such a way that they didn't need five entire band members to pull off. And most importantly, the line between the leading vocals and the backing vocals are a little blurrier in the sense that leading and backing vocals for the most part are on the same volume, and they opt to sing a multilayered unison for when Poppy joins in, who is also adding her own mezzosoprano piece to the song and is given the room to do so. Everyone is given the room to do so-- Bruce's bass and Branch's tenor in particular get to shine while JD provides support with his baritone-- and of course they're given room for every single one of them to shine, because this isn't a concert, it's just a fun little jam sesh that also serves as a bet to showcase BroZone to Bruce's kids. It's ironic how the one time JD doesn't feel the need to be perfect, is the time you can really see why BroZone is such a good boyband that everyone fell in love with during their time.

Now, I did mention BroZone's first rehearsal (and I don't have much else to say about the rehearsal besides the fact that JD's obstinance means that they're doing a repeat of the tour debut), so I'll talk instead about the next time they manage to work (or in this case, sing) in harmony: A Better Place and its iconic pre-chorus.

Now, first of all I will mention the moment prior where the group has that little heart-to-heart about the PFH and how they don't need to be perfect to hit it, they just need to be together. While this is a very cheesy line, it's actually very true if you think about it from a technical musical perspective: when you're singing, you technically don't need to be perfect to sound good, and the same goes for if you're singing in a group. The most important thing about singing in a group is that you're all together, you're all on the same page, and you're all in agreement on who's going to take the lead for everyone to base their singing off of; and they have all three of those things. All of BroZone is together and able to communicate with each other, and they're all on the same page because they're all agreeing to follow Branch's lead. Ignore for a second the poeticism of Bitty B now taking up The Leader position in the vocals, the fact that the group was able to agree on who'll lead and who the others will listen to is not only a good showcase of what having a good team and leader is like, but also what it takes for a group to be able to sing together and not sound like a house of people trying to sing Happy Birthday. (It's also an achievement with this bunch but I digress.)

In A Better Place, we get to hear everyone put their own bits of harmonies into the song: we get to hear Clay's beautiful vocalizations in the pre-chorus and the chorus, Anna Kendrick joining in with her soprano is always a treat for the eardrums, Camila Cabello's improvisations are very tasteful, the LAYERS that make the pre-chorus so addicting to listen to, we even get to hear Crimp adding a bit of ukulele and it's very cute and she looks so happy you guys <:], Floyd's little vocalization at the end sounds heavenly even though the poor man hardly had anything left in him Lord bless him-- and under all of this, Branch's voice still sounds prominent enough to act as a baseline that doesn't overpower but ties all the other voices together, like a concertmaster of an orchestra being the one to set the pitch and make sure that everyone is on the same page. Everyone is listening to each other, everyone is adding their own flavor to the song, and everyone is in harmony.

Thank you for coming to my TEDTalk :3 if you managed to stick it out to the end then uh holy crap I commend you soldier, your brainrot must be as severe as the Trolls tag on Tumblr made yourselves out to be :D /j

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #brozone #one thing I'd also like to mention is that #velvet's vocals are so perfect for her character #she's a diva so she feels like her voice needs to be heard by everyone but her voice is cracky in song and in conversation #which could be an effect of her flexing “her” vocal talents every moment she gets to do so (which is every song) #and her physical vocal cords not being accustomed to all this exertion #wonder what throat lozenge brand is her fav if she does those at all #also also branch showing his abandonment issues by the van argument being an emotional repeat of the tour argument #to the point where he's in the exact same physical position he was in as bitty b that night #and he ends up calling all his brothers' asses out and leaves so he doesn't have to deal with the pain that will eventually come #when the bros return to their normal lives and leave each other again #and in branch leaving he gives them a taste of their own medicine and inflicts on them the same pain they inflicted on him when they left #abandonment issues </3 #ramble #rambles #and i don't mind if the world spins faste--

[readyforthegarden]

Silver Springs - Part Two

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Original Female Character

Synopsis: The year was 1976, the season was summer. The days were hot and the nights were hotter. Music was the best it had ever been, especially rock music. Sam Kiszka has been riding the high of being in one of the top bands on the scene, but when his bands tour is accompanied by another up-and-coming band, with a lead singer that gets on his very last nerve, will everything come crashing down or will they end up making music that changes the world?

Warnings: Smoking, drinking, drug use 18+ only, Minors DNI

A/N: Thank you to everyone for being so kind and interested in this fic!! I'm so happy to be writing for Sam and to be having such fun!! Now just a heads up, I am not trying to write original lyrics for this work it would take me years to write a single chapter, so we're gonna pretend that Fleetwood Mac doesn't exist in this universe because you're gonna see them a lot, okay? Okay lmao. I love you guys, enjoy!!

WC: 2610

🎶 🎶 🎶

Three yeas and one nay was all it took, and Harlow and the Blue Jean Babies were added to the billing of Greta Van Fleets summer of ’76 tour. Sam watched as their bus pulled into the parking lot of the first venue, looking like an aluminum can on wheels. It parked a few yards from where he leaned against his own, and he watched the door open and the band filter off. 

He watched the dark brown tip of a boot step down onto the pavement, followed by another one. His eyes traveled up tanned legs to cut off jean shorts, a plain white t-shirt tucked into them. Traveling up further, he met Harlow’s cheeky smile, an unlit cigarette hanging from her lips. Her eyes were hidden behind large aviator sunglasses. Instead of following the band to the venue, she looked over to Sam, beginning to walk over to him. When she was only a few feet from him, she paused, taking the cigarette from her mouth.

“Got a light?” Sam reached into the front pocket of his blue jeans, wrapping his fist around the cool brass zippo. His movement was smooth as he brought it up, flicking the lid back producing a flame with his thumb on the trigger so fast, Harlow’s eyes widened in shock when he held it closer to her face. Composing herself, she leaned in, letting the paper and tobacco catch, before leaning back again and taking a deep drag. “Thanks.”

“No one on your bus has a lighter?” Sam asked, hoping his slightly annoyed tone would cut her down a peg.

“They do.” she answered with a smile as she blew the smoke out the corner of her mouth. Sam stared at her, that same self-assured attitude she’d had a year ago was there in her smile, and all he wanted to do was wipe it right off of her face.

“I’m not interested, kid.” Sam sniffed indifferently, hoping another blow to her ego would do it.  “You’re not my type.”

“Who said I was interested in you?” Harlow tilted her head to the side, a raised eyebrow peeking from behind her shaggy bangs. “I just needed a light and the others were already far ahead of me.”

“Yeah, sure.” Sam rolled his eyes. “They were really running to get to the dressing room for that plate of room temperature salami.”

“Yeah, Billy is all about those cold cuts.” Harlow shrugged as she moved her arm out to her side, tapping ash off the end of her cigarette. “Don’t flatter yourself Samuel. I’m not one of your groupies.”

“Then why are you so persistent in bugging me, Brandy?” Harlow’s grin grew wider as she drew another breath from the cigarette. 

“So you do remember me.” she let out a soft laugh.

“It took a minute, but I do.” Sam admitted. “You changed a lot.”

“Well, I read this interview in one of my favorite music magazines about being yourself. So I decided to do that.” Harlow smirked. “It just so happens there was another me that needed exploring.”

“Well your songs improved a bit.” Sam stuck his tongue in his cheek, trying to make the compliment seem as pointed and fake as he wanted.

“You haven’t heard anything yet.” Harlow replied fast, grinning.

“We’ll see if I hear anything at all,” Sam cleared his throat, beginning to move from the shade of his bus’ shadow. “The green room is awfully far from the stage. Might sneak a pre-show nap on the bus.”

“Rockstar life is already catching up to you at, what? Twenty-four?” Harlow quirked an eyebrow, dropping her half-finished cigarette and stomping it out with the toe of her boot. “Enjoy that nap, Sam. You’re gonna need it.” with that, Harlow turned and walked towards the venue. Sam watched her, taking in the sway of her hips as she walking through the sun. Her light brown hair shone in the light, making it almost a blonde. Once again, it shook out behind her as she propelled herself away from him confidently. 

Sam didn’t want to admit that Harlow’s confidence shook him. He sat in the dressing room with his brothers, his legs crossed, foot shaking vigorously. His fingers grazed along his chin, the rough patch of hair that he’d grown out. As they skated through the hairs, he tugged on the ends as he stared distractedly at the beige walls that had yellowed with years of cigarette smoke. 

He could hear her, her voice floating through the walls as she warmed up her voice in another room, broken up by laughter as her bandmates filtered in and out of the room, talking excitedly about their first show on a big tour. 

“Are you okay?” Sam glanced up to see Danny standing near him, raising an eyebrow quizzically. “You seem a little keyed up in the wrong way.” Sam regarded his best friend, chewing on his bottom lip. He wanted to tell Danny what was bugging him, but…what was bugging him? Danny didn’t know the history between Sam and Harlow, and even if he did, it wasn’t one wrought with details. 

Sam quickly went over the imaginary conversation in his head, him telling Danny all of the small events leading up to this current agitated state, hearing the honest tone of the formers voice telling him to get over himself, that Harlow was just some chick and there wasn’t anything to be upset about.

“No, I’m just a little anxious about the show.” Sam shook his head, giving Danny what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “New tour, new songs…don’t know how the crowd will respond.”

“No matter how they do, it’s gonna be okay.” Danny grinned, resting a hand on Sam’s shoulder. “We know it’s our best work yet, and that’s what matters.”

“Thanks, Daniel.” Sam tapped Danny’s hand before standing up, shaking himself out a little bit and going over to the table with their rider goodies, making himself a drink. Walking out of the green room, he sipped it, the bite of tequila with his soda soothing his nerves somewhat. He walked over to the the wings of the stage, listening to the crowd that had filtered in rumble, the excited energy filtering through the thick curtain on that hid the stage hands setting up the Blue Jean Babies instruments.

As their flashlights whipped around, Sam caught movement from the other side of the stage. As his eyes adjusted, he saw Harlow pacing. She kept her jean shorts and boots, but traded in the t-shirt for a crocheted halter top, two ties holding it in place. One behind her neck, the other the middle of her back. The strings peeked through the long, black lace duster she wore, billowing out around her as she turned. Sam watched as her lips moved, her hands moving as if she were dancing along with the words. 

Harlow turned once more, she glanced up, eyes darting across the movement of the roadies and over to Sam. Even across the twenty odd feet of stage, he could see her eyes widen as she realized he had been watching. There were dark spots all across her nose and cheek that Sam couldn’t make out, but in an instant, she spun on her heel, briskly walking away from the wings, her duster floating out behind her as she disappeared into the dark.

“Hey, uh,” Sam nearly jumped out of his skin, turning to see Billy standing next time, his guitar already around his shoulder and in his hand. “You got any words of wisdom for performing to a sold-out arena? I think I’m about to shit my pants.”

“Yeah,” Sam chuckled, clapping a hand on Billy’s shoulder like he was about impart the wisdom of centuries of study. “Don’t shit your pants.” Billy laughed, shaking his head. 

“Thanks, I appreciate the wise words.”

“Any time, man.” Sam laughed again. “Break a leg.”

“Thanks!” Sam watched as one of the bands roadies went out to the stage, in front of the curtain, and a beam of light lit him up. The crowd began roaring as the Blue Jean Babies took their places on the stage, exchanging excited glances. It reminded Sam of how he and his own brothers looked when they played their first big venue. The nerves of playing to a crowd that large, no matter how many smaller shows added up doubled it, the giddiness of feeling like you’ve finally made it. 

While the roadie made the announcement, riling the crowd up, Sam glanced over to the opposite wing again, seeing Harlow standing there. A small, closed mouth smile tugged at her lips, almost serene as her eyes were closed, deep breaths raising her chest. The crowd roared even louder as the roadie screamed out the bands name, and the curtain dropped and the lights went up. The roadie dragged the mic stand back into place, the silk and chiffon scarves that had been tied to it fluttering in the wind, and Billy began playing the intro to their first song, their drummer, Paul playing out the beat. Sam’s eyes stayed on Harlow as her own opened, turning towards the crowd before grinning, taking one last deep breath and stepping out on stage. Shouts and screams were heard as she did, and she waved to the audience, taking her place at the microphone.

“Now here you again, you say you want your freedom. 

Well who I am I to keep you down? 

It’s only right that you should play the way you feel it, 

but listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness.” 

Harlow’s voice was enchanting, Sam finding himself nearly taking steps out on stage to get closer, to hear her more clearly. The crowd moved along with her, even for a slower song opening the show, it kept their attention, got them moving. As she performed, Sam caught light reflecting off her face, and realized that she’d adhered silver sequins to her face like freckles.

“Like a heartbeat, drives you mad

In the stillness of remembering what you had

And what you lost

And what you had

And what you lost”

The drums led into the chorus, and Sam had to admit he got a little chill when Harlow’s voice melded together with Billy’s on the harmonies.

“Oh, thunder only happens when it's raining

Players only love you when they're playing

Say, women, they will come and they will go

When the rain washes you clean, you'll know

You'll know”

“I think we made the right decision,” Sam glanced next to him, seeing Danny standing next to him again. “They hypnotize the crowd, and we melt their faces off.”

“Interesting choice of opening song, I’ll admit that.” Sam tried to brush off the compliment to the band. “Could’ve put the crowd to sleep.”

“No, I think she knows exactly what she’s doing.” Danny shook his head. “You shouldn’t be so down about them. They all seem really nice so far.”

“Yeah, they do.”

“Remember how annoying we were when we were first touring with bigger bands?” Danny nudged Sam gently in the ribs. “Give them some grace.”

“Who said I’m not?”

“No one, but I’ve been your best friend since forever. I can read you like a book.” Sam grimaced slightly but shrugged it off. “Play nice, Sammy.”

“I am always nice.” Sam defended himself with a pout. Danny shook his head, sighing. 

“Just, don’t fuck this up.” Danny looked from Sam to Harlow. “For any of us.” Sam rolled his eyes, leaving Danny in the wings to go back to the green room. The audacity of Danny to think Sam wanted anything to do with Harlow was enough to boil his blood. A feeling that stuck with him through his own performance, and up to the after party. Roadies, crew and performers mingled around the hotel bar. One last night in Los Angeles before they set out for the road.

Sam leaned against the bar, taking in the scene of bodies threading around one another, drinks clinking and laughs echoing. Sam’s eyes fell upon Josh, who was talking animatedly to someone that was blocked by other bodies. In one hand he held a joint, and Sam watching the trail of smoke follow it around as Josh gesticulated. Suddenly, he slowed, holding out the joint. Sam’s brow furrowed as his brother never relaxed from the outstretched position, and as bodies shifted, he could now see Harlow, sitting cross-legged on the table, leaning down and taking a drag as Josh watched her, his own eyes glassy.

“So, you wanna get out of here?” Sam glanced down, seeing a woman leaning against his shoulder. Her manicured hand was running up and down his arm and Sam rolled his eyes.

“Do I know you?” he asked boredly. The woman looked slightly off-guard, then smirked.

“No, but you want to.”

“I’m afraid I don’t.” Sam pulled away from her touch. “But maybe a roadie will. Tony’s been looking a little lonely lately, go say hi.” Sam pointed across the bar and gently pushed the woman in the opposite direction. Downing his beer, he set the empty bottle on the bar, deciding he’d had enough revelry for one night. 

Stepping into the elevator to go to his room, he hit the button, leaning against the back wall and closing his eyes.

“Wait! Hold the elevator!” Sam’s eyes popped open and he instinctually moved, putting his hand in the doors, holding them the best he could from closing. “Thank you.”

“My pleasu-oh, it’s you.”

“Hello to you too, Samuel.” Harlow rolled her eyes, going to press the third floor button.  “Don’t worry, I’m not here to bother you. I don’t know what your brother puts in his joints but I need to go lay down.”

“I’ve asked a few times, but he won’t give up his secrets.” Sam sighed. “I’ve learned not to partake too much with him.” Harlow rubbed her eyes, smudging the makeup she’d adorned, a few of the sequins falling off her cheeks. 

“I’ll know better for next time.” Harlow leaned back, tilting her head up to the large square fluorescent light. The two rode in silence, save for the soft, slow breaths they emitted. Sam glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, seeing her eyes closed again, that small, serene smile on her lips. Though this time it may be from the weed she smoked instead of the energy of a large crowd cheering for her. 

“Are you going to be okay?” Sam asked softly. Harlow opened her eyes slowly, turning and smiling at him as the elevator doors opened on the third floor.

“I’ll be just fine.” she murmured. “Goodnight, Sam. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Goodnight, Harlow.” Sam watched her step out of the elevator. “We’ll see.”

“We’ll see always means no.” Harlow laughed. 

“Does it?” Sam quirked an eyebrow.

“You never asked your mother for something and have her say that?” Harlow asked back. Sam nodded. “And did you ever get what you asked for?” Sam thought for a moment, realizing that the young woman was right.

“No, can’t say that I have.” Sam tried to keep himself from smirking.

“I’ll see you when I see you then.” Harlow held Sam’s gaze for a few moments before turning and going to find her room. As the doors closed Sam felt a small flutter in his gut at the exchange. Maybe Harlow wasn’t going to be so bad to deal with. Maybe he could get through this tour and even be her friend at the end of it. Just, maybe.

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[pharaohbean]

Hey, saw your Prsk Unit Shuffle AU and am very interested in seeing more.

In particular, I'm interested in hearing more about how the groups formed. It's always neat to see how these characters first meet and interact under different circumstances. And, as a little bonus, maybe what their "Untitled"/theme song is, because I feel like that's a very key part of a unit's identity that tends to be overlooked.

(Not sure if you're still interested in asks about this AU. If not, sorry for bugging you about it)

GASP HELLO I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MY UNIT SHUFFLE AU im so sorry this too forever to get u back on!! schoolwork is a pain and then i went SHOPPING (which takes forever :sob:)

okok so i haven't really thought about all the details of how they get together? so bear with me this is a rough draft lol

SSS: the idea at the core of this group is that its a family with different strengths coming together to make music. so tsukasa is the scriptwriter, saki is the lyricist, toya is the choreographer, and kanade is the composer! the group is headed by tsukasa, who's actually been putting on these shows for all of them since he was a kid. as he got older, he started taking stardom more seriously (leading into canon), but an incident in middle school ended up with the tenmas legally adopting toya, so that definitely shook things up for tsukasa (in a good way!). so i think that (+ l/n not reforming, which does happen in the SSS main story) allowed tsukasa and saki to consider banding their strengths together, since tsukasa loved putting on shows and saki loved seeing them, but she would also help put them on for toya (and later kanade, when she joins them not long after toya does). the two of them very quickly realize that they need more hands, and although recruiting kanade as composer is easy (bc 25ji never forms- dont ask why im still figuring that out lol) toya is a lot harder bc he's still active under BAD DOGS with akito. however, with akito picking up AWR around the same time (+ hatsune freaking miku appearing to toya), toya does join under their choreographer as for their untitled, their song is Wonderland and the Sheep's Song by Hachi, but I worked out their line distributions to this lovely KYO cover! you can see my color-coded lyrics for them here if you're interested :)

R/l: im gonna be 100% honest with you SSS and AWR are the only ones with any semblance of a plot rn LOL but here's the base idea around R/l: mizuki and rui both congregate on the kami school rooftop bc, yknow, loners (mizuki is never reached out to by kanamafu, so not 25ji on their part. tsukasa doesnt end up applying for phoenix so wxs doesn't have a chance of forming). at some point, i imagine they got talking about music, but never did anything concrete. but not long into the main story (probably the very start) an also joins them, her dream of surpassing rad weekend getting weaker as she struggles to find a partner (koha will be explained later) so she goes to hang with her friend on the rooftop. at some point, mizu and an both accidentally enter sekai, where they meet miku and len. those two tell them that there's still two others they need to find because they also made the sekai. mizu and an get.... maybe a little too excited over this. an takes this chance to invite her friend haruka over to kami (so she transfers) and join the group, but in their search for their fourth member they end up accidentally alienating rui (ironic). they fix that tho-- although HOW i dont know lol their untitled was one i went back and forth on (tbh only SSS and AWR i didnt lol), but i eventually decided on Untitled Hymn by shaito! their color-coded lyrics are here (i just realized you can barely tell where an is in lines but ehhh)

ATD: okay so. ATD is the group thats given the most gosh-darn trouble. ive revised their cast motivations like, TWICE now. but basically it goes like this: shizuku and mafuyu are both members of the archery club, with mafuyu trusting shizuku so much that her public mask slips a couple of times (against her will). shizuku's not dumb, but she doesn't say anything bc i think she understands that mafu has her secrets. after shizuku quits being an idol (on more of her own terms), she still wants to find a way to share the light she had before that seemed to reach mafu a few times. enter: accidental sekai trip! this trip both gives shizu the idea for an online group (which could sorta count as MMJ but i think the big distinction is they do more streamer/vtuber stuff and less purely idol stuff?? im still working on that) and lets her see mafu with her mask fully off. eventually, shizu drags nene into the business (nene never attends kami here, workin on that) bc shizu and mafu have no idea how streaming works and nene does, but nene likes hiding behind the camera but is still a part of the group bc who can say no to shizu? and hona joins at shizu's request bc they're both beautification members (and apparently hona+mafu are both honors students so i wonder if they have some overlap?? can you tell ive never attended public school lol) their untitled gave me SO MUCH TROUBLE. because ATD is supposed to be a weird mix of 25ji and mmj? but all of their songs get swiped by either R/l, AWR, or even SSS, so it was hard to find something that i thought could be specifically them. eventually, i finally decided on Common World Domination by PinocchioP! Their color-coded lyrics can be found here :)

MxC: oh boy this one's a doozy. so the idea here is like... there are underground music rings? which sounds wild but like if music is vaguely the lifeblood of this world i DONT CARE it can happen! i don't wanna make it life-threatening tho so its more like... you get blacklisted from everything. which for shiho--who got sucked into this world in an attempt to find bandmates--is VERY BAD. but shiho's given a little bit to find a band before their first performance, but with l/n definitely gone their separate ways (and she never wanted to involve them in the first place) she's kinda stuck. enter: airi and ena! both of them had been watching the music battles, unsatisfied with their current lives (airi having just quit idol/tv work, ena just frustrated over her art), but airi knows shiho thru miya, and when she heard about shiho's impending doom, she resolved herself to very quickly learn guitar and join her group, roping ena (who has a little bit of drum experience from akito and mom) into it as well. meanwhile, while all of this is going on, kohane (being the sweet soul she is) has been trailing shiho out of concern, but then is entirely horrified at the underground battles bc shes still pre-canon meek. but she really wants to help shiho, so she agrees to try and learn keyboard. after clearing the first battle, shiho and her group are safe--for now. they'll have to clear a lot more battles if they want to escape the underground their untitled is Hello Builder by UtsuP since i wanted them to have harsher rock songs than l/n (bordering on metal-ish)! color-coded lyrics here :)

AWR: funny story--all of the above units were made in the order listed! so i got to AWR and... i have ichika, minori, emu, and akito. and im like "NONE OF THESE PEOPLE HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON". and then i went. "WAIT. THATS IT!" so here's how AWR goes: ichika still tries to reform l/n, but fails; minori is still trying to become an idol; and emu is still trying to revive the wonder stage. all three of them, all attending miya ofc, end up bonding over this and they start thinking. is there a way to satisfy all three of their dreams (band, idol, and show) at once? and at FIRST the answer is "no lol" so they go exploring. and somehow someway (workin on that) word finds out about this and some guy on vivid street dares akito to try and fix em into shape in a week. akito--being akito--accepts quite hotheadedly, then quickly realizes that maybe this wasnt a good idea?? because EVERYONE has a different music taste and its almost impossible to keep up with them all!!! but eventually they do figure it all out, and by the end none of them wanted to split apart or anything. AWR is i think the group that has the least amount of direction which might be on purpose. i think (again im rambling rn so) part of their story is figuring out what their direction is going to be! their untitled is Lip Sync by DECO*27, written as a part of holo*27 (hi no im not rlly into vtubers i just like their music) but i count it bc its written by a voca producer and this would not be the first time a non-vocaloid sung a unit song (cough cough mafumafu and tuyu). you CAN find my color-coded lyrics here.... but i did the translations. which means they're pretty much 98% google translated then bonked around to make sense. i dont know japanese please dont sue me

i hope you enjoy my indepth explanation!!! im always happy to talk about these guys :D

#zero thoughts #unit shuffle au #zero shuffle sss #zero shuffle r/l #zero shuffle atd #zero shuffle mxc #zero shuffle awr #project sekai #proseka #pjsk #prsk

[ask-serendipity-sky]

Serendipity, pt. 1:Lyrics

Release date: 4th of September, 2017

Composers: Slow Rabbit, Ray Michael Djan Jr, Ashton Foster, RM, Bang PD

Today marks the anniversary of the release date for Serendipity, the queen of all BTS songs.

My love for this song is deep and I find it odd how I never talked about it with anyone so I will finally analyze this song and celebrate it with you all.

I always get obsessed with concepts that I find somewhat fictitious but that still manage to occur in real life.

Like atomes crochus, soul mates, or serendipity.

Finding something without searching for it. As if all roads and small moments in your life lead you to that particular finding without you even being remotely aware it's happening until you are facing the finding.

When I found BTS, I looked through their songs and saw Serendipity and thought it was really a serendipitous finding because I had loved this concept for years.

And this song led me to Jimin...it was serendipity.

The lyrics captivated me as I love Namjoon's use of literary references and his poetic writing style.

As an overview, the song is written in Nam's point of view towards his secret love that he found without looking. Destiny and serendipity brought them together.

The lyrics are achingly romantic and show the longing he feels for this person. It is a declaration of love and reassurance:

All of this isn’t just a coincidence

Just just my own feeling

The whole universe is different from yesterday

Just just from your happiness

The opposite of coincidences, in this case, would be destiny. Namjoon found his love because of destiny. He implies that it was a combination of things that brought them together. This is where serendipity comes in. A series of events that led him to his love. And ever since his love is present in his life, he sees the universe in a different way.

"The whole universe..." part reminds me of my favorite poem by Pablo Neruda, poem 14 from 100 Love Poems and a Song of Despair, "You are like nobody else since I love you." Love can make you change your perception of things.

I also want to note the impact that this person is having in Nam's life. He sees the entire universe differently because his love is happy.

When you call me

I am your flower

Like I’ve been waiting for it

We bloom until we ache.

It is almost like the destiny of the universe

It is just how it is

You know I know

You are me, and I am you

"I am your flower" is an answer to this poem by Kim Choon-Soo. In the poem, the writer is wanting to be recognized and gain an identity in order to not be forgotten.

By replying in this manner, Nam is telling his love that now that his love has called him, he has the identity of a flower.

"We bloom until we ache" is my favorite part of these lyrics because I see it as a straight reference to my favorite line in Neruda's poem again, "I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees." I find the concept of connecting flowers and blooming to love making beautiful.

And as a result of said love making, by the biblical definition, "I am you, and you are me" is two bodies becoming one.

Now, I'm not sure if Namjoon has read Neruda but he should!

As much as my heart flutters, I’m just as afraid

Fate keeps being envious of us

I am just as afraid as you are

When you see me

When you touch me

The cosmos moved for us

There was nothing slightly out of place

Our happiness was expected

Cause you love me

And I love you

Namjoom tell his lover that he is afraid because destiny is jealous of them and his love is afraid too. He notes that the entire universe has moved for two people and how extraordinary forces will act just for them two simply because of their love for each other. Serendipity occurs because of love.

You are my blue mildew

The one who saved me

My angel

My world

I am your calico cat

One who came to meet you

Love me now

Touch me now

Just let me love you

Now, this is the part that Jimin laughed at, according to the BTS book. Namjoon was calling his love blue mildew or penicillium, which is an antibiotic that treats bacterial infections which was discovered by sheer serendipity. Penicillin is also the first antibiotic discovered. This leads me to believe that Nam used the reference of an accidental discovery to point to serendipity again and to show that something in his relationship was unique and some sort of first for him.

Because this person is their drug, they were saved and their love became an angel to him.

One of the most famous themes of this song is the calico cat, the rare three striped cat that Namjoon identifies as. When looking into calico cats, I found that male calico cats are rare (1 in 3000) and they only happen because of a genetic abnormality and the cat will not have genes that would make it a female, XX, or male, XY, but rather XXY, making the cat sterile.

Which again, takes me back to the theme of a relationship that involves unique and rare. In this case, Namjoon is the unique person with a unique identity to his love.

When the universe was first made

Everything has been decided

Just let me love you

Now come to my side

Please become ‘us’

I don’t wanna let go no

You just have to entrust yourself to it

You can feel it even without having to say it

Again, the concept of becoming one. Being afraid but trusting enough to continue. They were destined to be together since the beginning of time.

The stars are floating

And we are flying

It’s really not a dream

Don’t be nervous, take my hand

Now, we’ll become ‘us’

Let me love you

Just let me love you

Just let me love you

When the universe was first made

Everything has been decided

Just let me love you

Let me love

Let me love you

The last part of the lyrics touch on the concept of destiny again. Their love had been decided before anything began. Namjoon keeps asking his love to allow him to love them. Even if things are perfect, they shouldn't be afraid.

And the theme of becoming one shows up repeatedly in the end.

While looking for information about the song, I saw a few people saying that the lyrics reference The Little Prince. I've read this book quite a few times but didn't really see a connection to the lyrics. It connects to the poem, Flower, that Namjoon referenced but not to Serendipity directly or, at least, I didn’t see the connection.

Overall, the lyrics speak of a relationship that is unique and rare, one of a kind. The relationship came to be because it was destined that Namjoon and his love would find each other through a series events and not because they looked for the relationship themselves.

The use of flowers in this poem is done to give Namjoon and his person an identity and in order to reference love making.

Although Namjoon expressed fear because their love is so perfect, he also encourages the other person to not be afraid and allow themselves to be loved over and over again.

I absolutely love these lyrics as they are incredibly romantic and sweet to me. They show of a love that is pure, innocent, rare, and unique.

Serendipity, pt. 2: music video

#jimin #namjoon #serendipity #bts

[sleepyeri]

Oops!

Based off a roleplay I had hihi.. decided to dump it here as well bc oh well

you both already have an established friendship here btw

cw: minor swearing

wc: idk i dont count words lmao

diluc x gn!reader

major word vomit the og plan was for me to speedrun diluc recognizing me as his lover but it ended up with me having to earn his trust and this happened HAHAHA

bothreaderanddilucarestraightforwardandawkwardidiotsbcmeandthebotwerecrippling

Swirling the drink in your hand, you hum and turn to face the bar. A small smile plastered to your face when you see tonight's bartender walk toward you. He huffs a bit before crossing his arms infront of you.

"You know, even if we are friends you still need to pay. Don't be like that bard who 'pays with songs'." He rolls his eyes and hands you over the bill, which wasn't too expensive but it definitely still irked him. You chuckle a bit at him.

"Don't worry~.. I'll pay when I'm done, red." You smile and Diluc sighs. You motion for him to take a seat infront of you. Seeing that there was no one else to serve, Diluc reluctantly sat across you. He leans back a bit and raises his brow.

"Well?"

"I saw something today..."

"Really now... what was it?"

"Something beautiful." You sigh and take a small sip of the drink you ordered. You feel your face grow hot as Diluc leans forward, curious of what was so beautiful you just had to tell him.

"May I know what it is?"

"Look at a mirror."

Silence fell before you two before Diluc tilts his head and stares at you with confusion.

"I don't see as to what's so beautiful and interesting about a mirror... sure, others may have intricate designs that certainly make them unique but..."

"I mean the reflection, Diluc..."

Another moment of silence. Diluc sighs. He gets up from the table and you raise your brow. He walks back to the bar and after a bit, you stand up and sit infront of him. Diluc seems to be in deeo thought, ignoring your calls.

Archons forbid you notice how he's struggling to compose himself after your attempt in complimenting him. The compliment left him overthinking as to what you meant.

Oh Barbatos was that a confession? Usually we both 'compliment each other' with passive aggressive terms - i mean... best they told me was that i look like a hairy grumpy fairy-

You poke his arm and he snaps out of his thoughts.

"Hey, why'd you walk off like that-"

"It's nothing. I just remembered that I needed to clean the glasses."

Silence. The door opens and closes. The tavern is now deserted, with only the two of you inside. Diluc focuses a little too much on said glass he's trying to clean and realization sinks in.

"Holy shit..."

"What? Did you finally realize how bad that compliment was?"

"Yes but- wait did you just insult my skills?"

"You may be strong and intelligent in other fields but expressing your emotions poetically is not your forte."

A dramatic gasp from you makes Diluc smile. He finally turns to face you, cheeks dusted pink. You cross your arms and huff, leading him to laugh.

"But I'll take that compliment. You're not too shabby yourself."

"Excuse you-"

"Otherwise I wouldn't have grown an attraction to yoo-ooohhhh shit."

"What...?"

Silence. Your bickering comes to an end and Diluc's face reddens. He just blurted it out didn't he?

Stupid.

"Uhm... forget... I said anything."

You process his words for a bit, before a big smile appears on your face.

"You... like me...?"

"I said I was attracted to.. uhm..- ugh- yes. Yes I do."

Your smile grows wider and it doesn't even take a second before you're taking his hand that's covering his face.

"I like you too dumbass."

idk i dont write much so egrhegee

feel free to request anything in the comments while i set up a master list

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[geraskierbrainrot]

This is a collection of fics, canon or AUs, where Geralt and Jaskier have a meet-cute — a cute, charming, or amusing first encounter between romantic partners

Flirting (Wasn't Flirting) by TheArtistFormerlyKnownAsG | T | 1k

Sugar and Spice Witcher bingo Prompt: wrong date

Fire Lizards and Flirting by @wherethewordsare | 1k | G

Out on an ecological survey, Geralt has to fish a handsome stranger with a lute of all things out of the river. Roach is a big goofy Great Dane and responsible for the need to fish the guy out.

sweet tooth by willkinnie | 1k | G

so basically, a few days ago i was trying not to think abt an upcoming dentist appt, ergo new dentist geralt trying his best to make everyone comfortable and jaskier that has to deal with it. that's it. that's the story.

Up to Date by @lambden | 2k | G

"You were so hot that when you asked if I was the blind date you were looking for, I lied and said yes. But then your actual date comes up to introduce themselves and I'm so embarrassed." for Geralt/Jaskier.

sideway spirits by @julek | 2k | T this work is part of a series but can be read as a standalone (though I recommend the whole series)

“Got anyone in today?” He wonders, nodding to the dark green door that leads to the mortuary downstairs. “The paper says there’s been a car crash. ”Geralt shakes his head. “No one in yet. But I’m sure they’ll start coming soon.”

Weird Fishes by @aalizazareth | 3k | T

Jaskier doesn't think he has a superpower until he meets Geralt, who can't believe he's finally met someone who's able to see him.

Signs and Dogs by @dahliavandare | 3k | T

While jogging with Roach, Geralt meets Jaskier and his dog.

→ and the subsequent Geralt and Roach, Jaskier and Baby series

Don't Look a Gift Gobling in the Mouth by @yoursummerfrost | 3k | G

“No, I’m serious, I really do have like, uh—a goblin… thing… in my house!” Jaskier insists. “Will you come take a look at it? I don’t want it to, I don’t know, eat my liver or something?” Geralt massages at his temple. “Very few monsters are that picky. It would probably just eat all of you.” Aka: The one where Jaskier hires Geralt to investigate a monster in his house, and the outcome is somehow better and worse than Geralt expects.

Never Been in Love Before by jesskier | 3k | T

Geralt takes his dog, Roach, for a walk and meets his new neighbor.

Meet-Cute for the Socially Anxious by @freyjawriter24 | 4k | T

Jaskier liked people, but he also didn’t like people, and now he was on his way to a house party where there were very definitely going to be a lot of people. Most of which he didn’t know. Ugh. University was a stressful place. *** Modern everyone-is-human AU where Jaskier and Geralt meet at a uni house party and bond over D&D. Inspired by The Amazing Devil's Drinking Song for the Socially Anxious.

all roads lead to tranquility base by seasofglass | 4k | T

Jaskier needs some promotional photos for the launch of his new album, but as much as he loves composing new music, posing for the camera makes him a nervous wreck. On top of all, he's saddled with an unconventional photographer who claims he'll be able to show Jaskier a new side of himself. Navigating his feelings of anxiety and attraction, Jaskier remains skeptical that the photographer can deliver on his promises.

Sweet as Chocolate by @xianvar | 6k | T

“I don’t think that’ll be your next hit,” blue-haired-regular says apologetically. Jaskier is coming up with a witty reply – he really is – when he notices the figure in the back corner, seated underneath the broken lamp Valdo has been “about to fix” for weeks now. White hair, a scar over his right eye, uncomfortable gaze fixed on a large cup of coffee – it must be chocolate-voice, and Jaskier is ready to bet his favourite guitar on that. He’s even more swoon-worthy than his imagination has made him out to be. Jaskier temporarily forgets all his words, to the point that he only nods agreeably when Valdo says, “Fuck it, make yourself useful if you’re done; I’m gonna go take a leak.” Jaskier enjoys his lot in life – he has friends, a job that he loves, and all the opportunities to flirt that he could ever want. Until a gorgeous white-haired man starts frequenting Jaskier’s little bakery-slash-café and turns his whole world upside down.

hold my hand, show me something sweet by ghostiewritesthings | 7k | T

“You alright?” The other man groaned, bringing his hands up to cover his face. He screamed into his palms for almost a full minute, and Geralt let him, waiting patiently to the side. He’s been there. Eventually, the stranger stopped and took a deep breath. He left his hands over his face. “Never been better.”

a dream is a wish the heart makes by @dear-galileo | 12k | T

the last thing geralt had expected to do was meet a prince in the woods. no- the last thing that geralt expected to do was fall in love with the prince, and make a deal with a witch to see him again. (cinderella witcher retelling)

Show love to all these authors by leaving kudos and comments, and happy reading! And thank you for all the appreciation on the last rec list, I hope you enjoyed it all ♡

#geraskier #geralt/jaskier #the witcher #the witcher fic #geraskier fic recs

[brandonduhaimes]

Love you more

Gif credits to owner!

Pairing: Kirill x gn reader

Length: 2.3k

Authors note: im sorry this one took so long! Requested.

"Y/n you will find a new guy he will be so good to you and it will all work out for you its just that we don't." Your now ex boyfriend had just broke your heart into so many pieces that you weren't sure they would ever be put back together.

"Just get out Jamie, I don't need a whole sob story on how great I am after you dump me. Ill leave your stuff in a box that you can pick up outside on monday."

With that you ushered him out of the house before collecting a bottle of wine from the fridge and heading back to your couch. With that you decided your best move currently was to watch the wild game. You had promised Kirill that you would watch it and you intended to keep it.

You were able to block out the feelings as you watched the boys play, enjoying their three point lead and all the smiles on the bench as they goof off.

A wild game later Kirill texted you that he was on the way back to your shared apartment. Knowing that he was on the way back made you feel a little better as you knew he would be around to help but that didn't make the tears stop falling.

When Kirill walked in 20 minutes later followed by Zuccy, Dumba and Boldy and saw you on the couch crying he immediately kicked them out. While they were going celebrate the win Kirill had decided you were more important.

Zuccy gave you an apprehensive look before ushering the two younger ones out the door. As they left you could hear quiet mumbles of "I hope they are okay" and "feel better y/n." Before you could mutter out a thank you the door softly shut behind Mats.

As the door shut Kirill made his way to the couch plopping down onto it. "Whats up dorogája?" (Sweetheart) The simple question just made the tears fall faster.

"Can I give you a hug?" He asked trying to get any words out of you to slow down your breathing and take your mind off of whatever was troubling you.

You nod slowly and Kirill moves to wrap his arms around you while slowly rubbing your back. You collapsed onto his shoulder and cried while he quietly sang songs to you in Russian. While you had very little of an idea of what he was singing it comforted you. He always knew exactly what you needed.

After you had composed yourself a little you let him know what had happened. "Jamie broke up with me today and now I'm not sure what to do," you sniffled quietly.

Kirill's eyes widened as you spoke and he immediately went into protective mode. "What can I do to help? Oh wait I have an idea." He got up and started to look for the remote to the tv running around like a goofball and getting a small chuckle out of you.

After he finally found the remote he sat down on the couch and put on Lilo and stitch. He smiled knowing it was your favorite movie, and pulled you into his side again. You smiled and curled up onto the couch as he pulled a blanket onto the two of you.

You spent the rest of the night watching Disney movies and and searching the pantry for easy snacks. Kirill had opted to put the wine bottle back in the fridge since you hadn't opened it. After you had helped him through his last breakup he knew that it would only make things worse currently.

You cried a little every once in a while but hoped Kirill didn't notice as you felt bad for burdening him with this.

You really cared about him and while you loved Jamie it wasn't the way that you felt for Kirill. He had been there for everything the last few years. Your first fight with Jamie, graduation, when you finally got your first job in your field and he had promised to be there on your wedding day. He was the one who was there when you woke up and when you fell asleep.

He was always there to listen and you tried to he there for him just as much. Every regular season game, every group outing with the boys (who almost forgot you weren't a part of the team at times), and every playoff game possible. You would drop everything to be around for him if you could. You didn't want him to leave you more than anything.

What you hadn't realized though was that Kirill was livid. Not at you but at Jamie for being able to hurt you, he knew that he would have treated you so much better and that you deserved everything you ever wanted.

He loved you.

He had always loved you and now that he had the chance he was going to fight for you.

He watched the tears slowly stop as you began to fall asleep on his shoulder, exhausted from the last few hours.

At this point Kirill looked at the time reading 12:30 am. He knew that you had work in the morning so he got up and carried you down the hallway to your bedroom, and laid you gently on your bed.

He then went out and grabbed the blanket from the couch to put on top of you so he didn't have to make you wake up to pull the covers up. After he had you all tucked in he gave you a light kiss on the forehead before whispering to no one but himself, "I love you y/n you deserve so much better."

He then wandered down the hallway to his own bedroom and got himself ready for bed before laying down and slowly falling asleep.

When you woke up snow was falling outside, checking your work group chat you saw that your job was closed for the day due to an issue with something in the shop. At first you were excited to have a day off but then you remembered the events that had taken place last night. Opting to continue to lay in bed for a while you grabbed your phone once again and turned on tiktok scrolling through your for you page.

After a little while you heard the faint noise of feet padding down the hallway towards your door. It was soon followed by gentle knock. "Y/n," Kirill whispered through the door.

"Come in," you sighed and he silently opened the door and made his way over to you.

"You're going to be late for work you should probably get up," he giggled looking at your slight bedhead knowing that he would maybe get fought if he wasn't careful.

"They closed the shop so I don't work today, so I have more time to wallow in self pity. What are your plans for the day?"

Kirill frowned at this and decided that today he was not going to let you sit inside. He quickly got up and ran out of the room with a huge smile on his face.

"I wonder whats on his mind," you muttered to yourself before deciding to go get a cup of coffee.

You got up and walked into Kirill's room thinking he might be in there. When he wasn't you decided to steal one of his hoodies and headed towards the kitchen.

Once you reached the kitchen you could hear the clattering of pans and quiet swearing as Kirill tried to make breakfast.

You smiled to yourself as you turned the corner watching Kirill whisk together pancake batter. You then walked all the way into the kitchen and started the Keurig.

"Good morning!" Kirill says cheerily and you smile in response.

"What are you making?" You ask him and he scratches his head.

"I was trying to make pancakes but the batter is all lumpy and I can't fix it." He sighs and you giggle a little bit before coming over to inspect the batter.

"You just need to add a little bit more water and you should be good." You respond taking the bowl to the sink and adding the water before whisking the batter together.

"Thank you." He says and begins heating up the stove.

You smile at his effort and finished making your coffee and making one for him as well.

Kirill kept working at the pancakes. As he finished he set two plates up for both of you. He then set the table and got plates dished up.

As you sat down at the table he began to fidget with his hands in anticipation. "Hurry we have stuff to do today!" He smiles brightly making you laugh.

"What do we have to do?" You ask and he smiles.

"I can't answer that but I have the day off to so expect some fun." You smile at his effort and finish your pancakes and coffee quickly before getting ready to go.

Kirill met you at the front door dressed in a pair of jeans and a nice t shirt. He smiled at you before dragging you out the door to his car.

He drove you to the downtown area and you walked around looking at all of the small shops. The two of you window shopped and joked around while the cars flew by around you.

As you continued on you passed a small pet shop. Kirill had been wanting a dog for a while now so you smiled at him and went inside.

You looked around the small shop for a while playing with the kittens and puppies in the open play pens. You noticed that most of the puppies were really playful but Kirill had one that was taking a nap on his lap curled up in a little ball.

You smiled at him before asking, "is that the one?"

"He's only the one if you agree to it. Im going to need help taking care of him while I'm gone and I think it would keep you busy when I'm gone," he replied.

"I think you should get him he is so adorable." You smile and Kirill looks to the owner of the shop to start the transaction.

The two of you walked around the pet shop picking out toys treats and food. He made his way over to the collars and the two of you decided on a light blue collar. As you made your way up to the register he grabbed your hand and squeezed it lightly.

The two of you held hands through the rest of the pet shop falling into a comfortable silence while paying for the puppy and all of the extras. After paying you and Kirill dropped hands to grab all of the bags. "What should we name him?" Kirill asked, and you thought for a moment.

"What do you think of Winston?" You ask and he smiles at you.

"I love it."

You made your way to the car and then Kirill led you to a park to let Winston play outside for a little bit before going home. As you walked through the park with the little golden retriever he smiled and all you could think was that he looked ethereal in the sun.

He let Winston off the leash for a little bit to run around. The puppy played hard and chased Kirill around the small clearing in the park. As Kirill ran you couldn't help but laugh as he ran pretending to be terrified of the small animal chasing him.

You moved to grab your phone to take pictures of the two of them playing around in the field before being crashed into by Kirill as he was busy trying to keep the puppy from getting tangled in his legs.

The two of you landed on the ground with a thud before bursting out laughing as Winston immediately tried to grab Kirill's beanie off his head. You smiled and Kirill quickly re leashed him and you continued on your journey.

You found yourself reaching for his hand and he reciprocated gently holding it and smiling at you. As you walked you made small talk and goofed around. While you walked you couldn't help but think about the future.

Would he want the same things as you? A whole world of possibilities ahead of the two of you and you had no idea if he was interested in any of it.

As you were thinking Kirill stopped. Both you and Winston turned to look at him slightly confused.

"Y/n?" He asks "I know that this might be too early for this but, I need you with me forever. I cant bare to watch you get your heart broken again by someone who doesn't really care. I need you to be in my life and I'm more than willing to wait if you need time but I love you-"

He froze as you pressed your lips to his. It felt as though the world was stopping to wait for you. You pulled away and he moved his hands to your waist pulling you into a hug and squeezing as if he could never let you go again.

"I love you more Kirill. I couldn't imagine the future without you." He smiled and pressed his lips to your cheek.

When you finished Kirill was bright red and he had a big toothy grin plastered on.

"Can we go home and have a movie day?" You ask and he smiles and nods before latching your hands together.

"For the record I love you way more Y/n" he responds making his way to the car.

As you make your way in you stop to wonder how you got so lucky. You looked forward to the future and all you could see was a great outlook. "I don't think that's possible Kirill. I will always love you more."

#minnesota wild #mn wild #kirill kaprizov #kaprizov #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #Minnesota wild blurb #hockey #nhl fic #Kirill Kaprizov fic #hockey boys #kirill Kaprizov fluff

[eurovision-revisited]

Eurovision 2003 - Number 22 - Alcazar - "Not a Sinner nor a Saint"

They're finally here. The ultimate in manufactured Swedish pop success. Refined to be the perfect pop product, featuring and filled with talent, glamour and professionalism. Alcazar are Andreas Lundstedt, Tess Merkel, Annika Kjærgaard, and Magnus Carlsson. They've been around as a trio since 1998 but were joined in 2002 by Magnus Carlsson who defected from Barbados. Both Andreas and Magnus have previous Melfest appearances, Andreas on his own and Magnus as part of Barbados, who had entered Melfest every year from 2000 to 2002, and were also competing this year - just without Magnus.

The song-writing team behind Not a Sinner nor a Saint are no less starry - chief among them is Bobby Ljunggrenn. He composed Sweden's Eurovision entries for 1995 and 1998, and by 2003 was the musical mind behind five other Melfest entries including this banger. He's going to go on to three more Eurovision entries and about 50 other Melfest and national final songs. Alongside him are the husband and wife partnership of Tommy Lydell and Lotta Ahlin. For 2003 they've written both the songs for Alcazar and Barbados.

Alcazar were going to make their Melfest debut in 2002 with Never Let it Go but pulled out and let their song go to Afro-dite who made it to Eurovision in Tallinn. This 2003 song is perhaps the epitome of an Alcazar song. Schlager-infused Scandipop, it has drama, a dancefloor beat, a little bit of piano playing, matching red costumes and enthusiastic if slightly plodding choreography. The lyrics are fun but unchallenging. It's calculated to be appealing to as wide a demographic as possible, harkening back to Abba and looking to provide simple fun for the young.

It was possibly expected that they'd sweep all before them given how popular they were leading up to this moment, but the televote failed to put them directly through to the final. After that they started doing better, winning the Viewers' Choice final by absolute miles. In the final, they were last in the running order - the show-closer for Melfest 2003 - but the juries marked them down, putting them 4th on only half the points the leaders got. The televote couldn't overcome the deficit - and even then they only got 2nd in that. It combined for 3rd place in their first Melfest.

Of course, that was not going to be it. Alcazar tried again and again. They've been to Melfest four more times after it - but they've never made it to Eurovision. One of the truly big names to have tried and tired, but there was always someone to beat them. That didn't stop them selling millions of records and being all over Swedish pop for a more than another decade after this. It probably won't be the last time they end up on my top lists - so here's to Alcazar, I'm sure we'll meet again.

#Youtube #eurovision #esc #esc 2003 #eurovision song contest #riga #riga 2003 #national finals #Sweden #Melodifestivalen 2003 #Alcazar #Bobby Ljunggrenn #Andreas Lundstedt #Tess Merkel #Annika Kjærgaard #Magnus Carlsson

[dark-night-insomniac]

The Secret Garden

| Dreamcatcher Gahyeon x GN! Reader - college au

Genre: fluff / 2.3 k words

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You were an exchange student in Korea. You studied music in college and lived on campus.

You also had a girlfriend, named Lee gahyeon.

You had met her one day on Campus at the starbucks. You thought she was a student like you, and when you saw her pink colored hair you just had to tell her how amazing she looked.

You waited in line and once your drink was in hand, you looked around to spot the pink haired girl.

You saw her standing a few meters away, talking with one girl that seemed to be older.

You approached the both of them and gently called out to the girl. She turned around, calling you by an unknown name before jumping, probably realizing you weren't the person she thought.

And unfortunately she spilled her drink on you.

You weren't too pleased by it at that moment, but now, thinking back on it, you wouldn't change it for the world.

She gasped and watched as the red drink covered your white shirt. You stayed there stunned.

She started panicking, excusing her clumsiness and trying to dry out your shirt with nothing but her hands.

You gently took her hand into yours to stop her

‘’Hey it's fine’’ you smiled, trying to reassure her.

Your shirt being white, was now pretty much translucent, the girl noticed and suddenly blushed.

‘’I'm so sorry’’ she repeated embarrassed

You let out a small laugh ‘’Well… I just wanted to tell you I love your hair… now that my shirt is pink i'm matching with you’’ you joked making her giggle

The older girl was coming back with paper to help you clean up.

‘’Here, oh i'm Jiu by the way!’’ She smiled apologetically

‘’I'm y/n! Nice to meet you’’ you smiled again

‘’Im lee Gahyeon’’ she slightly bowed at you

‘’Nice to meet you gahyeon, so are you guys students here too?’’ You asked

The two of them looked at each other with a small giggle, you frowned not sure what to make of their reaction

‘’Were not students, we work in music actually’’ Jiu smiled at you

‘’Oh really! I study music’’ you exclaimed

‘’Oh that's nice, maybe you should visit us at our company sometime?’’ Jiu winked at gahyeon

Gahyeon blushed, knowing her unnie too well to not recognize her teasing whenever someone her age was in front of them

To change the subject the girl proposed to go get you a shirt at the college’s shop.

You agreed, starting to feel cold from the drink soaking your shirt.

A conversation about music sparked up on the way. You even had the chance to show them a snippet of a song you were producing.

While Gahyeon stayed quiet for the most of it, Jiu wasn't shy to express how impressed she was.

She even ended up giving your Company's manager number, hoping you could maybe find an internship there.

You had mentioned it, the internship being necessary for you to finish your diploma.

After almost an hour of chatting, you split ways.

And that's how you met your girlfriend.

A simple accident leading into you showcasing your talent to two girls who you didn't know were idols.

You got a number, got an interview and was accepted for an internship.

To your suprise, you met the two girls again, now being introduced to you with their group as the one and only Dreamcatcher.

You slightly gasped before rapidly bowing down to them, earning a giggle from them.

After presentations, you learn you'd be helping the main composers work on their next album for your internship.

And that's when you got close to Gahyeon, she would often call you for help with her lyrics, being too shy to ask the big producers the group was working with.

With that you quickly began becoming friends and often hanged out to help her with her solo song.

After a while, the two of you started seeing each other outside of work and quickly developed feelings.

Gahyeon was the one who admitted liking you when the two of you were joking around after a drink.

You asked her then if she wanted to go on a date with you.

After a few dates you both decided to make it official but keep it as private as possible from the public.

Your relationship was fresh after all and you mentioned to her that you were embarrassed to tell her group members about it.

But with how many times a week Gahyeon would go over to your place, the girls already had guessed, and to your surprise they were fine with it.

Tonight was a Friday night, you were supposed to work but was called off at the last minute.

So you decided on surprising Gahyeon at the dorm for a special adventure, as you would call it.

The dorm was about a 15 minute walk away, so you made your way there on foot.

You would have liked for their dorm to be on the first floor, only having to knock on her window but it wasn't that easy. That's why you had a plan.

You bringed a cardbox and a cap with you along with a pen.

You hid your face with the cap and knocked on the door.

Siyeon answered. You really hoped she wouldn't recognize you so you could keep this a surprise.

You told her you had a package for miss lee gahyeon and needed a signature.

The door closed only to be opened a minute later by none other than your girlfriend.

She looked at the package before looking up at you.

‘’Hi miss lee gahyeon?’’

She furrowed her brow before nodding

‘’I'll have you sign here and… leave a kiss here’’ you playfully tapped your lips, bending down for her to see your face.

‘’Y/n!’’ She exclaimed before pulling you inside. She looked in the hall before making a run to her room with your hand in hers. She closed the door behind you.

‘’Hey baby, i thought i-‘’ you were cut by her lips hungrily crashing on yours, pushing you against the door.

She then walked backwards towards her bed, turning you around before making the both of you fall on kt.

She hovered over you with a grin.

You lifted up your hands in defeat ‘’Please Miss it was only a prank’’ you cheekily smiled while she giggled at you

She kissed your nose before letting herself drop on you. She placed her face in the crooks of your neck before inhaling your perfume.

‘’I missed you so much’’ she mumbled

You hugged her back ‘’i missed you too baby’’

You then turned her on her side

you were now both facing each other

‘’I got called off so I thought maybe we could go out tonight?’’ You asked softly while your hand was lazily running up and down her thigh and back.

‘’Y/n i have a radio show tomorrow morning, i don't think the unnies would let me’’ she pouted

‘’They don't have to let you if they don't even know about it’’ you smirked making her giggle once again

‘’Okay, but only for an hour’’ she suddenly said, acting serious, almost as if she was scolding you.

You got up and picked her up, swirling her around in your arms, making her squeal in surprise, earning you a punch on the shoulder.

She cupped your face and kissed you, this time gently.

You put her down and the both of you sneaked out of the dorm successfully.

You were both frolicing in the streets of Seoul, hand in hand, laughing your stresses away.

Your plan was to bring gahyeon to a secret garden you used to take care of, but the girl seemed to have another plan.

She pulled you towards a small shop with a glowing sign.

An ice cream shop!

She jumped in excitement as she reached the door, opening it for you to follow her.

She pulled on your arm, getting you close to her side.

‘’What flavor do you want?’’ She asked excitedly as she looked through the glass display.

‘’What ever you want, I'll try as well’’ you smiled at her, admiring her child-like excitement and her gummy smile.

Once she decided, she whispered it to you with a kiss to your ear.

You ordered for the both of you and took the cones before exiting, still wanting to admire the night sky.

You walked arm in arm while savoring your ice cream, with her hair covering her side profile you almost didn't notice the touch of ice cream that was painting her nose a rosy color.

‘’Gah wait’’ you smiled, stopping in your tracks to turn her towards you, palm on the side of her face.

Her eyes shined as she looked up at you.

‘’Here’’

You grazed your thumb along the tip of her nose, making her cutely pout.

You guided your finger down to her pout

‘’Now what's this?’’ You asked tilting your head

She couldn't keep up her pouty act and smiled

You looked into her eyes

''Can i kiss you?’’ You softly whispered

She nodded smiling once again, now pulling you in by your neck, both of her arms finding their way around it.

You stayed there, simply tasting each other’s lips and enjoying the warmth of each other's body.

As she pulled away to caress you face you remembered something

‘’Hey, there's this place i want to show you, just a bit outside of town’’

She nodded, still having her arms around you neck

‘’I'd love for you to show me y/n’’ she smiled.

‘’Alright, last one there is a loser’’ you exclaimed before running away from her

You heard her screeching before laughing.

Although you did call a race, you stopped not too long after to wait for her.

She linked her arm with you once again and followed your steps to this hideout of yours.

You walked on the outskirt of the city, now walking up a slight hill.

After a few hundred meters you both arrived in front of a gate

‘’Wait isn't this a private property?’’ Gahyeon asked worriedly

‘’Yes’’ you smiled

‘’But i used to do gardening for this old guy, he told me i could always hang out here if i wanted’’ you added

''Aren't we gonna give that old man a heart attack if he sees us’’ she asked sarcastically

‘’No no don't worry he’s for sure dead asleep’’ you reassured her

You both looked at the stone wall and metal gate.

You started climbing over the wall when you remembered Gahyeon.

‘’Oh sorry’’ you laughed before jumping back down

‘’Here’’ you placed your hands together for her to step on.

She looked unsure

‘’I got you i promise’’ you smiled at her

She nodded before slowly getting ready to climb.

She stepped on your hand and you pushed her up before climbing next to her.

You dropped down and helped her down, putting your hands on her waist.

‘’Thank you’’ she smiled at you

You took her hand and leaded further into the seemingly never ending garden.

Thankfully the garden was lit up by lanterns, shining on every single flower during the night time.

Gahyeon stopped in front of a wall of flowers, caressing one of them before softly humming as she basked in the sweet smell of the flower.

You took your phone out and secretly snapped a few photos of her, making it your new wallpaper immediately.

You watched gahyeon as she walked through the flower garden, she seemed so entranced by all the colors and the wonderful fresh air procured.

She kept on stopping to look at each type of flower, asking you what the name of it was.

‘’You really fit well in this garden Gahyeon’’ you remarked as she stopped in front of a fountain.

‘’How so?’’ She questioned with a gummy smile, knowing what you had up your sleeve.

‘’Well you fit in so well because i can't tell which is the flower when i look around’’

She shyly laughed, smacking your arm.

You kissed her cheek before pulling on her arm to bring her further in.

You approached the end of the garden, leaning over the edge of a hill.

You told Gahyeon to wait there before you left towards a small building made of wood.

You entered and came back out with a lounge chair and a wool blanket

Gahyeon looked at you curiously

‘’How did you get those?’’

‘’Oh I used to watch the sunset when I worked here so I would always leave this chair and a blanket in that shed’’ you smiled before dropping the chair and laying down on it.

You patted the place next to you on the chair.

She joined in, squeezing her body next to yours on the comfortable lounge chair.

You draped the blanket over the both of you and wrapped your arms around her.

‘’What now?’’ She questioned

‘’Well I thought we could watch the sunrise together… if that's fine with you?’’ You looked at her, hopeful

She replied with a sweet and gentle kiss to your lips.

She pulled back to whisper to you

‘’I would love too y/n’’

‘’Perfect’’ you smiled before kissing her again, hoping this moment would never end.

#dreamcatcher x reader #dreamcatcher imagines #dreamcatcher scenarios #dreamcatcher oneshots #gahyeon imagines #gahyeon x reader #gahyeon scenarios

[fairytales-and-folklore]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖

Hi Grey! Thank you so much for the ask! <3

Since I did huntlow last time, I'll choose five sterek fics this time:

My Friend Thinks You're Cute

And that's when Stiles sees him, standing in the middle of the crowd, swathed in a black leather jacket, eyes alight as he flashes Stiles the most dazzlingly perfect smile. Derek The Music Major. The guy Stiles has had a massive crush on ever since they shared a class together in Stiles's freshman year. The guy who went on to graduate later that spring and leave town to go on tour with his band. The guy who composed such beautiful music that it made Stiles fall even more stupidly in love with him when he happened upon one of his live performances on YouTube the following summer. The guy who wrote the lyrics to the song he's currently up on stage singing motherfucking karaoke to. Derek Hale, Beacon Hills sweetheart, local legend, and international rising star. Derek Hale, lead guitarist of The Alphas.

Invisible String

He tries to imagine Derek taking up knitting, and has to fight to suppress the fond little flutter that stirs inside his chest at the image of Derek with a half-finished scarf splayed across his lap, yarn wrapped around his stupidly big, strong hands as he works them in an intricate pattern, the two of them sitting side by side on the couch, watching movies and working on projects together; has to bite back a bout of giddy laughter at the idea of Derek talking shop about his favorite stitch patterns, wandering down craft store aisles with a mountain of brightly colored, kitten soft skeins clutched in his arms, arguing the merits of aluminum vs. bamboo, cotton vs. wool, with those big surly eyebrows of his, as Stiles strolls along beside him. It's so absurdly soft and domestic that Stiles can't contain the longing sigh that spills out of his mouth at the thought of it.

It's A Love Story, Baby, Just Say Yes

For a while, there's a whole lot of nothing, just the sound of water splashing against tile, the scent of Stiles's Old Spice body wash wafting in the summer air, and— Wait. Is that…is Stiles singing Taylor Swift? Derek tilts his head to the side, catching sight of what is unmistakably Stiles's silhouette framed in the open window, towel wrapped around his waist, using a hairbrush as a makeshift microphone and belting out what Derek is 99% sure is the song Love Story by Taylor Swift.

Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found

He means to send the photo to Scott. Really, he does. But it's barely 9AM and he hasn't had coffee yet so his brain isn't firing on all cylinders, single brain cell chanting an endless chorus of Derek Derek Derek. Which is how he ends up accidentally sending the photo he'd just taken to Derek instead, along with the lovely accompanying caption: seriously scotty, just look at him, I think I'm in love. By the time Stiles realizes his mistake, it's too late to hit cancel. He hears the telltale chime of a successfully sent text, the little grayed-out delivered notification staring back at him with a mocking checkmark. He glances up, watching in abject horror as Derek pulls out his phone. Clocks his exact time of death as the moment Derek's eyebrows arch high enough to meet his hairline.

Hearts Like Wildflowers

Derek's presence is a solid warmth at his side, appearing through a tangle of branches in a blur of black leather and frost-bitten blue. He's been doing that a lot lately — showing up seemingly at random wherever Stiles happens to be. Stiles assumes he'd taken it upon himself to ensure that the pack's ticking time bomb doesn't go rogue and let another ancient trickster demon use his body to hurt those closest to him. He'd complain about that, only he kind of likes knowing that Derek is always there, because maybe he's a little afraid of that happening too, and he's glad to know that Derek will do what needs to be done if things go south. Derek glances over at him, careful eyes watching him as he glares down at the nemeton with a kind of fierce determination, hands balled into fists, shaking in quiet rage, and asks, in a voice that's so soft he almost doesn't hear it— "Why did you come here?" Stiles turns to look at him, eyes filled with tears that don't spill over but instead find their way into his voice. "I just—" he falters, swallows against the sudden tightness in his throat. "I don't want to be afraid anymore. I'm tired of this thing having some kind of sick power over me."

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