#shine bright shine far don't be shy be a star

[hurtspideyparker]

Why do you love Peter Parker? Do you think he deserves to be happy? (I want him to but no pressure, I’m just curious about what you think)

Peter Parker the light of my life, the gold in the sky and the glimmer at night, my inspiration, my gem, the ache in my heart.

I love Peter because for one he is so nerdy and sarcastic. I adore how quick-witted he is; like obviously he's a genius in physics and chemistry (and just in general), but being able to come up with funny remarks and stabbing insults while in the middle of a fight genuinely makes him so intelligent. And also when he uses his intellect IN a fight, like with Dr. Strange and geometry in the mirror dimension. Don't get me started on comic book Peter because he's created technology worth billions and at times outsmarted Tony Stark, Reed Richards, Hank Pym... he's just insane. 

I also just adore how geeky and awkward he is. He may be an insanely cool and beloved superhero but he also stutters when he talks to girls, geeks over Star Wars, and builds computers for fun. Peter Parker has superhuman reflexes but will also trip over his own feet. It's just incredibly endearing.

Personally I like Tom Holland's Peter the most because of how young and goofy he is. I want to see him be awkward, weird, shy, young, stupid. I enjoy seeing the contrast of inexperience and extreme power he possesses when in battle. It also makes the angst more delicious because that's a literal baby who's just been stabbed, crushed, beaten and bruised. 

The sheer New York of him too. Accent, attitude, proud and polite. He is a friendly neighbourhood hero! He watches out for the little guy! I feel like it's not something we see with many heroes. They usually focus on the big issues and major villains, but Peter is willing to help old ladies cross the street or prevent muggings. It's really sweet and simple. And when New York repays the favour? Top tier!!! He is the people's princess <3. I love that for him it's all worth it- every single person, citizen, problem. It's worth his time. 

Then there's his morality and self-control. One thing about Peter is that he's insanely strong and deadly. He's constantly holding himself back because he doesn't want to kill anybody. So in every fight not only is he battling the sensory overwhelm and keeping track of his enemies attacks, but he's also remembering to hold back his punches and kicks. He's vocally anti-murder and that's always been a really strong theme for him. It's what makes the moments where he does consider murder so much heavier. If a man who's constantly performing self-control and actively choosing to not do harm is pushed so far as to end a life? Terrifying. Peter chooses good over and over again; he spares the villain, sides with redemption, finds the solution- he chooses peace. I enjoy that for all the joyful, sweet, and bright energy he brings, there's this deep rageful darkness within him. The moments it shines through really remind us of how much wrath and trauma he really possesses.

In every universe Peter loses the things he loves most and still somehow keeps moving forward, finds the courage to still be Spider-Man. I think it says a lot about him that he can be beaten and broken so many times and still come out virtuous. His optimism, that hunger and responsibility for good? Just unmatched. So eager to do what's right that it ends up being his hamartia. It's actually pretty beautiful. 

And at the end of the day, Peter Parker is selfless. The hurt, loss, risks. All he does is give and give to make sure others are safe. He'll give up his own opportunities and happiness for the greater good every single time. He's an absolute sweetheart who will never pick himself. That's why I love Peter Parker.

So do I think he DESERVES happiness? UM, NOBODY DESERVES IT MORE THAN HIM. He's done so much for everyone, he's more than earned some happiness in return. He deserves to be happy and healthy for the rest of his life, to be at MIT with his best friends, in love, to have parental figures that DON'T DIE. 

Now do I WANT him to be happy... let's just say he looks really pretty in red and blue.

I want my man bloody and bruised, red rimmed eyes and voice cracking over tears. He's my favourite person in the universe and unfortunately for him I love angst so... yes I want him happy so he can then be sad again >:). No but seriously he deserves to be happy but bro can not catch a break (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

#peter parker #spider man #anon #ask #vibrates out of my skin because I love talking about peter parker ty anonie <3 #spiderman #marvel mcu

[aangelinakii]

KISS THE GIRL

in which prince seungmin wants to kiss you

idol : kim seungmin

group : stray kids

song : kiss the girl , the little mermaid

date : 25th june 2023

note : the reader will be female in this, just because of the song title , but all my other works are gender neutral unless stated otherwise

stars from the navy sky danced in the rippling waters as prince!seungmin continued to row the boat further into the heart of the lake.

his bright eyes moved from the scene around him, down to you, where you sat opposite him. he'd never seen you in this light, with the glimmering moon shining down on you, casting you with a beautiful pale glow.

you leaned forward slightly, and his breathing hitched, caught inside his throat, only for mild disappointment to build within his stomach when your hands only placed themselves on his, and pushed the oars.

"oh, do you want a go?" seungmin asked, his eyes wide as he looked over at you.

it had been such a shame; when you were found and taken in by the palace only a day ago, you hadn't spoken. even now, you didn't speak. you smiled and nodded or shook your head to convey your words, but never actually spoke. oh, how he wanted to listen to your voice, if it was as pretty as its owner.

in response to his question, you nodded, a soft shy smile on your lips.

you stood to your feet, and shuffled forward, trying to sit on the wooden plank beside the prince, only to wobble when the boat shifted from beneath you, and when you landed it wasn't in the seat you were aiming for.

heat rushed to seungmin's cheeks, eyes wide in surprise. he knew you didn't do it on purpose, but why did part of him not want you to move?

cheeks pink in embarrassment, you pulled yourself out of seungmin's lap and sat down beside him instead, sighing to yourself in exasperation.

despite knowing you hadn't spoken, and wouldn't, seungmin uttered a soft chuckle and a, "don't worry." he budged up slightly on his seat to allow you some space, and watched closely as you reached out to grab the oars.

with your hands on the wooden handles, you began to push the oars, moving the boat further into the middle of the lake, though quite slowly, as it was an action unfamiliar to you.

a warm sensation engulfed your hands, and lingered against your back, and when you looked down at the oars, you saw that seungmin had placed his palms over your knuckles. against your back, the muscles in his arm tensed and pushed and pulled with each stroke.

tiny lanterns began to hover around the boat, emitting a soft buzz that, together, sounded like a sweet song.

curious, you looked about, craning your neck around to look.

seungmin glanced over at you. "these are fireflies," he explained softly, stopping his row to admire them too. "this species is native to our island, and, as far as i'm concerned, can't be found anywhere else in the world. fascinating, don't you think?"

his eyes landed on you, half-expecting a reply before he remembered you wouldn't, and then merely chuckled. he watched your next moves with his mouth slightly agape, curious as to what you'd do next.

you pulled yourself to your feet once again, though smoother than last time, and sat back down opposite prince seungmin, sending him a soft smile before turning your attention back to the glowing fireflies crowing around your heads, almost in a dance.

beneath you, the boat swayed, and both you and seungmin peered over the edge into the dark waters.

illuminated by the fireflies and moon overhead, multi-coloured fish swam beneath them, sending ripples across the smooth surface of the water, the image of the bright moon faltering.

SPLASH!

a quick stream of water erupted from the school of fish, aiming directly for seungmin's face. upon impact, he yelped and pulled away from the edge of the boat, sitting straight in his seat.

grinning at the low possibility of such situation, you pulled away as well, chuckling at the water dripping down seungmin's cheek.

you leaned forward, bringing your hand up to carefully cup seungmin's cheek, which was now warming up in contrast to the cold water that had splashed him. your thumb swiped a couple times to rid his skin of the water, and you began to pull away.

but seungmin caught your hand before you could fully slip away.

his hand in your felt warm, and his cocoa bean eyes staring into yours felt like home.

this was the man you'd saved from a wrecking ship, dragging him back to shore, using your sacred siren song to ensure life never left his lungs. in this moment you couldn't help but wonder. did he recognise you?

the moment felt right. should he do it? in the moonlight, the pale glow glistened in your hair, emitting a haze that rendered you almost fairy-like. your lips looked soft, locking away kind words.

"is... is it okay if i kiss you?" he mumbled, voice small and shy, though his eyes never left yours.

accompanying a soft smile, your hand found his cheek once again, pulling him into you, and your lips locked in a sweet embrace.

#stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #kim seungmin #skz #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz seungmin #seungmin imagines #prince!seungmin

[floridaangel]

Shine bright, shine far, Don't be shy, be a star. Where you live, where you are, be a starrrrr 💫✨⭐️

#me #my post #florida girl #blondie #angel #mermaid #make up #fairy angel #green eyes #lips #bunny #mermaid princess #pink #glitter #star

[smallboyonherbike]

i know the barbie movie is going to "have real musicians" singing "real songs" but let's be honest will any of those songs hit like shine bright shine far don't be shy be a star from life size

#megamazing #i'm not joking when i say this movie is everything to me #Youtube

[montyduff]

Apex // Self Para

The young Capitol tribute ventured into the territory he recalled seeing an assemblage of animals emerge in earlier that day, predators ranging from the fierce maned lion to the sneaky, underwater crocodile. He didn’t yet know which of the carnivores he would pick to tie a leash around and command. The snake demanded the task of him so plainly that he mentally deemed it doable. The instructions, though spoken to him through the medium that was the serpent, were crafted by the men and women he so often sat around the roundtable with. Given any other situation, Pegasus would have been present for the meeting and shoving his scribbled suggestions across the table and towards the pile where more scribbled suggestions gathered. It was troublesome realizing he would’ve known the crop of tributes better had he not been one of them, as no solid ideas for what he would have the snake tell them came to mind. Whoever else remained and would be out attempting to stay alive was knowledge beyond him aside from knowing firmly that District 1 was finished.

Jasper Beryl’s blood stained a pale red in spots all over both of his hands. The scent of it, he thought, could very well lure in the kind of creature he needed. A few pocket-sized watering holes offered the chance to wash his skin clean, but he refused the opportunities. The blots made him feel as predatory as the savage beasts that surrounded him, cloaked by camouflage or land masses but present for certain. Aside from the countless victor deaths that characterized the third quarter quell decades before, no one had before been responsible for the death of a victor. He alone held the title, the record, the glory. It felt as though all of Jasper’s successes and status were flowing into him and making him stronger than ever before. With the resounding strength that now pulsated through his body, Pegasus dared his fellow Gamemakers to throw what they could at him. Better yet, he silently called out to the remaining tributes and challenged them to take him down in such an untouchable state. If anyone had managed to climb to the top of the food chain, it was him.

His instincts rarely led him astray. The way the grass fluttered in the wind was recognizable. The way it bowed beneath him as he stepped on the blades. The sound of his bare feet against the ground had become a consistent sound since his memory fully restored itself. The echoes of thuds several feet from him were new. The way the tall grass swayed in one clear direction wasn’t natural. Pegasus suddenly sensed he’d been set up and that more than the dozens of cameras installed in the arena’s crevices were pointed at him. A spotlight invisible to him followed every step or flinch he made. He was being watched. 

It was incredible that the big cat hadn’t elected to pounce where it stood to sink its teeth into his throat. Instead, it revealed itself dramatically, emerging from the grass and out onto the circular patch of dirt that now seemed more like an arena within an arena. A purr rippled through him and the tiger’s yellow eyes glowed in the afternoon sun. “Hey there girl,” he stated assumingely. “I’m not here to hurt you. We can be friends. Good friends.” Making absolutely sure not to lower his defenses, Pegasus bowed to the creature with a stern, unyielding face. Simultaneously trying to make the animal feel comfortable while asserting his own authority proved an odd dynamic. Somehow he was still in one piece.

The tigress prowled around the man, sizing up her potential prey in the same way he was figuring out how best to approach her. Faithfully leaping, he took two steps forward. The distance between them decreased greatly and the man’s skin tingled with anticipation. “Don’t move,” he warned her. He put his hand up in a swift movement and immediately regretted it. The feline swatted Pegasus to the ground with fangs visible. She pressed her weight against his vulnerable chest and unleashed the fury hidden beneath her claws. Bloody gashes opened down his pectorals, one claw unluckily slicing through the man’s nipple. The tigress snapped her jaws at his face again and again, never sinking her teeth into him to seal the deal. Pegasus wrestled to escape, but was no match for the predator’s power. He thought the end was coming as she retreated to seemingly pounce once more, but after the tigress growled maliciously at the downed tribute, she bounced off him and fled into the tall grass from where she came. The attack was over, but Pegasus didn’t stir. He didn’t move a muscle until the scampering of the feline’s paws were unable to be heard. Sheer fright held his back against the dusty ground. He couldn’t tell the difference between the catty yelps from his memory and the ones he could hear from the still retreating tigress. To be afraid of an animal, one without even the modifications he so enjoyed customizing, filled him with nauseating guilt. Had the mutts he helped craft been as powerful? As merciless? As real? 

River Caulder’s quiet outburst towards him years earlier made much more sense than it ever had. The mutts in his arena were prominent and killed nearly everyone, the victor included. While Pegasus admired their creative builds and characteristics from the safety of his mansion living room, real tributes sprinted for their lives from the nerve-racking creatures, many not as lucky as he’d just been with the tiger. He tried desperately to think of anything else, to refocus on his prior objectives. He had to win the Games to get back to his family, to London, and to get back to his career. The job he spent countless hours kissing ass to climb to the top for and even more hours designing mutts that would go on to torture competitors. How could he possible return to his profession knowing what it was like to stare the muttations in the face? It was diabolical. How could the Games be made more ethical? Mutts were half the equation most times. 

Pegasus spent the fleeting afternoon and evening attempting to tame another, less dangerous predator. A crocodile ascended from beneath the depths of murky water, its jaws clamping up and down in pursuit of his ankles. An eagle squawked and just barely missed the tuffs of his hair as it soared past him. Even the scavenger hyenas managed to outdo him, teaming up and making him their target entry for dinner. Each time his chest ached with the same apprehension the tigress introduced him to. These beasts were living, breathing creatures of God. Perfect, apex predators without the need for genetic modification. He believed more and more as dusk faded that his entire belief in muttation design was an abomination. Ridden with failure, both in completing his task and as a human being, Pegasus returned to the apple tree.

The enormous serpent still coiled itself around the trunk, hissing more quietly but still as persistently as it had that morning. Lost and confused, the young man opened his arms to it. “Have I been wrong about everything?” he shouted into the night. “Did you send me out there to find that out? This is sick and twisted. I’ve only ever done what I thought was the right thing to do. Does achieving your goals mean nothing if others suffered to make it possible?” The serpent’s ability to speak must’ve been temporary, for it remained silent aside from its natural noise. For a moment, Pegasus saw Lysander where the cold-blooded reptile rested. It was unlike the man to purposefully lead him to answers or to directly interfere with the outcome of the arena’s events. This unfolding epiphany wasn’t planned or planted. Nobody meant for him to make any sort of revelation. If Mr. Vultur knew he would be unhinged by the task, he would approve it. Mr. Vultur knew more about the inner workings of the Games than anyone. If he knew what Pegasus now knew, he was as cold-blooded as the serpent he continually switched places with the more the Capitol boy stared. 

Above him, Panem’s anthem began to play. Inside him, a rapidly spreading wildfire engulfed his nerves. The young man convulsed on the ground, twitching fervently enough to toss his body several feet in one go. Every inch of his skin burned and his insides squished under the most unbearable pressure he’d ever felt. The pain was indescribable. It was greater than crashing onto the Earth, popping his shoulder into place, and being scarred by the tigress put together. He could think of nothing but the agony and how desperately he wished for it to stop. The smallest adjustment to the burning made him realize that it never would. No mention of what would happen when midnight arrived with the challenge incomplete was announced, but it hardly took a genius to put the pieces together. This was death. Pegasus never imagined it would ever come and certainly not like this. The serpent stared at him with satisfaction sitting unhidden in its eyes. Still writhing about, he silently begged for the end to come. 

Then he remembered. The unbearable torture he was going through had been pitched at one of the last meetings he’d been able to attend back in June. A punishment for being unable to do what was asked of you. The suffering would be terrible, but only the tribute could end it. They’d all loved the idea and how well it would test the strongest tributes. Only the strongest would be able to overcome it, even if it meant their deaths. His axe gleamed on the ground nearby. 

Without a second thought, Pegasus slit his throat and the convulsing ceased. His blood poured out on the patchy dirt, running like rain down the blades of grass and onto the cracked ground. His life was quickly running out and with it, all of his regrets as passengers on the blood river. While he wanted the comfort of his family or the chance to apologize to all those he may have wronged, he craved nothing more than the opportunity for redemption. He still firmly believed he would have been a victor who brought change. Now he knew it would have been change for good. To fix the Games, to replace them somehow with something less cruel. The chance wouldn’t ever come, but it was comforting to imagine all the good he could have done. 

Seconds of Pegasus Gleam’s life remained and he thought only how grateful he was the sky was the same as it was on the outside. His eyes followed patterns of stars he knew all too well. First the pointed tail of Scorpius, then the most prominent point on Lynx. Virgo sprawled out north, east, and west, and the winged horse forever flew freely through the galaxy. The bright and burning balls of gas millions of miles away gleamed the way he always hoped he did. As that light, his light, faded, Pegasus knew precisely what he would spend his next life designing. 

BOOM

#self para #tw: death #tw: blood #goodbye pegasus my good boy #shine bright shine far don't be shy be a star #i'm crying send help #Pegasus

[i-did-not-mean-to]

I'm all about sappy love story for haldir. just don't tell leggy! "Imagine being Elrond's youngest and journeying to Lorien for the first time and falling in love with the charming March Warden Haldir"

Imagine from @imaginexhobbit

With love and thanks -🌙

Hey anon, sorry this took me so long :(

I have never written for Haldir, so please forgive me if it's terrible...(but there's an Easter Egg in it for all the Elf-lovers out there)

Starlight

Words: 1.9 k

Characters: Haldir x reader

Warnings: nothing (at least I hope)

You were entirely unimpressed – this far – with the fabled forest of Lothlórien.

Tired and hungry, you struggled to keep your countenance as smooth and dignified as your dear “father”’s, but – judging by the tutting of your guard-dog – you were not doing the best job.

Elrond had of course had millennia to perfect the gentle expression that hid annoyance and mockery like the morning fog veiled the treacherous crevices in the rocks you used to climb as a youngling.

You were still trying to set your own face into a semblance of decorum when the whole party stopped; it was not abrupt or brusque – Elves flowed, they floated, they hovered gracefully – but you had not been paying attention and – unbeknownst to anybody else – you flinched internally at your lack of perspicacity.

“Milady,” a gentle voice resounded, and you looked up to see a man – armoured and armed – bow slightly, “My name is Haldir and I am to escort you to the Lady of Light.”

Everything about the man was so pale that he looked positively unripe, you thought, intrigued by the silver hue every single thing in sight – the patient stranger included – seemed to have in this enchanted wood.

“My lady,” that strangely exotic apparition greeted you, bowing deeply and introducing himself as something called a ‘March Warden’ – you knew not if he warded the marching or if he was a warden on the march – to which you merely nodded sheepishly.

He was – upon further inspection – a charming creature, somewhere between the ethereal veil of morning mist and the solidity of silver, shining bright in the enchanted gleam filling the air.

As a guest of honour, you were taken to a spacious room in which you washed away the dust from the travel and – finally – found yourself standing on a small balcony overlooking the high trees glimmering as if the stars were attached to their branches like tiny lamps.

You wondered about that stranger who had greeted you with so much reverence and almost shy friendliness; his eyes had been warm and kind despite their frosty colour and his smile had promised a sweetness that was golden more than crystalline.

Everything around you seemed so cold in hue and in décor and yet, that one man had been enough for the heat to linger permanently in your cheeks.

“What are you dreaming of, child?” a voice resounded behind you – mysterious queen, mother-in-law of the one who had taken you in like a father, angelic being – Lady Galadriel was starlight captured in the pristine glass shrine of the fairest woman ever beheld by your humble eyes.

Didn’t she know?

Soundlessly, she floated closer, her gaze following yours and her smile broadening when you tensed upon seeing that Elf you had been thinking about so tirelessly for the last hours appear.

Unlike his Mistress, Haldir moved quickly and purposefully, and you wondered where he was headed.

“The March Warden?” her tone was soft as a summer breeze and held a playful note that surprised you in one so old and stately.

“Milady,” you stammered, unsure what to say.

“I am not certain Elrond would thank me if I let my warden claim his ward,” she chuckled under her breath; the sound was like a complex song rippling through the still air and driving shivers down your spine.

“Although,” a slender finger was pressed against a perfectly shaped chin in an expression of thoughtfulness, “that would teach him.”

“What do you mean?” you asked breathlessly, overwhelmed by her presence.

“Do not trouble yourself, little one,” she smiled warmly, “but many a stranger to your home has fallen under the charms of your very own Lindir after all.”

“Lindir?” you couldn’t help but laugh, “he’s a pet. Oh, he’s the absolutely kindest soul in Arda but surely, no…”

Lady Galadriel merely smiled and – after a moment – you saw Haldir’s head snap around as he hastened back and came straight towards where you stood overlooking the path.

"We'll see," the Lady’s voice whispered in your mind and – when you turned around to tell her not to trouble the man in his duties to indulge your silly infatuation – she was gone.

“Milady?”

The soft call from underneath the balcony made you spin around yet again, and you started to wonder if Elrond had not found you – a discarded goblin child – in a bush seen how much you were lacking in the department of grace and poise today.

“Yes?” you asked shamefacedly; maybe, he was merely looking for his mistress who seemingly had called him through that neat mind trick of hers.

“Lady Galadriel has asked me to escort you to dinner,” he called up, craning his neck slightly so your gaze fell like a rain of admiration onto the perfectly chiselled whiteness of his face, “do you want to come down or shall I come up?”

Oh, having him here – in this very room that had been given to you – was a thought too indecent and seductive to indulge in, lest you lose track of time again and thoroughly destroy any shred of goodwill he might have harboured for you.

“I shall be down in a moment,” you replied in a voice as soft and charming as you could muster.

Throughout your stay, Haldir was – suspiciously often – tasked with entertaining, escorting, or simply watching you; as far as he understood it, your position as the ward of another powerful Elven lord made you something of an important guest, and he didn’t seem to question or mind the menial and – undoubtedly – excruciatingly boring task.

Nonetheless, you were fiercely aware that he had other things to do than to trudge through the forest with you and explain the different trees and plants to a rapt but utterly distracted audience of one.

Every time you tried to bring that up though, he merely looked uncomfortable and muttered something about his fulfilling his duties – no matter what they were – as well as he could; for some reason, he chose to make you feel guilty for trying to help him.

Truly, he made it sound as if you had doubted his obedience or competence when you merely dreaded his resentment.

He could not take much pleasure in playing the tour guide and babysitter to a pampered and slightly clumsy young woman instead of securing the borders of his realm.

Talking to Haldir was hard anyway; he was withdrawn and dignified, answering all your questions diligently but never giving you any indication of affection or encouragement beyond what was perfectly appropriate in the given situation, much to your dismay.

Unfortunately, that did nothing to dispel your own growing fondness of the sound of his voice and the quiet, unintrusive kindness he lavished on you so generously.

Less dignified and reticent than most of the Elves you had had the pleasure to meet in your life, you were aware that it was hard to ignore how much you favoured Haldir’s companionship, but – even though he never refused or missed any of your planned excursions together – he did not seem to reciprocate your enthusiasm which had started to make you grow somewhat sad.

“Milady,” he then – one day – said softly during one of your long walks, “I have to ask you something!”

Surprised, you looked up into that smooth face that now rippled like the surface of a lake under a full moon before settling into the warmest smile you had yet seen grace his sharp but delicate features.

“You are a joyful person,” he started, his brows twitching slightly as he focused on his train of thought, “and I’ve wondered many a time if it was just your sunny nature that inspired such open friendliness towards me.”

Chastised, you shrank back; it was true that – as the days went by – you had waited for his visits and strode out to meet him more than once.

‘Impatient child’ Lord Elrond – the man you knew as your guard and father – usually called you indulgently whenever your eagerness to reap happiness like summer berries overrode your decorum and good breeding, but you could not expect or demand that strangers extend the same permissive goodwill to you, could you?

You had made a fool of yourself, and it was mortifying to stand in front of this self-possessed warrior like a scolded child.

“I didn’t mean it…” Haldir sighed quietly under his breath, “I never meant to insult you in any way, Milady, I just wondered if..."

It looked as if the gravity of the rest of his thoughts only struck him as they were about to be released into the world like an arrow nocked and ready to fly.

That single moment of hesitation was enough to imbue you with new strength; there was but one way out of this awkward situation – at least in your eyes – and that was to push straight through the middle brazenly.

“What did you wonder, March Warden?” you asked teasingly as a pinkish hue crept over his brow and the tips of his elegant ears in a miniature sunset that was just as marvellous and magical as the real thing.

“I do not dare presume,” he tried to tread lightly; the heart of a maiden – and her honour – were precious and not to be trifled with, “that there would be anything particular to my person that might warrant such a level of exuberant enthusiasm in a lady so fair.”

“Would that distress you, Haldir?” His name, though often offered, sounded like the cracking of a whip in the silence following his formal opening.

“No,” he replied hastily, “yes…yes, it would.”

“Why?”

He was kind and gentle, courageous, honourable, and entirely too serious; harder and sharper than the mellow gentlefolk you had known back at home, Haldir made you feel alive, and his name tasted like lightening dancing on your tongue.

“I do not,” a slight frown passed over his countenance like a dark cloud obscuring the moon, “I do not know how to react to that. I am bound in service to Lady Galadriel and the realm; I am utterly undeserving of any measure of affection.”

The laughter bubbling up in your chest rose like a crescendo of airy waves and floated away like mist in the cool evening air.

“Don’t you know who raised me?” you asked gently, extending your hand to him and smiling broadly when he took it and caressed the back of it with his slender thumb, “dutiful, honourable behaviour is what I grew up to respect and cherish.”

“So…it is…me? I’ve thought I’ve noticed that my humble self was granted the brightest smiles and the warmest greetings,” he murmured, stepping closer to you, “and it was quite a novel concept.”

Haldir, you thought, was – just like your father – a man who checked on the well-being of all those around him before ever wasting a single thought on himself; you could more than just admire that, you could come to find love within the rigid structures of his life.

“Well,” you smiled cheekily, “you are very special.”

“Special?” he guffawed, a melodious, soft sound that caressed your senses and entranced your mind.

“To me at least, yes, you are,” you doubled down fearlessly and – when he leaned down ever so slightly – you surged up to drill your audacious words into his stubborn head by means of a passionate kiss.

And this teaches me not to claim to be able to do something I am not able to pull off...LOOOOL

Sorry for the wait (again) and for the end result; I hope - dear anon - that I could at least amuse you a little bit.

Lots of love from me ❤️😘

#request #IDNMT answers #more Elves #Sweet Elbereth #Haldir #haldir x reader #the hobbit #fanfiction #lots of walking #some fluff #I tried

[yunkiwii]

✧ D-4 Seeing the Christmas Lights with Seokmin

seokmin x gn!reader ; sfw, fluff ; established relationship in the early stages, they're just adorable

 wc: 625

from the collection: christmas with my biases

Pulling up at the front of Seokmin’s house after dinner was something very new to you, being him the one who, until today, had always picked you up at your place and in his car. 

You can’t help but smile widely as you see your boyfriend step out the door and hopping his way to your car with his hands inside his coat’s pockets, the beige scarf floating lightly behind him. Before opening the passenger’s door he peaks through the window, only to be making funny faces at you before stepping inside looking more serious than ever, adjusting himself on the seat more times than necessary. 

“This feels incredibly odd.” He adjusts himself one more time, putting the seatbelt on and finally looking back at you, his signature bright smile making your heart melt, “Hi!” And he leans towards you.

“Hi!” You too lean in to meet his lips in the middle way, pecking him not once, not twice, but three times. The third kiss lasted a little bit longer, before fading into timid smiles slowly pulling away from each other. “Did you eat well?”

“What-” a shy chuckle bursts out of him, “I did, I did. Are we switching roles right now?” he tilts his head to the side.

“Please, we don’t have assigned roles!” You playfully roll your eyes at him, because truly, you did not have assigned roles. However it is true that the way you are acting is the way he usually does, “But yes, we are! Today I’m taking care of you!”

Seokmin doesn’t verbally respond, simply holding your right hand up to place a kiss on your knuckles, and you drift your gaze to the street in front of you when the contact sends shivers directly to your spine. 

As soon as you start the car, he lets your hand go free, only for you to whine and intertwine your fingers in his again, “I drive an automatic, we can hold hands.” 

Smiling widely, you drove out of his neighborhood. And, focused on the road ahead, you missed the way his face heated up from the tip of his nose to the very end of his ears, his thumb continuously rubbing the back of your hand mindlessly, occasionally tapping to the rhythm of the song playing on the radio. 

Finding a parking spot relatively close to the Christmas Market was an impossible mission at this time of year, and that's why you didn't even bother trying, not daring to approach the heart of the city with your car.

"It's faster if we walk anyway." You grin at Seokmin and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you walk out of the nearly empty parking lot, so far from the market that the lights seemed like little stars in the sky.

"And we can actually see more Christmas lights like this." Seokmin looks up, admiring the colourful lights that harmoniously decorated and enlightened the naked trees around you. You, on the other hand, admired the way the light reflected on your boyfriend’s skin, enhancing all of his best features just the right way. His eyes glowing brighter than the moon, the bridge of his nose shining along with his cheekbones everytime his smile widened up and his eyes became smaller. You don't even realize you had been holding all the air inside your lungs, until you felt your chest tightening up and an urge to finally let it go, breathing out a sigh louder than you intended. "Is something wrong?" Seokmin's face and gaze drop to meet yours, but the corner of his lips grow back up again when he sees you smiling back at him.

"No, just admiring how beautiful the lights are."

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[txt-fic-recs]

Hello! Thank you for all your hard work. I am looking for some TxT x Reader stories or Yeonbin Fanfictions. Please let me know if you find anything! Thanks!

Hey anon! Mod eyla here, I'm working on creating a user-friendly masterlist which has links to all pairings and their fics. I personally don't read any 'x reader' stories, sorry, but if you search 'yeonbin' on this blog maybe you can find some!

In the meantime, here are a few yeonbin recs which you might like :)

A Gentle Blue Reminds Me of You

Rating: M

Pairing: yeonbin

Additional tags: college au, fluff, crack, angst, supernatural elements, Choi Yeonjun is a ghost, slice of life, angst with happy ending

Status: Complete

Word Count: 25k+ (2 chapters)

Summary:

"Why do you like the sunrise and sunset so much?" Soobin asked yeonjun.

Yeonjun glanced at him, humming in thought.

"It's not necessarily the sunrise and sunset I like so much, but rather the time before it," yeonjun answered him.

This made soobin confused. He looked back at yeonjun, meeting his gaze. "What do you mean?"

"The sunrise and sunset are pretty, but I like the several minutes before it the most. The time when everything is quiet and frozen in place. It's almost like the world holds it's breath, waiting for the day to break. It's at this time where everything is peaceful and calm, before the world let's that breath go, and our chaotic lives catch up to us."

Or in other words: a slice of life ghost au that has a happy ending.

the stars in the sky don't shine as bright as you

Rating: G

Pairing: yeonbin

Additional Tags: fluff and angst, friends to lovers, highschool au, soobin-centric

Status: complete

Word count: 1k+

Summary:

Soobin didn't know much about the stars. He'd tried to understand them. Went to libraries, skimming through novels on nebulas, moons, and black holes. But as much as he tried to wrap his head around the universe, it never quite stretched far enough.

Now sitting on the roof of his house, Soobin held on tightly to his knees, staring up at the night sky as his eyes flickered from star to star.

or where Soobin gets overwhelmed trying to understand his emotions and Yeonjun is there to remind him that he is enough for him.

The Stars Didn't Shape Our Fate (we did)

Rating: G

Pairing: yeonbin, taegyu

Additional tags: hogwarts au, established taegyu, soobin is shy, confident yeonjun, fluff, humour

Status: complete

Word count: 7.2k+

Summary:

(hogwarts/soulmate au) huening kai, beomgyu and taehyun start a game called 'find soobin his soulmate'.

-

soobin always says he hopes to meet his soulmate soon.

when he says that, he is thinking of bumping into someone by complete accident or finally chatting with a classmate he hasn’t talked to before.

what he definitely doesn’t mean is for his friends to take matters into their own hands.

(nor did he ever imagine that his first words to him will be ‘you look like a sexy lemon’)

Hope you like them! :)

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[thickness-protection-program]

Maybe Tyra Banks was right. Shine bright, shine far. Don't be shy, be a star. Where you live, where you are, shout it out, be a star

#personal post #please tell me at least one person remembers #pLEASE

[the-supreme-g0ddess]

🖊 Kladora one shot?

ty :D

🦋🦋 30 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION 🦋🦋

Hey anon, of course! I wasn’t sure where to do it from so I made it set in a situation where the Baudelaires and the Quagmires had boarded Hector’s self-sustaining hot air mobile home. [I actually took this out of a Wattpad series I’m writing :)]

Hope you like it! It’s kinda long XD

Klaus POV

I turned around in bed again. I hadn't been able to fall asleep yet. I sighed and thought about today. Jacques Snicket was dead. But Count Olaf had been captured. We're with Hector now. We're safe. We don't need to hear Mr. Poe cough. Again. We rescued the Quagmires.

The Quagmires...thinking about them, I felt a smile beginning to form. Or rather, thinking about her. Isadora. I knew I liked her, a lot, ever since I saw her and she shared that witty couplet. But did she really like me back? She kissed me on the cheek once in the library...and she hugged me when we saved her...but was she just being kind?

I turned around again, and then got up. It was 2:30 AM. This was no use. I wouldn't be able to sleep if all I could think about was her, so I put on my robe and glasses, and slowly walked towards the door. Violet stirred in her sleep. I froze. She sighed and then lay still. I walked out the door and went to look down at the view.

The wind was blowing softly, and my hair came into my eyes. I peered over the edge and gasped at the land below us. We were so far up in the sky that the houses looked like ants. The fields were about as big as my thumb. I laughed softly at the breathtaking view when suddenly I heard a creak behind me.

I turned around and saw Isadora. Her hair wasn't tied, and it framed her face. Her lips were slightly parted and her beautiful eyes were wide. My heart starting beating faster and my face flushed. I hope the darkness covered it.

"Klaus?" she whispered. "Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me. What are you doing here?" I said.

"Couldn't sleep." she replied.

She made her way toward me, then stumbled forward as the mobile home tilted slightly to one side. She fell against my chest, and, surprised, I held her.  She let out a small gasp and stood frozen against me. I took my arms off her awkwardly and she stood up, face red.

"I- uh- sorry..." I muttered. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you. And there's no need to be sorry" she said. "I liked it." She gave my a shy smile and then giggled as my eyes widened and my cheeks reddened further. She turned away from me and looked up at the stars, a soft gleam in her eyes. They were big, bright and clear. "It's beautiful" she breathed.

"It is. But..." I trailed off, thinking it was better not to say it.

"But what?" she asked.

"Uh...nothing. Never mind."

"No, tell me! But what?" she persisted.

"It's nothing, really!" I said, and then bit my lip as I saw a mischievous glint in her eye. Oh no. She wasn't going to let this go.

"Klaus Baudelaire, you will tell me right now what you were going to say or else!"

"Or else what?" I said, leaning against the railing and smirking at her, raising an eyebrow.

She paused, staring at my lips. "Hello?" I said. "Isadora, you there?" She blushed, her cheeks turning a faint shade of pink. "Or else...or else I won't talk to you!" she said defiantly.

I chuckled softly and shook my head. "Fine. I'll tell you. I was going to say..." I hesitated.

"Go on." she urged.

I sighed, and ran a hand through my hair. This was it. "I was going to say...that the view...isn't as beautiful...as you..."

"I-" she faltered. "You really think so?"

I took a deep breath. "I do. I've liked you ever since I saw you. You're kind, caring, understanding, funny, witty, sharp, a really great poet. And you're beautiful. Whenever I'm around you, I feel really happy. You make me really happy, Isadora, I...I  really, really, like you."

Her eyes were shining and her mouth hung open. She took a shuddering breath, and then laughed softly. "I really, really, like you too, Klaus." she whispered and then entwined her hands behind my neck and kissed me.

She tasted like milk chocolate and salt and her hands tugged at my hair from behind. Her lips felt softer than I had imagined. I kissed her back and wrapped my hands around her waist. I had never felt happier.

Isadora POV

"I really, really like you too, Klaus." I whispered and then lifted my hands up, wrapped them around his neck and kissed him. His lips were stiff at first, but then they softened. He licked at my lower lip, gently asking for permission, and I opened my mouth slightly as he pushed his tongue inside. I let out a soft whimper.  He tasted like sweet oranges and apples. And he kissed so well.

I pulled apart and looked up at him. "So, are we official?"

"I suppose so. If you want to be, that is."

"I do." I laughed and buried my face in the crook of his neck. "I'm feeling so much better now." I said as she breathed on him.

"I am too." he said, grinning from ear to ear.

"Where did you learn to kiss like that?" I murmured.

He chuckled. "Did you like it?"

"I did." I whispered back, and smiled.

Klaus POV

The clock softly chimed 3 times, signalling 3 AM. "Iz, are you sleepy? It's 3 in the morning."

"A little." she let out a small yawn. She looked adorable. I kissed her forehead and whispered "Good night, then. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Good night Klaus. Thank you."

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[freakynct]

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: counselor!xiaojun, public sex, no foreplay, unprotected sex, short smut scene, some fluff

you had complained in the beginning of the summer because your mom insisted that you applied to be a counselor at summer camp and you were pretty sure she was just trying to buy herself a free of children summer with your dad, since your little brother was already going to the camp. but now that you've been there for four weeks, you realized it wasn't so bad. the kids were friendly and the other counselors even more, especially xiaojun, whom you had your eyes on since you arrived. he had revealed himself to be sweet and caring, a success among the children, but really fun to hang out with too. you remembered one particular night when all of the younger counselors got together at one of the cabins to throw a little get together with a lot of alcohol involved. xiaojun got so wasted that you had to spend the whole night holding him up and watching him throw up into a bush while laughing your ass off every time he tripped over something or said something stupid. you had both grown to be quite close with each other and you would've been lying if you said there was no tension between you, even the other counselors had teased you about it but you always avoided it so things wouldn't get awkward.

the night was warm and the stars shined bright in the dark sky, only being able to ear the sound of the cicadas and your footsteps on the grass as you pulled xiaojun by his hand through the trees.

"c'mon, it'll be fun." you pulled him even harder when you felt him resist but were able to keep dragging his body behind you.

"what if someone sees us? we can be kicked out." he showed his concern for the tenth time that night and you just rolled your eyes, finally stopping in front of the big still lake, the moon painting soft lights over the water.

"stop being a wuss." you came closer to him and even though it was dark you could still see his eyes sparkling back at you. "everyone is sleeping, it's super late and we're far from the cabin. no one is gonna find us, i promise."

his body seemed to relax a bit more at your words and you noticed you were still holding his hand in yours. you let go of it and your fingers started working on the buttons of your shirt, xiaojun's eyes widening and quickly looking around him.

"so are we really doing this?" you chuckled at how nervous he sounded and you let your shirt slide down your arms, leaving you with just your bra on.

"are you getting shy now?" you teasingly said, watching as he tried to look anywhere else but the exposed skin on your body.

"no. i just… ugh whatever, lets just do this." you clapped your hands together, smiling as he finally went along with the idea, pulling his shirt over his head and letting in fall to the ground next to him.

you quickly undid the button of your shorts as he did the same, both of you getting rid of the clothes covering your bodies until you were standing in front of each other in just your underwear.

"wow wow, what are you doing?" xiaojun's eyes widened as your hands made their way behind your back to unclasp your bra and you couldn't help but chuckle at his innocent reaction.

"we're going skinny dipping, xiaojun. you have to get naked." and under the soft light of the moon you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of red, which you thought was endearing. "i'll turn around if you want." you chuckled while turning your back at him, finally taking off your bra and panties, still standing facing the water, the summer breeze hitting your naked body softly.

"isn't the water gonna be too cold?" you heard his voice right behind you and instinctively your body turned around to face him, a gasp leaving between his lips before he covered himself with his hands and you laughed at him, his face adorning a shocked expression.

"you said you were going to turn around." his voice only made you laugh harder, noticing how he tried his best not to look at your exposed body but failing, his eyes flickering in your direction from time to time.

"stop being such a baby, c'mon." you turned around, making your way to the lake and letting your feet drown in the cold water, your skin shivering at the temperature but trying not to show it. you knew that if you mentioned it he wouldn't want to get in. 

you felt his presence next to you, noticing how his hands still shyly covered his member and you couldn't help but to smirk, thinking about what must be hiding under it. his body tensed up when he felt your hand being placed over his, and if it wasn't for how dark it was, you would've been able to see the red tint that adorned his cheeks. you pulled his hand with yours, lacing your fingers with his, looking up at him to give him a warm smile, his other hand still trying to cover his most important part.

"lets get in together." you told him, his head nodding at you and your legs moved forward, getting deeper into the freezing water, xiaojun following carefully next to you and you felt his hand squeezing yours, the hairs on his body sticking up. you took the opportunity of seeing him distracted with where he should place his feet over the rocky bottom of the lake, to let go of his hand and push him forcefully by his back, making him lose balance and fall into the water, a small scream leaving between his lips as he disappeared under the water. you held onto your stomach as you laughed, your cheeks hurting from it, and you saw him appear at the surface again, gasping for air and running his hands through his face and hair, his mouth wide open as he looked at you in shock.

"are you crazy? the water is freezing!" you could only see his upper body above the water, his hands slapping the water to try and keep his balance. you still couldn't stop laughing, which caused you to not notice when xiaojun got closer to you, wrapping his drenched body around yours, making you let out a very similar scream to the one he had given you when you pushed him.

"xiaojun, you're freezing. let go of me!" you squirmed under him, trying to get away from his hold but it was his turn to laugh and have his fun with you.

"oh you don't like when i do the same thing to you?" you felt him starting to drag your body further into the lake and you screamed again, feeling the water rising up your body.

"no, xiaojun, stop! please stop! i'm sorry!" you tried pleading but nothing worked as he lowered himself under the water, dragging you along with him.

you felt your hands grab even harder at his shoulders, the cold water freezing the blood inside your veins and you gasped loudly once he brought you back up.

"fuck you!" you screamed, pushing him away by his chest as he kept laughing uncontrollably. "you could've killed me!" you complained and he rolled his eyes at you.

"who's being dramatic now? this was your idea, remember?" he raised his eyebrow and you walked towards him, jumping and placing your hands over his head, forcing him to go under water once again, as revenge for trying to turn your idea against you.

as you were busy chuckling, you felt xiaojun's hands being placed around your legs and your body shivered, not from the cold, but from feeling his touch, so gentle against you, his body still underwater and his hands raising further up your thighs and you realized you forgot to breathe for a second. he placed his hands on your waist, for balance, suddenly raising up to the surface, water splashing around you and you looked up at him with slightly widened eyes while he ran his hand through his drenched hair, a warm smile on his lips. you gasped as his arms wrapped around your naked body, pulling you closer to him and closing the gap between both of you.

"we need human heat. otherwise we're gonna freeze here." he chuckled and you gave him a small smile back. you didn't know if it was actually the body heat or the fact that his body was so close to yours, but your blood was indeed starting to warm up. you also didn't know where the shy boy that he was five minutes ago went. he seemed way more confident now. maybe it was because you looked so vulnerable to him at this moment, maybe it was because the blood was rushing to his head. "unless you want to get out of the water." as you felt xiaojun starting to move away from you, you were quick to pull him closer to you again, only realizing later how desperate you looked, but he didn't seem to mind.

"no… we can stay here." your voice was shaky from the cold, his arms wrapped around you once again and, almost involuntarily, your legs wrapped around him too which made your cheeks turn into a slight shade of red.

his face was the closest to yours it had ever been and suddenly it was like you had changed roles with each other. you were so used to being the confident one when you were with him, you were always the one intimidating him, not the other way around. but now, being so naked in front of him, even if covered by the water, made you feel somewhat insecure about your actions. your eyes slowly closed as you felt his lips brush against your cheeks, so soft and gentle, barely touching, but it was enough to send a fire through your body. 

you would be lying if you said you never thought about xiaojun this way. but you never thought, in a million years, that you would find yourself being this intimate with him. he moved his face to stare right into your eyes and this time it was his nose rubbing against yours, his gaze moving between your eyes and lips. you could cut the tension between you two with a knife.

"i want to kiss you so bad." his voice was barely audible, as if he was just talking to himself. "can i?" you saw the boy from before coming back again, the nervousness being noticeable in his voice and facial expression and you realized he probably wasn't involved in situations like this that much.

you nodded your head and his lips shyly touched yours, brushing against them softly at first, as if asking for permission again until he finally locked it with a kiss. his lips moved gently and slowly, he wasn't in a rush to finish it just yet, he wanted to savour the moment and so did you. you could feel his hands under the water, touching your skin just as softly as his lips moved against yours. you could tell he was being careful not to touch you inappropriately as if your naked body wasn't already glued to his but you thought that was endearing. you moved your hands to his hair and you felt him deepening the kiss, his tongue brushing slightly over your bottom lip and you gave him permission to enter, parting your lips to feel his tongue dancing with yours, even if awkwardly. your bodies were starting to heat up despite the freezing body of water around you and you opened your eyes slightly when you felt something poking your stomach. you knew exactly what it was but xiaojun seemed too distracted kissing you to even notice. you opened your eyes a little, his lips still glued to yours and you smirking at seeing him so invested in the kiss, like he didn't want to let go, ever.

"xiaojun?" you murmured against his mouth and he only hummed in response, his tongue still trying to caress yours but you moved away, facing his confused and oblivious brown eyes. "your friend is poking me." you told him, looking down at where your bodies meet and as soon as he realized what you were referring to, he quickly moved away from you, so awkwardly that he almost slipped on the little rocks beneath your feet, his hand under water, trying to cover himself even if you couldn't really see anything under the moon's reflection.

"i'm sorry, i… i'm sorry." he tried getting out of the lake as fast as possible, hearing you chuckle behind him, following and trying to catch up.

"xiaojun, it's ok. please don't go." you tried being serious, but seeing him so embarrassed about something so natural was very amusing and you couldn't help but laugh quietly as both of you exited the lake.

"i knew this wasn't a good idea." he mumbled, crouched up, picking up his clothes from the floor.

"what are you talking about?" you held his arm in your hand, pulling him up so he was facing you, his body taller than yours but shivering like a little stick from how cold he was, his hand holding his clothes in front of his crotch and you thought it was cute how, at this point, he was still trying to cover himself up. "didn't you like kissing me?" you asked, his eyes trying to look everywhere but you and you placed your hands on his chest, sliding them down slowly, which definitely caught his attention, his cheeks burning up from shyness. "hm? i really liked kissing you. but if you don't want to…" you moved away from him but he immediately caught your arm, just like how you had done to him in the lake. oh how the tables had turned.

"i liked kissing you too." he whispered, his eyes nervously looking down your body for the first time since you got out of the water. he could feel his cock getting even harder at the sight of your naked body, completely wet and shining under the moonlight. so beautiful, he thought. and without thinking twice, he let go of the clothes in his hand, holding your face and connecting his lips to yours once again, this time a little more passionate, a little more desperate. 

he let go so both of you could breathe, looking at you as if he was expecting for you to say something about his sudden approach. you smiled at him and looked down at his hardened member.

"how did you get so hard under that cold water? were you that turned on from kissing me?" you chuckled, looking in his eyes and you saw his cheeks blushing.

"i'm sorry, it's so embarrassing." he chuckled himself and drifted his gaze away from you but you were fast to caught his face in your hands, moving closer to his body until you could feel his skin against yours.

"i want you too, you know." you almost whispered, your lips almost brushing each other, his eyes locked with yours in surprise. "you might not see it, but i want you." and just as you confessed your last words, his lips were back on yours, kissing eagerly. at that moment you could feel how much you wanted each other, how much you needed each other.

his arms wrapped around your body and pulled you tight against him, his hard member pressing against your stomach, so desperate to feel your touch. xiaojun pulled you to the ground with him and the fresh cut grass felt cold under your bodies. he moved to get over you, your legs parting to let him settle between them, the kissing turning desperate, needy, as if you were hungry for each other and i guess you could say you were. his hands felt every inch of your body, one of them sliding between your bodies to feel the wetness dripping out of you, ripping a whimper out of you.

"are you a virgin?" he broke the kiss to ask, his voice getting more careful.

"no." you simply said, bringing him back down to meet your lips again.

he stroked himself a couple times before lining up with your entrance. there was nothing to say, no time to spare. you were both too desperate to feel each other. neither of you ever wanted to admit how you felt for one another, but you could finally let it all out right here, right now, the moon as your witness.

"fuck…" the curse left his mouth almost unintentionally at feeling how tight and warm you were around him, swallowing his cock so well that xiaojun had to exhale deeply against your neck not to lose it right then and there. he placed both of his hands besides your head, balancing himself out before starting to slowly thrust inside you, his wet hair brushing against your neck every time he moved, your body shivering at the feeling.

"please fuck me harder." you begged, your voice sounding more whiny than what you intended to but xiaojun was quick to comply. his hips moving faster, his cock hitting harder inside you, the sound of skin slapping against each other getting mixed with the music of the cicadas around you. 

his breathing started getting heavy, your moans louder and the thrusts more sloppy. the desperation and eagerness taking over your bodies, both of you getting washed by an intense feel of pleasure that left your bodies shaking. xiaojun held you close to him, his warm breath still heavy against your neck and you looked up at the stars above you while both of you came down from your orgasm. he lifted his body up from yours and you immediately felt like you missed him already.

"shit…" he cursed as he pulled his cock out of you, watching his cum drip slowly out of you. "we didn't use a condom." he said, worry evident in his voice and as you sat up to look at him, you also saw that feeling reflected in his face.

"it's ok, i'm on the pill." you gave him a warm smile and you saw how his body relaxed at your words. "we better go get cleaned up though." you said, getting up and picking up your clothes, throwing his pants towards him.

you both got dressed and started walking back to the dorms, in silence. none of you said a word but you could sense how tense his body was next to yours. you felt his hand slightly brushing against yours until he finally had the courage to intertwine your fingers together, still without speaking, just walking into the night and as you approached the dorms' entrance, he pulled you to face him.

"uhm, i… i would really… i would really want to take you out sometime." he mumbled as he looked down at your fingers, laced together, the nervousness picking through his words. you could feel your heart warming up at how he stumbled over his sweet words. even after something so dirty, he was still the same cute and shy guy you met on the first day at camp.

"i would love to." you replied with a smile, moving closer to kiss his lips gently, seeing the way his eyes sparkled and a small smile appeared on his face as you moved away again. "see you tomorrow." you said before letting go of his hand, which was harder to do than what you expected, leaving the happy boy behind, the butterflies dancing in your stomach and as you walked to your shared room you thought, you might just be falling in love.

#nct smut #wayv smut #xiaojun smut #xiaojun imagines #xiaojun scenarios #xiao dejun smut #wayv imagines #wayv xiaojun

[sailingintothenight]

“A poem called you.”

Story Summary: With the effort of her still short life, (y/n) has become a bright star in a sky full of them. Now, your biggest dream came true and you’re part of the movie “Spider-man: far from home” as the love interest of the cute and shy Peter Parker, played by the charming and handsome Tom Holland, the person your friend has been in love with. But when new feelings are born between you and him and, they demand to be heard, love plays hide and seek in the maze of your hearts, threatening to break the three of them.

Pairing: actor!tom holland x actress!reader.

Warnings: angts, but a lot of fluff.

A poem called you materlist:

Teaser

PROLOGUE:

Longing looks and dark desires, an Illicit love and secret encounters, everything can be born from a single glance. But when you don't listen to your heart, this one dies from sadness every day, and in the end, in stardust it turns, making way for the saddest poem of all.

At 2:30 pm local time and when the day is still colored by the bright sunlight, you rest away from your lover for a brief moment, because you know that after the end of this day and when the moon rises again in the night sky, you will fly away from him to a place where everything is darkest (because you know anywhere without him will be dark.)

Standing on a fictional battlefield, surrounded by wrecked cars on a bridge with a blue screen behind, your body —wrapped in a superhero costume, dirty after a fictional fight— is exhausted after a long day of filming, and your fragile breath is deep and painful, but your mind and heart are more awake than ever before. 

The world is noisy in the afternoon on a recording set, but in the background, you still can hear the sad melody of a goodbye that hangs in the air and that should be said after this last scene together, a melody that will patiently accompany you through this last moment between the two of you.

Away from you, amid the fire, smoke, and debris, Tom, now playing Peter Parker, limps in your direction, keeping a smile on his battered face in the moment he sees you.

"Hope, you're okay." He speaks your fictitious name the moment you both merge into an embrace, his arms holding you tightly against his toned body, letting you feel the rhythm of his heart through his superhero costume with traces of blood and dust, spreading an electric tickling that finds every nerve ending hidden deep within your being. “You're okay."

Tom lets out a sigh through his parted lips only to feel your body against his, because it is small for him and because it fit perfectly in his arms, as if an Angel himself had carved it that way. But then, he closes his eyes for a moment, because in his gaze it hides painfully, the sad goodbye that you two must say to each other before an ocean gets in your way for a whole year: and because of that, Tom knows that he must hurry and catch the deepest desires of his heart, before you take them with you and far away from him for a long, long time. 

Would God be so generous to stop this? Because the best and colorful memories of the past months are turning blue inside you and him, even if you two try to avoid it.

It is coming, the inevitable separation.

"Yes, I'm okay, we are okay, Peter." You sigh in relief, your hands around his neck in one of the last hugs you two will enjoy in each other's arms. "It's over, Peter, we won."

But as time ruthlessly pursues after you, you both pull apart to culminate this last scene. 

His face has traces of blood, and the locks of his hair fall rebelliously on his forehead, but a childish smile is drawn on his beautiful and tender face. His gaze, now almost at the level of yours, takes everything from you. From the color of your eyes to his own reflection in them, which shine in the same way as the day you two met. And in this moment, Tom Holland falls into a blue ocean of worry as a dark melody spreads into the world, in his world as he runs against his own fear, his own guilt and the seconds that tries to catch him, becoming too overwhelming for his little heart.

"Anyway, uh..." You say, playing yourself more than your own character as you look for something in your suit pocket, until you find it, and, among small pieces of glass, the moon necklace that is fragmented into several rest in the palm of your hand. "Happy gave me this, he told me to… ask you about it."

"Oh, no..." The moment you expose the gift that barely survived the battle against a supervillain, Tom's hands find yours to cradle the necklace that Peter, his character, was going to give yours after the victory against Mysterio, his voice breaking into a sad lament that rises from the bottom of his heart. "Hope, I'm so sorry, I had it all written down, this plan, this stupid plan, I wanted to give it to you–"

And while Tom keeps babbling words non-stop, you know that this moment is yours and you make it come true when suddenly, inadvertently to Peter — because Tom knew what was to come — you lean forward to kiss his lips that never stop talking, suddenly snatching the words from his mouth with an innocent action. 

And then he looks at you, more than surprised, with a frown and his eyes slightly wide as his heart stops for a second that seems like an eternity, because the sincerity in your character's eyes is mixed with the fear and guilt of the actress behind her, a beautiful but catastrophic combination that he fully recognizes.

"And you kissed me... what?" But Tom can't help but smile, because through that glorious performance of yours, he had felt the truth of your lips on his like a wave of happiness. Interestingly, a movie set is the perfect setting for a scene that appears to be from real life, where it's just you and him in the world under the sunlight and the gazes of the team. "You…"

“Yeah… uh…” You bite your lip before speaking, because the words you want to say seem to be difficult to pronounce when you're within hours of saying goodbye. "I'm not very lucky when it comes to getting close to people, so I lied… I, I wasn't watching you just because you were part of the avengers."

"Wow… that's great." Tom smiles, with an angel look in his autumn colored eyes that secretly look at you with all the love that he feels for you right now. You shine like a star, resplendent, unique in a dark sky, because that's what you are for Tom Holland. Of course, at first he didn't know, because when you are reading a story from its first page, characters are presented as two different worlds, as travelers venturing to explore unknown territory, and when they meet, for the first time, it is like witnessing the collision of two universes because just by looking into each other's eyes, they cause a wonderful explosion in the heart of the other. “I really like you."

And in your eyes is, the smile in your gaze, and he can see clearly, and he knows his heart won't be able to let you go after this day.

"I really like you too."

It's tenderly awkward, the way he tries to get close to you to lightly taste the love on your lips with a brush of his against yours, but his eyes — Peter's eyes — are full of hope, eager to taste a little more, because at this very moment, a door that will guide you to a new world has opened and both hearts are eager to discover more, and that is why the distance between his autumn-colored eyes and the galaxy in yours closes when you both lean in looking for more, kissing each other deeper this time.

"And cut! Okay guys, you can stop now!" The director laughs, speaking behind the megaphone that allows him to be heard in that huge place. “It was perfect, guys, we finished."

Tom chuckles as he pulls away from you, removing the arm that he had tightened around your waist.

"I guess this is the end." The sadness in his voice and his sudden english accent startle you, because he has returned to being Tom, Thomas, and that is when the world regains the sound when you realized this is the end. 

So, gathering courage, you dare to look deeply into his eyes because you no longer have time to be afraid, because the heartless time has finally caught you up. 

From the beginning, Tom and you knew that what you two did was forbidden, like biting the apple of discord every night in which, secretly, you two enjoyed clandestine encounters, because the desire to be together was like fire inside you, and he, the only man you've ever fallen in love with so deeply. 

"Can I take you to the airport at least?" He ask.

The sadness in your gaze is more real than any Hollywood scene, one in which Tom is suddenly submerged himself, lost in your innocent eyes that makes him hold his breath for a second.

"We will be fine, right? I mean, it will only be a few months." You try to smile, only to color the grayer scene you've ever been in, playing yourself for the first time. It was only an I’ll see you soon, because you want to believe that not even the greatest oceans could separate you two, because Tom knows that you will shine again in the sky of his life, because you are light, because no matter how many times you two take different paths in search of your dreams, the world would always conspire in your favor to meet again. "Can we... make it work?"

"Of course, darling. I'll call you every night until you start to think it's annoying." Tom chuckles, he takes your hands and keeps them warm, but hidden there, on the edge of his gaze, shines his despair because Tom doesn't want you to leave, because his heart is anxious, about to explode. “And I can visit you on your new recording set for a few days so don't worry, we'll make it work. You know why?"

With a broken smile, you try to push to the back of your mind the thought that Tom will be too busy filming Onward, Cherry, and then the devil all the time to fly to Australia, the place where you would be from tomorrow on, but, in a constant struggle between your mind and your heart, this last one wanted to believe that you two could make a long distance relationship work.

"Why?"

"Because I love you."

Your hands clench his like an involuntary reflection of your heart clenching when you hear those words that float from between his lips with all the naturalness in the world. Suddenly, you feel that you can fly even if you don't have wings, and your shyness sinks into a deep sleep to give way to a liberating emotion that allows you to stay where you are now, tall and strong, smiling, with such a strong fighting spirit that holds you like gravity to the ground.

"You do?" You ask in surprise, and your eyes are as innocent as a little girl's.

"Yes, I do." Tom laughs, delighted by you.

"I love you too." You say out loud, and it is easier doing it than you had thought. "I really do."

And suddenly, the world is a bright place, warm as his hands when they let go of yours to take your waist and to get you closer to him, in sync with your body that is attached to him too, your hands in his wavy chocolate hair, as soft and fluffy as a cloud. The magic of a love so pure — despite having kept it a secret as if it were a sin — spreads throughout the world when his parted lips catch yours and they kiss you fiercely, releasing every little pain in his heart for a prompt goodbye that was about to slap him across the face.

When Tom tilts his head to the other side, you feel dizzy, and the feeling is as intense as it is overwhelming, but you can't stop now, because you don't want to have any regrets when this day is over so that time and distance doesn't win completely, so this moment can be eternal.

And when the applause and whistles of the witnesses of this moment explode like fireworks in the sky of your life, you know that everything is fine, your heart feels that warm and nervous feeling, an extreme emotion while, just looking into each other's eyes, you spread smiles on each other's faces... at least until you separate from him and see her, standing far from you.

The sadness in Zendaya's gaze is evident, and she, become the collateral damage of a love that had no intention of harming anyone but that did it anyways: her pain was the proof of that. The air in the world doesn't seem enough to reach the emptiness that her departure leaves in your chest, but when you try to go after her — to explain something that didn't have an explanation that would not break her heart even more — Tom's hand in your arm prevents you.

"She was going to find out sooner or later, darling." The guilt is evident in his voice, but Tom, who has always looked past her possible pain, wants to believe that this moment will not be as devastating for her as you think.

"You knew she was in love with you, you already knew when I told you."

Here at this moment, standing facing each other, always in the same place, you two seem to be at different times, as if you don't belong together even though life seems to conspire in your favor.

"I know. I love her too, as a friend, but I risked everything to be with you because I wanted to be with you. Because I love you."

But as you look into his eyes and shake your head with a heart about to stop with fear and adrenaline, you realize that finally, that moment had finally come into your life, the answer to your questions of what would happen if Zendaya finds out about the forbidden relationship between the two of you: and the feeling is suffocating, to the point of almost destroying you.

“I can't let her go like this. I'm sorry. I can’t."

And you go, leaving him alone and confused like if you haven't reciprocated his feelings, and you run, you run off the set and down the path that Zendaya made, following her in a hurry around that huge place in a studio in Los Angeles that is sunny and resplendent at that time of day, while, in the distance, Tom's voice calling your name no longer makes you feel like you are walking on a flower path, pure and innocent because he can no longer make you avoid feeling guilty about this betrayal, guilty of the decisions you made in the past to be with him. More dangerously, you had bet what you had in favor of a love that you hoped would last for a long time, asking the nightly stars not to hurt your friend in progress, but apparently, while looking at her looking for her car, you realize that no one in heaven had heard your prayers.

"Zendaya, please wait!"

She stops when she hears the voice that had betrayed her, but her body tenses as a reflection of danger.

"How could you do that to me?"

Her words are cold like the iciest winter night, freezing your heart until it breaks in two.

"I'm sorry, Z, I promise I never meant to hurt you."

Right now, the tests love made you face, make you wonder if it is worth fighting for, if the triumph of a sincere love is worth breaking the heart of a third person. Some would say yes, others would say no, never. Because if God is a woman, as Ariana Grande said in her song, that would be Zendaya, so smart, real and beautiful, and breaking her heart was never in your plans, nor was falling in love with the same person she was in love with. But sometimes, at the end of the day, falling in love feels like sailing into unknown waters, like living in a sweet dream, like touching heaven with your own hands to then falling hard to the ground.

"Get in the car. I guess you have a lot to tell me."

@eridanuswave​

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Before you fall asleep II

Language: English

Rate: M (NSFW)

Pairing: Charles-Henri Sanson x MC

Note: FOR @humi-and-co​ CHARLES’S APPRECIATION WEEK. This vampire deserves more attention.

I did proofread this but...Still may contain mistakes, sorry in advance!

Part I   

"Still she has nothing to do with this plan, it can succeed without involving her."

"Are you listening to me? Charles, you are acting strange" Vlad looked at the young vampire in disbelief, after all, Charles was always loyal to his plans, what was wrong with him lately? "This is the easiest way to have them all in one place and proceed."

Charles remained quiet as his gaze met the window, then he sighed knowing he couldn't do anything against Vlad, at least if he wanted to keep his immortal life, even sacrificing himself nothing would change. Faust was suspicious, that person in front of him was not the vampire he met long ago.

After a while Charles excused himself, he needed to feed the human, Vlad and Faust exchanged glances "He's a doctor, it's natural for him to take care of humans." Faust spoke to soothe Vlad, however, the priest knew something was going on between those two.

°°°

"What to do?" she said sadly looking at herself in the mirror. One or two weeks, she ignored how much time she had been in that castle and the real problem was not to be there but not to have the right to choose.

"I know you don't want anything to do with me but" immediately the young woman's gaze left the mirror to focus Charles who was carrying a silver tray with human food, she felt embarrassed instantly "I can't walk away and let you starve to death" she nodded moving her shirt collar to cover the hickeys that the hot kissing session they had two days ago left, nevertheless, Charles noticed flushing.

She started to eat in silence while Charles accompanied her "Charles" she called his name softly, like a whisper "What do you feel for me?" the question came slow, shy, afraid of the answer but for a reason beyond her understanding, she knew...He loved her. The vampire was shocked, he knew why she was feeling that way, and that question represented a second chance for him, for them.

"I'm sure you already know the answer but I'll say it as much as you need to listen. Long time ago I thought I didn't deserve love, it seemed like a star far away from me but one day you came to my life like a gust of wind, and I found my self on my knees feeling what I thought I couldn't" He smiled delicately approaching a hand to touch her cheek, surprisingly she closed her eyes as she used to do "What I feel, you ask? I love you more than anything, and I know I'm right for you."

"You're Charles." she replied, heart almost breaking her ribcage "And I love you too" the external circumstances that surrounded their relationship were complicated, but not a reason to throw everything to the side. Faust who was listening outside the door covered his eyes with his right hand moving aside his glasses. His intuition never failed, now...Should he tell Vlad?

The night went by peacefully, for the first time Charles and his beloved human slept together cuddling on a needy embrace. Both as happy as they could be in the current situation.

°°°

Back in Comte's mansion all of the residents were trying to find a solution, the difference was they concluded the person who had their girl falling head over heels was the city doctor, Charles. They didn't trust him but for a fact, they knew he would protect her as much as he could, secretly they were grateful.

°°°

The next day Charles went to Paris to arrange some unfinished things that took more than he expected, he hurried to the castle before sunset and there she was, waiting for him with a smile... Though he felt his heart drop, she didn't deserve what was happening, she was innocent in the middle of a war.

"Bonsoir, mon petit chouchou. Comment ça va?" He asked on an extremely sweet tone that made her glow "Be prepared, we're leaving this place tonight" she didn't understand but as he guided her out of the room...She got it.

Both went through the roses garden taking a carriage Charles had prepared with Comte's help, nor Vlad or Faust noticed. The plan was to keep her far away from any danger taking her to Órleans where the great vampire had a beautiful house they could use to hide.

"Are they going to be okay, Charles? Are you going to be okay?" She said shaking with fear, not even for her own life but for the ones she loved "Shhh, we are strong enough. We must protect you, my lady" He kissed her hand keeping her body close to his chest. His heart was racing the same as hers but if they were together everything would be alright.

°°°

After two hours they arrived at Órleans. The darkness of the night hid them until they got into the house that was more like a mansion, in the main room the young woman approached the big window just to take a look to the city and garden, Charles stared at her silently.

Moonlight illuminated her body perfectly, her hair flowing like silk and her chest moving with every breath she took. He moved without thinking and hugged her from the back pressing his body tenderly. She sighed and closed her eyes as the vampire's lips trace a long path in her neck "I'm not strong enough to resist you. You're like fire, burn me, chérie"

She felt desire grown inside her and just abandoned herself to the moment. Charles sat her into the window's frame, opened her legs, moved her skirt and knelt kissing her milky skin finally reaching her core and licking it after removing her underwear "You taste as sweet as you moan. So delicious...I'm going to eat you up."

"Yes, ahg, yes...Please" Her feminine voice echoed into the room as her right hand immersed into Charles's hair. His lips felt soft as his tongue played with her clit driving her to ecstasy "So warm...And sweet" his voice rough and lower than usual, he moved down to let his tongue slide inside her, at the same time he took one of her legs to put it on his shoulder. Her body had little contractions and her hips moved with the cadence Charles guided.

"I'm so...Close, Charles" two of his long digits went inside her rubbing his walls deliciously and didn't stop "Cum...Cum for me, my love" and as she was getting close to her orgasm Charles moved his glossy lips from her core to kiss her leg, fangs already showing "You're making this hard for me..." he tried to control himself, he would never do something without consent but then she spoke on that erotic voice "Do it, oh Charles...Do it,  do it" he did so, no hesitate due to how hot he was feeling. He bit her inner thigh sending waves of pleasure through her body, her blood was a drug, she was the Nirvana. She screamed in pleasure but that was not enough, the lovers were on a passionate frenzy.

She stood up with trembling legs, the vampire looked at her thirsty but never expected to be pushed into the bed "I want you, I need you..." she climbed over his body taking off his clothes and kissing every space of pale skin, he did the same with his senses completely overwhelmed "Are you going to ride me? What a pleasure to have a goddess all for me" his voice animalistic. It didn't take to much before she guided his cock inside her moaning at the feeling to be complete.

Her nails scratched his pecs as her hips bounced sensually creating an irresistible peace, wet sound, moans, and groans disrupting the silence of the night. Charles's right hand grabbed her hips roughly as his left caressed and pressed her breasts, pinching her tiny nipples, they kissed playing with their tounges, her taste still in Charles's mouth.  "Ah, just like that..." the feeling of him twitching inside her was mind-blowing. Both were getting close to finish so Charles increased the peace, harder, deeper, faster and cursed in french as the walls of his lover clenched around his cock.

Both came hard and long, luckily they were the only inhabitants of the mansion. He freed himself inside her and seconds after she collapsed onto him, Charles hugged her as she was the most precious thing in the world "You're my knight in shining armor. I love you" the vampire kissed her cheek and lips, she was his everything "Je t'aime beaucoup, mon amour."

°°°

"Well, it seems Charlot...fell in love," Faust said walking towards Vlad who was making miracles to contain his rage. "And you kidnapped his lover, Vlad."

"Is that so?" Vlad paused for a moment looking at the bright moon "What to do with such a rebel kid?"

"Don't even ask me" Faust replied exasperated.

"Well, you were their benefactor, Faust." Vlad said sharply "I supposed he found what he was looking for...I wonder how this story will end."

The point was that even Vlad knew there was nothing stronger than love, no matter what he may think, no matter what people say.

#ikevamp charles #ikemen vampire #ikevamp #charles henri sanson #charles appreciation week

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Bucky Barnes: Power Outage

Warning: this is a smut!

(repost from my Wattpad)

This is my baby right here 👉🏻

Words: 4,000 - i put a whole ass storyline into this

Sum: While staying at the Avengers complex, Y/N finds herself stuck in a power outage, lucky there’s one other person awake to keep her company. Lemme tell you, she’s real lucky.

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I turn my head stare out the window into the dark country sky. I admire the stars and the nice blue sky  In upstate New York, the rain crashing down against the window. I woke up in the middle of the night and I can't fall back asleep so now I am soaking in a bath. A dim light is in the corner of the room, not serving much light. I take my hand and play with some of the bubbles.

My own home got destroyed due to an Avenger incident, my apartment complex went down. Thankfully I'm closely aquatinted with Wanda who is allowing me to stay with her in the Avenger complex. No hard feelings, I got my own guest room honestly I can't complain. Tony and most of the Avengers have been gone out on business for a while, but Wanda and a few others are still here. Honestly it's been rather relaxing and welcoming.

Strangely, the dim light flickers off. I furrow my eyebrows and sit up in the tub. I'm in complete darkness.

"That's creepy," I whisper and stand up, pulling the drain lever. Maybe the bulb burnt out. I grab my towel and wrap it around myself, stepping out of the tub and drying myself off.

I drop my towel and grab my clean clothes, pulling shorts and a tank top over my body. I can see myself in the mirror, my tired eyes and wet hair. My shirt clings to my body, making it almost see through, but I figure I won't see anyone. I shiver and open the door which leads to the hallway. Everything is pitch black and I can't see anything. I begin to hear a faint noise far away, it sounds like bottles clinking together. I blindly walk towards the noise and my eyes slowly adjust to the darkness.

I turn random corners and realize I'm walking in the direction of the kitchen. It's very late, I wonder who is up. Gliding my fingers against the wall so I don't bump into anything, I see a dark figure moving around in the kitchen. Timidly, I walk towards it and cross my arms, feeling overwhelmingly cold.

"Hello?" I ask in a low voice.

I stand at the entry of the open kitchen, looking at this large figure which is not Wanda. His arms are moving around and it looks like he is pouring alcohol. His head looks up and his hair falls behind his head.

"Hey."

He has a low and calming voice, I know who that voice belongs to. My feet patter along the cold tile as I walk towards the counter. I can't really see anything but I can kind of see his face. I think that’s Bucky, I've talked to him before in these past couple of days. Before I came here, Wanda talked about him because she assumed I would be scared of him. I look down at the bottle he is pouring and see it's vodka. He is straight up drinking vodka in a whisky glass. He must take alcohol well. But it is past twelve in the morning– seems personal.

Moonlight shines from the window and surrounds us, giving me a better view of his face. He looks at me with kind eyes and pushes a glass towards me.

"What do you drink?" He asks and turns around to the alcohol cabinet.

I can tell he just came out of bed, he's wearing grey sweatpants and a tee shirt. I can see his metal arm that extends from his shoulder, I eye it for a moment, trying not to stare at it.

I stumble my words and say, "anything really." I wasn't planning on drinking tonight, I was actually planning to look at apartments in Manhattan.

He pulls a bottle of something out of the cabinet and turns towards me.

"Enjoying yourself so far?" He asks with a small smile on his lips.

I nod my head and say, "it was very generous of Tony to let me stay here. I'm leaving soon though."

He pours himself another glass of vodka and I can smell it from here, it's burning my nose. With that much alcohol in his stomach, he must be drunk.

"I haven't seen you around here that much," I mutter and drink some more of the wine. I think this wine costs more than me.

My mind trails off but then I recall that it's true, I have only spoke to him a couple of times but other than that, I haven't really seen him. I can tell he's shy and reserved.

He nods his head and speaks, "you can probably tell this place isn't very private. Tony has his security following me around all day. I'd rather live anywhere else but here honestly."

"Why's that?"

He shrugs his shoulders and says, "he thinks I'm a threat." My bottom lip pouts when he says that which makes him chuckle.

"Well," I speak and finish the glass. "You seem fine to me."

He smiles and looks up at me for a couple of seconds and we sit in silence. He's rather handsome, his stubble and hair compliment his face rather well, and even in the darkness I can see his deep eyes. Looking away, I stare out the window at the horrible storm.

I clear my throat and ask, "what happened with the lights?" Obviously trying to make small talk.

Bucky shrugs his shoulders, "just the storm probably. But no one is awake to fix it."

I laugh and look back up at him. So I'm stuck in darkness for who knows how long.

"Rough night?" I finally ask, watching him chug his glass of vodka.

He nods his head and stares down at the bottom of his glass. "Yeah." I couldn't help but feel bad for him. I feel rather comfortable around him, Wanda was right.

"You’re not alone on that one.”

I can see another smile forming on his face. "Why are you awake at this hour? Beauty sleep is important you know."

I laugh and respond, "I couldn't sleep so I took a bath. And then the power went out."

He nods his head and his mouth timidly opens like he's going to say something. His bottom lip falls and he timidly says, "you're being really nice to me." It almost sounded like a question.

I furrow my eyebrows In confusion and my words slowly stumble out, "why wouldn't I be nice to you?"

"I don't mean to state the obvious but,” he looks down at his arm and my gaze shifts to his to robotic piece. “the metal arm is kind of flashy," he jokes.

I shake my head and say, "Wanda throws things with her mind, I'm not one to judge."

"Well," he begins and plays with his glass. "I'm not used to this much kindness from a stranger. People don't take lightly on what I did." He taps the glass with his digits. “Not to get all sappy here, but..” He trails off with weak laughter.

A small smile forms across my cheeks and I shake my head, " I don't believe in ghost stories."

He mutters, "a lot of people do."

He smiles and his hand reaches over the counter for mine. My eyes follow his hand as I’m curious what he’s going to do. His hand wraps around mine and carries my hand to his lips. "You're a doll." He places a soft kiss on my knuckle, slightly grazing my knuckle with his sharp stubble. I can feel the warmth rising in my cheeks like I’m some child. We look at each other for a second, which seemed like forever, and just from those seconds I can tell he is in desperate need of loving– genuinely speaking as well. Our hands rest on the table, his on top of mine. Then I hear a loud familiar bang remarkably just outside the window; my body tenses up and I peer outside. Bucky couldn’t help but to chuckle a little. The amount of thunder outside is making me wonder how long this complex will be in darkness.

My eyes finally meet Bucky’s and I sense some sort of tenderness in them. My first instinct was to question his sobriety, but then again I don’t think any human would even be standing from drinking that much alcohol. “Are you drunk?” My head falls and I watch our hands.

"No."

And that was all I needed. There’s something about how he’s scanning all over my face and arms, and shoulders, and my neck– something rather extraordinary.

Bucky slips his hand away from mine and reaches into his pocket, fiddling for something. I look down at my empty hand and swallow my disappointment. I slide my hand back to my wine glass and fiddle with the stem, distracting myself. I notice a bright light and look up to see Bucky on his phone. He squints from the light and his eyes crinkle as he analyzes the screen. I turn my head and stare out the window at the rain, watching as each bead hits the glass, splattering and cracking into multiple directions. I turn my direction back to Bucky, thinking of conversation to make.

From the speaker on the ceiling, I hear a robotic voice speak, "connected to IPhone." In confusion, I watch as Bucky places his phone down flat on the counter and he gives me a small smile. Surrounding me, I hear the sweet tune of Fly Me To The Moon by Frank Sinatra. I instantly smile in excitement.

Bucky sticks out his hand to me, and without sharing words, I know what he is asking.

I can feel myself being flattered by his request, and I stutter for a moment before eventually and uncertainty giving him my hand.

Bucky broke out into a toothy smile, pulling me into the open kitchen, right below the speaker. The music floods in all directions, I can feel it swaying around me. My eyes trail up his face and lock eyes with him. He bears such kind, watery eyes that visibly travel all around my face and body. Bucky tilts his head lower, leaning closer to me, causing pieces of his chocolate hair to fall on his cheeks.

Bucky lifts up his arm and twirls me around, I couldn't help but giggle. My hair whirls around my head and I come to a stop in front of him. His tired eyes look into mine and his hands grab at my waist, pulling me closer to him. I slide my hands up his neck, feeling the muscles and caressing his prickly skin, eventually resting them behind his head. We move in tiny circles to the smooth beat as I slightly sway my hips.

He twirls me around again, wind fluttering my hair, a thought comes to my head and I say again, "I think you're drunk."

He shakes his head and chuckles. "I'm not drunk."

The song ends and we continue to dance as another song which I don't know but it sounds old-timey. I swear I can do this forever. But he stops me in front of him and keeps his hands wrapped firmly around my waist. I can feel my heartbeat increasing, and my skin getting a hot flush of red as we stand on the cold tile just admiring each other. Truth be told, no words can stumble out of my lips right now, he has me locked in a trancelike state. My finger tips start to circle around pieces of his hair, making his tongue swipe across his bottom lip.

My lips part and I speak a couple of words, "we should get to sleep soon.” I look past his face and into the empty hall.

Bucky's smile fades and his face slowly moves closer to mine, his breath bouncing off of my face. Our faces are centimeters apart, I had an overwhelming feeling to move closer, like something was even pulling us closer

"I don't want to sleep."

  Then Bucky filled the gap and kissed me, I shut my eyes, sliding my hands down to his stubbly jaw, and gently gripping him, falling into his cracked lips. I kiss back, our lips gently moving together until he pulls away, staring down at my face with his eyebrows gently furrowed. I can feel my body temperature rising every second that he just looks at me with his deep eyes, there are hints of lust as well, him slowly looking at my body and every curve of my face just added to it. I can feel myself wanting more of him. Maybe it was the time, maybe it was the wine, or maybe it's just him- but I ache to show this man love.

Through the silence of us and the song playing in the background, he mumbles, "are you leaving soon?"

I nod my head and swipe his bottom lip with my thumb. "Yes," is all that I can say, it seems all of my words are choked up in my throat.

"I don't want you to."

His voice is deep and demanding, making me realize that I don't want to either. Bucky smushes his lips against mine, making a little moan slip out of my mouth. His lips separate from my mouth, making me ache for more, they slide down to my neck and I tilt my head back, giving into his gentle yet lustful kisses. His large hands swiftly make their way to my ass, and in a quick motion, he lifts me up into his arms. He detaches his lips from my neck, and cold air hits against the wet kiss marks, sending shivers down my body. Bucky gently places me down on the counter, his hands placed firmly on my waist.

His thick fingers run along my back, giving me tingles and a sensation I didn't know was possible. I can feel a heat and a tickling sensation run throughout my stomach and core as his wet lips tease me with kisses and his fingers dance along my back. I can taste the vodka on his tongue that plays with mine.

His hands move down to my thighs and he gently grabs at them. I wrap my legs around his waist and slide my hands down his torso and up his shirt, feeling his abs and every muscle on his body. He leaves a trail of sloppy wet kisses down my neck and soon the only noise in the room was our heavy breathing and slow music. Some part of me wants the lights to come back on so I can see every single part of him. I pull up his shirt and he stops kissing me. He rests his head on my chest and looks up at me.

“Are you sure?"

Before he can finish his sentence I cut him off and eagerly assure him, "yes."

Bucky goes to work, removing himself from me and pulling off his tee shirt. I gawk at his bulging biceps and thick torso. My eyes trail up his chest to his eyes, only see lust and passion in his them; Bucky bites down on his bottom lip and leans into me, kissing me softly, making sure there’s no skin left untouched. His rough, calloused hands run up my shirt and send a shiver throughout my entire body. I can feel myself getting excited and eager, rubbing my thighs together to make some friction. Under my shirt, Bucky grabs at my bare boobs, massaging me while lustfully kissing me. I grab at his lip with my teeth and gently pull his lip as little moans fall from my mouth.

He takes off my shirt and lets it drop to the floor, and for a moment he stares at my chest, admiring my body.

"You're gorgeous, doll."

I smirk and moan as he plants wet kisses on my exposed nipple. When he pulls away I get hit with a burst of cold air on my boobs. He leans into my ear, biting it and kissing my jaw. I throw my head back and tangle my hands into his hair, tugging gently at his locks. His breath on my neck sends shivers down my spine.

"I want you," I whisper into his ear.

Bucky grabs my thighs and roughly pulls me towards his hips. "Yeah?" He asks in a husky low voice. His voice makes my hormones go nuts, I can already feel myself dripping for him. I can feel his large excited bulge inside his sweatpants waiting for me as Bucky's hips grind against me.

"Not just yet, doll," he mumbles in my ear.

My body wants him, in a way I need him. His fingers hook in my shorts and pull them down, along with my panties. They both drop to the floor. I'm completely bare, and his eyes roam my body like I'm candy. Bucky hooks his arms around my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the counter. He bends down, coming eye to eye with my dripping pussy. His stubble runs along my inner thighs as he places small kisses on my skin. His tongue pressed between my folds, dipping deeply into my clit, teasing me. My free hand grabbed his hair, pulling it out of his face. Bucky licked kissed and sucked like he couldn't get enough of me, taking 'eating me out' to the next level.

"Bucky," I gasp and he looks up at me, staring into my eyes just to see how I react to his tongue flicks.

His mouth wraps around my pussy and pulls my thighs closer to him, locking his lips against my pussy. He doesn't stop, continuing to devour me, and his aggressive tongue sent me over the edge. He still stares up at me, watching me come close to my orgasm.

"James," I moan and throw my head back in ecstasy. I felt the tight coil inside myself snap, my walls tightening and legs trembling with the shocks of pleasure coursing through my body. I try to close my legs from my sensitive clit, but Bucky pushes them open and slowly licks the enternece of my pussy- cleaning me up. I think that was the quickest I have ever orgasmed.

I speak unintelligible words, "oh my god."

Bucky stands up and spreads my legs that feel like jelly across the counter.

He scans my entire body, taking the image of me in and muttering,” you’re gorgeous.”

He leans down and plants a kiss on my lips before taking his thumb and gliding it across my entrance. Bucky kisses me as his middle finger slowly slides inside my wet entrance. He pumps a couple of times and I whimper. His erect cock springs out and Bucky pulls my thighs closer to him, aligning himself with my entrance.

His hand circles his thick cock against my hot folds, and I swear his teasing is killing me. His cock scrapes against my sensitive nub and I let out gentle frustrating moans. I can feel myself trembling under his touch.

He finally aligned himself with me and stared into my eyes, slowly pushing himself inside of me, looking at me to see how I react. I let out a low hiss and bite my cheek as he pushed into my tight core. He watched my distressed face, slowly pumping in and out of my wet core. I can feel his veins rubbing against my walls, which only lead to more indescribable pleasure.

"Faster."

Bucky happily obliged, sliding deeper and harder into me. I tilt my head back in ecstasy. I had never felt to filled until this moment. Every hard thrust sent throbbing pleasure throughout my body. His hands comforted me, his cold metal hand placed on my waist, and his warm hand holding open my thigh, gently caressing it.

He looks at my face, admiring every ounce of pleasure I showed through my face. Bucky grunts and snaps his hips harder, pushing himself further inside of me. I mutter something like 'yes' or 'more,' his cock completely sending waves of pleasure inside me.

"You feel so good, babydoll," Bucky mutters, digging his fingers into my leg and hip.

After what seemed like minutes, the noises in the room got louder, our breath picked up, and our moans echoed throughout the room. It wouldn't take a genius to figure out what is going on in the kitchen, but I don't care.

I can feel myself coming over the edge, my hands went to my head, putting my hands over my head. Bucky snaps and rolls his hips one more time, making my body be sent over the edge and my walls tighten around him. All of the muscles in my body contract as I moan his name and he deeply fucks me. Bucky takes his hand and grabs my chin, making me look directly at him as I have a breathtaking orgasm. I swear I moaned his name over and over again. The feeling of my tightening walls around him and my moans was enough to make him cum on the spot. He pulls himself out of me and groans as a hot spurt of cum lands on my stomach, still staring into my ecstasy filled eyes.

We both calm down, he turns his head and kisses my leg with wet kisses.

"That was amazing," I whisper, laying lifeless on the counter like jelly.

Bucky chuckles and looks down at me with passionate eyes. He caresses my thighs and smiles down at me. Bucky places his hands on my hips and lifts me up to his chest, I look up in his eyes and he grabs the back of my head, pulling me into a lustful kiss.

He whispers, "I think you should stay for a little longer."

He was serious, just looking down into my eyes. I smile and say, "I think I should too."

He kisses the top of my head before bending down and pulling up his sweatpants. He held his tee shirt over his shoulder and I swear I can stare at him forever. I place my hands on top of his biceps, gently feeling both of his arms. I run my fingers along the scar where metal meets skin, expecting resistance from him– but he doesn't pull away, he just looks into my eyes. I feel along his muscles, in every curvature of his body, admiring him. Bucky smiles and takes my hand, helping me off the counter and grabbing my clothes for me, putting my tank top over my head and pulling my shorts over my legs. His hands run from my feet up to my thighs and I get shivers down my spine.

Bucky holds my arm and we walk out of the kitchen, to what I assume is his bedroom. We pass peoples bedroom doors and no one seems to be disturbed. I think we got lucky.

As we walk into Bucky's room I hear his phone buzzing from his pocket. I take a look around Bucky's big melodramatic bedroom before seating myself in his bed that released a smell of cologne. He closes the door and takes his phone out of his pocket, putting it on speaker and leaving it on his dresser.

"Yeah?" Bucky answers. 

I hear a noisy background from the other line. I wonder who that is. In his dark room the only light is the light from his phone.

"Hey Buck."

I instantly recognize that voice, it's Steve. My attention snaps to the phone call.

"You should tell Tony to get his crew over here, there's a power outage, it's storming pretty bad outside."

Steve responds, "Yeah, we saw. They're coming in the morning."

"You saw?" Bucky questions.

Steve chuckles and I hear another voice chime in, who I recognize instantly. "Yeah we have cameras tinman," Tony loudly announces.

Bucky and I freeze, looking at each other, just remaining dead silent.

Tony jokes, "I guess the tinman does have a heart after all."

I put my hand over my mouth as I stare off into his wall in amusement is disbelief. Bucky smirks and rubs his stubble with his fingers.

"Tony-" Steve speaks, interrupting Tony. Both of them start to laugh. At least they aren’t mad.

"I never knew a one hundred year old man can preform so well," Tony says.

I mumble to myself, "oh my god," and hold in my laughter. How unfortunate.

Bucky picks up his phone and says, "alright-" but only to get interrupted by Tony.

"I'm gonna have to get a cleaning service on that counter ASAP-"

Bucky instantly hangs up and we both start simultaneously laughing, probably waking up the entire complex. I've never been more embarrassed and more pleased in my entire life. Bucky sinks into bed with me, making me bounce up a little and weighing down his side of the bed. I turn to face him and we stare at each other smiling. Bucky places a kiss on my forehead and pressing his chin against my head. I lay there inhaling his intoxicating scent, falling into a daze.

Yeah, I think I'll stay longer.

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A Loving New Beginning- Gods of the Sky Au (Part One!) -Sanders Sides Fic

(Authors note: So, bet you guys totally forgot that I was planning on making another part to this Au, huh?? Well, After some trial and error, and some struggling with ideas and motivation, I’ve got part one, out of three/four, done and ready to give to ya’ll! This is supposed to help balance out the AU’s angst ratios a little bit to give a look into the aftermath of the Main Fic, so I hope ya’ll enjoy! Also wanna be tagged for anything to do with this AU? Let me know, I’m starting a taglist for it!)

Warnings: fluffy fluff and little else other than Virgil being a cute lil confused bean!

Check out the fanfic this fic follows after, right here! (Or else nothing will make much sense, though please heed the warnings!) There will also be art of All the Sides in the future, like this piece here! (Angst and slight blood tw for that piece tho!)

Roman is working on creating something new in his creation room inside the temple when Virgil quietly steps in.

“Hey Ro?” Roman startles slightly and his creation dissipates, thankfully he hadn't really started on it and hadn't really had anything in mind when starting on it, so nothing is lost. Virgil, however, looks guilty anyway and begins apologizing profusely.

“No no, it's okay, really. I promise, Virgil, no harm done!” He chuckles softly, patting the others shoulders as he comes to stand in front of the lunar god.

“So what was it that you wanted to talk to me about?” the solar god asks, which triggers Virgil to flush. The happiness of seeing color in the fair skin of the gods once sickly pale face bubbles inside Roman for a moment, and he can't help but smile which only causes the smaller of the two to blush more.

“U-um.. The humans, you know, with a solstice coming up, they're requesting us. They - they want all of us to attend the upcoming festival celebration..” the ravenette fidgeted with his new cape’s hem, the gold threaded designs woven into the inside to represent the stars that accompany the Moon at night glittered beautifully in the candle light. Truly, Virgil finally looked divinely ethereal, as he rightfully should have looked all this time.

“That's fantastic, my dear Luna!~ You rightfully deserve to be a part of the Solstice Celebrations!” Roman's eyes lit up bright like the star he was born for, excited and proud of the God he cared for deeply. He couldn't quite help his giddiness, reaching to take Virgil's hands into his own and twirl the shorter god in glee, heart only warming more at the precious squeak of surprise that escaped the Moon.

“Just imagine the praise, the fun, the dances! The shimmering decorations, the music, Virgil!” Roman couldn't help but pull the other close, guiding the other in a small twirling dance, ending it off by picking up the other by the waist and giving one final twirling motion before setting him down and gazing warmly into the others eyes.

Virgil still seemed thrown by the kind, caring mood Roman now treated him with, still new to the solid affection and support after working alone for so long. Locking eyes left him flustered and floundering at what to do when shown such solid respect, not to mention being spun cheerily around!

Virgil's arms had instinctively reached out to hold on to Roman’s shoulders while being spun, which was where they now rested as he attempted to gather himself. Unable to help his natural nervous tendencies, he broke eye contact and pulled his arms to his chest to fumble with his sleeves.

“Well, the thing is. Y’know those stories they write based on history? Those exaggerated dramas? Well, um.. since the um.. most recent event in history, they’ve begun to write stories about me.. about, a-about us?” Virgil seemed to flush a bit more, face twisting into something more confused, a look he often gained when frustrated over confusing things.

Roman tilted his head curiously, an endeared smile never leaving his face as he hummed inquiringly. “Hmm? About us? What about us? I know that Humans can sometimes get carried away with their exaggerations, for entertainment’s sake, but I hope it is not too bad?” Watching the nervousness flicker in Virgil’s eyes made his smile falter, concern flashing over his tanned features at the smaller gods distress. “It is not too bad, right?”

“That.. is what I wanted to talk to you about, its not bad, no. But, I just.. Don't understand it? They write.. unfamiliar endings, they assume and guess that the Moon and Sun are one in the same.” Virgil refused to meet the Sun God’s gaze, instead nervously playing with his cape once more.

“Virgil, we are one in the same. Equals within the sky, as it should have been from the start.”

“No, Roman, that.. That's not entirely what I mean.. I mean that.. they see us as lovers, write about us being forced apart by the shadows, and my sacrifice and rebirth, then write about how we then will live on as one, like Patton and Logan do. They want us to attend, together, I.. am confused by this, Roman. ”

“Why, dear Luna? Humans seek love in everything they find. Though, I sometimes think it may be the way they cope with the knowledge that I had left you all alone..” guilt flashed over the sun god’s face, but he maintained his gaze on the beautiful moon before him. “Perhaps I should follow in their footsteps, I will never forgive myself for being so wrong with you, so anything to prove my devotion to your healing wellbeing is something I wouldn’t mind taking part in.”

Virgil was even more confused now than before. Was Roman.. agreeing? With the Humans? Saying that they should be together?

“Roman I don’t..?” Virgil shyly peered up at the taller god, surprise evident in his softer features.

“You will understand with time, my dear Virgil, I promise to you.” The Sun gently hooked his arm around the Moons waist and pulled him close, gently placing a kiss upon the others forehead. “In due time, everything will be clear.”

Virgil gently gripped at the others vibrant cloak, eyes downcast with a look of bewilderment, cheeks flushed.

“Alright, Roman.. I trust you.” Romans heart fluttered at those words, heavy in meaning, the baring of vulnerability in giving them. His hand carded gently through the raven locks of the Moon’s hair, eyes soft and distant for a long moment.

“My dear Luna, if you are ever uncomfortable during the festival, if you ever need an out, air to breathe, a quiet place to calm down in, just give me the word, and you’ll have it. These human festivals can be quite fun, however I do not want want your first time in experience to be unpleasant because you have been overwhelmed.”

Virgil nodded, releasing the others cloak gently to thumb the soft fabric thoughtfully. “They say the Festival will finally be able to last all day and night, because of my Moon, Roman. I am concerned for the Humans, Roman, have they ever carried festivities in the night before? It will be dark, and dangerous, even with my moonlight.”

The Sun chuckled, soothing the ravenette’s hair back from shielding his eyes, shining gold gazing into piercing blue-grey. “Always worrying, my dear Virgil, do not fret, they have planned for this. I have already been asked to help light the flames of the festival candles once night falls. It will be a magical, glittering display, and everyone will be safe in our presence.” Leaning his forehead against Virgil's, eyes locking. “I promise to you that this festival will be far from harm and danger, it will be magical, a wondrous occasion to celebrate us, to celebrate you. With all of us now together, the humans will be safe from the darkness, for good.” The Solar god’s hand slipped from the others hair and rested gently against the Moon’s cheek, thumb rubbing soothing strokes against flushed pink skin with adoration. “With you in our midst, we are complete.”

Both gods spent a few moments in silence, finding assurance in one another’s quiet presence when all was said and done. Eventually, Virgil broke the silence by hiding his face against the taller gods shoulders, huffing out a shy chuckle, “You are so weirdly wondrous, Roman.” Saying which had earned a warm laugh and a gentle kiss upon the head in response, which then also prompted a bashful whine in reaction.

They stood there and swayed happily, content and safely uninterrupted in the warm temple room for a few more long, wonderful minutes before Roman was struck with realization.

“Virgil? I just had a thought.” Roman grinned at the inquiring hum he received, knowing the other had made himself quite comfortable against the sun god’s warm shoulder. “You have never attended a festival before..” Another answering hum, “Soo.. that means you don’t have a festival outfit!” Roman’s excitement could easily be heard mounting in his voice alone, and Virgil was left floundering again, so enraptured by the others metaphorical sunshine. Virgil mustered up enough will to tilt his head to the side, exposing his mouth enough to talk more easily, “No, I don't.. Your point?”

“My poooint, is that we need to make one for you!” In Roman’s excitement, he plucked Virgil up again and twirling him around, slowing only slightly when the other gave an upset groan in reaction.

“But Roman, why can’t I wear this? It’s already plenty flashy and extravagant..” the Ravenette whined softly, arms slipping around Roman’s neck to secure himself himself and steady their spinning.

“Heaven’s no, My magnificent Moon! You can’t wear that because that is your everyday attire, my dear! This is a Solstice Festival, a twice in a year occurrence to celebrate our balance and unity, there will be no faltering in representing your beauty, in style nor personality! These days are special, and I will not let you under-represent yourself!”

“But Roman-” Virgil paused, purposefully pausing their spin by placing his feet firmly to the ground, still holding the other close. “I don’t- I- Just because I’m not.. wearing something extravagant, doesn’t mean I’ll be under-represented..”

He watched guiltily as Roman’s excitement deflated a little, and the sigh that Roman gave wasn’t too reassuring either. “I.. I know, Virgil. I just, I just want you to enjoy this, want you to feel like a part of the sky, like you always deserved to be. I know you aren’t used to standing out, used to being at the center of attention but, just this once, I think this might.. help? Think about it this way..”

Roman slowly guided Virgil to a window, sitting on the windowsill and pulling the smaller into his lap so that they could gaze out into the night sky and the active villages below it. “Each one of us already has a themed Solstice Festival outfit, representing what we are. They all match in a way, so if you don’t wear one made to match as well, people might stare, they might question why, I just, I don’t care about the backlash we could get, I care about the caused attention that could be centered on you, because I know you are easily overwhelmed by that.” Virgil was now leaned against Roman’s chest as they gazed out at the town below, Roman’s hand carding through the smaller’s hair while the other was entwined with one of Virgil’s own. The solar god’s voice was laced with nervousness and worry, something unusual and unlike him to show around Virgil. It was after a few moments that Virgil realized that Roman had shared a very vulnerable piece of himself inlaid with worry to Virgil, and was waiting for a response in return.

“Look, Ro.. I, I get it, you’re worried about me, and, that's.. that's weird to say for myself but..” Roman’s hand gave a gentle squeeze, which Virgil returned before continuing, “But, I guess, the outfit thing doesn’t sound so bad, when you put it that way. And.. I said that I trust you, I can see that you care, and uh.. yeah.. I’m not good at this..” he earned another hand squeeze from Roman before receiving a gentle kiss on the head and a soft “Thank you.”

They stayed like that in each others arms for another few moments, enjoying the mutual quiet as Virgil tucked himself against Roman once more.

Roman would later call a monk to retrieve to remaining two gods and bring them to the temple’s creation room so that they may all begin work on Virgil’s festival attire, but for now, the two would enjoy a quiet pleasant nap together, finally at peace.

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Part Two!

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Euphoria/ The Stars We Share

JungkookxReader

Summary: A non BTS fan shares dreams with Jeon Jungkook

Word count: 828

Chapters ~1~, 2, 3 ...

Is said that people can share dreams with people: family and even close friends.

But the strange thing happens when is with people that don't know about each other.

How it's that posible? Is that even a real thing?

It is

And it's sad when you realise that you can be together but only in dreams

Don't let go of my hand, when I'm with you I'm in utopia

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Chapter 1

All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together - Jack Kerouac

I'll let you be in my dream, If I can be in yours- Bob Dylan

We're connected, We're all made by the same stardust.

We are so different, so far away

Our moon and sun are the same, the stars align for us, so we can be together.

The sky moves every night so be can be happy.

Our hands are connected in this astral reality.

Don't dare let go of my hand, the only time I don't feel alone is when I'm with you.

Sometimes destiny works in strange ways, even defiling reality.

Destiny and God ( if you believe in this kind of things) could always surprise you.

Is said that people can share dreams with other people, family and even close friends.

But the strange thing happens when is with people that don't know about each other.

How it's that posible? Is that even a real thing?

And it's sad, when you only can be and see a person in your dreams, because that said person is really far away

And it's when you realise that both can be together but only in dreams

Don't let go of my hand, when I'm with you I'm in utopia

The first time they saw each other the girl was in a beautiful beach

She was sitting in the sand, making a big castle with it and some colourful plastic tools.

She had bright black hair that went to the shoulders. And big black eyes.

She always liked the sand when she was little, because she could play with it, she dreamed that she could make a big castle only with the sand, so big that she could live inside if she so desired

She would never realise that she was in fact, dreaming

And that she wasn't Alone

There was a boy there, with doe eyes and same colour of hair as hers, watching the girl from the distance

The sun and some clouds were the only ones that saw the both of them

The boy was silently watching the shoreline, the blue almost transparent water, The blinding sand that shined with every ray of sun

He was very sure that this wasn't his home, this was a place that he didn't know in real life, but he liked the place very much

And he was mostly curious about the other person that was there, the girl with the short black hair

Without realising, the boy found himself moving towards her, his legs were moving following a path only written by destiny

When he was close he realised two things, that she was doing a castle and the other thing was that she wasn't like him.

He felt even more nervous now, maybe she didn't know his language

Her eyes were big, kind, curious and open. Their colour was almost as black as her hair

He knew that she didn't know he was there, she was very concentrated in making the sand castle

And most importantly he knew for sure that this was a dream

The girl maybe just a product of his imagination

He was too conscious

This was almost too real

The boy was getting closer and closer

He wanted to be her friend, she looked friendly, approachable, and he being shy, loved her type.

Maybe they could share the castle?

When he was two feet apart, she still didn't notice him, this was so difficult for the boy, he was very shy, but in here he felt he could do anything he wanted. So he started talking in his language

That made the girl snap her eyes from the forming sand and look at him with startled eyes

To say that she was surprised was an understatement

Of course destiny was a little bitch on them and she couldn't understand a thing of what he said.

She started to talk in her own language too, and was another thing that they didn't have in common

Their language were almost too different from each other

Their homes too far away

The girl wasn't going to let those differences stand against making friends. And wasn't going to let the boy there, watching her, she saw desperation of being accepted in his beautiful eyes, and as the boy thought, she was very welcoming to people.

With little gestures of her hands, she invited him to sit alongside herself

She invited him to help her make that big ass castle together

And under the sun, the clouds, the same stars, they were together

Even if when the girl woke up and didn't remember a thing about the shy boy of the beach

She always felt she had a friend very far away

And would never suspect that the boy, in fact did remember every single thing about it

Her powerful eyes were too beautiful to forget

And he was always wishing to see them again

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