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gimmethatagustd · 4 months

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technicolor | pjm

Love is one hell of a drug. Bottled and sold on the black market, it isn't for the faint-hearted. You're not really interested in trying it until you meet Jimin.

○ Pairing: Jimin x f!Reader

○ Rating: Explicit/18+

○ Genre: Strangers to lovers, dystopian, angst (?), smut

○ 3 / 100 Drabble Challenge (Dystopian)

○ Word Count: 992

○ Warnings: Implied drug usage (syringes), unprotected vaginal sex, bathroom sex, sex while under the influence (of love jhsdkfsj)

○ Notes: I tried so hard to keep this at a normal drabble word count jhkdfs

○ Post Date: January 11, 2024

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○ What was Jai listening to? Serendipity - BTS

“Have you ever been in love?” Jimin leans into you so he doesn’t have to yell over the music. He smells like sweat and the remnants of cologne, a musky kind that’s likely expensive.

You shake your head. Of course not. No one has.

“I could love you.”

Jimin’s face glows blue from the strobe lights, then lights up with streaks of pink and gold that cut across his face like lightning. There’s silver glitter smeared under his eyes, and his teeth sparkle when he bites the tip of his tongue with some twisted form of a knowing smile.

He’s pretty, a technicolor dream sticking out like a beacon amongst a sea of gray bodies grinding to the DJ’s electronic music. You’ve never met someone who looks like him; you've only seen people so colorful and bright on television. No one in real life seeks out passion. No one in real life looks so alive. You don’t even feel it, though sometimes you think there’s something inside of you that yearns to, like a ghost of a reminder that humans’ bodies once evolved to do more than just want.

They tell you that life is about fulfilling needs: hunger, thirst, and the drive for success. There is no such thing as pleasure.

Yet here is this stranger promising love where he sits at the bar beside you with a cherry stem tied into a knot between his teeth and silver studs poking out from the shoulders of his blue jean jacket.

“Could you?” you ask, barely swallowing because your heart thumps in your throat. There’s only one way Jimin could love you, and it isn’t legal.

Jimin pats his chest, curling his fingers around the edge of his jacket. When he pulls it open far enough to peek inside, you see the syringe and a glass vial filled with a light pink liquid tucked into the inside pocket.

“I could,” Jimin says with a smile too pretty to be mixed up in something like this. “Will you let me?”

“Fuck, I love you so fucking much,” Jimin rasps against the curve of your ear. His hot breath dances down your neck, making goosebumps spring up along your forearms.

“I love you too,” you moan the unfamiliar words. They flow out of you easily and are quickly lost between Jimin’s lips and teeth.

Jimin whimpers when you suck on his bottom lip. The sound is cute. Jimin is cute. It’s the first thing you’d noticed about him when he slid into the seat next to you at the bar. With glitter smeared beneath his eyes and a sparkling smile, he charmed you away from your friends and into the dingy bathroom.

There’s so much more to Jimin than his looks, though. You love Jimin for everything that he is, the good and the bad, even though you don’t know what any of those things are. It doesn’t matter. Because you love him, those other things don’t need to matter.

Heat builds between the two of you in the cramped bathroom. Sweat makes the crease of your thigh sticky against Jimin’s bare hip. When you splay your hands against Jimin’s back to pull him closer, you can feel the cotton stick to his skin with sweat. He’d shed his jean jacket before hoisting you up to sit on the edge of the sink.

Your ass barely fits on the thin lip of the sink. With how sweaty your skin is, you keep almost slipping off of it. The thrust of Jimin’s hips rocks you backward. The back of your thighs are beginning to chafe, but you don’t notice, especially not when Jimin’s hands squeeze your ass to hold you in place as he fucks you with sharp, deep thrusts.

“It’s so good, Jimin. You feel so good.” Your hands shake as you rake them down his back, pulling his t-shirt hard enough that it makes him gasp when the collar tightens around his neck.

“Best you’ve had, right, baby?”

“Yes, yes, your cock is s-sooo–” Your words are cut off by a loud sob that shudders through your body.

When you pull Jimin closer, you feel his tears smear against your neck as he tucks his face into your shoulder. You don’t know why you’re both crying, but it feels good to let your body tremble and heave while Jimin’s cock glides in and out of you. This is love, having a body hold you, whisper sweet reassurances in your ear.

Jimin loves you. He loves your body, the way you smell, how wet and hot your pussy is around his cock. He loves your cute gasps and everything, really. He loves everything, even though he knows nothing.

Jimin cums after you. Once he’s finished, he zips up his jeans and tucks the half-empty vial in the inside pocket of his jean jacket. He helps you hop down from the sink and straighten out your skirt. The high is gone, short-lived, a burst of a star before it dies. Love is fickle like that, you suppose. But what do you know? This is your first time trying it out.

“I feel… Is it supposed to feel, um, weird?” You press your palm to your chest and take a deep breath.

Jimin checks his hair in the mirror and flicks at the black strands with his pinkies.

“It’ll go away after a few hours.” His response feels simple. It feels…

“I feel really… empty.”

“It’s like a hangover,” Jimin turns to give you a sparkling smile that makes your stomach twist, “Drink some water and sleep it off.”

You let Jimin take your phone to input his number. When he gives it back, his contact name is Loverboy. Something about it bothers you.

“I had fun,” Jimin giggles after kissing your cheek. “If you ever want more love, call me, okay?”

You watch Jimin slip through the bathroom doors, love held hidden against his chest.

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jounosnumberoneslut · 7 months

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"You look so much better with my cock in your mouth"

Dazai Osamu x reader NSFW

Sorry for the grammatical mistakes english isn't my native language!!

Pairing... Dazai Osamu x fem!reader

Contains... gentleman Dazai, fluff, smut!, dirty talk, dry humping, oral (male receiving)

You've been dating Dazai Osamu, the suicidal, handsome investigator, for two weeks. You met by serendipity as you sat down at a coffee shop after work, and he asked you to join your company. It turned out that the man working at the office above the cafe and you talked so well that you two discussed the next time to meet. You were already attracted by his wit and charm.

As your relationship progressed, you discovered that beneath Dazai's enigmatic persona, there was a vulnerable side that he rarely showed to others. Despite his troubled past, his dark humor and intelligence continued to captivate you, making you even more drawn to him.

You didn't want to go ahead of schedule due to the fact that you've already been disappointed by men as well. You never told him, but you were worried that if you let him into your bed, Dazai would leave you alone like the others. He understood this and waited patiently for your small signs that your relationship was ready to advance.

Even though he was aware of how much you desired it, he refrained from acting out of respect for your request. You allowed Dazai to kiss you after the third time you two met. It was a tender and gentle kiss, filled with unspoken promises and reassurance. In that moment, you realized that Dazai was different from the others; he was willing to wait for you and earn your trust.

The kiss marked the beginning of a deeper connection between you both, slowly erasing the fear of disappointment and replacing it with hope for a love that could withstand any challenges. As your relationship deepened, he continued to show patience and understanding, earning your trust day by day. It was only when you felt completely comfortable and secure in his presence that you finally allowed yourselves to take the next step in your relationship.

After two weeks of dating, you made the decision to invite Dazai to your place. You've always met in public places—the cinema, dining out, shopping, or strolling through parks. But today is the day you cleaned your house while awaiting your partner to arrive and listening to your favorite playlists. As you put the finishing touches on your home, you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. You had other plans with him tonight.

A bell went off. When you opened the door, Dazai was standing there with a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He wasn't wearing his trench coat and had one side of his hair pulled back behind her ears. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he extended the bouquet towards you, his lips curving into a warm smile. Suddenly, he caught your lip. You gently placed your hands on his face while kissing him back. ''These are my favorites! Where did you know it?'' You asked him while inviting him inside. ''Just guessed, so can I come in Bella?''

You nodded and stood at the door, allowing Dazait to enter your home. You shut the front door and went into the kitchen while he removed his shoes. You took out a vase, filled it with water, and placed in it the flowers you received from him. You cooked cupcakes during the day and prepared them for your boyfriend. As you set the cupcakes on a tray, their sweet aroma filled the kitchen. You couldn't help but smile, excited to surprise your boyfriend with this thoughtful gesture.

Meanwhile, Dazai followed you and stood gently behind you, his arms from your back to your waist and his head between your neck and shoulders. His flossy hair slid to your exposed skin, and you felt as if he smiled into your neck. “Ohh cupcakes! Is them for me?” He suddenly took one and ate it. “Mmmm so sweet! Sweet like who made them!” You blushed at Dazai's playful comment and playfully swatted his hand away from the tray. "Well, they were supposed to be a surprise, but I guess you ruined that," you teased, pretending to pout. Dazai chuckled and pulled you closer, whispering in your ear, "I can't resist anything made by the sweetest person in my life."

You were just standing there with a flushed face; Dazai can even make you confused at your own home. He turned to face you and gave you a quick kiss. You licked a small piece of crumb that stuck to your lips. You tasted Dazai as well as the cupcake's sweet paste. He grabbed the cupcakes' tray, slipped his other arm around your waist, and then walked toward your living room. "Let's go in love." As you followed him into the living room, you couldn't help but feel a surge of warmth and affection towards Dazai. The way he effortlessly made you feel at ease, even in your own home, was something you cherished about him.

Dazai held your hand and placed the tray on your cigarette table before falling to the couch and pulling you onto himself. You laid on him a few centimeters from his face while he lay on his back with his legs spread out, gazing into each other's eyes. He smoothed your back with one hand and removed the hair from your face with the other. "My beautiful Bella, you are so magnificent without makeup and these comfy clothes; I love it." You blushed at his compliment, feeling a warmth spread through your body. The intimacy of the moment made you realize just how deeply he cared for you, appreciating your natural beauty and the comfort you shared together. This is the first time you didn't put on any makeup or dress up elegantly before him.

You slowly got closer to him and pressed your mouth on his own. He kissed you back; you licked his lower lip first, then entered his mouth. His hand softly grabbed your hair, while his tongue worked on yours more confidently. Your body started to move on his; your tits were pressed onto his hard chest. Dazai blushed as you, panted in your mouth, tried to restrain himself, not grabbing your ass. As you drew nearer to him, you put your mouth on his own. He returned the kiss, and you licked his lower lip before moving your tongue inside his lips. His tongue worked on yours more boldly, while his hand gently gripped your hair. Your tits were crushed against his sturdy chest as your body began to move on his. Dazai now reddened as you quietly panted into your mouth and struggled to hold back and refrain from touching your ass. "Dazai, I want to show you something." You purred, didn't break the kiss, and grinded your thigh to his half-hard bulge. As the intensity between you grew, Dazai's breath hitched, and his eyes darkened with desire. The anticipation in the air was palpable as you whispered, "I want to show you how much I crave you." With a mischievous smile, you pressed your lips against his once more, teasingly nibbling on his lower lip before continuing your tantalizing movements.

Before slowly getting off of him, I gently bit his lower lip and touched his body while crawling away from his handsome face. You didn't forget to touch his body at all, from his neck down to his chest, then finally massaged his member a little. He groaned because of your touch. "You don't have to... if you don't want it." You whispered softly, your voice filled with desire, "But I want it. I want to explore every inch of you, to make you feel good." His eyes locked with yours, a mixture of anticipation and consent shining through. "Please, sit up... love"

As Dazai sat up on the couch, you kneeled down before him on the floor. He was so speechless. I didn't expect that you wanted to suck him off the first time you invited him to your home. You ran your hands through his thighs up to his skinny hip, grabbed his waistband, and untied it. He didn't say anything; all he did was assist you in removing his pants. The only piece of clothing blocking your path was his boxer. His already hard cock was perfectly outlined under the fabric; you had to touch it. He hissed when you ran your fingers along his length. With a mischievous smile, you slowly slid his boxers down, revealing his throbbing cock. "Why are you so quiet, Osamu?" You whispered, your voice filled with desire. As you continued to tease him, he finally managed to find his voice, breathlessly responding, "I've been waiting for this moment with you for so long."

You smiled, then slowly pulled down his boxer to free his cock. It leaned down to his abdomen and twitched when you smoothed your fingers up and down on it. Not only his face but his cock too are beautiful, longer, and not so thick, with some bulging vessels. You kitten licked some places only on his length, which he rewarded you with deep but quiet moans. You sank down, gently bit his balls only with your lips, and pulled his sack a little. "Hah babe! You are so dirty; I love it." He grabbed your hair in a ponytail and looked into your eyes. "Finally, I can hear your voice." You teased him, and oh, how much he liked it. A cocky grin appeared on his face, then he gently pushed your face down to his throbbing cock. You kissed his tip, wrapped your lips around it, sucked it, and circled it with your tongue. "I had such a feeling that my Y/N is a dirty girl... ahh." He groaned as you took him deeper into your mouth; his moans grew louder and more desperate. The salty taste of him on your tongue drove you wild with desire, and you eagerly continued to pleasure him. "You don't have to restrain yourself, Osamu." You stroked his length, which didn't fit in your mouth, with both of your hands. His cum, mixed with your saliva, flowed down under his balls; these slipping noises made Dazai closer to his climax. He couldn't control himself; he was a whimpering mess; his hips moved faster; and he fucked your mouth and hands.

"I'm... I'm going to cum honey, ahh, can I?" You gagged as you sucked in as much of his length as you could and felt it throbbing in your mouth when his warm cum shot down to your throat. He pushed his head not so hard on his cock and felt his member still pulsating. "Stay a little bit, please." When his breath was restored, he let go of him. You stood up, sat on his naked lap, and touched his face with one hand. "Was it good, Osamu?" He looked at you with a satisfied smile and replied, "Better than good, my love. You know what?" You slowly rolled your hips against his still-hard cock, cocking your head in a curious manner. "I swear, honey, you look so much better with my cock in your mouth." He chuckled and slapped your ass. "I look better in other positions too; let me prove it." He suddenly picked you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist and let him carry you into the bedroom.

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weasleyreidstyles · 2 months

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Serendipity; Tulips & Starlight

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i decided to make it super fluffy and cute - to make up for the angst to come (ig thats a spoiler?? but not really). if you want more one shots for this series send me a request because this was actually so fun 😁😁

Every year, without fail, the castle halls were full to the brim with wreathes of glittering hearts and ribbons of all sorts of reds, pinks and whites. The Hogwarts student body made a huge deal of Valentines Day every year – the muggleborn students had the most fun with the aspects that made it all the more magical. Each year, Professor Dumbledore would employ a series of real life Cupids to fly about the castle shooting 'arrows of love' towards their targets for the price of five whole Galleons.

Every year you find it sickening. This year is no different.

The Great Hall is swarming with people during breakfast and flying among the swooping owls are at least thirty or so Cupids who drift above the tables, skimming people's heads with the tips of their wrinkled feet. In place of the enchanted sky in the ceiling, red hearts have been enchanted to cascade like rain fall, bursting into balls of sparkling light that falls softly onto the tables, which are decorated in the same shade rather than the traditional scarlet, emerald, navy and yellow of the House colours.

You walk into the Great Hall, followed closely by Theo and Pansy, with distain painted across your face. Theo snickers as Pansy gushes silently over the Valentines decor.

"This is disgusting." You say with a scowl as the three of you wander in behind a group of giggling second year girls. Theo's snickering turns into a full on laughter as Pansy's head whips in your direction, disbelief written on her face.

"How can you possibly hate this?" she asks with wide eyes, as if you're committing some form of treason for hating this muggle holiday. "I think it's an endearing little thing."

"At least it's only for one day, tesoro." Theodore teases sarcastically, moving away just in time to avoid your swatting hand. "Don't you want to be swooned with flowers and chocolate?"

You curse his words as you part ways to the Ravenclaw table, shooting him daggers when he speaks to you in your mind as he sits down.

I wonder...should I pay one of those ugly Cupids to shoot an arrow at Matt for you? He smirks mischievously as said boy wanders into the Great Hall, deep brown eyes immediately seeking you out before he finds his friends.

You send him a smile, that goes unnoticed by everyone but him, before shooting as many cuss words you know towards Theo, who only laughs in response.

I'll take that as a no, then. Enjoy your breakfast, tesoro. Is all he can say before you kick him from your mind with a forceful shove.

He turns to Mattheo and they begin to have a lengthy discussion, but you're not curious enough to find out what it is, more content with drowning yourself in caffeine, if only to fuel your need to survive through the day.

~∞~

The Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom is possibly the only room in the castle that doesn't reflect the rest of the hallways. You should be glad that it no longer looks like Saint Valentine threw up in every single crevice, but the gloomy atmosphere actually makes your mood deplete. Mattheo had been sending you secretive looks all day and you had to admit that you were curious.

He was definitely planning something; it made you nervous, butterflies fluttering anxiously in your stomach.

Professor Snape was still yet to make his dramatic entrance to the classroom; you were chatting with Hermione, Ron and Harry as you waited impatiently for the lesson to start when Harry pointed to something fluttering above your head.

It's not a Cupid. Thank Merlin. But it's still happening in front of so many people and you want the ground to swallow you whole, until you make eye contact with its sender, who was smirking into the crook of his elbow, avoiding your narrowed gaze.

Mattheo had somehow gotten some faeries to flutter about your head, silent and imposing as one by one, they made about a dozen tulips of varying shades of red, purple and yellow, appear on your desk. You bite the inside of your cheek hard to stop the smile spreading across your face, but it doesn't hinder the bright blush that floods your aching cheeks.

"What the fuck?" Ron guffaws loudly, drawing more attention to the four of you, but you ignore everyone in favour of the deep rasp of his voice that enters your mind.

Theo said it would be a hard no if I paid one of the Cupids to shoot an arrow at you. He says, voice filled with mirth.

Yes. I would've run out of this classroom and you would never see me again. You respond with sparkling eyes.

Well I'm glad I listened to him, for once. Do you like them? The flowers, I mean? He sounds almost... insecure; nervous. Two things Mattheo Riddle is not. Your expression softens.

I love them. Did you know that tulips are my favourite flower?

I asked little Weasley for some help with that one. I'm glad you like them, love. His smirk has transformed into a genuine smile as you brave looking at him amidst the sea of your peers, including the eyes of your three best friends.

Within your conversation that only took mere minutes, rather than the eternity you wished it was, the faeries flittered towards your books and rested upon your desk infront of you, bounding the fallen tulips into an intricate bouquet, bound by what looked like a string of glitter, but you knew better.

You and Hermione gasp simultaneously, along with the other girls in the near vicinity of your desk. Harry and Ron only look more baffled.

"I-is that starlight?" Mione whispers in awe as you both stare down at the faeries who grin up at you with sparkling teeth as the bright silvery light acts like a beacon amidst the darkness of the classroom. "Whoever this is has gone beyond what I thought possible for your attention."

"Yeah." you reply with glistening eyes that flick to Mattheo who looks like he's sat on the edge of his seat.

He sees it in your eyes. The emotion that neither of you have dared to voice, too scared to step even further over the line that you were already holding onto for dear life, but that grip was slipping with every passing day.

Mattheo knew then that he would gift you the world if you asked for it; he would give you anything, even something as rare and beautiful as starlight.

The rest of the day is a blur for you. You hardly notice the eyesores that are Cupids flying around like headless chickens, chasing people around the grounds. All you can think about are the Tulips wrapped up in glistening starlight that sit safely in a vase in your dorm room.

~∞~

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower – M

The lone note, that sits on your bedside table, reads. It was not there when you returned from dinner earlier, so it had appeared during the time you've spent in the company of your friends since then.

The day is almost over, the Grandfather clock in the common room is distantly chiming that it is eleven at night, marking one more hour of the day.

You had woken up in a sour mood over what you would have to endure from overbearing couples and lovesick idiots all day. But you had been pleasantly surprised by just how thoughtful Mattheo had been.

And you were not expecting it at all.

Mattheo Riddle who portrayed this persona of pure evil, stoicism and nonchalance to the world had gone above and beyond your expectations of Valentines Day and turned it into something truely magical.

You turn to look at your chest of drawers, where the tulips rest in a glass vase, starlight pooling around them, and into the air, casting a pleasant glow around your room. You had quickly discovered that he had also charmed the tulips to last forever. So they would never die; symbolic true love forever bathed in breathtaking starlight that was bestowed upon the bouquet like faery dust infront of your very eyes.

Quickly you changed into presentable, but comfortable clothes: Black flared leggings and you covered your cold arms with a fluffy jumper that cropped just above your belly button shoving on a pair of dark trainers before you made the short journey out of the Ravenclaw common room towards the neighbouring Astronomy tower.

It only took you ten slow minutes to sneak across corridors, silently praying the Filch and Mrs. Norris didn't turn the corners when you did. But you got to the Astronomy tower without a hitch and descended the steep staircase, wrapping your arms tighter around yourself at the bite of the cold.

"You came." his voice is a soft caress against the wind and you find yourself immediately wrapped up in his strong arms.

"Of course, I did." you mumble into his chest, hugging him tighter as a gust of wind circles the two of you. "I've been thinking about you all day."

"Have you now?" He asks with a smirk that turns into a startled chuckle as you shove against his chest with a laugh of your own.

It's only when you step out of his embrace that you see what he had planned. Your mouth gapes as you take in the scene in front of you.

Set up in the centre of the open room, surrounded by telescope's and magical orreries, is a red and white gingham picnic blanket surrounded by dazzling balls of light that cascade down the stone walls like fairy lights. There are candles dotted about the room, casting a warm glow.

"Matt-" you start but the feeling of his chest pressing into your back has your voice quieting as he presses languid kisses to your exposed neck. You sigh as you relax into his hold. "How long did this take you?"

"Not long. Pansy helped me with the decorations while I got food from the kitchens. Dobby heard your name and went all out." he chuckles quietly as he gently guides you towards the blanket, where a dark brown picnic basket sits among a series of long candlesticks.

"It looks lovely." you say as you move to sit down, Mattheo following closely behind.

Your thigh presses against his as he reaches into the basket, pulling out a bottle of sparkling wine. You smile as he turns to you with a cheeky grin.

"Ready to be wined and dined, sweetheart?" he asks with a smirk as he pops the cork and pours both of you a generous amount. Your smile gives way to a delightful giggle as you clink your glasses together, pulling out a series of food that Dobby had generously prepared for the two of you.

~∞~

"How did you manage to plan all this? From the tulips to the starlight to...to this? It's all so perfect." you ask as you take a bit out of a chocolate covered strawberry.

"Well...Weasley told me about your favourite flowers and their meaning and I figured out how to bargain with the faeries from the forest for the starlight."

"How?" you were intrigued.

"That's my secret, love." he teases. "I'm not allowed to say."

"Not even to me?" you pout and he laughs as he takes a bit out of the pumpkin pasty on his plate.

"Not even you. I can't break a faerie's promise. You know that."

You could reason with that, you supposed. Faerie promises were sacred in the wizarding world.

"I think this is our first real date." you say contently, as you lean back on your elbows, staring at the side of his chiselled face.

"It is, isn't it." he says, nodding his head. One of his hands rests idly against your thigh, thumb occasionally stroking against the fabric of your leggings. "Well I must say, I don't think you'll ever top this."

You let out a loud laugh at his arrogance that has Mattheo swooning as he stares at you.

"What?" you ask, face wide with a smile as you reach up to brush your hands against your mouth. "Do I have something on my face?"

He leans in closer, voice barely a whisper.

"Yeah, you have an eyelash right here-" he reaches his hand to brush away the stray lash that had fallen onto your cheek but before he does, he presses a searing kiss to your lips.

Momentarily stunned, you react a second late before you wrap your arms around his neck, letting him lay you across the gingham blanket. He smiles against your lips and you can't help but lick at the seam of them until he lets you explore his mouth with your tongue, groaning as he grinds his hips against your's.

The peaceful atmosphere is disrupted by the incessant flapping of wings that has you detaching your lips from his. Looking around curiously you spot the intruder floating around in your peripheral.

"I thought I made it clear that I abhored the idea of a Cupid shooting an arrow at us." you say with a huff as the angel like creature lines up it's bow and arrow. To his credit, Mattheo actually looks confused as he swivels his head in the direction you're looking in.

"I- I didn't-" he pauses before shooting a scathing look towards the door. "Fucking Theodore thinks he's so funny."

The Cupid's arrow makes it's mark and all you feel is a pinch, no less painful than a pin prick, before the loud laughter of your friend is heard from behind the door. You'd find it hillarious if it was anyone else, but not while you were having such an intimate moment.

Mattheo looks about ready to maim his best friend, but you stop him by wrapping your legs around his hips.

"Leave it, Théo. He's just being a dick because he's got no Valentine this year." you say, making your voice louder so that Theo can hear you clearly. You hear his receding footsteps along with his echoing laughter that has Mattheo easing up, but he's clearly speaking to Theo as there's a clouded look in his raging onyx eyes.

"Sorry love." he says as he presses kisses down your neck, reaching for the hem of your jumper that is quickly discarded. You look up at him with an expression that has him melting into you instantly. The words are on the tip of your tongue, but something was stopping you; you knew it was irrational, knew that he felt the same way about you.

But you wanted to tell him when the time was right, and no matter how perfect, you knew that this wasn't that moment. You were content in bathing in his otherworldly presence, pressing kisses to his mouth, nose, cheeks and neck as he worshipped you under the stars.

Your time together was a reprieve from everything happening around you; there was a darkness looming about the castle, but in Mattheo's arms you felt infinitely safe.

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phantom-z0ne · 3 months

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Serendipity

"Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was.” Alternatively, Billy feeds a stray and ends up with a roommate.

WC: 1215

Serendipity (n): the occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way.

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Billy wasn't sure what the creature ransacking his train car was. Granted, the train car wasn't in the most hidden place ever, but he had made sure to ward it against most creatures. The ward would have made one unable to see the train, and if they somehow saw it anyways, they would have been turned around. He usually was pinged if anything passed his wards, which was why he was so blindsided to see something moving around in his train car. It seemed that this one had slipped through his protections.

The creature was strange and almost hard to look at directly. Its blinding white hair moved independent from the wind and twined around its long, pointed, mint colored ears. It was also small, small enough that Billy thought it could comfortably fit into his cupped hands, and wearing some sort of skin tight suit, black with a stripe of silver along its torso. Or what appeared to be its torso, Billy couldn't really tell when its lower body faded into a long tail.

From his perspective, it seemed to be rummaging through where he usually hides his food, showing slivers of its white paws. Did it pass through the barriers he set because it was hungry?

Billy approached the creature quietly, making sure not to get too close, he wouldn't want to startle it. His efforts were in vain though as the creature snapped its head towards him. It's glowing eyes like headlights, as if staring into Billy’s soul. The green in its eyes swirling hypnotically as the creature bristled at his presence.

Billy watched, amused but vigilant, as the creature puffed up like a cat. Even going so far as to swat a couple times in his direction. So far, it was quite harmless, but the buzzing in the back of his head that he usually equated to Solomon told him to be careful.

Billy slowly dropped to his knees, mindful of the creature's reaction, and shifted his bag to his front. He shuffled through his bag and brought out the small piece of jerky he was saving for later, sliding it slowly towards the creature.

The creature tilted its head, staring at the jerky suspiciously before taking a few steps to paw at it. It apparently passed its test as it devoured the jerky surprisingly fast for its small size. While it seemed to be starving, thankfully it didn't reflect onto its body. It wasn't gaunt or thin, but actually quite plump. Perhaps it just didn't eat for a day or two?

Billy took a small step forward, then a few more when he realized the creature was focused on eating. “So,” He began softly, the creature startling as if it was just realizing he was so close. “What are you doing here, little guy?”

It stared at him silently before once again tilting its head. It was cute, Billy realized. The chubby cheeks and button nose paired with big, shiny eyes made it endearing to look at. His expression melted slightly as he took a closer look at the creature.

The creature's ear flicked as it padded up to him, paws on Billy’s knees. It let out an unintelligible sound, layered and harsh to Billy's ear, yet somehow melodious. Billy blinked, not expecting that noise. The creature looked at him almost expectantly, eyes shining brightly.

Billy hesitantly brought his knuckles closer to the creature, feeling its cold nose as it sniffed him. It was clearly unimpressed and trilled for more food. Billy chuckled under his breath as he brought another piece of jerky to the needy creature. It gobbled it up swiftly, looking up at him and once again begging for more, its eyes almost sparkling.

Billy folded under the cuteness overload and retrieved a sandwich from his bag, splitting it in half. He was worried that it would eat more than it could handle if he kept feeding it. He knew very well what that felt like.

The creature blinked at him, once, twice, before giving him a small, pleasant trill and headbutted his fingers. Billy cautiously set his hand over its silky hair? Fur? All he knew was that it felt divine, though not in the godly way.

“What are you?” Billy asked as he wove his fingers through its hair, genuinely curious on what species the creature was. He had inputted a lot of creatures in his ward but he had no clue what this one was. The tingling at the back of his head spoke otherwise, Solomon knowing very well what it was. He could transform and ask Solomon, since he couldn't really speak to him unless he was Captain Marvel, but that would just scare the creature.

It gave him a look before resuming its lunch, finishing it in record time. Apparently, it deigned him worthy of its presence on his lap as it kneaded his legs then curled up onto them. The purring surprised him, pausing when the creature gave him an impatient look when he halted his ministrations on its hair.

He resumed, of course. Why wouldn't he? It was a nice reprieve from fighting villains as Captain Marvel and watching out for himself when he was on the streets. It was just a quiet moment between him and the strange creature that broke into his home.

…He hadn't realized how lonely he was before this.

He had friends, of course. Freddy, Tawky Tawny, and the Justice League. But… this just wasn't the same. As good as a friend Freddy was, he doubted that he would be willing to just sit and enjoy each other's company silently. Freddy was a huge superhero fan and couldn't help but talk about them in excitement. Not to mention his analyses on Billy’s techniques as Captain Marvel.

The Justice League wasn't any better. They had a professional relationship, thinking of him more as a coworker than a friend. The times he tried to deepen their friendship by inviting them out, he was unfortunately turned down. It seemed that they got along better when they were in battle than not.

Billy usually went to Tawky Tawny for advice, but Tawky Tawny never turned down the opportunity to just spend time in the other’s company. Unfortunately, those times were far and few between, usually because Tawky Tawny was traveling or busy with something else.

With this creature— he’d have to name it eventually, Billy thought absently—all that was expected of him was companionship, nothing more.

Billy felt a cool paw pat his face, the creature looking up at him concerned. His eyes widened before he let out a huff, ruffling its hair. The creature let out a disgruntled chuff and phased through his hands then batted at them, settling down once more on his lap once it was done.

It hadn't been with him long, all he had done was give it some food, and it was already trying to comfort him. Admittedly, it wasn't the best comfort, it stopped once he focused on it, but it wasn't something he expected from a creature he met not an hour ago.

Billy smiled, eyes soft. Perhaps it could stay, if only for a while.

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Whipped this up in a couple hours while trying to get out of my funk

Thanks for reading!!

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cool-fancier · 5 months

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Starlit Serenity

Synopsis: Laughter, love, stars, and an accidental nap—your shared moments forged bonds you’ll forever treasure.

Word count: 1.7K

The story of you and Bada was an adventure filled with serendipity and joy, unfolding on the bustling streets of Seoul. It all started with a strange interview you were doing with several dance teams in order to capture the dynamic essence of the city's underground dance scene. Bada's group, called "Bebe," captivated you not only with their excellent dancing but also with their contagious spirit.

After a thrilling performance, you found yourself absorbed in conversation with the crew members one fateful evening. Among them was Bada, whose eyes sparkled with a blend of passion and humor. Her vibrant personality drew you in, and the casual interview transformed into a lively exchange of stories and laughter.

As the night proceeded, Bada told stories of her misadventures and spontaneous excursions, captivating you with her passion for life. The more you learned about her, the more you realized that beneath her confident exterior was a soul that resonated with your own quirks and unique characteristics.

Days turned into weeks, and chance encounters morphed into planned meetings. Soon, you found yourself caught in the whirlwind of Bada's infectious laughter and the magnetic pull of her presence. Your common sense of humour became the foundation of your bond, turning everyday moments into remarkable ones.

After a particularly difficult interview, Bada suggested an unexpected stroll through Seoul's packed street markets. Bada pulled you into a spontaneous dance, converting the crowded street into your own private stage, as you walked the bustling passageways, eating street cuisine and revelling in the bright mayhem.

The bond grew stronger as you discovered common interests and complimentary eccentricities. Bada's enthusiasm for life properly balanced your more reserved personality. Friends were envious of your and her chemistry, and it was evident that something remarkable was in the works.

The turning point came during a little getaway Bada took you one weekend. The beautiful golden beach that meets the endless blue sea under a sky that shifts from dawn's soft colors to the brilliance of sunset provide the backdrop for a succession of wonderful moments. A mixture of apprehension and excitement permeated the air as you and Bada sat on a large boulder viewing the gorgeous scenery on a starlit night.

"I have something to confess," Bada said, a sly grin on her face. "I've been wanting to do this for a while."

Bada leaned in, grasping your lips in a lovely and unexpected kiss, before you could register her words. As the warmth of the moment wrapped you both, the world appeared to pause. The kiss was a beautiful balance of warmth and humour, leaving you surprised and delighted.

As you pulled away, Bada couldn't help but burst into laughter. "I've been planning that for days, and it was even better than I imagined!"

The two of you laughed together, the shared moment deepening the connection between you.

From that point on, your relationship with Bada took on a new and exciting dimension. The kiss became a cherished memory, a moment that added a delightful chapter to your love story.

And so, the laughter-filled journey of you and Bada continued, painted with the hues of shared adventures, spontaneous kisses, and the enduring camaraderie of your extraordinary friends. Each day brought a new opportunity for humor and affection, making your story a delightful tapestry woven with threads of love and joy.

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The eagerness among your group of friends had been evident for weeks as the expectation grew. You, Bada, Lusher, Tatter, Kyma, Minah, Che Che, and Sowoen were all packed and set for a weekend vacation in a gorgeous mountain cabin. The aim was to get away from the craziness of the city and bathe in the serenity of nature's embrace.

Your close-knit group of friends found themselves in the midst of a mesmerising evening under the blanket of a starlit sky, snuggled in the quietness of an isolated cabin. The environment was filled with laughter, anecdotes, and the warmth of long-lasting friendships.

With her vivacious energy, Bada pitched a game of "Never Have I Ever," an unofficial game of divulging secrets and amusing dares. The air buzzed with excitement among the flickering firelight.

"Never have I ever gotten lost in a foreign country," Minah said with a smirk.

Kyma laughed. "All right, guilty as charged." Remember that chaotic trip to Tokyo?"

Laughter erupted as the group recounted tales of their travel mishaps, adventures, and comical escapades. Bada came in closer, her hand immediately finding yours, fingers intertwining in an unsaid language of love.

The game continued, the questions ranging from hilarious to heartfelt. Tatter, with a sly grin, steered the conversation to more risky questions. "Never have I ever tripped going up the stairs!"

All eyes were drawn to Bada and you, evoking a chorus of taunting remarks. Bada's cheeks flushed rosy as she struggled to hold back a giggle, casting a teasing glance at Tatter.

"It was not planned!" Bada objected, eliciting a burst of applause from the audience.

"Sure, sure, we believe you," Che Che joked, winking at you both.

The fire gradually faded as the night progressed, putting a lovely glow on the faces of the companions sharing anecdotes and dreams. The glittering lights overhead seemed to reflect the glimmer in everyone’s eyes.

The warmth of the evening air surrounded the group, encouraging a decision to spread out beneath the star-studded sky, discussing hopes and wishes. The tranquil beauty of the moment was only broken by an owl's screech or the rustling of leaves in the soft air.

Bada, cuddled against your shoulder, shifted her attention to the stars above, her eyes reflecting the starlight. As you wrapped your arm around her, feeling the softness of her laughter vibrate against your chest, the night had an amazing silence.

"You know," she muttered, her voice a musical whisper in the midst of the peace, "this is perfect." Just being here with you, with everyone... it feels like home."

As you observed her in the dark embrace of the night, your heart overflowed with love. "It's moments like these that make everything feel right," you admitted, your words swept away by the night breeze.

The group, now engulfed in a comfortable silence, marveled at the beauty of the starry canvas above. Moments flew by like glittering stars, each one carving themselves into the tapestry of treasured recollections.

Lusher, always armed with her camera, stealthily captured the serene scene, ensuring that this night, infused with warmth and intimacy, would be preserved in the annals of time.

The group chose to go indoors as the night progressed and tiredness began to claim its victims. But Bada, clinging to the wonder of the evening, stated her desire to witness shooting stars.

"I've never seen one," she said, her eyes twinkling with childish awe.

Che Che, the eternal optimist, grinned mischievously. "Then tonight's the night! We'll make sure you do!"

The group waited, wrapped in blankets, scouring the heavens for the rare shooting star. The mesmerising grandeur of the night sky, on the other hand, appeared focused on tormenting them, concealing its angelic delights beneath veils of clouds.

Amidst the anticipation, the fatigue eventually caught up with Bada. Her eyelids drooped, and with a contented sigh, she leaned against you, seeking solace in the comfort of your presence. Unbeknownst to her, sleep claimed her in that tender moment, her hand still entwined with yours.

When the group noticed the charming sight, they exchanged knowing glances and whispered nods, realising the significance of this touching moment. Lusher again took advantage of the situation by taking a series of candid photos, each frame capturing the peaceful innocence of Bada, asleep in your embrace.

Morning came with a calm light streaming through the windows, providing a warm glow throughout the cabin. Lusher couldn't suppress her joy when everyone gathered for breakfast.

"Time for the big reveal!" she said, projecting the previous night's filmed moments onto the cabin wall.

As the photographs were revealed, there were gasps and chuckles across the room. Bada is sound asleep, her hand intertwined with yours. The cabin became a safe haven of affectionate ribbing as a result of the playful banter and taunting remarks.

As the laughter subsided, Bada, awakening to the joyful chaos, met your gaze with a soft smile, her eyes shimmering with affection and gratitude.

"We'll have to add these to our future wedding album," Minah teased, evoking a chorus of cheers and laughter from the girls.

The day progressed with shared meals, fun games, and echoes of meaningful events weaved throughout every conversation. The cabin, which had formerly served as a backdrop for a weekend escape, now housed a treasure trove of memories that would live on in their hearts forever.

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There were calmer but equally wonderful times among the fun chats and shared laughter. You and Bada found yourselves stealing looks and sharing concealed smiles that spoke volumes in the language of unspoken affection while the group engaged in board games and heated conversations.

During the break in the group's conversation, Bada's laughter, melodious and contagious, filled the air. She caught your attention and offered a hand, inviting you to join her in a dance. You accepted her invitation with a lighthearted grin, and the two of you danced to an imaginary song, your steps led by the common rhythm of your hearts.

Bada found herself leaning into you as the night went, seeking solace in your warm embrace. The steady rhythm of your heart lulled her head into your chest. You softly moved a strand of hair away from her face in that tender moment, enjoying in the closeness and unsaid connection that joined you.

Bada lifted her gaze to meet yours with a quiet chuckle. "I could get used to this," she admitted, her eyes twinkling with mischief and adoration.

"Me, too," you said, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "This feels like home."

Morning arrived, casting a gentle light that bathed the cabin in a serene glow. As the group gathered for breakfast, the slideshow of captured moments revealed the tender scenes of Bada, finding solace in your embrace. The room was filled with amused chuckles and affectionate teasing, yet amidst it all, there was an undeniable sense of warmth and love.

Throughout the day, amidst shared meals and playful banter, you and Bada found yourselves stealing moments – a fleeting touch, a shared glance, each an unspoken testament to the bond that blossomed between you. These intimate gestures, hidden amidst the laughter and camaraderie, spoke volumes of the growing affection between you and Bada.

#bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada lee #street woman fighter 2 #bebe #bada lee fanfic #bada lee x oc #bada lee x y/n #bada lee imagines #street woman fighter x reader #lee bada #street woman fighter

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andy-15-07 · 25 days

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Movie Night

A true love Masterlist

Pairing: Rudy Pankow x reader x Drew Starkey

Summary:A movie night filled with love.

Masterlist | Outer Banks Masterlist | Playlist

The cozy glow of string lights illuminated the living room as Rudy , Drew , and Y/n settled onto the plush couch, a mountain of blankets and pillows surrounding them. It was one of those rare nights when their hectic schedules aligned, allowing them to indulge in a much-needed movie night together.

Y/n snuggled between Rudy and Drew, her head resting on Drew's shoulder as Rudy draped an arm around her, pulling her close. The scent of popcorn filled the air, a comforting reminder of the simple pleasures of home.

"So, what are we watching tonight?" Rudy asked, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Drew grinned mischievously, holding up a stack of DVDs. "I brought a few options," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "But I was thinking we could start with something classic, like 'The Princess Bride'."

Y/n's eyes lit up at the suggestion. "I love that movie!" she exclaimed, her smile infectious.

Rudy nodded in agreement, reaching for the remote. "Sounds perfect to me," he said, his voice warm with enthusiasm.

As the movie began to play, the room was filled with laughter and chatter, the familiar lines of the film bringing back fond memories of childhood. Snuggled together under the blankets, Rudy, Drew, and Y/n lost themselves in the magic of storytelling, their worries and cares melting away with each passing moment.

Halfway through the movie, Drew reached for the bowl of popcorn, his hand accidentally brushing against Y/n's. Their eyes met, a silent exchange passing between them as they shared a knowing smile. Rudy glanced between them, his heart swelling with affection at the sight of his two loves.

"Hey, no fair hogging all the popcorn," Rudy teased, reaching across Y/n to grab a handful.

Y/n giggled, swatting playfully at Rudy's hand. "There's plenty to go around," she said, her laughter infectious.

As the movie drew to a close, the room was filled with a sense of contentment, the warmth of their love wrapping around them like a cozy blanket. Drew stretched his arms overhead, a contented sigh escaping his lips.

"That was perfect," he said, his voice soft with emotion.

Rudy nodded in agreement, pressing a tender kiss to Y/n's temple. "Yeah, it really was," he said, his voice filled with love.

Y/n snuggled closer to Rudy, her heart overflowing with gratitude for the two incredible men by her side. "I'm so lucky to have you both," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Drew smiled, his eyes shining with adoration. "We're the lucky ones," he said, his voice husky with emotion.

In that moment, as they basked in the glow of the movie night serendipity, Rudy, Drew, and Y/n knew that they were exactly where they were meant to be: together, bound by a love that defied all odds and stood the test of time.

As the credits rolled, they remained entwined in each other's arms, savoring the simple joy of being together. And as they drifted off to sleep, their hearts full of love and gratitude, they knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in their love for each other.

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sminiac · 3 months

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౨ৎ⋆ ˚｡— Not Just Serendipity !

⋆ Lee Sohee + Reader

Contains — Strictly Fluff, Absolute nonsense, I listen to too much Laufey

“You think we’ll last?” He bears distant eyes and a cherried tongue with the silly question, communicating to you that he’s unbridled with consternation about the comfort he finds in laxity.

“Do you want me to sock you in your mouth?”

Sheepishly he shakes his head, cleaning his slate of any sour sentiment that hints at him ever doubting the strength of your connection.

“No— I mean like, the world, or.. the universe! Do you think it’ll treat us gently as lovers.” The end of his sentence is soft, mirroring his exterior of a hopeful expression as he stares at the sky, it’s never ending blue that birds cut through with an overwhelmingly large landscape ahead of them that they’re eager to explore.

They remind you of the boy whose fingers toy with your hair now, so bright faced with life and curiosity. You smile. “All we can do is hope, y’know? But even that feels frail in itself compared to what comes tomorrow.” You shift to your side, hands cradled underneath your chin, “Does that make sense?”

Sohee nods, his motions unceasing, “You always make sense.” He’s warm from within like a quaint house in an isolated vista of soft grass and evergreen trees, not even the sun could get him to settle for a cool faintness in gift of its light. He retained his own affection in a harmless way, the innocence of his being concerningly genuine.

Your hand abandons its hold, reaching up to pinch sweetly at his soft cheek. “Think I was just made especially for you, ‘hee.” Your arm sways as he stills, a pained smile taking over his face at the overly sweet gesture, but he doesn’t lean back onto his arms to dodge his way out of your attention, he’d never. “Yeah? Why do you think that?”

He already has an idea in his head, but he likes hearing you talk, for hours and hours and hours, if you were a podcast he’d hope that it ran for an excessively long time, even then he’d return, everyday, urging you to ‘tell it again’ even if you began to grow tired of the stories. You let go of his cheek, settling back into the cushion of his lap under your head, “You just, know.”

“I know?”

“You understand me to a point where I feel like our souls were split before we were even of existence.”

He smiles, a breath puffed through his nose in a laugh at the quickness, your certainty, distracted away from the scene outside by the way you watch so intently as he speaks with sparkling eyes. “And that’s why we’re here now? I wish I could’ve given you more then baby, maybe if I knew— I would’ve done more.”

“Mmh, no, I think I would’ve really- actually socked you in your mouth then.”

This time an audible laugh evades his mouths, his chest shakes and you can see the way his tummy moves under the thin t-shirt you’ve become the shared owners of, “Yeah, maybe I’d actually leave that one untouched if it meant I didn’t receive a fist to the face.”

As his laugh dwindles his eyes stay focused on yours, briefly flitting between your features, what makes you, you. “Do you wanna know why?”

“Why baby?” He responds gingerly.

“Because I was never meant for extravagance, the limelight, the money, just for you, only you- and not that you aren’t extravagant honey, I think you’re the most perfect boy, but how many people can really say that they adore their partner inside out? Not many, not at all.”

You make his face warm, so warm, his heart feels like it’s expanding, like if he looks any further down it would be piercing through his bones, searching for the kindness of your hands, because you’re always so kind, so fond of him, he knows you’d hold it carefully, keep it safe for the rest of his days.

“I was meant for the gentleness of your hands, your lips, the eggs that you can’t cook by yourself because of the quickness of our stove and how overwhelmed you get because of it, your indecisiveness, the longevity of your cologne, your text messages, how you hate tying your shoelaces when they come loose. Don’t you think so, too?”

“Always,” he soothes, finding your hand, bringing it back up to his face so he can press a smiley kiss to your skin. “you do so much for me, ‘s no way I could ever think of someone else taking your spot, it would be hard for them to fulfill anyways. Completely Impossible to.”

#lee sohee #lee sohee x reader #lee sohee imagine #riize lee sohee #riize sohee #riize sohee x reader #riize sohee fluff #sohee #riize #riize fluff #riize x reader #riize imagines

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waywardstation · 2 years

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Dazzling honey!” Completely missing the realization that he had previously been untruthful to her about having anything edible, Akari plucked the jar from Volo’s waiting hands. Holding it up to inspect the contents closer, her serendipity was almost palpable as she turned the glass around in her hands, enjoying the way the winter sun made the honey sparkle.

Ingo and herself could certainly have this with whatever they were going to have for breakfast!

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An illustration for the third chapter of my fic Heart Full, Bowl Empty

#submas #ingo #warden ingo #akari #pokemon akari #Volo #pokemon volo #Pokémon legends arceus #pokemon legends arceus #pokemon legends #Pokémon legends #pokemon #pokemon fanfic #Pokemon fanfiction #ref for fic #waywardstationart

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chi-chistuff · 2 months

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Pairings: Sokka x Reader

Warnings: NONE

In the heart of the Southern Water Tribe, under the luminescent glow of the moon, you found yourself entranced by the tranquility of the night. The gentle lapping of the waves against the icy shore provided a soothing melody as you sat by the edge of the frozen lake, lost in your own thoughts.

Little did you expect that your solitude would be interrupted by the unexpected arrival of none other than Sokka, the renowned warrior of the Southern Water Tribe. With his boomerang slung across his back and a mischievous grin adorning his face, he approached you with an air of confidence that was unmistakably Sokka.

"Hey there, stranger," Sokka greeted you, his voice carrying a warmth that melted away the chill of the night. "Mind if I join you?"

You couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement at his presence, your heart skipping a beat as you nodded in response. Sokka settled himself beside you, his blue eyes sparkling with curiosity as he took in the serene beauty of the surroundings.

"So, what brings you out here all alone?" Sokka asked, his gaze turning to meet yours.

You found yourself drawn to his easy charm, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence as you opened up about your thoughts and dreams. As the night wore on, the two of you shared stories and laughter, forging a connection that seemed to transcend time and space.

With each passing moment, you discovered new facets of Sokka's personality – his unwavering loyalty to his friends, his boundless courage in the face of adversity, and his innate ability to find humor in even the darkest of situations. And as you basked in the warmth of his company, you couldn't help but feel yourself falling for him, captivated by the depth of his spirit and the strength of his heart.

As the first light of dawn began to paint the sky in hues of pink and gold, Sokka turned to you with a soft smile, his gaze filled with an emotion that mirrored your own.

"Thank you for tonight," he said, his voice gentle yet sincere. "I never expected to meet someone as amazing as you."

And in that moment, as the sun rose over the horizon, you knew that your encounter with Sokka was nothing short of serendipity – a chance meeting that would forever change the course of your destiny.

Together, you watched as the world awakened to a new day, knowing that no matter where life may lead you, the memory of this magical night by the lake would always hold a special place in your heart.

I HAD THIS IS MY NOTES FOR SO LONG AND NOW I POSTED IT

#atla sokka #atla #avatar the last airbender #sokka x reader #Chi-chistuff

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thepoetryofascension · 5 months

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inspiration in december. wonder in december. reverie in december. prosperity in december. kindred spirits in december. serendipity in december. fated connections in december. sparkle in december. soul stirring moments in december. positive change in december. renewal in december. deep love in december.

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starglitterz · 2 years

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serendipity.

─── series masterlist !

serendipity

noun; the occurrence & development of events by chance in a happy way

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you're pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he's just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he's ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can't shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn't that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

pairing; scaramouche x fem!reader

genre; modern au, coffee shop au, half smau half writing, fluff, crack, angst, coworkers to lovers, ___ to lovers, mutual pining

status; ongoing

warnings; all characters are over the age of 21, swearing, spoilers for scaramouche's backstory, detailed warnings will be specified each chapter, does not include anything that may happen from 3.1 update onwards

updates; erratic, hopefully at least once a week

taglist (open); send an ask to be added !

additional info; serendipity is a spinoff of my streamer!xiao series cynosure, and it contains heavy cynosure spoilers but can be read as a stand-alone. all parts & any asks relating to serendipity will be tagged under [☕] ━━━ serendipity ! . chapter titles are subject to change.

please reblog ! it helps a lot :)

# chapters:

character profiles !

one ! - a fresh start (and a terrible first impression)

two ! - i feel like i know you (i sure hope not)

three ! - i'm just doing my job! (does it really include being this bossy?)

four ! - thanks for the save (it's no big deal)

five ! - time for the summer festival! (do we really have to do this?)

six ! - your friends are here ! (oh no)

seven ! - my bff thinks she's sherlock holmes (...what?)

eight ! - no secrets allowed (if you say so)

nine ! - you were definitely jealous (you're delusional)

ten ! - a normal day at komore (until it wasn't)

eleven ! - feels weird when you're not here (feels weird when you're not here)

twelve ! - my skills include making bad decisions (add that to your resume)

thirteen ! - tea spilling session (that is the worst possible name)

fourteen ! - i know that you've got mommy issues (please shut up)

fifteen ! - anything for komore! (this is a bit much)

sixteen ! - i do know you (i hope it's true)

seventeen ! - the tale of a wanderer (and his trusty sidekick)

eighteen ! - cleaning after hours (do we get paid for overtime?)

nineteen ! - i'm so dumb (i'm so dumb)

twenty ! - i love fireworks! (i think your eyes sparkle more)

# extras:

playlist !

#[☕] ━━━ serendipity !#scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche #scaramouche angst #genshin scaramouche #scara x reader #scaramouche genshin impact #scaramouche smau #genshin impact smau #genshin smau #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #✏️ — quill writes !#genshin angst #genshin impact

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srvbryn · 5 months

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ᝰ.ᐟ Ferris Wheel

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ Bi-Han X f!reader

warning: none

"as long as it is with you"

The unexpected stop of the ferris wheel allowed (Name) and Bi-Han to create a timeless bubble above the bustling amusement park. Surrounded by the quiet hum of the city below and the distant laughter of park-goers, they found themselves in a suspended moment where time seemed to elongate.

Bi-Han leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling. "There's something magical about being stuck at the top, you know?" It's almost as if we have our own private skybox."

(Name) couldn't help but chuckle at his take on the situation. "Magical, huh? I suppose unexpected moments can have their own charm."

Bi-Han, usually reserved, revealed a surprising side that had (Name) laughing more than once.

Amidst the exchange of stories and laughter, Bi-Han's gaze softened as he looked at (Name). "You know, sometimes the unplanned moments are the most memorable ones."

(Name) smiled in agreement. "I never thought I'd say this about being stuck in the air, but I'm glad it happened."

Their carriage gently swayed as the ferris wheel began its descent. Bi-Han, ever the gentleman, offered (Name) his hand as they stepped onto solid ground. The amusement park lights danced around them, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

As they strolled through the park, Bi-Han suggested, "How about we explore the rest of the attractions? Who knows what other surprises await us?"

(Name) nodded, the night taking an unexpectedly delightful turn. They walked through the park, trying games, sharing cotton candy, and reveling in the carefree spirit of the night. It was a stark contrast to the initial uncertainty atop the ferris wheel.

Bi-Han's stoic demeanor gave way to moments of genuine amusement, and (Name) found herself captivated by the genuine joy he displayed.

As they approached the carousel, Bi-Han suggested, "How about one more ride? This time, I promise it won't get stuck."

(Name) laughed, feeling a sense of exhilaration. "I'll hold you to that promise."

The carousel's lights painted a kaleidoscope of colors as they hopped onto the ornate horses. Bi-Han, with a playful glint in his eyes, whispered, "To unexpected unforgettable moments."

(Name) silently clinked her imaginary glass against his, toasting the serendipity that had brought them together on this whimsical night. As they circled under the sparkling lights on the carousel, (Name) couldn't shake the feeling that this unexpected diversion had turned into a beautiful chapter in their shared story.

(Name) and Bi-Han found themselves standing beneath the twinkling stars, basking in the warmth of each other company.

The night air held a hint of coolness as (Name) and Bi-Han walked away from the now still carousel. The amusement park, once alive with the sounds of joy and excitement, was beginning to wind down.

Bi-Han turned to (Name) with a gentle smile. "I must admit, tonight has been quite extraordinary. Who would have thought that a stuck ferris wheel would lead to such an enchanting evening with you?"

(Name) grinned back at him, "Life has a way of surprising us when we least expect it. I'm just glad I got to share these moments with you."

As they wandered through the park, the twinkling lights casting a soft glow on their path, Bi-Han's expression became contemplative. "There's a certain beauty in the unexpected, don't you think? It's as if the universe conspires to weave these moments into the tapestry of our lives."

(Name) nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of comfort that went beyond the ordinary. "It's in these unplanned moments that we discover the true essence of life."

They found a quiet bench near a tranquil fountain, the gentle splashing of water providing a soothing backdrop. Bi-Han turned to (Name), his gaze sincere. "Thank you for turning what could have been a mere hiccup into a night I'll always remember."

(Name) touched his arm lightly, a warmth in her eyes. "And thank you for being the unexpected highlight of my evening. Sometimes, it's the detours that lead to the most beautiful destinations."

Bi-Han's lips curved into a soft rare smile. "Perhaps the universe had its own plans for us tonight."

As they sat in comfortable silence, the night around them deepened. The amusement park, now mostly deserted.

With a thoughtful expression, Bi-Han spoke, "I've learned that life's greatest treasures often reveal themselves in the quiet moments—the moments when we least expect them."

(Name) leaned in, their shoulders touching. "I couldn't agree more."

As they prepared to leave the park, hand in hand, the echoes of laughter and the glow of memories lingered in the air.

(Name) looked at Bi-Han with a soft expression. "Shall we make our way home, or would you like to extend this enchanting night a little longer?"

Bi-Han smiled, "I'm up for whatever the night brings, as long as it's with you."

#i love him #mk1 #bi han sub zero #bi han x reader #bi han #bi han mk #x reader #mortal kombat #ooc post

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binilpol · 8 months

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niki x reader Latte love Strngers to lovers

In the heart of the bustling city, there stood a quaint coffee shop, its aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. It was here that Y/N found solace in the midst of chaos, a place where she could lose herself in the world of words. The shop's vibrant chatter provided a comforting backdrop to her writing.

One fateful day, as she entered, all the familiar seats were occupied, except for one. With a sigh, she settled at a corner desk, strategically nestled by the window. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, thoughts flowing freely.

It was then that she noticed him, a young man with a cap perched on his head, engrossed in a notebook. His face was etched in concentration, scribbling fervently. Intrigued, she couldn't help but steal glances.

Days turned into weeks, and their encounters became routine. They exchanged polite smiles, a silent acknowledgment of their shared love for this sanctuary. Gradually, they began to exchange a few words, discussing their respective projects and sharing snippets of their lives.

Y/N: "That looks intriguing, what are you working on?"

Niki looked up, a spark of recognition in his eyes. "Oh, just some lyrics. I'm a musician, you know."

Y/N's eyes widened in pleasant surprise. "Really? I'm a writer, so we have something in common."

Their conversations evolved, effortlessly transitioning from casual banter to deep discussions about dreams and aspirations. Y/N admired Niki's passion for music, while he marveled at her way with words. Their souls intertwined through their shared interests.

One chilly afternoon, the air was charged with anticipation. Niki looked up from his notebook, his gaze fixed on Y/N. With a soft smile, he confessed, "You know, this place has become even more special since you started coming here."

Y/N's heart raced, her cheeks tinged with a delicate blush. "I agree, niki" she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Months passed, their bond growing stronger with each passing day. They discovered new coffee blends together, debated over the perfect writing spot, and even shared intimate secrets under the warm glow of the shop's pendant lights.

Niki, now knowing Y/N's penchant for dark academia aesthetics, surprised her with a vintage leather-bound notebook, a perfect companion to her writing.

Niki: "I thought this might be a good home for your words, among its own kind."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with gratitude. "It's perfect, Niki. Thank you."

Their first date was a beautiful symphony of shared glances and lingering touches. As the sun set, casting a warm glow across the coffee shop, they sat at their favorite corner, hearts entwined.

Y/N: "I can't believe this is our first official date. It feels like we've known each other forever."

Niki: "It does, doesn't it? Maybe that's because our hearts recognized each other long before we did."

In that very place, where their story began, they toasted to their future, grateful for the serendipity that brought them together. From that day forward, the coffee shop held not only the aroma of rich coffee but also the sweet scent of their love story, forever imprinted in its walls.

After their date, they exchanged kisses, a promise of more moments like this. Niki couldn't wait to see her again, and he messaged her the next day.

Niki: "Hey, would you like to meet up again? Maybe for a walk in the park?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, and she quickly replied, agreeing to the plan. When they met, the connection was even stronger, and as they sat on a park bench, Niki couldn't hold back his feelings any longer.

Niki: "Y/N, there's something I need to tell you. I can't stop thinking about you, and I've realized that I'm in love with you."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with happiness. "Niki, I feel the same way. I've never met someone who understands me the way you do."

And so, in the midst of a quiet park, surrounded by the rustling leaves and the distant sounds of the city, they shared their feelings, sealing their love with a tender kiss. They knew that their story was just beginning, and they couldn't wait to see where life would take them, hand in hand.

Im a dry texter sorry💀

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harrystylesslutt · 9 months

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A serene escape

Part 1 of seaside serendipity

warnings: just fluff for now

The quaint coastal town of Seaside Haven was your personal paradise. Its narrow cobbled streets, lined with charming cottages and the alluring scent of the ocean breeze, made it the perfect summer escape. The café by the beach, "Seashells & Coffee," was your haven of tranquility. It was here that you had spent several summers working, basking in the warmth of the locals and the cool embrace of the sea.

The sun rose lazily over the horizon, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold as you stepped into the café. The day held the promise of new adventures, and you couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement in your chest. The morning rush hadn't begun yet, giving you a moment to prepare the cafe for the day ahead.

As you arranged freshly baked pastries in the display case, you couldn't help but glance out the window, captivated by the waves crashing against the shore. Lost in thought, you nearly jumped when a soft voice interrupted your reverie.

"Excuse me, is this place open?"

You turned to find a tall, curly-haired stranger standing at the entrance. His emerald eyes sparkled with curiosity, and the smile on his lips was enough to make your heart skip a beat. He had an aura of mystery and charm that immediately intrigued you.

"Yes, we're open!" you replied with your normal cheerful tone, despite the unexpected flutters in your stomach. "Welcome to Seashells & Coffee."

He stepped inside, and you noticed a hint of sea salt in his dark, tousled hair. "Thank you," he said, a faint British accent adding to his allure. "This place has such a lovely vibe."

"Thank you," you repeated, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink under his warm gaze. "Would you like a seat by the window? It offers the best view."

"That sounds perfect," he said, a playful yet reserved glint in his eyes.

You led him to a cozy corner by the window, where he took a seat with a small smile. As you handed him a menu, your fingers brushed against his, causing an electrifying sensation to run through your veins. You quickly withdrew your hand, trying to hide your embarrassment.

"I'm Harry, by the way," he introduced himself, his smile never fading.

"Nice to meet you, Harry. I'm YN," you replied, your heart pounding in your chest. It wasn't like you never got any good looking customers, you did, but you've always managed to keep your cool since most of them had a cold vibe surrounding them. There was just something about this stranger that made you intrigued to know more, was it his manners? the way he held eye contact? or the way his eyes kept subtly glancing down at your lips?

Over the next few hours, few customers went in and out, all of them seeming to be in too much of a hurry to sit down on one of the pink leather couches. You could feel the eyes of the stranger on you every now and then, there was some kind of tension knowing you and him were the only two people in the shop. However he did not miss trying to make his presence noticeable, since he was making his way back and forth from where you were working, getting new pastries to try while leaving little appreciation comments every now and then.

As the afternoon sun bathed the café in golden light, Harry was on one of his missions to get a new pastry, you somehow managed to end up engrossed in a conversation with him. He was well-traveled and had an air of wisdom beyond his years. He shared stories of his adventures, and you told him about the town's history and hidden gems, since he showed you a strong interest towards the hidden tales of the town. The more you talked, the more you felt an unspoken connection between you two, as if you had known each other for much longer than just a few hours.

After paying his bill, Harry leaned closer, his eyes locked with yours. "Thank you YN, I couldn't think of a better way to start my vacation; you really do know the art of pastries well” He chuckled.

You blushed at his compliment, feeling the undeniable chemistry between you. "Thank you Harry, although I am a bit thrown off by your hatred for strawberries, I don't think it's acceptable really.”

“Ah there it is, you let me off too easily earlier, I knew you were secretly judging my impeccable taste” He replied. You found yourself cheekily laughing at his teasing words “If anything it is anything but impeccable. The fact that you won't try any strawberry pastries is cruel! You know that you’d find a newly found love for them but you’re in denial so it’s fine it'll take you a while to cave in” Your playful banter goes on for a while until Harry really has to go but not before suggesting subtly his next visit, and that alone leaves u with flutters in your stomach.

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The next day, as the sun painted the sky in a soft pastel palette, you found yourself eagerly anticipating Harry's return to Seashells & Coffee. The memory of your long conversation from the previous day had lingered in your mind, leaving you with a sense of excitement and nervousness about seeing him again.

Just as the clock struck ten, the familiar chime of the doorbell signaled his arrival. Harry stepped in with that same charming smile that made your heart skip a beat. It was as if he brought the sunshine with him, brightening the entire café with his presence.

"Good morning, YN," he greeted, his eyes locking onto yours as if you were the only one in the room.

"Morning, Harry," you replied with a warm smile, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks.

He took a seat by the window once more, and you couldn't help but notice the small details that made him uniquely Harry—the way his curls fell just right, the subtle crinkles near his eyes when he smiled, and the way he fidgeted with the menu, pretending to be undecided.

"You're back for another adventure at Seashells & Coffee?" you asked playfully, remembering his words from yesterday.

Harry chuckled. "Absolutely. It's the best place to be."

As the day went on, your playful banter continued. You brought back your criticism towards his peculiar dislike for strawberries, which amused you to no end. "You're missing out on the best summer treat, Harry," you teased, holding up a plump, ripe strawberry between your fingers.

"I know, I know," he chuckled, shaking his head. "I told you,It's just one of those things I can't seem to enjoy."

Determined to change his mind, you decided to take matters into your own hands. During a short break, you disappeared into the kitchen, whipping up a special strawberry dessert just for him. You carefully crafted a delicious strawberry shortcake with layers of sponge, fresh strawberries, and a dollop of whipped cream on top.

Returning to his table, you placed the dessert before him with a flourish. "Now, this is the ultimate test. Give it a try."

Harry raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk forming on his lips. "You're on."

He took a hesitant bite, and you watched nervously, hoping that your creation would win him over. His eyes widened in surprise, and a smile broke out on his face.

"Wow, this is amazing," he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine delight. "You might have just done the impossible and changed my opinion on strawberries."

You couldn't help but beam with pride at his reaction. "I told you they're delicious! It's like a burst of summer in every bite."

As the day continued, you and Harry spent more time together, talking, laughing, and enjoying each other's company. The bond between you grew stronger with every shared moment. You felt a sense of comfort and ease around him, as if you had found someone who truly understood you.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the coastal town, Harry hesitated before speaking. "Would you like to take a walk on the beach with me?"

Your heart skipped a beat at his invitation, and you nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. "I'd love to."

Closing the shop, you strolled along the shoreline, the waves gently caressing the sand beneath your feet. The sound of the ocean served as a soothing backdrop to your conversation. As you and Harry walked along the beach, the cool ocean breeze caressed your skin, creating a sense of serenity around you. The waves lapped gently against the shore, and the distant cries of seagulls added to the tranquil atmosphere.

Harry's curiosity got the best of him, and he couldn't help but ask about the peculiar events that had occurred in the town. "You mentioned yesterday that this place has a magical charm and stories waiting to be written. Are there any particular stories or events that stand out?"

You smiled, appreciating his interest in the town's history. "Oh, definitely! Seaside Haven has a rich history filled with mysteries and legends. One of the most famous stories is about an old lighthouse that sits atop the cliffs."

Intrigued, Harry leaned in, eager to hear more. "Tell me about it."

"Legend has it that the lighthouse was built centuries ago by a lonesome sailor," you began, the tales of old coming to life in your words. "He fell deeply in love with a local woman, but their love was forbidden by her overprotective family. Heartbroken and desperate, he built the lighthouse as a beacon of hope, hoping it would guide him back to her."

Harry's eyes sparkled with fascination. "Did it work?"

"Well," you continued with a playful grin, "that's the mystery. Some say that on clear, moonlit nights, you can see a ghostly figure of a man gazing out to sea from the top of the lighthouse. Locals call him the 'Lover's Light.'"

"That's both beautiful and haunting," Harry mused, captivated by the romantic lore.

As you walked further, you shared more stories—the shipwrecks that dotted the coastline, the hidden caves said to be treasure troves, and the annual beach bonfire festival that brought the entire town together. Harry listened with genuine interest, asking questions and adding his own insights.

He paused for a moment, gazing out at the vast ocean before turning back to you. "It's incredible how stories and history shape a place. It's like every corner of this town has a tale to tell."

"It truly does," you agreed, feeling a deep connection forming between you two as you shared these tales. "And it's those stories that make this town so special, giving it a sense of magic and wonder."

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting an orange glow across the sky, you both continued your leisurely stroll along the beach. The stories of the town, the sound of the waves, and the connection between you and Harry created an enchanting moment—one that would forever be etched in the sands of your summer paradise.

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Harry walked back to his rented cottage, his mind swirling with thoughts of YN. The way she spoke about the town's history with such passion, the playful glint in her eyes when she teased him about strawberries, and the warmth of her smile—it all left an indelible impression on him. He couldn't deny how drawn he felt to her, but he also knew that he was just passing through this picturesque town for a different reason. .

"Keep it together, Harry," he mumbled to himself as he entered the cozy living room. He settled down on the worn-out couch, trying to focus on the laptop in front of him. But every time he tried to concentrate on his work, thoughts of YN crept back into his mind.

He shook his head, attempting to clear his thoughts. "You can't get distracted now," he reminded himself sternly, his fingers tapping on the keyboard. He had come to Seaside Haven for a specific goal, he reminded himself.

As he typed, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of suspicion lingering in the back of his mind. It was as if fate had led him to YN, and he couldn't understand why he was so taken by her. He had met plenty of people during his travels, but there was something about her that felt different—like she held a key to a world of wonder he had yet to discover.

Pushing the thoughts away, Harry focused on his work once more. He typed away, the soft tapping of the keys echoing in the quiet room. But try as he might, his mind kept wandering back to YN the enchanting girl he had met at the café.

"Get a grip, Harry," he scolded himself, forcing himself to concentrate on the task at hand. He couldn't afford to let his emotions get the best of him. After all, he was just a visitor with a mission in Seaside Haven, and he didn't know how long he would stay.

With a determined sigh, he finally managed to immerse himself in his writing. But even as the words flowed from his fingers, he couldn't shake off the image of YN's smile and the feeling of her hand in his. It was as if the town itself conspired to keep him captivated, weaving its magic around him and YN.

Harry found it useless to try to keep himself concentrated while she clouded his mind, so he gives up, saving the document on his laptop and closing all the tabs for his research . He closed the lid, feeling a mix of confusion and fascination. "You're being silly," he whispered to himself, trying to dispel the enchantment that surrounded him.

But as he lay in bed that night, the image of YN stayed with him, her presence lingering like a sweet summer breeze. And in that moment, he knew that Seaside Haven had more in store for him than he had ever anticipated. Perhaps it wasn't just a town for a summer escape, with a good story—it could be the place where he found something he never knew he was looking for.

To be continued...

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andy-15-07 · 1 month

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Unexpected Encounters

masterlist ! pairing: Chase Stokes x reader

SUMMARY : Chase stokes and Y/n meet at one of Chase's interviews (maybe like at jimmy fallons show where reader is in the audience) and fall in love.

Outer Banks Masterlist | part 2

The atmosphere buzzed with anticipation as the audience settled in their seats, awaiting the arrival of the night's guest on The Tonight Show with Jimmy Fallon. Among them sat Y/N, a young woman who couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as the stage lights illuminated, signaling the start of the show.

As Jimmy Fallon's cheerful voice filled the studio, Y/N's gaze was drawn to the guest list for the evening. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the name: Chase Stokes. She had admired his work on the hit series "Outer Banks" and couldn't wait to see him in person.

Moments later, Chase Stokes stepped onto the stage, greeted by thunderous applause. Y/N couldn't help but admire his charm and charisma as he settled into the guest chair, flashing his signature smile.

The interview flowed seamlessly, with Jimmy Fallon and Chase exchanging witty banter and sharing behind-the-scenes stories from the show. Y/N found herself captivated by Chase's every word, hanging onto his every anecdote with rapt attention.

After the interview concluded, Y/N lingered in her seat as the audience began to file out of the studio. She couldn't shake the feeling of wanting to meet Chase in person, even if it was just for a brief moment.

As luck would have it, fate intervened when Chase caught sight of Y/N lingering in the crowd. He flashed her a charming grin and made his way over to where she was seated.

"Hey there," Chase said, his voice warm and inviting. "I couldn't help but notice you during the interview. Mind if I join you?"

Y/N's heart fluttered at the unexpected gesture. "Of course," she replied, trying to keep her composure as Chase took the seat next to her.

"Great interview, right?" Chase said, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Absolutely," Y/N nodded, unable to contain her excitement. "I'm a huge fan of 'Outer Banks.' Your performance is incredible."

Chase grinned, clearly pleased by the compliment. "Thank you so much. It means a lot to hear that."

The conversation flowed effortlessly between them, as if they had known each other for years rather than just meeting. They talked about everything from their favorite scenes in the show to their shared love of travel and adventure.

Before they knew it, the studio lights began to dim, signaling the end of their time together. Y/N couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment at the thought of saying goodbye so soon.

As they stood up to leave, Chase hesitated for a moment before speaking. "Listen, I know this might be a long shot, but would you maybe want to grab a coffee sometime? I'd love to get to know you better."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the invitation. She had never expected their chance encounter to lead to something like this. "I would love to," she replied, a smile spreading across her face.

And just like that, a simple meeting at a late-night talk show had blossomed into something unexpected and beautiful. As they exchanged contact information, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the serendipity that had brought them together.

As they parted ways, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something truly special. Who knew that a chance encounter in a crowded studio audience could lead to finding love in the most unexpected of places?

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