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Reading "Hey there ghosts it's me, ya Robin." by @summerbummin and I couldn't help making them a meme for Chapter 10 so...
1/5 (this is so we know when Tumblr eats one lol) B28 + B97 for Kaz Brekker?
Fandom: Shadow and Bone
Prompts: B28. “I’ve been gathering my courage to talk to you for so long and now… I did it.” (modified it slightly) + B97. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.”
A/N: Changed B28 slightly to make it fit better for my idea. I hope you like it Charlie!
Word count: 883
The Crow Club was unusually quiet today, just a few customers were present and they weren’t even fully drunk. You made your way towards Kaz’s office, the new information about the next heist in your pocket. You hoped Kaz would be pleased, that information wasn’t easy to get. The door was slightly open, and you were just about to knock on it.
“Kaz, Y/N cares about you too,” you heard Inej’s soft voice say and stopped in your tracks. “I know you think that you don’t deserve them-”
“That’s right Inej, I don’t,” Kaz snapped and you could almost hear him glaring at her. “I wouldn’t be good enough for them, I would only disappoint them somehow.”
“No, you wouldn’t. We’ve all seen how they look at you, and how you look at them. They know you enough, you deserve-”
“I asked you here to go over the plan, I didn’t ask you to give advice on my love life,” Kaz grunted and you heard a parchment rustling.
“Fine, but remember that Y/N necessarily won’t wait for you forever,” Inej said and they stopped talking. You contemplated going in for a second, but figured it wouldn’t be wise. But you knew that you wanted to talk to Kaz about this sometime soon.
Everything had happened so fast - a million kruge for the alleged Sun Summoner had taken you through the Fold, all the way to Os Alta, and now you were on the run back as Alina escaped. Inej was wounded and you all agreed on returning to Ketterdam, even though Kaz had to be persuaded into it. But eventually he too had to face it - Inej being in her full health was crucial for the plan to succeed.
Kaz went outside after announcing that you’ll be crossing the Fold again in Arken’s train and return to Ketterdam from Os Kervo, abandoning the mission. It was clearly hard for him to decide, but you were proud of him. For once, he put his friends’ safety before profit and kruge.
Night fell, and Kaz was still outside. Jesper and Inej ushered you to go talk with him and after a while of whispered bickering, you gave in.
Kaz didn’t even look at you when you stepped out, but you knew he knew that you were there. He had made a fire and skinned a rabbit Jesper shot earlier for dinner, and you had to admit that the smell of it made you kind of hungry.
“Hey,” you mumbled and slowly made your way to him, sitting beside Kaz on a log. He didn’t answer anything, just staring at the fire and you crossed your hands on your lap and stared at the fire too.
“Are you hungry?” he asked suddenly, and you shook your head. It was a lie, but you didn’t feel like eating right now.
Damn it.
“Kaz, I heard you talking to Inej a few weeks ago.” you blurted out. He visibly stiffened, and you knew that he knew perfectly well what conversation you were talking about.
“So?” he grumbled and you swallowed.
“Since then, I’ve been gathering my courage to talk to you about this and now… I'll do it.” you muttered, glancing up to Kaz shyly. "I know that you have feelings for me and you think that you're not good for me, but that's not true. You are good enough. More than good enough."
Kaz finally looked at you, his eyes reflecting the fire. He shook his head slightly. "Y/N, you don't understand. I'm broken. You wouldn't be able to take it."
You restrained yourself from reaching out and touching his hands as you spoke your next words, "You don't know that. And there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you."
Kaz pursed his lips together and didn't answer anything, turning his gaze back to the fire. You sat in silence for a moment, before you sighed and stood up, making your way back to the barn. Kaz stared into the fire, your words echoing in his head over and over again, fighting with his other side saying that he has to stop caring for you, but he couldn’t help but admit it - he had grown to need you and know you’re safe at all times.
His worst fear was losing you, something he had swore to never feel about anyone. In the Barrel, every single day could be your last and such fears were dangerous. But he knew it already when he gave Heleen The Crow Club as his collateral for you and Inej. It wasn’t just because you two were useful for the heist. He felt disgusted that you had had to work for the Menagerie, and with you, he was furious that Heleen still owned you. And now he was losing The Crow Club, but still… he would do it again, even if he knew the outcome. You were more important than the club, as much as he hated to admit it.
But would he be ready to love you like you deserved to be loved? Would he be ever able to really show you how much you mattered to him? He knew there was only one way to find out, and maybe he would be able to take his biggest leap for you...
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For the writing prompts, what about skz han and #5 “I love you, you dork” 🙏🏻
cute
pairing: non-idol!han x gn!reader
word count: 0.7k~
warnings: idk feels not great but have some fluffy idiots in love & han being a cutie ig!! lowercase intention + no proofreading.
daisy’s notes: very slight edit to the quote itself btw!! just included a “too” hehe <3 im still trying to get into the hang of writing for skz tbh but han cute... i love his silly lil english sentences when they come out of nowhere like sdkfhsdf stoopppp my heart cant take it
you knew that jisung could speak english... you just didn’t know how cute he would be whenever he did it.
you had met him through felix--who had graciously saved you at a bar after some guy wouldn’t let up on hitting on you--and he had practically lit up at learning that you spoke english. despite the fact that you tried to speak korean with felix and his friends (it was sweet how much chan seemed to help you when you were struggling--and maybe a little embarrassing every time he gushed over you getting something right without anyone’s help), you noticed that jisung would sometimes just casually plop himself down next to you and start speaking english. his friends said it was because he was trying to make you laugh with certain phrases (the more nonsensical things, always), other times he was trying to show off a little. despite the fact he always seemed to be sweet, introverted jisung, you saw the other side of him often enough to know what he was like when he was comfortable with someone.
and sometimes that meant you realized his cheesecake-related arguments with you were a sign he was comfortable with you as a person. they weren’t so much arguments as they were “passionate discussions about why you were wrong” about your preferred toppings (and why he was wrong, too), but the others noticed how close the two of you seemed to be.
another time you noticed that he’d roll his eyes at the others at their antics, suddenly walking over to you, “i’m done with you!” he called back. “i’m talking to my best friend now--hi, best friend,” he’d smile at you, an arm draped around your shoulders. “we’re best friends now.”
(you changed his name in your phone to “my best friend 🐿️” after that, just to see the way his eyes lit up when he saw it.)
“y’know, i think he likes you,” felix had said to you while getting coffee with you. “i dunno. just a feeling.”
“you think?” you looked up, already feeling the heat rush to your face. felix didn’t know, because you never told him, but you may have developed a tiny crush on jisung shortly after you met him. he was cute, sure, but you liked how welcome he made you feel. he made you laugh, too.
felix looked up from the sugar packet he was trying to rip open, fingers never seeming to fully get a grip. “huh? oh. yeah, definitely,” he said. “we’ve all talked about it, actually. like, han really seems to like you,” the packet broke, spilling sugar only partially into his coffee. “ah, shit--”
“you can’t just say stuff like that!” you frowned as he grabbed his napkin, wiping up the spilled sugar from the table and his fingers. “what do you mean--”
you heard jisung calling out your name, eyes glimmering with joy at seeing you. you smiled back, waving as he made his way over.
despite his phone not making a single noise, felix looked at the dark screen, “oh, shit, something just came up--i’ll leave you to it, yeah?”
despite your protest and attempt to call him out on the obvious lie, felix walked off with a wave and a promise he’d catch up with jisung later. jisung looked at you, brows furrowed before jerking a thumb over his shoulder about to question it.
“he’s weird,” you said. “you wanna sit since my coffee date abandoned me?”
“date?” jisung frowned. “were you two...?” he spoke in english, “you can’t date him!”
“ji--”
“you can’t date him because i love you!” he said outright with a pout. “they say--said you feel the same way.”
“he wasn’t my date--” you grew flustered, “i just meant it in a friend way--what do you mean you love me?”
he grew flustered. “i...” and then he met your gaze, giving you a small smile. “surprise?”
cute. you couldn’t fight off your smile. “you wanna get out of here? go on an actual date? i’m free if you are.”
if you could make him glow with joy like he did when you finished speaking, you’d take him anywhere he wanted to go. he offered his hand to you, already intertwining your fingers with his own happily.
“oh. by the way...” you had waited until you turned the street corner to speak up with your thoughts, “i love you, too, you dork.”
He’s fucking beautiful
thinking about how minghao would propose.
minghao was just like you in the sense that you both found joy in the simple things in life. you're both happy with just sitting at home watching silly little tv shows or movies, sharing about your day over dinner, going grocery shopping together every friday night and having your tea ceremony every sunday morning. fancy date nights were reserved for special occasions like birthdays or anniversaries.
"makes every fancy date night we have feels more significant," he'd told you.
that's why he knew you wouldn't suspect anything. it was a regular sunday morning and you were both preparing for your weekly tea ceremony. minghao was setting up his little table when you heard him calling out for you so you poked your head out of the kitchen to ask what he needed.
"could you go get the tea set from the cabinet in our room?" he said as he adjusted a cushion that he'd placed on the floor.
"the one you said you were saving for a special occasion?"
he nodded wordlessly at your question and it made the curiosity inside you grow.
"what's the special occasion?" you probed and minghao shrugged and mumbled a quick "just felt like using it today" and you decided not to ask further.
you pulled open the cabinet door and stood on your tiptoes to try and reach the highest part of the shelf but the box was too deep inside so you decided to use the stool from your dressing table as a step ladder.
the moment you pulled the box out from the shelf, a small box wrapped in a silver wrapping paper that was hidden behind it caught your eye. you didn't recognise it at all so it definitely didn't belong to you. was it minghao's? you brought it out of the room with you and minghao tried his best to hold back his smile once he noticed it sitting on top of his tea set.
"is this yours?" you asked as you set everything down on the table before you. "i found it in the corner of the cabinet."
"it's yours." he answered nonchalantly.
"mine?" you reached for the gift, unwrapping it to see what was inside. "but my birthday isn't until feb—" your mouth dropped open and you let out a gasp once the navy blue, velvet box was revealed.
minghao stood up and made his way over to you and you barely registered him taking the box out of your hand or sitting down next to you.
"y/n," his voice pulled you back to reality, turning to him with a hand over your mouth, still in shock. "earlier you asked me what the special occasion was and now you're probably thinking this is the special occasion but it actually isn't."
he moved closer to you so your knees were now touching and grabbed the hand that was resting on the table. "being with you is the special occasion, you make all the mundane things in life feel special. i never thought sitting at home eating a simple home cooked meal with the tv playing in the background could make me feel so happy and content, but then i realized it wasn't what i'm doing but rather who i'm doing it with."
you felt a warmness spread across your entire body at his words and the tears that were pooling below your eyes now rolled down your cheeks. minghao grazed his thumb against the back of your hand, "y/n, will you make all the days for the rest of my life special? i promise i'll do my best—"
before minghao could even finish his question, you were already nodding in response. he quickly placed the box on the table to remove the ring from it to slide it onto your finger before pulling you into his embrace. after what felt like forever, he leaned back to look at you with the softest smile on his face, cupping your cheeks to wipe the tears away with his thumbs.
you lifted your hand up in an attempt to admire your new ring and a chuckle escaped you causing minghao to shoot you a questioning look.
"i wanted to look at the ring but i couldn't because my vision is still blurry from all the tears," you explained and minghao let out a small laugh and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
"you'll love it. i got the inspiration for the design from your pinterest board."
you looked at him with wide eyes, "how long have you been preparing for this? i had no idea you were even looking at that."
"since after the first month of us moving in together."
tears started welling up in your eyes again as minghao stood up and went back to his side of the table and started pouring hot water into the teapot.
"tea?"
This is so fucking cute
Yoongi is a Rock
That’s it. That’s the plot. Yoongi is a rock. Enjoy! :D And Happy Halloween! This is my treat for you!
rock!Yoongi x reader :D fluff a bit of angst a lot of silliness
Word Count 1.3k
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Yoongi is a rock, so he doesn’t have much thought. But perhaps, for a rock, his thoughts are a lot.
Yoongi is a rock, so doesn’t have ears, but he can hear, how the wind whips around his solid rock build. He doesn’t have eyes, but he can see, your smile as you climb the other rocks to be with him for a while. And he doesn’t have a mouth to protest the way you step on his surface, shoes full of dirt as you pull yourself up and lay your body down, but he doesn’t seem to mind, because you’re here with him now.
What Yoongi does have is memories, so many for a rock. He remembers the days it took for his rough edges to smooth, the water that slowly disappeared and left him all alone. Surrounded by fish and then surrounded by nothing.
He remembers the sunlight that filled the water’s absence, the heat he felt for the first time and the trees that grew around him. So many memories, he lived for days and days, not really living, but wearing away. The endlessness, the memories, alone he stayed. He didn’t mind, as a rock, the way time took parts of him away. He didn’t mind for days, until he met you.
When he first met you, you were young and free. Would tumble and play around him, all day in the breeze.
Never near him, always in the soft grassy plain or in the trees, of course you would choose to sit in the softness of the earth. It was not hard, like a rock, like Yoongi, would be.
Until one day you did choose Yoongi, climbing with your small limbs over the terrain until you reached the peak, atop the world, looking down at the sea of green, the same sights Yoongi would see.
You drew on him with chalk, a new look for the rock. He became so much more, a flower, a bee, a face, a home, a heart, your spot, it made him happy. When the rain showered down, and splattered away your heart, he went back to being a rock. But Yoongi was changed, more than he thought.
You came back and you played. And your laughter filled the wind’s silence, and your smile shone brighter than the sun, in Yoongi’s opinion, who lived much longer than you, and knew the sun’s rays much better than you.
Then when you grew a bit older, you found solace at the peak of your world, where Yoongi stayed grounded and reliable, and all yours.
At day time you’d let the sun warm your body, giving Yoongi some shade. And at night time you’d watch the stars, and tell Yoongi about your day. It was a routine, like most of Yoongi's rock life, but became something Yoongi began to look forward to, as a rock with nowhere to go. It was a routine Yoongi didn’t want to let go.
When school started, you talked about your school days, your loneliness, your bullies, and Yoongi longed to grow limbs and follow you back to teach those bullies a lesson, but Yoongi was a rock, and that just wasn’t going to happen.
You worked on your homework, pages and books splayed over and shifting in the wind, groaning over problems, sketching hearts into Yoongi instead, until dinner came and you left Yoongi again.
And Yoongi waited. Because well, as a rock, there was nothing else he could do but wait. And wait, he did. He waited for you.
He waited and watched and waited and heard, for any signs when you’d return.
And one day you brought a boy to your special place, laid down a blanket and talked to him instead of Yoongi. And that boy kissed you, and if Yoongi had a heart, it might have cracked, but his hearts were graphite and chalk, and already washed away, so Yoongi endured, listened to your laughter, happy you came back.
And one day you came running, stood high and screamed, and then cried and cried and cried, lying on your side, for you really had a heart, and in your first heartache all you wanted to do was be alone, on the top of the world, atop the place where it felt like home.
Yoongi felt your tears, it reminded him of the sea, and as you cried he thought, things are not lost forever, and one day you too will see.
And one day you came dancing, your dress blowing in the breeze, and sat again and told him about your life like the days when you were young and Yoongi thought, in all the years he lived as rock, and all the things he’d seen, you were by far the most beautiful creature in the world to him.
You were his rock. His connection to something more than wind and grass and trees, you were a piece of humanity that Yoongi yearned to see.
And one day, it was not you who came, but men in yellow hats and thick boots and metal in their hands. They came back again and again, with larger tools and metal machinery and more and more, and the grass and trees you loved so much were cut down and destroyed, but not Yoongi.
And when you finally came back to Yoongi, eyes filled with shock, you questioned and pleaded with the men to stop, but they had a job to do, and laughed at you, and Yoongi stayed, full of pain at your hurt, and wished he was a man too, so he could protect you.
When the men had gone, you snuck back in, and watched the stars, fearing it will be your last, and wished you were a rock, so you didn’t have to go back. And you told Yoongi about your life with tears in your eyes, and you told him how you missed this place, and wished for things to change. You wished you had come back sooner, protected this place instead.
You stayed all night, looking at the stars, you stayed until you fell asleep, and woke up to machinery and men telling you to leave. Yoongi heard the grinding gears and your cries telling them to stop, and he felt the ground beneath him shake, and everything lifting up.
He wished he could tell you not to cry, not to worry, that it will be alright. Yoongi lived as a rock for years and years, becoming less and less, until you came and made him whole and left him with no regret.
And when Yoongi cracked he thought of you, and when Yoongi broke he thought of you, and when he scattered and turned to sand what was left of him was you.
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“Hey sleepy head. You sleep like a rock.”
Yoongi woke up to your lazy kisses against his cheek. He shuddered awake, eyes adjusting to the sunlight filling your bedroom.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” his voice gruff from sleep, “I just had a strange dream.”
“Hmm okay.” You yawn and hold him closer. “What did you want to do today?”
Yoongi grunts, his fingers finding yours, interlacing them together. “A picnic?”
“Really?” Yoongi smiles at the excitement in your voice, pulling you closer, laying kisses on your forehead, breathing in deep.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”
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[Now go listen to the Audio Ver. by @voice-over-ff ]
Ever read The Giving Tree? I haven’t read it in so long but it’s a story that I still think about decades later, this is somewhat inspired by it. I am very proud of this silly story, so I am going to log off and try not to take it personally if this doesn’t get a lot of notes lol, but know if you do choose to show your love, it touches me deeply.
So I originally intended this to be a drabble for my story HOAL, you may or may not choose to view it as part of HOAL universe, set in a future we have not gotten to yet in the story lol. <3
WOAHHHHHH HOLY SHI-
I'm so excited and thankful AAAAAAA!!!! TYSMMM I'M LOSING MY MARBLES OVER THIS!!!!!
*SQUEEEEEEEEEE*
Okay but seriously thank you, you make such good art I'm so fricking excited over this