That Is So Sweet Of You @cityofidek

That is so sweet of you @cityofidek

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This is so adorable, I am giggling.

Dancing in the Rain

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Fem! Shadow Summoner! Reader

Summary: Before he was a general, before the fold, Aleksander was just a young man in love. A young man in love with you and your spontaneous, effervescent nature. Today you’ve decided to take him on a picnic, and when rain comes to ruin your day, you decide to just keep having fun anyway.

Warnings: None

A/N: I didn’t use any pronouns but reader is wearing a dress.

Edit: I just now realized that I used “Milaya” which is “sweet girl” in Ravkan. I’ve change the pairing thing now, i apologize lol.

“Y/n? I’m here!” Aleksander calls as he steps through the front door of your home. He hadn’t bothered knocking. You’ve known each other long enough now that he knows he’s welcome anytime.

“In the kitchen!” When he rounds the doorway, he finds you stood on your tiptoes reaching up towards the top shelf of your pantry. He chuckles at you and you shoot him a halfhearted glare.

“Are you going to help? Or are you just going to stand there and laugh?” You ask, trying to reach a little further for the blackberry jam. You feel him come to stand behind you, one hand set idly on your hip as he presses you between the counter and his body. He grabs the jar without issue and sets it down in front of you but doesn’t back away. Instead, the hand that’s on your hip slides across your stomach while the other does the same, holding you flush against him while he peppers kisses over your neck and shoulder.

“Missed you, milaya.” He mumbles, warmth blooming in your chest as you giggle bashfully.

“You saw me yesterday.”

“I know. It was excruciating being away from you for so long.” He turns you around by your hips and you barely have a chance to admire the coquettish smile on his face before his lips are on yours. His kisses are slow as he caresses your sides, one hand sliding up to cup your jaw while he savors the taste of you. Your fingers slip into his hair, brushing through thick, ebony strands before settling on either side of his neck. It’s getting a little long, just barely kissing his shoulders. You don’t linger on the thought for long, though, as soon enough, he pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“Hi.” You whisper and he beams at you, nudging your nose with his.

“Hi.” His volume matches yours as he pecks your lips once more before pulling back a bit to look at you properly, hands snaking around to clasp over your lower back to keep you pressed against him, “What have you got planned for us this afternoon?”

Your eyes light up with excitement, “Oh! I was thinking we could have a picnic at our spot.”

“Sounds like fun, though it looks as if it might rain today.”

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” You grin and he chuckles.

“I suppose not.” You take his wrists and attempt to escape his grasp but he just holds you tighter, peppering kisses over your cheek and the side of your neck.

“Sasha!” You giggle, trying and failing to scrunch your shoulder up to your ear to stop him from reaching your neck, “I have to finish packing up!”

He only laughs against your skin and you can feel the smile that accompanies it. When he’s had enough of his fun, he lets you go, lingering close while he helps you load all the food into a basket.

The trek out to the hill isn’t too long, but Aleksander still insists on carrying everything for you. It’s only the basket and blanket, but you still feel rather guilty.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

“I’m alright, love. Promise.” When you huff and pout at him, he laughs.

“At least let me take the blanket.”

“If it’ll stop you from worrying your pretty little head over it, fine.” He relents, slowing to a stop to let you take the item from him before continuing on your path.

When you reach your spot, he sets the basket down and helps you lay the blanket out underneath the lone tree that sits atop the hill before spreading out the food.

“Are they good?” You ask tentatively as he takes a bite out of one of the jam tarts you had made from scratch.

His eyes close and he hums as he chews, licking a stray bit of jam off his thumb once he’s swallowed, “Delicious.”

You beam at him.

By the time you’re finished, the clouds have covered the sun and are looking a rather ominous shade of grey. The first few raindrops fall as you’re packing up your things.

“I think you may have been right about the rain.” You state, holding your palm out from under the cover of the leaves and up to the sky to watch a few drops wet your skin.

“A little rain never hurt anyone.” He repeats your statement from earlier with a smile and you narrow your eyes at him through a bright grin.

“Excuse you, that’s my line!” He laughs as he folds the blanket and sets it on top of the basket, gasping when you suddenly take his wrists and pull him out into the now steadily pouring rain.

“What are you doing?” He laughs as you let go and twirl, skirts flaring wide as you giggle along with him.

“Dance with me!” You shout, holding your hands out to him. He takes them, twirling you again and stepping back, keeping his hold on your hand so he can pull you back to him when you drift too far. You break away from him briefly and throw your arms out on either side of you, welcoming the rain and letting it soak you through. And then you’re spinning again, wisps of shadow swirling around your form. They swish in tandem with your skirts and flow from your hands as you raise them from your hips to the sky. It’s like they’re dancing along with you, and you’re laughing and giggling and in that moment he wonders if you know how utterly enchanted he is by you. How much he’d give just to keep you like this, happy and laughing and safe.

There’s this sudden overwhelming urge to touch you, hold you, and he comes closer to hook an arm around your waist and pull your body towards him until it’s flush against his. He chuckles at the sudden shriek of laughter that escapes you before pressing his lips to yours. They’re cold and taste of rainwater and tarts. You’re smiling so wide you can barely kiss him back, but still you hold his face between your hands because you’ll be damned before you ever refuse to kiss him.

“Stop smiling.” He says it knowing damn well he’s a hypocrite. He’s smiling just as wide.

“I can’t!” You giggle, resting your forehead against his and breathing in deep until your fit of laughter has finally passed. Bumping the side of his nose with yours, you brush your thumbs over his now frigid skin, “We’re soaked.”

“Are we? I hadn’t noticed.” He laughs when you swat at his chest.

You mutter a very much half hearted insult as you slip your hands down his front to lace them around his back, pulling your face away only to bury your freezing nose against the warmth of his chest. You feel him kiss your temple and squeeze you, hands smoothing over your back.

“Love you, Sasha.” Your voice is sweet and dulcet and saints, he swears that as long as you said it like that, he’d extinguish the sun if you asked.

“I love you too, Milaya.” It’s mumbled against your hair and punctuated by an affectionate squeeze of your waist. He doesn’t know what he did to deserve this — to deserve you — but he swears that he’ll protect this moment and all the rest with his life. Come what may, he’ll be by your side, ready and waiting for whatever life has to throw at you next.

For now, he allows himself to relax; to hold you while the rain patters against the grass around you; to let you love him, just as he loves you.

No truer words have been spoken before. 👏

things about Kai Parker that no-one talks about

↠ He spends twenty years in isolation, and is then blamed for being crazy.

↠ He is outcast, isolated and frankly, treated like shit his entire life for being a siphoner and then blamed for snapping.

↠ He has no idea how anything works, he missed 20 years of modern day technology development and political change.

↠ He was sent to the Prison World at age 22. I don’t care what anyone says, he was practically still a child.

↠ He was clearly abused both mentally and (judging by his fathers attitude) most likely physically abused for the way he was born, as if siphoning was his fault.

↠ He was raised with the knowledge that he was born to die for Jo, because he wasn’t as strong as her.

↠ He probably had a pet that he never got to say goodbye to.

↠ Any friends/associates he had would have aged and left him behind.

↠ He was raised in a family that hated him.

↠ He was always in his sister’s shadow for a nature he couldn’t change.

↠ I don’t care what anyone says, he clearly states that he had a ‘soft spot’ for one of his sisters, indicating he had feelings.

↠ He always had fucking feelings, and he was treated like they didn’t matter.

↠ Nobody would listen to him or help him.

↠ Nobody helps him adjust to modern life.

↠ He blatantly tried to help Bonnie, even if for selfish & confused reasons, by trying to kill Damon. He could’ve just siphoned her magic, slit her throat for the Bennett blood and left them both, he didn’t.

↠ He didn’t ever want to leave them there in the first place, because he knew how bad it was.

↠ He completed a fucking crossword and left a treasure trial. Low-key adorable.

↠ He was condemned for who he was after being born to die and refusing that fate.

↠ He was always made to feel like a burden of the family.

↠ Despite having a ‘soft spot’ for his sister, clearly showing he had emotions, he was always going to be the ‘bad child’.

↠ He was named ‘Malachai’ and acknowledged that everyone thought he was evil. Imagine being raised as ‘the evil child’ and then having to suffer for what they made you.

↠ He tried so fucking hard so apologise to everyone, and get what he wanted without hurting anyone. ALL HE WANTED WAS FORGIVENESS.

↠ Nobody made being good worth his while, so why should he be?

↠ I know he did bad stuff, I’m not saying the fact that he stabbed Jo and whatnot is okay, but you can clearly see that the person he is, isn’t who he wants to be.

If you ever have the nerve to tell me that Kai Parker is anything but a victim we cannot be friends. 

He was a child, condemned to a life sentence of pain and suffering for crimes that were not his fault.

I don't know waht to say. All I can think of is that this made me feel so single.

Lots of love ❤

the habits of a broken heart.

☾ genre : soulmates au, unrequited love, art student!JK, english student!Y/N, angst, fluff, subtle enemies to lovers

☾ pairing : jeon jungkook x reader

☾ summary : jungkook and you are soulmates. so says the matching crescent moons on both your wrists. however, things are never as easy as they seem, and you are quick to learn that falling in love with someone who does not believe in love is a one-way ticket to heartbreak. 

alternatively,

“You still are, you know. Worth it.” You release a shaky breath. “But I was stupid to think that I am too.”

☾ word count: 26.3k (my biggest one yet!)

☾ author’s note: this took forever oh my gosh! i really hope you like it! it’s my first time writing such a big single piece, and trying a different style. thank you so much for your support, always! please let me know what you think ♡

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This is so cute. There are very few Hobi fics and this is one of my most favorite.

Always

Hobi x Reader (COMPLETED)

Five years after Kim Taehyung broke her heart and left her for her ex best friend, Park Jimin, y/n gets roped back into their messy lives when they ask her to be in the wedding. The temptation to sabotage the impending nuptials and win Tae back is too hard to resist. Will the others go along with these shenanigans? Will y/n hurt herself all over again? And what if Hobi has a confession to make that might just change everything? (LOOSELY based on the movie My Best Friend’s Wedding.)

Updates every other day.

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Another Masterpiece by @marvelmusing

This is an artwork and deserves a lot more attention. In love with all your works.

Lots of love ❤

In Another Life

Masterlist

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova x Alternate Universe!Reader

Summary: When the making at the heart of the world steals you from your own universe and drops you into the fictional country of Ravka you’re thoroughly bewildered. But this is an opportunity for you to right every wrong - and hopefully save one life in particular.

Word Count: 60.5K - COMPLETED

My Masterlist • Series Playlist

Part One

One moment you’re going about your usual day, the next you’re in Ravka - the fictional country in a fictional universe. When you realise that the story you know by heart hasn’t even begun, there’s only one person you can think of going to.

Part Two

After a restless night of sleep, you wake with too many thoughts in your mind. The contents of the General’s war table provide an ample distraction, and soon the man himself joins you.

Part Three

You and Aleksander journey to Kribirsk, where everything starts to become real for you, as your plan is finally set in motion.

Part Four

Accompanied by your new recruits, you and Aleksander return to the Little Palace, and soon settle into a comfortable routine. But nothing ever stays the same for long.

Part Five

Alina is presented to the king as the sun summoner, and from that point onwards you and Aleksander become increasing busy - and apart.

Part Six

An unexpected visitor arrives with some good news, and Aleksander makes a earth-shattering discovery.

Bonus Scene

As your first interaction with Baghra occurs, a wounded Aleksander returns from a mission, and you have no chance to ponder over her opinion of you.

Part Seven

The search for the stag takes your group north into Fjerda, but it’s after you return to Os Alta that a surprising event occurs.

Part Eight

The Winter Fete goes smoothly, a perfect evening followed by a foiled assassination. A few days later, you and Aleksander journey into the Fold.

Part Nine

After a dramatic arrival into West Ravka, your group travels to Os Kervo, and you recruit a pirate privateer to join you in the search for the sea whip.

Part Ten

The hunt for the sea whip has begun, but a number of obstacles stand in your way, demanding more from you than you ever thought possible.

Part Eleven

Your near death experience has taken a toll on you, which forces Aleksander to come to a realisation.

Part Twelve

A successful return to Ravka prompts you to share warnings of the future with Aleksander, and a new (but not unfamiliar) character invites himself into your schemes.

Part Thirteen

Slowly the pieces of your plan for the Fold come into place, but thoughts and fears of the future continue to haunt you.

Part Fourteen

Ravka’s seat of power changes, and Aleksander makes a discovery that sends you both north in search of his sister.

Part Fifteen

As Alina is about to bring down the Fold, Aleksander suggests a theory that lifts your hopes.

Part Sixteen

Together, you and Aleksander journey to the monastery of Sankt Feliks. To mend the tear at the making, a sacrifice from one of you is required.

Part Seventeen

With the remains of the Fold vanquished, the people celebrate. Together, you and Aleksander work to establish peace in Ravka and a safe haven for your Grisha.