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❥ Legolas x reader ❥ Genre: Angst/fluff ❥ Word count: 2536 ❥ Author's note: For all of you who struggle ♡( ◡‿◡ ) "We all have our inner demons." ♫ MAIN THEME ♫ Warm rays of the afternoon sun were falling in through the high windows under the ceiling, illuminating the cramped room. The place seemed more like a workshop instead of somebody's house, as not only it was full of equipment but also gave an impression of being unkept for quite some time. Particles of dust lazily danced in the dim lighting, slowly falling on the wooden floor, which was entirely covered by sheets of pap

❥ Kuroo Tetsurou x reader ❥ Genre: Comedy/fluff ❥ Word count: 1471 ❥ Part of the MONTHLY THEME ❥ WARNING: The beginning can (probably) be disturbing for some, so you can ignore the first three paragtaphs ❥ Requested by: Mara-Bella (https://www.deviantart.com/mara-bella) A sudden jolt of pain, million pairs of hands, bend in an abnormal manner, extended towards you and yet not even one was close enough to brush against your skin. Many voices cried and begged, screamed for help. And there was that awful smell of something burning. In the next moment, you were in the woods, running along the lone road, trees overshadowing your figure. Th

❥ Kageyama Tobio x reader ❥ Genre: bittersweet fluff ❥ Word count: 1538 ❥ Part of the MONTHLY THEME ❥ Requested by: Riice-san (https://www.deviantart.com/riice-san) I still remember when we first met... ♫ MAIN THEME ♫ The light wind fell inside the quiet building, wide-open windows giving an access for soft petals to rest on a bright-colored flooring. Only a whisper of amorous birds could be heard, in an otherwise tranquil place, which seemed to be left empty. But the soothing image wasn't eternal, as soon the sound of heavy breathing joined the joyful warble, bringing the noise of rhythmic steps behind. No one really noticed th

❥ Oikawa Tooru x reader ❥ Genre: cliché fluff with dramatic ending ❥ Word count: 2315 ❥ Part of the MONTHLY THEME ❥ Requested by: Mellize (https://www.deviantart.com/mellize) "Sometimes we have a sharp tongue when bottled feelings drown us inside." ♫ MAIN THEME ♫ Click. Click. Click. It was close. And there was still time. Only a second or two more, and you will be done. An unsuccessful shot at calming your breath. There was no reason to hurry, no one cared, no one even looked. For them, it was nothing, a waste of time, but for you- it was everything. You moved towards the edge of your seat, with brows furrowed in conce

❥ Tadashi Yamaguchi x reader ❥ Genre: fluff, comedy ❥ Word count: 2484 ❥ Part of the MONTHLY THEME ❥ Requested by: Chanson-de-sirene (https://www.deviantart.com/chanson-de-sirene) ♫ MAIN THEME ♫ Slow, steady breaths. In and out, in and... His hands were itching so he put them in his pockets. And a second later took them out. The internet told him that his heartbeat would slow down in a moment, but it only seemed to go faster. His face was becoming redder with each second he spent narrating the possible outcomes of the many conversations he had already prepared in his mind. He wanted to moisten his lips, but with the drought in his mouth

♡ Kuroo Tetsuoru x reader ♡ Genre: Fluff (if you ignore the fact it's not) ♡ Word count: 1359 ♡ Warnings: none ♡ Based on: “Quick catch that cat it stole my wallet!” ♫ Main Theme ♫ A life full of good days, the bad ones, and ones that could not be counted as any of them. Some believed that each second, every stumble, all the tears that fell, each smile that reached the eye- everything counted and everything taught something. In the ideal world you would believe in that philosophy, but when you faced the reality- you could only complain why 'it always had to be you'. That's why you could

❥ Thranduil x reader ❥ Modern AU ❥ Genre: Romance, drama ❥ Warning: implied sex themes ❥Word count: 2462 heartworm n. a relationship or friendship that you can’t get out of your head, which you thought had faded long ago but is still somehow alive and unfinished, like an abandoned campsite whose smouldering embers still have the power to start a forest fire. "There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness. " ♫ Main theme ♫ Rich. If someone was asked to describe the party in one word, there was a great chance they would use exactly that one. And it

Kuroo wasn't angry. This word didn't even appear in his personal dictionary. Indeed, sometimes he felt that strange tingle in his chest but there wasn't a thing he couldn't get through or achieve with a smart comeback. And why should he be angry when his beloved was smiling so sweetly? The happiness of his loved one should be, and of course, was his happiness. Kuroo also wasn't jealous. Why would he? There wasn't a person on this Earth that could compete with him for your heart. He was perfect, he was everything a woman would want in a man. And you, you also were a walking perfection. The perfect couple, as some, mostly Kuroo, named you. And

Happens sometime before Hobbit. because I wanted to use the mean/younger version of Legolas “Somewhere between love and hate lies confusion, misunderstanding and desperate hope.” The air was humid, filled with smoke and a heavy odour of the alcohol. Music was played loud, drunken songs were filling the silence while tipsy patrons were dancing 'round the centre of the room. The more shady characters were occupying the darkest corners of the room and tried to stay unnoticed by the others. For some, it was easier said than done, especially when it came with being the only elf in the room. Tavern ladies couldn't take their dreamy e

 aimonomia n. fear that learning the name of something—a bird, a constellation, an attractive stranger—will somehow ruin it, transforming a lucky discovery into a conceptual husk pinned in a glass case, which leaves one less mystery to flutter around your head, trying to get in. The soft hum of people's conversation in the background, an endless amount of time on your hands, the realisation that there was nothing to worry or care about, it was a moment of pure bliss. A web of flattery, petty lies in the cover of promises, that's how they view it, nothing more than some joke, or a chance meeting; a cage, a cut from reality. "Ho