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osachiyo · 6 months

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ODD QUESTION FEEL FREE TO SAY NO BUT UR PFP IS SO CUTE CAN I HAVE THE PHOTO MAYBE?😻

sure, love !!

#chiyoh talks ☆#ᥫ᭡ msg! ᥫ᭡#▹ from ▹ fyodorisbbg #i got it on Pinterest btw!!

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valentine-cafe · 4 months

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⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ we've released our 209 board on pinterest! find it here!

#⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ muffin hour — pinterest ꒱#teratophillia #terato #terato x reader

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garoujo · 2 years

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Would you make a theme for me? I’ll give you credits

what kinda theme are u thinking about ? :o

#ֹ ۪ ᥫ᭡ : [emmails]#ഒ : [nonnie]#like one of the pinterest ones or???

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forthelostones · 6 months

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𝚙𝚝.𝚝𝚠𝚘 ; 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 ─── ⋆

⟡⋆˙୨ᥫ᭡. 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞 - 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎!𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ᥫ᭡.୧⋆˙⟡

synopsis: abby was a woman whose presence was becoming deeply irresistible to you. in your final year of nursing school, you toil with the idea of pursuing her — ruin what you have or enjoy what’s in front of you?

warnings. 18+ (mdni); sub!abby (eventually), mini slowburn, suggestive language, jealousy, nora & mel & ellie ft, smoking/drinking, mentions of parental death, nickname: dummy, and modern au - pre-established relation.

an: hi everyone, waaaa thanks for all the follows! i appreciate you all sooo soo much. this is something i just thought of idk, maybe a series who knows! i am thinking abt putting this on ao3 too!

(no y/n)

wc: 4.3k

pt one.

Alarm. Dress. Meet Abby. Go. Today was a lecture day and although long, at least you got to sleep in a little this morning. The only thing is Abby is always locked in and there’s no way to get her out of that headspace. She doesn’t take unnecessary breaks or doodles, she is virtually a perfect student. But you sit beside her scrolling through your notes, unamused.

Abby’s head is downwards, with her braid falling over her shoulder, focused on the presentation. Her hand moves quickly as she writes all the details down, while you type mindlessly. You notice how her bulging veins dress her hand peak-a-booing out of her cardigan. The way she gripped her pen enhanced the greenish threads under her skin as she drew diagrams and large title cards. Why was everything about her attractive, you thought. Mel was sitting next to you with her laptop open, scrolling on Pinterest, mumbling. Her clique of girls speak in what they think is a hushed whisper, but it's just a poor attempt. You feel your lips forming to sh them.

“Hey.” Abby snaps, holding direct eye contact with Mel.

Mel looks over her screen with disgust, like she just wished death upon her. But that lasts only a minute before they start up again and Abby sighs, slamming her pen on the desk which causes your professor to turn and look in your direction.

“Ladies, let’s focus.” She said.

At the 30-minute break, Abby stormed out of the lecture hall and you followed behind like a lost puppy. She stood in the hallway with her hands above her head, inhaling and exhaling with her eyes closed, counting silently. She rolled her shoulders back and finally looked to find your eyes. Which calmed her for a moment — seeing you there.

“Y’know what pisses me off about that Mel?”

She said her name like a swear word.

You were taken aback at the anger bubbling inside of her. Her calm demeanor was all you knew, she avoided conflict, never raised her voice but seeing her like this pang in your heart unlike anything else.

“She only acts like that because she doesn’t have the mental capacity to comprehend what’s going on. Not everyone can just throw their life away, some of us actually have to work for what we want.”

Her eyes were wide, her fists curled, and her lips tight. You walk over to her and just wrap your arms around her. She was reluctant to reciprocate but eventually did — give into you, and fell into your arms. Her hands linger on your lower back, tugging you.

“They don't understand.” Her voice cracked.

You knew what this was about, it was about her dad. You saw how reluctant she was to go into detail about him last night. She just changed the subject. You didn’t know what illness he passed away from, if any, she wouldn’t go that far.

“Abby, I know. They don’t.” You reply pulling away sooner than you both would like.

She composed herself and peered at your welcoming eyes and she suddenly forgot where she stood. In the middle of a high-traffic hallway, filled with the rustling of scrubs. Her hands came up onto your shoulders and she nodded her head. “You’re right and I can’t fault them for that, can I?”

The rest of class was incredibly quiet.

As you both stood at the entryway of your apartments you felt like you wanted to spend more time with her. Just because. You slid your key into the lock and swatted the thoughts away. “Dummy?” She asked.

“There’s a party today, uh, some sorority thing. I don’t really know anyone else going—“

“Yes, yea absolutely.”

You smiled at her and then closed your door with excitement, maybe too much?

Abby wasn’t sure what came over her, after overhearing the other nursing students she thought it would be nice to go out, since it had been three years. That text from Nora was burning her phone, flames encased it so brightly that she didn’t go on her phone all day.

After pouring a glass of wine and stripping to get in the shower she stood in the mirror examining her body. Checking her back out, quads, and glutes… she didn’t know why but looking at herself was so invigorating. She pulled her phone out and snapped a photo, forearm covering her chest, gently flexing. Her eyes brightly admired her frame and debated sending it to Nora. She had never taken a nude photo before let alone sent it to someone. She shook her head reaching into the shower, turning the knob, and throwing that thought aside.

When she was showering all she could think about was your embrace earlier. It was unusual for her to be held — well have human contact at all. She wasn’t one for physical touch, but in that moment she yearned for more. She wet her hair and paused, rekindling the memory in her mind, how you smelled, your warmth, and how she felt — safe.

She didn’t want to admit it to you this morning but she stayed up last night after you left. She replayed the quick events as she rinsed her hair, visualizing sections of your face behind her eyelids.

As she was on her last full body rinse, there you stood on the other side of her apartment door knocking, slightly startling her.

“Wait!” She hollered from the bathroom.

Quickly wrapping herself in her white towel, wet feet trailing to the front door, she peeped out the hole to see you nervously awaiting her arrival. “Hi, oh shit. You were showering, right. Sorry. I just, I should’ve texted you, but if you wanted to get ready at mine you can.” You said casually.

Abby felt your eyes flick toward her collarbones, making her pull the towel taut.

“Yea perfect, leave the door open for me ‘kay?”

After closing the door Abby became self-conscious instantly. Her sopping hair clinging to her wet face made her feel strange, especially with your lingering eyes. Abby wasn’t the type to rush but she wanted to be closer to you as quickly as she could. She blew her hair dry, finished her wine, and got dressed in twenty minutes, already walking through your front door.

She had never actually ever seen your apartment in its full glory. It was cluttered by her standards, decorated by yours. “Hey Dummy, it’s me.”

You peered your head out of your bedroom and welcomed her to help you pick an outfit. You sighed at Abby fully dressed, all ready to go, and completely misunderstanding the concept of getting ready together.

“So, I was thinking of this combo.” You say, breaking her wandering eyes from your unpolished bedroom.

Abby looked at your dress, long sleeve, black number, comfortable and easy. She imagined you in it and it made her tense as her mind began to wonder.

“That’s pretty.” She replied eagerly.

You were in your silk robe that wasn’t very well at hiding what was underneath, she became flush and attempted to focus on the stitching on the dress or something. But when you bent over to reach for the next item you laid out on your bed she fought herself to look away. Your skin was freshly moisturized and the scent filled her nose so instinctively making her nostrils twitch with pleasure.

“I think so too, but I also have this. I used to wear this a lot, I don’t know. Should I try them on for you?”

You showed her a dark brown number with a swoop back, flowing out at the knee in a wing-like manner. She thought about how high up the hem of the bottom was and blinked her eyes vigorously, unsure if this was a dream or not. She said no words but just nodded her head.

“Okay, let me change, there’s tequila on top of the fridge.”

Abby pulled her hands into her carpenter-style jacket and retrieved the liquor. She took the bottle, no glasses, and waited for you at your dining table. Her forehead was misty with beads of sweat looking for an escape, she felt sheepish at how turned on she got from looking at your body. What the fuck is wrong with me, she thought.

You walk out in the black dress and look at her eyelids lifting at the fabric hugging your body. She brings her hand to her chin as you do a spin for her and then pose. Abby watches you walk towards her in what she swears is slow motion, and straightens her back as her eyes drift up and down your body. She looked completely hypnotized by you. You reach for the bottle, removing the cap in a swift motion and then bringing it to your lips. Abby latched onto each of your movements. In her comatose state, she made it a mission to let it be known at that moment that she was yours. Her thick eyelashes hung heavy as she watched you move your hand to her chin, lifting it and pouring a shot directly into her throat. As her lips came to a close you swiped her chin.

“I like this dress a lot.” She said, now having an excuse to peer down at your body.

“Me too,” you smiled. “Let me show you the brown one.”

She couldn’t refuse the pleasure of watching your ass switch as you went to change. She took another pour into her mouth and shook off the heat coming from her core and throat. You threw your arms up and spun again.

“I like both but the black one, it’s— it’s really pretty.”

“So, I’ll wear that one then.”

Abby felt a light bubble form in her stomach from your willingness to listen to her and do as you’re told. She watched your hips sway into your bedroom, just moments after she realized her jaw was set like a rock, wide open, admiring your ass.

Abby held all the doors open for you as you exited the apartment building, which rendered small thank you’s from under your breath. The sound of your boots clattering against the pavement filled both, you and Abby’s ears, prying at the silence in the air. She looked exceptionally clean tonight, most days you don’t see her outside of her uniform but today, you were really mesmerized by her. You questioned if it was the drinks you consumed or just her sweet scent enticing you.

Her black boxy tee was blanketed in a woody sage perfume, just nipping above the hem of her dark-washed denim that was slouching below her hips, exposing the skin around her navel.

“I haven’t been to a party in a while,” she sighed.

You smiled at hearing her voice within the stillness.

“Me too, I’m glad you invited me.” You reply. She peers over to you with a bewitching smirk that makes your cheeks hot.

“To be honest, I wouldn’t have wanted to go with anyone else.” She says matter-of-factly, not knowing how sweet her words sound. You think of a reply, but nothing seems good enough at the moment.

You both slip side glances at each other as the moon shimmered on your skin. You kept tucking your hands in your hair and adjusting accordingly. In this moment, you became conscious of how close you two were huddled together. Occasionally her knuckles would tickle yours and she’d hum a sorry, but you couldn’t help to indulge in the brief moments of her touch.

The house party was secluded, the bass of the shitty music vibrating the outside of the porch that was sprinkled with stoners and nicotine rats. Abby grabs your wrist to guide you up the steps sees your dress ride up your bottom and gently tugs it down, following behind you. Your mind buzzed with the image of her hand drifting further.

You pull open the jagged screen door and inhale the miles of smoke trailing outside. You look over your shoulder to see Abby retreat into her turtle shell and instantly become turned off. You reach for her hand and clasp it, to which she refuses and intertwines them, tying her clammy hand into yours. Your palm pushes wet bodies to find a corner worth standing in. The house was crumbling under the music and clabbering feet.

Abby saw you were struggling to plow your way through the crowd so she took the lead. Her eyes were like darts, locking in on the target. She used her elbow as a driving force, the pull of her weight had you tripping over your feet. You ended up at steps going towards the basement, florescent with colored lights. The vibe was mellow and not as many people were here. After hitting the last step, you feel the release of compression from Abby’s hand, and you casually cross your arms.

“You good?” She asks, hand softly grazing your hip as she leans in.

All you can muster is a nod.

The room was surprisingly cold, the old basement that had been decorated in FSL graffiti and memorabilia. In the corner was Mel and her friends from class who instantly spotted you and Abby like a sore thumb. Sitting on the couch were two women, legs laid on top of each other, sharing a dab pen. The brooding brunette peered over at you and you swore you could hear her voice by the look coming from her eyes. Abby taps your shoulder and gestures to all your classmates who are now loudly offering drink service. Mel lifts a bottle of flavorless vodka to Abby’s lips, pouring it into her mouth, while nursing her open jaw.

“Good job, Anderson.” She practically moans. You’re unsure if she’s being condescending or flirtatious, either way, you become uncomfortable.

Mel was in a mini skirt and a tube top, both white and pristine. Her hair was pinned back and tied in a low bun, embellished with a pink silk bow. Her makeup was simple but flagrant, enhancing her features so beautifully and highlighting her predator eyes on Abby.

Suddenly, after handing you both a shot, Mel’s perfectly polished fingernails were gripping Abby’s strong shoulder. Massaging it and laughing as if she hasn’t been an asshole to her for almost four years. Obliviously, Abby just continued to collect shots from Mel, being drawn into every string pouring out of her mouth. You follow shortly behind but are left out of the conversation, standing behind Abby, watching like the Secret Service. Mel’s hand slowly creeps down towards Abby’s back, under her jacket, and now making some joke about our professor, throwing her head back and forth, then setting it on her shoulder, rubbing her.

You glance over to the couch to see the cat-like woman sizing you up. She waves her pen in front of her face like a dangling carrot. You strut towards her and she pats the couch and you swear you see dust fly into the air. She brings the pen up to her lips and lets the smoke brush her bottom lip. Her hand comes to rest on your thigh and then blinks narrowly at you.

“Why haven’t I seen you before.” You whisper in her ear.

She waits to pull away, allowing the pattering of your breath to trill against her skin.

“Don’t know,” her hand slides upwards. “What’s your major?”

“Nursing.”

Her arm was colored with an interesting tattoo that you find yourself tracing. Her hand came up to the curve of your ass. “Smart girl, so if I get an injury say… here,” She brings her mouth to graze your neck, then places a soft kiss. “Then you’d help me out?”

Her lips flick against your ear lobe which makes you shift under yourself.

“I certainly can.”

In the midst of the ever-present tension, Abby walks over with her pinky wrapped around Mel’s, a smile, unapologetically flashing gums and teeth. “Coming to dance with us?” She asks.

“Yea we can come.” Your new companion replies.

Abby smiles stiffly at her, then dashes her eyes back at you, saying your name, and then lets go of her connection to Mel.

“Sure, be up in a minute. Get us some beers?” You smirked.

Even under the lights, you can see how flush Abby became. Mel dragged her off, their hands back in love. You look back at your partner, cup her chin, and follow shortly behind.

Abby stood in the corner with Mel waving her hips against the beats of the song. She held three bottles of beer by the neck in her large hands. You two caught each other’s eyes and for a moment you could see her grin. Once you join them in their designated area, your date retrieves the bottles from Abby and sips behind you, wrapping her hand on your waist.

“I love this dress?” Her voice vibrating against your damp skin.

Her hand kept running over the smoothest parts of your body, gripping, pinching, — drinking you in.

“What’s your name?”

“Ellie.”

Abby came over to you and asked if were you okay to which you replied with a nod. Ellie was pushing her pelvis against your ass, gyrating desperately. Her hands became sticky with desire, practically bending you over, forcing you to arch your back.

Mel pulled Abby into her sphere and tacked her arms around her neck, tossing her head wildly, and making Abby slide her free hand on her lower back. Mel’s eyes were glossy with a feminine ache, the same one you had. You stood confused watching it all play out and Abby went along with her. Something boiled inside you, lust or jealousy, you didn’t know. It distracted you so much you didn’t realize Ellie’s lips pressed on your nape.

You turn to her and she latched her lips onto your neck, tattooed hand cupping your ass, dipping you back as she fused with you. It felt so good to be wanted like this, you felt your eyelids flutter and you could've sworn you smelt Abby’s shampoo. You could feel Ellie’s hands widen, and you could see the shimmering blonde locks under the flashing lights, and the formation of Abby’s name on your bitten lips.

“What?” Ellie pulled away in a half-hearted laugh.

“Hm? Did I say something?” You yelled.

Ellie couldn’t stop peering at your mouth, then glancing upwards, then down again. As she closed her eyes and moved inward, a shove from behind you interrupted your connection. Ellie yells at them but all you see is Abby locking lips with Mel, her hands full of her ass and Mel’s knees buckling. You see how Abby casually slides her tongue inside her mouth, and Mel accepts it like it’s hers.

Ellie bucks up to the guy who pushes you. His beer split on his shirt, hair soaked in sweat, mouth sloppy, and hollering slurs at her. Abby looks over at the situation and notices you in the midst of it all and pulls you away.

Her lips were bright and wet as she looped her arm into yours and put you behind her. You bring your hands up to her shoulders and tug at her when you see Mel searching for Abby in the crowd. Abby’s steps stuttered as you led her out of the house. It was like being released from a chokehold as the fresh wind smacked your face. You guide her down the steps and she smiles, teeth on display and eyes wedged into her cheeks.

“Abs?”

“Hmm… fuck me. I’m drunk.”

Her voice was resonant, sexy.

She stumbles over to you and dangles her wrists off your waist, face-to-face. Although drunk, she had no issue flashing you a playful gaze. You analyze her soft face and stare at the tip of her nose, then her lips, and back to her eyes. You break out of your tipsy and notice how fidgety her hands are, causing your panties to dampen.

“You think you can handle me?”

“Wha— what do you mean?” You choke.

She reaches into her coat pocket and dangles her keys, which you take for safekeeping. Thoughtlessly, her hands return and cascade towards your ass, fingers brushing your dress fabric. You stay like this for a moment, relishing her touch.

“Let me get you home Anderson.”

She tried her best and pick her feet up off the ground and not wash her shoes against the concrete. You held her by her waist, looping through her outer arm, hoisting her up, which wasn’t an easy feat. The puffs of her breath filled the air in front of you and you couldn’t believe you were carrying her home.

You walk her through her apartment and lay her out on her bed, turning on her lights. She groans loudly, pressing her palm against her temples, “No, turn it off. Open the blinds.”

She sounded so sweet, totally different from her persona at the house party. So you comply, the moon was full in the sky, cascading over the room like the sun, illuminating her face. Abby sat up lazily and attempted to remove her shoe, but all she could do was giggle at her failure. You sat the the edge of the bed and unlaced them, placing them across the room. She manages to remove her jacket alone, but you insist on tucking your fingertips under her shirt and pulling it upwards. The static made her fly-aways stand up, which you naturally brushed downwards. She observed you as you then moved to unbutton her pants. The beats in your chest were obnoxious in your ears — you were sure Abby could hear it too. The only noise in the room was the huffing of her breathing, which was two touches away from becoming moans. Abby sat before you, legs spread, dangling off the edge in her nude bra and matching lace panties. Her dainty underwear in contrast to her toned body filled that cave in your belly. She brushed her hands through her hair, rolled her neck, and fell back on the bed.

You ran in the kitchen and filled a glass with water, leaving it at her bedside. She was now under her sheets, admiring you.

“I’ll come check on you in the morning.”

A heavy pause floated above your heads.

“Wanna just… s—?” / “I’m gonna go.”

You both speak simultaneously, you freeze, curious if you let her repeat herself, but you don’t.

“Okay.” She smiled weakly.

“If you need me just knock. ‘Night Abby.”

You peeled your dress off and tossed your shoes and underwear on your living room floor. Your naked body glistened with goosebumps, making your nipples harden. They became so sensitive, begging for touch, and suddenly you wished you didn’t leave Abby alone. You fall into your bed that was plush with warmth, ruffling the sheets under you. Your mind painted images of Abby’s hands slipping under your dress, pushing aside your panties, and sticking her fingers in your slick that she was responsible for.

Your hands trailed to your aching core, surprising you with how wet you stayed all night. You roll your arousal-covered clit languidly, imaging Abby. The picture of her partially nude body flashed clearly, making you sweat. Once you build up the courage to slip your fingers in you groan her name. Abby. Letting her name levitate in the air as the sloshing noise between your legs increases.

The Saturday sun broke through the curtains of your bedroom, revealing the state you left yourself in, nakedly aroused. A soft pattering was rhythmic at the door, which spooked you. Your back is now erect, and you don’t care to remember how or why you were this nude in bed, you just reach for the nearest t-shirt and cover your top half as you open the door. Abby was grinning, a smile as bright as the sun, holding two coffee mugs. She had ditched her matching attire for red and black plaid pajama pants, with an old college top that was worn from time. You undo the chain lock and let her in, kicking aside your dirtied clothes.

Even hungover, she still looked beautiful.

“Good morning.”

You were slightly upset that Abby woke you up this early on a weekend, especially looking this good. You run to the bathroom and see the caked makeup on your face and wash it fresh. You lead her to your room where you ruffled through your dresser for a clean pair of underwear. Abby shot her eyes to the ground as you lifted your shirt to slip them on. You accepted the coffee from her hands and sat on your bed, curdled in the corner.

“Thanks.” You squint.

“I woke up feeling like shit.”

“You had a night.”

Just for a moment you had forgotten the Mel fiasco, but quickly remembered.

“I did?”

“You and Mel…” You allude.

Her face falls into her palm, “Oh no,”

You force a giggle but you hated seeing it.

“Full tongue.”

“Fuck. I really — I don't really know why or how that happened.”

“She got you drunk, kept feeding you drinks… hands all over you.”

“But it’s Mel! It’s Mel, she hates me.”

“Hmmm.”

She stares.

“There you go with that again.”

“What?”

“The hmmm stuff.”

“You’re just hard to understand sometimes Abby.”

“Maybe I’m not meant to be understood.” She smirked, watching your face contort with agitation.

She leans against your headboard and just stares at you.

“Did I do anything else?” Her voice suddenly capricious.

You shook your head in reply as you sipped.

“I just didn’t know she liked girls.”

“Abby, she doesn’t.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose.

“Glad nothing further happened. Right?”

“Nope. I mean unless something happened just as I put you to bed.” Her eyes lit up at this news, something ignited in her, mostly gratified. You drink more and feel your body tensing up under her lens.

“Put me to bed?” Her fingers find her ridges in your sheets, the same way they did to your dress, and smooth them out. You shudder remembering her drunken touch. Her eyes glaze over with a sharp look, almost as if she remembered too.

#abby x reader #abby anderson smut #ellie williams smut #abby anderson x you #abby smut #abby anderson #sub!abby #sub abby #ellie smut #abby anderson imagine #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou

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mrsariariley · 1 month

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⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ You're so art deco.

-Lana Del Rey, Art Deco, Honeymoon.

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ᥫ᭡ hey ! im aria, im eighteen - from london ! i write for call of duty primarily !

-I write smut, fluff, and angst (MDNI)

-I will NOT write scat / vomit / piss kinks, thats weird

-i dont write gay relationships / male readers, im not a guy so that’d be odd?

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do not re-publish OR translate my work. banner creds: nann0xx on pinterest.

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h3yl4dies · 4 months

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NEW YEAR'S KISS!

Summary : new years kiss with Bokuto & Akaashi (seperated)

Warnings : none

Type : fluff

Pairings : Bokuto x F!reader & Akaashi x F!reader

Small message : happy new years to everyone and I hope 2024 will bless your year, please accept this writing as a special gift of the new years! ᥫ᭡

ᰔ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎!

It was your creative idea for you and bokuto to climb to the roof and watch the fireworks together, you found it romantic so you planned it out

It took you and bokuto a while to climb on top of the roof to watch the fireworks together silently. "woah y/n!! The fireworks are boom boom!! " your dumb boyfriend says as you let out a small giggle.

You both became silent again, showing big smiles on your face as both of your eyes we're attached to various of fireworks. Your eyes shined as bokuto slowly turned to you. "Y/n.." He quietly said as he had a small blush.

"Hm? " you quietly hummed as he scooped closer to you until both of your knees touched together. "I love you so much" he said as he layed his soft lips against yours.

Despite bokuto being loud and cheerful, his lips were always soft and sweet, making you kissing him back for more as both of you fell down. Laying on top of him after both of you spread your arms to hug.

"I love you so much." He said as he closed his eyes, he was imagining something. Something that fulfilled his heart the most. "When we grow up, I will marry you. Just wait okay? " Bokuto said as his arms tightened around your waist.

You left out another small giggle as you thought he was being goofy and romantic st the same time, bokuto was never like this. "𝙊𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙊𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙄 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩. "

ᰔ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈!

You and akaashi decided to go out to the balcony of both of your apartment and watch the fireworks Bloom. "It's so pretty, like you." Akaashi quietly murmured as you blushed.

You then shrugged off the flustering feeling until you felt a slight pull on your waist. "I want to spend 2024 with you. I really do. " akaashi quietly let out his wish as you stood there trying to listen until you felt him pull you chin and smash his lips on yours.

It felt so warm and soft. Making your head a bit fuzzy as you closed your eyes, relaxing and enjoying the moment of you and akaashi only. "I love you more than anyone else. " akaashi mumbled another sentence again.

"I love you too. " you slowly replied back as you kissed him again, fireworks were still blooming everywhere. Splashes and sparkles begin to light up the whole night. Just like how he 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 your whole heart.

You slowly layed your head on his chest as he gave you a soft kiss on the forehead, still standing on the balcony. Enjoying the fireworks as you both continued to hug tightly.

Message : I had difficulties finding a black divider/header everywhere EVEN in Pinterest 😭 anyways I hope you guys enjoy 2024 and LOVE YOU ALL!!!! ❤❤❤❤

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sincerelyrki · 30 days

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EIRES 18 (N)SFW

i don’t know who i am anymore, i lost myself in the process of loving you

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svt-soul · 9 days

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၊၊||၊⋆.˚✮ god of music : ✮˚.⋆၊၊||၊

BASIC INFO . . . ᥫ᭡

birth name — kang soo-kyung (강수경)

legal name — kang eun-soo (강은수)

english name — mason kang

nicknames . . . ᥫ᭡ — soo-hyung ( by seventeen ) swannie ( by seventeen ) soulie ( by seventeen ) nations ace ( by knetz )

birthdate . . . ᥫ᭡ — may 24, 1994

zodiac sign . . . ᥫ᭡ — gemini

birthplace . . . ᥫ᭡ — busan, south korea

hometown . . . ᥫ᭡ — houston, texas, USA

ethnicity . . . ᥫ᭡ — korean

nationality . . . ᥫ᭡ — korean-american

languages . . . ᥫ᭡ —

. korean : 100%

. english : 89%

. japanese : 32%

height . . . ᥫ᭡ — 182 cm (6’0)

blood type . . . ᥫ᭡ — A

hair color . . . ᥫ᭡ — dark brown (natural)

eye color . . . ᥫ᭡ — brown

claims . . . ᥫ᭡ —

. face : kai (exo), people on pinterest

. vocal : kai (exo)

. rap : o.de (xdinary heroes)

. dance : kai (exo)

gender . . . ᥫ᭡ — male

pronouns . . . ᥫ᭡ — he/him

sexual orientation . . . ᥫ᭡ — gay, polyamorous

relationship status . . . ᥫ᭡ — dating ( est. 2018 )

၊၊||၊⋆.˚✮ a-teen : ✮˚.⋆၊၊||၊

CAREER . . . ᥫ᭡

stage name — soul

hangul — 소울

company . . . ᥫ᭡ — pledis ent. (2010 - present)

training period . . . ᥫ᭡ — 5 years (2010 - 2015)

debut age . . . ᥫ᭡ — 21 (int.) 22 (kor.)

group . . . ᥫ᭡ — seventeen

subunits . . . ᥫ᭡ — performance team, svt leaders

posistion . . . ᥫ᭡ — co-leader, main dancer, lead vocalist

representative emoji . . . ᥫ᭡ — 🦢

fandom name . . . ᥫ᭡ — lovers

ranking . . . ᥫ᭡ —

. vocal : 8/10

. rap : 4.5/10

. dance : 10/10

. stage presence : 9.5/10

. acting : 6/10

. producing : 8.9/10

. songwriting : 10/10

. leadership : 9/10

. public speaking : 8.5/10

၊၊||၊⋆.˚✮ light a flame : ✮˚.⋆၊၊||၊

PERSONAL . . . ᥫ᭡

MBTI type — consul ( ESFJ )

description — a consul is someone with the extroverted, observant, feeling, and judging traits. consul’s are attentive and people-focused, and they enjoy taking part in their social community. their achievements are guided by decisive values, and they willingly offer guidance to others.

strengths . . . ᥫ᭡ —

. outgoing, confident, creative, helpful, loyal, social, funny

weakness . . . ᥫ᭡ —

. stubborn, self-centered, indecisive

family . . . ᥫ᭡ —

- KANG DO-WON ( father )

. birthdate : september 9, 1968

. age : 55 years old

. ethnicity : korean

. occupation : english teacher

. status : alive

- CHAE YU-JIN ( mother )

. birthdate : december 13, 1970

. age : 53 years old

. ethnicity : korean

. occupation : english teacher

. status : alive

- KANG SOO-YOUNG ( twin sister )

. birthdate : may 24, 1994

. age : 29 years old

. ethnicity : korean

. occupation : solo singer

. status : alive

- KANG MI-SUN ( youngest sister )

. birthdate : april 15, 1998

. age : 26 years old

. ethnicity : korean

. occupation : ballet student

. status : alive

၊၊||၊⋆.˚✮ f*ck my life : ✮˚.⋆၊၊||၊

TRIVIA . . . ᥫ᭡

habits — rests his head on people’s shoulders, spaces out, chews on pens

phobias —

. claustrophobia (fear of tight spaces)

INTERESTS . . . ᥫ᭡ —

. likes : movies, photography, music, dancing, swimming, drawing, rain

. dislikes : darkness, negativity, hospitals, boredom

. favorite movie : the nightmare before christmas

. favorite artists : bruno mars, bibi, leehi, kara, 2pm

FACTS . . . ᥫ᭡ —

. he was originally supposed to be the leader of the group, but predebut he recommended seungcheol to their ceo to become the leader of the group instead

. he was made the co-leader by the company in 2016 after being praised for his leadership skills

. despite his representative emoji being a swan, he feels like doves are his lucky animal

. he currently lives with jihoon

. soul started his own talk show titled ‘page 1’ in 2022 and someday he hopes to invite a lot of idols on it

. he was born in korea, but his family moved to texas for work. fans noticed that he has a slight southern accent when he speaks english

. he’s in a poly relationship with jihoon and seungcheol, and theyve been dating since 2018

. soul always has viral fancams because of his elegant stage presence

. he’s one of the group’s main producers alongside jihoon and he’s produced almost all of their music

. soul adopted a dog in 2022 named ‘misa’

layout inspired by @svt-rosalie ☆

#svt.soul [profile]#14th member of seventeen #kpop oc #seventeen 14th member #fictional idol community #fake idol oc #kpop male addition #kpop added member #kpop addition #seventeen added member

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bunny-milkshake · 1 year

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🌸 Name Templates!

01. 🧠˖˙ ⌯ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ก﹅

02. ᥫ᭡ 💭˖ ࣪ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 🎀 𖥔

03. ᘏ⑅ᘏ 🐰 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𖫓

04. ✹ ˖ 🍓 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 𓂃ꢮ

05. 𖦹 🐭 ֹ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 🎀 𓄳

06. ⭑ ࣪ 🌷̸ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ▨

07. ◖🥛ׁ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ˖ׁ ꐑꐑ

08. ꉂ 🎀 ⭑ 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 ✉️𓂅

09. 𓄳 🧺 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 🎀 𓂃𖦹

10. ⋆ ⬔ 🐄 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾 🥛˖ׁ 𓊌

Got these from Pinterest. <3 Like/Reblog if using!

#aesthetic #symbols #aesthetic symbols #templates #aesthetic templates #name templates #aesthetic names #aesthetic account #cute symbols #pink

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cleostoohot · 2 years

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So as y’all know I did the 3 days or less challenge along with my ROE technique. Well the 3 days are over and here are my results <3 (I’m feeling pink today)

ᥫ᭡ | MY CRUSH TO TALK TO ME MORE (less than 24h)

Little back story: We were always partners in Spanish class because of our seating chart. He was literally the finest boy I seen in a long time whew😮‍💨. Chocolate skin, tall, he wasn’t the best in basketball but his sexc lips made up for that. We had each others number incase we wanted to exchange work but never texted on some friends shit until Friday. He randomly just hmu saying “yo” & tried to act like he didn’t know who number he was hitting but nahhh boy you know what you doing lolllll. We ended up just joking and reminiscing about school moments & I told him I’m taking culinary class again next year and he said he want me to cook for him 🌚 it never gave personal chef but I damn sure said I would lmfao

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything SP always finds a way to talk to me”

“Regardless of everything SP is always communicating with me”

“Regardless of everything SP loves talking to me”

ᥫ᭡ | RESEMBLING MY DESIRED FACE (more everyday)

I’m not going to say who my desired face is since I’m basically gonna end up looking like her completely (but 10x better). But since I wanted to resemble her like 50%, I had an idea of how that was going to look and I look exactly like that now. She has doe eyes and my eyes got rounder, her chin is kinda sorta boxy and mines got more squared, my lips got got bigger and wider and my nose is more pointy. I also love the way her mouth moves when she talks and my mouth has been moving the same. Plus when I talk mostly my bottom teeth would show but now you can see more of my top teeth like hers. I’ve only been around family since school been out and none of them knows who my df is (she’s only has over 100k on TikTok) so I’m guessing that’s why nobody said I look like her but my sister definitely said every morning I look different.

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything I be looking like DF”

“Regardless of everything me and DF look alike”

ᥫ᭡ | MY DAD GIVING ME MONEY OUT OF THE BLUE (2 days)

I’m going to visit New York and New Jersey in 2 weeks and what I look like spending my own money? My mom asked my dad to give me money for clothes, food, and just spending money but for some reason he acted like he didn’t want to. But, he ended up sending my mom 500 DOLLARS for me and said he might give me more when the trip comes closer. As you should mf. The hell.

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything my dad always gives me money”

“Regardless of everything I always receive money out of the blue”

ᥫ᭡ | RED VELVET CHEESECAKE (2 days)

Me and my sister was walking to Starbucks (and btw it was my first time having a drink from there! i got this drink i seen on Pinterest shit was so good i damn near chewed the cup). Anyways, otw there it was literally somebody selling cake pops. He has so many flavors but guess which one in particular he had… red motha fuckin velvet cheesecake!! My sister thought it was sus that some random man was selling cake pops so she wasn’t gonna get it at first but I KNEW it was my manifestation and that it was safe so I insisted. He actually gave us each one free (pretty privilege maybe 😗) but it was 100000/10 so we bought 4 more each lmfaooo.

funny side note: those cake pops been on my mind since i had them so i tried to make my own today and they’re not doing so good lmfao. but hopefully the last step will bring it all together idk🌚

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything I always get red velvet cheesecake”

“Regardless of everything I have red velvet cheesecake right now”

ᥫ᭡ | LOSING 5LBS (3 days)

There’s no story behind this one. I just lost weight lol. I mostly affirmed when I was eating. Before I was 133.?lbs and now I’m 126.2lbs. I didn’t check my weight until the 3rd day so idk which day it manifested exactly but that doesn’t matter fr.

My main affirmations:

“Regardless of everything I always lose weight”

“Regardless of everything I lost 5lbs”

“Regardless of everything food doesn’t make me gain weight”

#law of assumption #manifesation #manifesting #neville goddard #success story

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rewritingrosie · 5 months

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ᥫ᭡ roleplay partner search !

hello, hello! I’m Rosie, and I’m calling for all those actively seeking new roleplay partners! I’m aiming to pick up a couple new writing partners, as I am 20, all applicants are preferably 18+ at minimum! check and see whether we’d be a match! ‹𝟹

about me !

Hello, hello! I just turned 20 this year in october! I’m a front desk receptionist in the hospitality industry currently, though I’m intending to go to school for psychology in the next year!

I’ve been role-playing / co-writing for about 4-5 years, DnD for about 2 years, and it's a beloved past-time of mine! If I’m not writing or working, I’m spending time with my boyfriend or cats, or playing a game! Eventually, my big dream is to publish a book, even if it's with a writing partner — but really I just enjoy creating!

ཐི WRITING PARTNER QUALIFICATIONS:

AGE RANGE, OTHER:

18-27! I’m not comfortable with writing with minors or men, regardless of whether the content is NSFW. I prefer to write with women or nonbinary individuals over men for the sake of comfort!

PAIRINGS:

I enjoy writing FxM, with me playing the female, unless we double! In that case, I’ll make your sweet dream of a character any day! :)

DURATION:

Longterm partners preferred, not into one-shots! We put a lot of our energy into our stories, and I don't like to see that go to waste! When one story ends, I love to see another begin!

ACTIVITY & OOC CHATTER:

fairly active! As we all have lives, provided you let me know if something pops up, I don't mind at all if you can only do 1-2 responses per day! That being said, I am VERY OOC-chatter friendly! I love brainstorming head-cannons, making playlists, pinterest boards (as a pinterest fiend), send tiktoks, and oc info sheets! I also want to just be friends with my writing partners!! It makes the writing come easier, and we spent a lot of time together! :)

PLOTTERS, NOT PANTSERS:

I prefer to be able to world-build to some degree with my partners, even if it's in a modern setting! I want to have someone as invested as I am! Of course, it's perfectly okay if the energy pulls us in an opposite direction later when we get to know our characters better, but the effort is what's important!

WRITING DETAILS:

I typically write in 3rd person, and can comfortably write 3-5 paragraphs per response, while I can scale up if I’m excited! While I can write more, I do tend to have slower responses the longer they are, and can get overwhelmed once we head into the Novella area! :) But I’ll always communicate that! Genre-wise, I thrive in high, dark, or urban fantasy, but I also enjoy historical or modern settings as well!! I LOVE writing romance, and fluff, so don't be scared if high intensity rp’s aren't your thing — I’m a big softie!

N/SFW: I am N/SFW friendly, but this is not mandatory by any means for any of my partners! I prefer tasteful spice — 20/80 to 30/70, and by that, I mean I want the chemistry to be there, and I want our focus to be on connection and plot-building! :)

FANDOM / ORIGINAL:

I prefer writing originals over fandom-based stories! That doesn’t mean we can't taken inspiration though!

SOME TROPES / PAIRINGS I ENJOY /DYNAMICS:

enemies-to-lovers, rivals, forbidden love (not to be mistaken with taboo!), secret identity, soulmates or ‘bonded’ souls (soulmate tattoos), opposites, protection tropes, academic rivals, deity with a mortal, artist with muse, assassins sent to kill each other, fake dating, forced proximity, royalty ANYTHING, dating shows, masked character, fallen angels, detectives x criminal, and a LOT more!

* the roleplay itself will take place on discord! I like making personalized servers for us! If interested, feel free to dm! can’t wait to chat!!!

#roleplay #roleplay partner search #roleplay partner wanted #roleplay partner ad #literate roleplay #18+ only #1x1 rp #discord 1x1 #fantasy #romance #fxm #1x1 rp search #lit rp #advanced literate rp #writing partner

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glitterypinkconverse · 10 months

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𖠗 🌷 ་ ຸ welcome to ani’s blog !

she!her, minor, july cancer, indian 𓈒 ࣪ ִ ♡॒ frank ocean luvr, brent faiyaz obsessed, sza & summer walker, carti enthusiast, miles morales’ (real) gf ᘇᘓᗢ DNI IF 18+

꒦‧₊ ꒷ my requests are OPEN! i will not be writing smut or anything of that kind, as the people i write for are minors. atm, i am writing for spiderman: across the spiderverse!

⌗ 𓂃 NAVIGATION 𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅

╰╮ ↝ masterlist 🩰

╰╮ ↝ my pinterest 🎀

╰╮ ↝ my spotify 🎧

ᥫ᭡ latest fics ᪤ my desi girl, pinky perfect

#𖠗 ani’s navi ་ ຸ

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garoujo · 2 years

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your aesthetic and layout are all so stunning!! how do you do it!!! any advice for getting your account to look good? don't have to answer but tysm <33

omg omg fank u nonnie,, this is the nicest compliment ever eeeee ٩꒰｡•◡•｡꒱۶ i literally live & breathe pinterest like seriously — it’s where i get like 80% of the stuff i use in my themes!!! i rly rly recommend for super pretty themes (for this one i legit just cropped screenshots from my ig acc for the ig parts tho lmao) <33

#ֹ ۪ ᥫ᭡ : [emmails]#ഒ : [nonnie]#i hope ur having a great day / night my love!!!#i’d so give pinterest a look tho #fank u again for the lovely compliments!!! i’m grinning so bad i adore u <3333

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