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mangledscrimp · 3 months

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HIIIII THIS TOOK ME A BIT HAHAHA

_(┐「ε:)_💖_(:3 」∠)_

(I started on valentine’s day…it’s march 1st…)

a bit of backstory to this is that; since Randall doesn’t have a job, she stole red velvet truffles from different boxes and filled one heart box with em to give to Hershel!

Hershel is just playing the gift giving over and over in her mind, thinking of how beautiful her wife is and how generous she was to get all of Hershel’s favorite chocolate truffles

Some closeups BECAUSE I’M ACTUALLY REALLY PROUD OF THS PIECE

as always, feel free to send me any asks Relating to my Au!! (Professor Layton Diabolical Yuri Au) I will happily answer!! :3

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all444miles · 8 months

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— VAMP LOVE

— paring: e42!miles x fem!reader

— genre: fluff

— summary: halloween was just across the block, so why not start early and practice makeup on your boyfriend?

— a/n: YO WE SO CLOSE TO 1K AHH?? ilyasm ty !! also can we just imagine miles 42 w vamp makeup n blond braids/barrel braids for a sec.. 🤭🤭 this is kinda short bc im so sleepy but mostly this drabble is a bday gift to my pookie bestie aizie, so as long as she enjoys it idc + i hope you enjoy this when ya read it ! mwah, enjoyyy (*≧▽≦)

“MILES, QUIT MOVIN’, YOU’LL MESS UP THE FACE PAINT.”

it was the first day of october, and halloween wasn’t too far away, by your standards. And of course, a carti lover like yourself, decided to have a vamp theme. It just so happened that Miles suited that theme perfectly.

And that’s why you were on your boyfriend’s lap, makeup supplies on your counter, carefully applying black eyeliner around his eyes, Long Time Intro by Playboi Carti playing through the speakers placed in the corner of your room.

“I gotta blink, amor. Plus I cant really keep a straight face if you got your eyes on me like that.” he protested, trying his best to keep a straight face. “How do I look so far?”

“Trust the process, Miles! You look good, just lemme finish this oneee part then I’m done.” there wasn’t one part left. For you, you wanted to make sure everything looked right. Your lover, Miles, on the other hand, was eager to see the outcome. He just didn’t realise how tedious it was.

“Maa, ¿lo hiciste? He estado sentado en esta silla durante años, lo juro.” (Maa, you done? I’ve been sitting on this chair for ages, I swear.) Miles asked, practically almost falling asleep because of how slow you were doing his makeup.

You chuckled. “Miles, you’re so impatient, beauty takes timeee. I’m almost done, for real.”

After 5 minutes, you were actually done. You got off his lap, giddily grabbing a mirror to show him the result of your hard work. “It’s done! Do you like it?”

Miles looked into the mirror, turning to his side to see how it looked from different angles. A small smile grew on his face, “Wow, princesa, this looks fire. I love it, that long ass wait was worth it.”

You grinned at his compliment, pulling out your phone to take a picture of him so you could look at it later. Miles was not a fan of pictures, but for this occasion, he didn’t mind all too much. He walked closer to and gave you a kiss a the forehead, the stain leaving a mark.

“Do i gotta take this off? Because I kind of wanna keep this on.”

“Keep it on! I need to remember this moment for as long as possible.”

“You just think I look fine, don’t you?”

“Absolutely.”

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evanhamato · 3 months

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Hello! I’d like to request a rottmnt (Casey, cass and April too if you want too!) Headcanons x reader (both crushing on each other / pining) and reader is extremely clumsy? And gets bruised so easily (seriously, I noticed last night I bruised my palm / fingers pretty bad and I don’t even remember how I did that, like, nothing major happened, just BOOM hand got hurt) and they try to hide it or not make it a big deal cuz they doesn’t want to “cause trouble” or worry anyone, and they get really bashful with ppl taking care of them?

Please and thank you, hope you have a good day

[ Clutz ]

ROTTMNT x GN!Reader who is clumsy

A/N: YES. this is exactly like me!! also im sorry for the delay in posts!! im trying to do 2 asks a day but with how much asks im getting i assume that wont be working?? anyways, thank you anon for requesting and i hope you heal quickly <3! P.S: I LOVEDD WRITING THIS ONEEE!!

Relationships: Romantic

TW: Injuries, treating injuries, fluff, worry, kisses, cuddling

Raph

He knows before you even tell him.

He subconsciously searches his brothers, what makes you think he wont search you?

Eventually when you are forced to tell him while he was patching you up, he gets a little upset.

Regardless, he understands. (Being the eldest and all.)

Don't think he doesn't check on you extra though.

Weekly checkups, also comes with weekly cuddles and kisses.

Warns you if there's anywhere you can get injured from a mistake.

If he see's you fall or bump into something, he'll check the area around 15 minutes later to see if it bruised, it's going to be bruised regardless.

He never runs out of supplies?? What logic is this??

Regardless, total sweetheart.

Leo

To be honest, he only notices after a week or two after a hard mission.

Are you not healing? Are they new?

When you go to get your bandages changed, he asks you about them.

You explain and he lets out an 'ooh' before pouting.

You, a hassle, a burden? That's the dumbest thing he's ever heard.

Gets ice for your bruises right away whenever you bump into stuff.

Prevent the bruising as much as possible, right?

Throws his hand out when he see's you're going to hurt yourself.

Always ends up with him trying to lean over the table and falling himself.

Mutual pining? Nah. Mutual idiots. /aff Bonus:

His medical supplies keep going missing. Wonder where they went.

Donnie

Please. For the love of god. STAY OUT THE LAB.

Clumsy + chemicals + metal = owchie.

Knew about the clumsiness and bruising, not about how you felt.

Taking Dr. Feelings instructions, he tries to comfort you.

He ends up messing up and saying something goofy, you suddenly can't take him serious anymore.

Later in your relationship, he gains the habit of giving your bruises a small kiss. (It started with you bugging him about how your "boo-boos" needed kisses.)

Guides you away from dangerous things without you realizing.

He isn't good with words so, unlike his brothers, he'll straight up tell you while helping you that you are not a burden.

Actions may be more powerful than words but, words get the point across easier.

He does his best, he's trying, I swear.

Mikey

Poor guy doesn't notice the bruises until after you open up.

Don't think he didn't notice you shying away though. He is Dr. Feelings after all.

Mikey doesn't quite have enough skills to patch you up so he goes to Leo, to stay safe.

Regardless of excuses, you are in fact scheduled for a meeting with the Dr. himself.

After said session, expect affection statistics to go HAYWIRE.

He has a shell, you can't get hurt if he's clinging onto you, right?

Plus, more love!

Asks Donnie if there's anything scientific behind the injuries, he just wants to try to reduce it as much as possible.

Simple cuts or scratches?

You get the "feel better" band-aids. (Band-Aids with motivational sentences on them. Prescribed by Dr. Feelings himself.)

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jjwho · 11 months

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Who is your Next Lover

Pile 1. Pile 2

Pile 3. Pile 4

Pile1

Cards pulled out: Five of pentacles, ten of pentacles reversed, seven of wands reversed, three of swords reversed.

Okay pile oneee

Oof so what im getting is that your person might feel left out in the cold, having it ruff especially if its financially, maybe their parents are divorced because of financial issues.

This person really genuinely has it ruff, like they mightve unexpectedly lost a lot of things, like family and espically money, I'm seeing a scene of being in their parents debt and repaying their debt.

Shame man and I see them always surrender so easily and just saying yk fine I'll pay for their debts even though they should. I feel like this person is trying to stay optimistic

This person is someone who has it really ruff but still smiles yk. Hides the pain through a smile and just tries their best and stays optimistic even though the circumstances are bad. I do feel they are trying to ket go of pain and grief but shame man you should take care of them😭🥲

Physical traits:

-Might look German, Dutch or Afrikaans or raised there

-Dark skinned

-Youthful appearance

-Doe eyes

Awww so innocent. I hope that helps you pile one. Just know this is a general reading si nit everything is gonna resonate

Pile 2

Cards pulled out: Revered- King of pentacles, death, ten of swords

Upright- The High Priestess

Okay pile 2 so uh

This person might not have the best background or past, cause this person might of been very unstable with money and just an unstable person. May come off as cold and rude and greedy. Now they also have a fear of change, they don't want ti change their old habits for some reason. Or didn't want to.

Now maybe they are trying ti change that now, but it takes a really long time for a man or woman like that to change so yeah. Just live your life and don't stay with this person if they aren't gonna treat you well.

They also might come off as mysterious at first or they have a thing for mysterious people and this person really has a thing for desire like he can't control himself and just takes and tales that's what im getting.

(Sorry very toxic masculine energy that's why I called it a him.)

Physical traits:

-oop they may appear to be more feminine, but personality might be masculine

-They have nice nails

-Curvy

-Asian(Asian also means Indian people)

Okay hope that helps pile 2222

Byeee

Pile 3

Cards pulled out: five of cups,ace of pentacles,seven of cups, seven of pentacles revered

Okay pile 3 sooo

Your next lover is giving me daddy boss vibes

Like this person gots lots of money and opportunities and shit, but idk this person is always focused on the negative, this person is a workaholic doe

This person just needs to set their mind straight, like this person might have a kit of set backs or procrastinate or put their decisions on hold which they shouldnt cause.

Money.

If yk what I mean.

But that's really all that I'm getting tbh, they might a little lazy too when it comes to live, not too experienced in it and enter really been in love. To focused on work yk.

Physical Traits

-They got abs-

-Freckles

-Strong arms

-summer aesthetic

Damn they work out. Hot for uuu

Okay byeee hope that helps pile 3333

Pile 4

Cards pulled out: eight of pentacles, the devil, judgement, ten of swords reversed

Okay pile 4 so uhm damn

So you might know this person from work, might be a new worker, they work really hard and might attract a lot of the higher ups. They're confident in there work too, now they might be a bit of a sexual person who's a bit obsessive and yk very sexual and naughty ooop. Yeah yeah. Like a dark but attractive aura. Pure and cool at work but sexy and whatever around outside yk yk.

Some who likes fairness though. Very strong taste in justice. And someone who stands up for themselves and other yk yk.

Sexy, hardworking, good morals, sexy again.

That's all that I'm getting tbh

Physical Traits:

-Doe eyes

-Light skinned

-Brown eyes

-they might not smell the best tho-

Hope that helps byeee

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missamyrisa2 · 2 months

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Hii Miss Amy! I think it is fair for you to tickle and tease my armpits now...since i already explored yours pretty well (and would do it again). But be careful, you probably will notice that i get really turned on by having my armpits teased just as teasing a lee's pitties...So if you tease me with your sensitive underarms while you play with mine...you can easily tell me how hard i am at the moment~

Oooh darlinggg~ you are in soooo much trouble when I knowwww there's a hot button on you ~ because I'm going to pressss itttt ~ overrr and over and over again until you're a babbling pile of mushhh and guess what? Then I'm going to work you up more ~ fluff you upppp~ just to press that button again~

Which is to sayyyy I'll have you niiiice and snug on this reclined chair with your arms up and wrists bound behind you~ "arms up, buttercup~!" I'll squeak, hopping onto your lap in my sleeveless cropped top~ all alluring with its dark red floral designs~ "ooh wait~" I snicker, getting right to business as I lean in and start brushing my lips on your underarms, planting tiny kisses up your inner arms and back down and around each pittiee~ "What a pityyy huh? All trussed up like this? Huhhhh? Yeahh? *muah muahhh* ticklish lil cute pits all open for me yeahhhh? You like your kissessss don't youuuu~!" I chatter and hum away, layering kiss after kiss, making sure I keep one arm up at all times holding the back of my neck so you are always looking at one of my sensitive pits while I taunt yours~

And thennnn I lean back and let you spot my sensitive twitching tummy before wriggling my fingers manically, descending slowly steadily to your pits ~ "Tickle tickle tickleeee~ Tickle!!" I coo, letting my nails scribble and scratch around your sensitive skin, squealing in delight as you bounce under me making me bounce too~ "Ooooh sooo helpless and ticklish you say pleeeeease Miss Amy noooot my armpitsss~!" I tease with a high cooing voice, pausing occasionally to pose for you and show off my spots and outfit before diving right back in. "Coochie coochie cooooooo~! I'm tiiiickling your pitsss and there's nothing you can dooo about ittt! Especially not tickling myyyy ticklish pitssss!" I giggle down and start teasing you with a long feather, tracing those pinkened spots softly and elegantly ~

"I mean, my pits are right here darling. I'm right here. Riiiight here and you could stop me. You could tickle me soooo easily. Just take this feather, take this oneee feather and ooooh~!" I squeak out letting you watch me tickle myself, drawing the quill on my spot and then down across my exposed tummy. "Mmmh! Is that what it feels like? This feather? Feather feather feather? What a shame. What terrible fate. What a~~~~pity!!" I toss my tool aside and raspberry your armpit mercilessly, holding you steady with my hands, tracing my nails tauntingly on the outer pit and inner arm. "Don't try to fight itttt~! You're a ticklish pit boy and you're getting tickles till the cows come home~!"

"Or maybeeee~" I lean back and smirk, pointing my finger below and wiggling it up and down. "Maybeeee~! Until youuuuuu comeee~!" I point lower, tracing down your chest and teasing your belly as I get to your very visible arousal. "Naughty naughty ~ naughty thing~!" I wag my finger back and forth and pick the feather back up, clicking my tongue with tsk tsk tsks~ "getting allll worked up, just from your tickless? My goodness, what kind of tickle operation do you think I run here you naughty boy!" I reach up and idly draw my fingers along your underarm while the feather starts to kiss and caress under your tip. "Mmh~ naughty naughty naughty ~ you're gonna be punisheddd mmmmhmmm~ we'll get all that naughtiness out of you I promiseee~"

I keep the feather going, just urging your stiff rod along while I continue tickling away at your armpit, skittering and tracing and drawing around in teasing circles, my look of concentration as I balance your criss-crossed sensations and imitate all your sounds. "OOoh! Ooooh! Mmmmh! Oh my god? Yeahhhh that's righttt I looooove to make you squirmm you sillly naughty thinggg~!" I follow your motions, never allowing your royal part to escape the tickles and teases even when I move up to blow more raspberries or pause to flash my pits to you ~

But the feather does stop for a moment when I pull a risky maneuver ~ with a blush and a grin I move up and lift my arm, bringing my pit closer and closer and closer ~ "You like theseee huhhh?" I smile in your face right as my pit grazes against yours, our sensitive spots connected as I squeal out and start tickling your other pit to make you wiggle against me. "Mmmh~ that's it pittyyyy boyyyy I tickle youuu you tickle meee and you get alllll worked up for me to punishhh~!" I snicker and watch your royal part bounce and tingle, moving back to kiss your pits again before snuggling up to one side.

With my cute outfit and body brushing on you I lean in and kiss a pit before reaching back to pull out my magic wand. "Let's see how long you can take, darling~" I buzz my lips on your pit as I turn on my wand and let it buzz underneath your swollen rod. "And I'm not stopppinggg not till you give me thatttt gigglyyy gaspyyy pitttygasm~!"

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kimnjss · 2 years

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brief hiatus :(

hiii ! so i've been working really hard to put the next part of candy girl together ., buuut with my korea trip coming so soon (i literally leave tomorrow oMG) i don't think i'll be able to finish in time :/ nd i won't be able to update while i'm out there... sooo -

i'll be putting candy girl on a tiny hiatus until i come backkk ! since the flight is so long i'll be able to write some on the plane so i'll have a full written chapter for you guys on the 31st! i can't wait for y'all to read it ., it's gonna be a good oneee .

thank you sooo much for waitinggg ! <33 nd i'll see you when i get backkk .

also... i won't be able to do birthday drabbles for jimin while i'm out there - but i'll probably arrange smth for when i get back as well !

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ma1dita · 29 days

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

hehe thank you for this!

it's so hard to do this bc i get really hard on myself lol,,,, the moots that get to see my work know that but let's dive in, no particular order

solipsism - i did so much fucking research for this one and its underrated as fuck because its genuinely one of my best pieces lol; i love creating lore and this was soooooo!! ugh i think about her constantly

kiss his face with an uppercut - yeah this one made me fall in love with james potter no joke i fell down a rabbit hole for a while after this one

tangible - i always liked how delicate this one is, sirius is so hard for me to write but the softness and intimacy was so fun to write as the black brothers' storyline is my genuine favorite out of hp

bedtime stories - this was my first work for the trouble!verse! it was so fun to collab with my moots (lari tulip and ellie been there for me since day oneee) and have them help me perfect a character i had never written before <3 ifykyk

more than friends, less than lovers - um silly lil blurb but it came so naturally to me? i do miss my man remus. i do.

#જ⁀➴ jo answers !#˚₊‧꒰ა ma1dita’s hall of fame! ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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pkmntrainertrix · 5 months

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: Hi pitiful buddy good morning Trix!! Pory_pory pory!!!! / I CRAVE VIOLENCE / and I'm very behind on stealing from people / do you have any friends or enemies I could hack/ GIVE ME THEIR WEAKNESSES, THEIR VICES, THEIR DEEPEST DESIRES! / AHAHAHAHAHA!!! :

- @rocket-researcher-antares

Hi good morning Rainbow!! Hm… as much as I want to help you I don’t realllyyy think most of my friends want information stolen from them, and I haven’t been working hard enough to cultivate haters either >:p

…well. There might be one option. See there’s this oneee guy on Mewtube who really pisses me off, do ya think it would be possible to steal from him?

#asks

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paleparearchive · 6 months

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Fun Shopping!

Rembrandt's 2nd initial 3★ story (2/2) ( 1 - 2 )

Location: shop (morning) | Characters: Rembrandt, Van Dyck, Rubens, Aoi/MC

Aoi: (It's been quite a while since then…)

Rembrandt: Wooow, that's amaaazing~ Such intricate workmanship is hard to find. Don't you agree, Van Dyck-kun?

Van Dyck: This exquisite workmanship is indeed amazing. How on earth did they get the gradient here…?

Rubens: This natural shade is a plant-derived dye. It looks dull, but it's also lovely!

Aoi: (It's starting to get exciting again, and they're not talking about presents anymore… I guess.)

Rembrandt: I'm sure they spent quite a long time on it, but I wonder what kind of thought they put into it. These things come with interesting stories. I'd love to hear from the authors what stories they haaave.

Van Dyck: Maybe you can find out by asking the store owner.

Rembrandt: Isn't it more fun to imagine it? For example, they made it for their daughter who was about to get married.

Rubens: Ara, that's so nice…! They might have even made the wedding dress and other things.

Aoi: (They're being swallowed by Rembrandt-san's pace. But it's interesting to listen to it from the side…)

Rembrandt: It's beautiful, I feel its story... I'm buying this oneee. I'll have to get a new basket.

Van Dyck: I'm the next one who will choose a present! Watch me, Teacher!

Rubens: Fufufu, oh my, you're all worked up. What do you have to show us?

Rembrandt: I wonder if there is anything else that feels like it could tell a story. Let's see, this shelf over here…

Aoi: (Fufu… They seem to be obsessed with finding something I would like. I'll go pay for the art supplies while I'm at it.)

—

Rembrandt: This one, and that one toooo.

Van Dyck: Didn't you say that one looked good too? I'll put that in as well, okay?

Rembrandt: Thaaanks. Oh, and while you're at it, would you mind picking up the ornament next to it?

Van Dyck: Hmm, It's not so beautiful from my point of view, but... Well, let's just put them all in the basket.

Aoi: (W-Woah… Rembrandt-san and the others' baskets, they look heavy…)

Rembrandt: You want this one too, right? Oh, and there's more…

Aoi: (... I think it's a little bit too wasteful… But if it's a private purchase, I don't have any say in the matter.)

Van Dyck: Hey, this is beautiful too! Let's buy them together.

Rembrandt: Yeah yeah, after that…

Rubens: Ahem, both of you?

Rembrandt: Hm? What's wrong?

Rubens: Aren't you buying too much? You can't take this many things home with you, can you?

Van Dyck: … Indeed. When did we get so many things…

Rembrandt: It would've been nice to have more people to bring these back. Then I guess I'll have to give up on a few of them…

Rubens: And where did all the talk about buying a thank-you gift for Director-chan go?

Van Dyck: … Ah.

Rembrandt: Aaaah…

Rubens: It's my fault, too, for completely forgetting about it until halfway through. There are so many interesting things in this store…

Aoi: Well, that's not a problem, is it?

Rubens: Really? But it's a great opportunity…

Aoi: Don't worry about it. You showing me your beautiful works is like a thank you to me.

Rembrandt: I'm soooorry I was so careless. I got carried away too.

Van Dyck: It was my chance to make you more beautiful, but what I did was…

Rembrandt: Let me thank you in another way next time.

Aoi: No, as long as everyone is enjoying themselves and feeling good, that's all that matters.

Rubens: Director-chan… What a good girl you are!

Rembrandt: Let's go shopping together again sometimeee.

Aoi: Yes, I would love to join you!

#card tl #card translation #palepare #palepare tl #palette parade #palette parade tl #translation #rembrandt #rembrandt van rijn #3★

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eutxrpe · 8 months

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hello my little oneee <3 i was just thinking of you and wondering how you're doing?? i hope life is treating u as gently as possible and that you know that i love u to the moon and back <3

NWHNWKJSNOWIDJ I MISS YOU SO MUCH NINI <33

i'm so sleepy all the time -_- senior year is currently kicking my ass but it's okay because i'm kicking it back lmaoooo

i love you so, so much <33 i hope that you've been okay and that things have gotten at least slightly less stressful :( i know that you've been working really hard and i'm so proud of what you've done so far and what you'll continue to do, sweetheart

#xio mumbles #mutuals; nini <3

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savaphro · 29 days

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I did my first scary escape room & son that shit WAS SCARRRRYYYY. I did my first one with my coworkers& it was cool we had to rob the bank( we all work @ the bank) but this oneee…Like 5 seconds in the fucken guy Tom had me wreckedd. We walk into the “house” so I lock it right. Alllll a sudden he’s tryna get in with some creepy mask & hes like yall locked the door? LMFAO YESSSSS YOU FOOOOOOL I LOCKED IT. We unlock it and give him fullllll accesssss to come scare the shit out of us. Now we’re in the “actual house part of it” and he comes in like ahhhh& ALLL of us take off I hit the flintstones yabba dabba dooo and I DO NOT TAKE OFF BUT INSTEAD STRAIGHT BUST MY ASS LIKE KENDRICK SAID DEAD BODIES IN THE HALLWAYY🤣🤣😭😭😭😭😭😭. Dude if this was a movie I would’ve been the first to go. CRAZY I always laughed at the first person to fall. And yesterday iiiiii was that person. Like it really don’t happen😭 not to mention yall know im clumsy. Like the word was invented for me type of shit. Ngl shit was hard. The clues was not giving clues. Luckily the dude was cool he helped us out. Shoutout tommmm (not from MySpace, but Tom from the escape room) I definitely woke up this morning with no voice. I’m a tad bit sick& have laynes wedding on Saturday. Had a wonderful time. Went to the mall with my hunny. He got me a bunch of stuff & we had these awesome Korean street food 🤤 the corn dogsss were sooo good!!then we had their ugly donut and it was sooo fluffyyyyy thr Nutella and strawberries was such a nice delicate touchhhh 🤌🏽🤌🏽🤌🏽 all and allll SOLID weekend. My heart is happy

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yeeunjia · 2 years

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hi! i just read your reactions a couple days ago (which are amazing btw) so i was wondering if you could do a reaction for enhypen being in the same variety show as their idol!s/o or watching their idol s/o performing/receiving an award at the same award show as them. tysm!

(please do disregard this if it's too much or if you're not taking requests. thank you and take care ❤)

▬▬ [ENHYPEN] reaction to you performing and receiving an award !

idol!enha x idol!gn!reader

▬▬ enha masterlist, here. i write for both kpop and genshin! for feedbacks or requests send them here! (●'◡'●) feedbacks, reblogs, follows, or likes are appreciated!

▬▬ warnings : none ▬▬ author’s note : i personally really enjoyed writing this oneee!! i’ll make a separate part for the s/o being in the same variety show! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝ do take care toooo! love love! ————————————————————————— lee heeseung 이희승 : - he expected a cute concept, but your group chose a dark one. he did not complain, though. not even one bit. ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ sings the lyrics of your song quietly while slightly bobbing his head to the beat. would definitely want to shower you with compliments and scream right at that very spot!! visible heart eyes and couldn’t even stop smiling. he loves you so much, i swear. (╥﹏╥) - your group and enhypen got the “rookie artist of the year” award. would probably take your group’s trophy at first just to have a short but proper interaction with you. his member’s are all good with it, it is the hyung’s significant other and they all love you, after all. hypes you up when you give your speech, little claps and a big smile on his face too!! park jongseong 박종성 : - literally screaming internally. starts shaking the other members (jUST GENTLY LMAO) because of how excited he’ll get. he finds you too adorable and basically treasures you so much. when the dance break starts, he’s lost, unable to process everything. jay fanboying and screams “THEY’RE SO COOL HOLY SH-” and words like that in his mind. („ᵕᴗᵕ„) - your group got the “artist of the year” award. feels really proud of your group. especially you! he knows how hard you worked for to soar this high. the way you got excited made him melt and filled his stomach with butterflies. he can’t even believe that he’s able to love a perfect and talented person like you. >___< sim jaeyun 심재윤 : - makes sure that his other members are paying attention to your performance to. “look look look. it’s (y/n)’s group now. pAY ATTENTION TO THEM!! (｡•ˇ‸ˇ•｡)” his poor members just wanted to have a conversation, but listened to jake anyway. your group wanted to try something new. something others wouldn’t have expected. with this goal, you became the one who had to rap and even added a mashup. he felt like he was going crazy for you. (੭｡╹▿╹｡)੭ - the performance your group showed got wayyy too much attention. even other group’s attention too. the “best performance mashup” was given to your group. oh please, if he were allowed to go up the stage he’d cling onto you like a koala and be your cheerleader in a bliss. brags 24/7 too. (〃ꇴ〃) park sunghoon 박성훈 : - won’t be able to take his eyes off you. even stares at the big screen only when it’s your part. this made both fandoms slowly start dating rumors between you two. your group wanted to try a higher-level. with this being said, you and your group’s other vocalists made sure to hit the notes higher. (≧∀≦) he wanted to cheer for you so badly!! - the “worldwide icon of the year” award was given to your group. the way he felt was indescribable, he felt overjoyed for you and your members. would probably celebrate afterwards. starts complimenting you so much too when you’re both given the chance to be alone. he wont stop talking about how you did so good. ^0^ yang jungwon 양정원 : - your best hypeman! you and your members may or may not have a little adrenaline rush during the performance, causing you all to actually do more than expected. his admiration for you is way to visible on his face. tries to keep his cool. he’s screaming way too much internally, though. Ó﹏Ò both fandoms would talk about how he might have a thing for one of the members, regarding how he looks at them. (well, you, specifically) - the visuals, choreography, stage presence, and vocals were on point. this is definitely why your group was able to receive the “best stage” award. even other fandoms loved it. overall, he’s glad that your adrenaline rush made you able to actually feel free during your performance. ♡ kim sunoo 김선우 : - your best hypeman #2! won’t hesitate to talk to the members and even staffs about how you were amazing!! he loved everything about you performance. your vocals, outfit, just everything. (๑ᵕ◡ᵕ) he’s just too cute, he has a really wide smile on his face that just shows how you mean a lot to him. >:(( - your group received the “global favorite performer” award. a part of it wasn’t a surprise, though. tons of people just admire your group, of course, one of these people is sunoo!! runs to you when the show is over and starts telling you words such as “JAGI!!! YOU LOOKED AMAZING UP THERE AAAAHHHH!!” (ˊ•͈ ◡ •͈ˋ) nishimura riki 西村力 : - this award show meant so much for you all. so of course, you wanted to make sure this performance stands out. fortunately, your members and even staffs were down with adding a harder choreography for the dance break. when the dance break began, niki started to understand why you worked so hard for it. he loves how passionate you are even if those words really don’t come out of him. - the “favorite dance performance” award was given to your group. a few members started crying a bit while tears just started to form in your eyes. it’s a normal reaction, after all, considering how you all worked really hard for this. he can’t understand how proud he felt. all he know is just he’s falling even deeper. (◍•ᴗ•◍) asks you to teach him and his hyungs the choreography afterwards too!!

#enhypen #enha scenarios #x reader #idol au #gnreader #enha reactions #ot7 #ot7 fluff #enhypen x gender neutral reader #enha imagines #enha heeseung #enha jay #enha jake #enha sunghoon #enha jungwon #enha sunoo #enha niki #kpop #kpop scenarios

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bam-fuckin-margera · 2 years

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oo welcome to tumblr and writing fanfics lol

heres one

jd x reader where you meet his father and jd meets your parents/parent

ahahah I like this oneee

You meet JD's father

They're doing the weird father/son thing where they switch the roles ALL. THE. TIME. it's so hard to keep up with

"So son, you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?"

You're so confused

"Uh hi,, I'm Y/N"

JDs father just laughs and keeps running on his treadmill

He doesn't seem to care much about what you guys do in the house, or how loud you are 😉

He tries to get you involved with the role swapping, too

"Hey dad-in-law, what are you cookin' up?"

"Poison, for Glenn at work."

JD just laughs. He's always like this.

JD meets your parents

Your parents are pretty strict, but JD knows to conduct himself well around the right people.

He refuses to take off his trench coat though.

Your parents are unsure about the bad-boy look he's got going on, and that devilish grin of his, but there's just something about him, this strange charm he has, like he's put a spell on you.

"Ah, Mr and Mrs Y/S/N, pleasure to meet you" *he shakes their hands*

God he's so charming

Your parents invite him to stay for tea as he was so polite, and he agrees

They are so suspicious of him and they can see when he's getting all touchy on you, but they can't really say anything.

"Anything is better than the same old stuff from my old man"

He eats like he's never eaten before and doesn't stop compliment your mom on the amazing food.

And with that, he whisks you upstairs and instructs you to be very, very quiet...

Hopefully that was good 😬 I don't know how I'm doing with these I seem to go off on a tangent hahaha thanks for all the love on the last one though :)

#jason fucking dean #christian slater #jd imagines #jason dean x reader #jd x reader #heathers 1988 #j.d.#jason dean #jd heathers #heathers #heathers movie #jason dean heathers

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mirahuyooo · 2 years

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Memento Mei | knj

Memento Mei | Recordatio — Soulmate! AU

— Remembering, to you, meant carrying a great deal of sorrows, but in spite of it all, you will do what you have long sworn to do—never forget.

Word Count: 10,168 (woAH ik) Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader Content/s: FLUFF, drAMa, ANGST, romance, pining, slow burn?? joon is one patient man OwO, flower language, NAMJOONING with NAMJOON h i m s e l f, NAMJOON IS A SWEETHEART, mrs (L/N) ships you two on hARD MODE, past lives both cute and tragic lol, historical inaccuracies with the past lives bc i may like history but my braincells were fizzing out, Soulmate AU, Reincarnation AU

[masterlist] | Part of the [Recordatio Series]

A/N: hi hello this is me channeling my grief of not being able to make it to the concert 😭😭😭 (to those of you who did i hope you guys have fun aND GIVE THE BOYS L O T S OF LOVE YALL 💞💕💞💕💗 ) this certainly took longer than expected but AyEeEE I L O V E this oneee bc I, too, am a slut for dramatics, soulmates, and the flower language ;((( This one got A LOT longer than anticipated too like AAAA and I know the implications of the synopsis and moodboard have made this a little predictable but shHHHHH enjoy reaDING THIS!!!

As the morning breeze blew against his wool coat, Namjoon clutched the bouquet tighter in his hold. Occupied by interviews, practices, and deadlines, it had been months since he had managed to have a chance to visit his past incarnation’s grave at the cemetery. The last flowers must be wilting away by now, he thinks to himself, looking at the fresh ones in his hand. Hope these last longer.

The idol then adjusts the mask on his face to further secure himself from being discovered. Many have raised their brows at the news of his self-established practice, and he’s sure the press would have a field day if they were to find him walking around a quaint cemetery.

It was an odd custom to follow, that’s true—a lot wouldn’t really go on to seek out their past lives that much—but it had been one he decided to keep a few years back, especially since the circumstances allowed him to do so. It was for old time’s sake, after all, and with his tendency to not remember the entirety of the myriad lives he had lived, the sentiments couldn’t be helped.

His feet began to lead him naturally to where he had discovered his grave to be—a cobblestone settled somewhere a little further in. In the midst of his walk, Namjoon recalls the words written onto the slab.

Ahn Jungnam 1951 - 1994 Beloved teacher, father & husband

His last life was a bland plaster wall compared to the vibrant graffiti that is his current lifetime. He had been a humble college professor then, who worked hard to provide for a family he dearly loved. The most excitement he would’ve gotten out of the week was having to entertain his son on a free day. His life was simple and peaceful, though he had lost a battle against cancer in his later years.

That very touch of serenity calms him sometimes, makes him feel ordinary for even just a fleeting second.

Soon, however, the tall man’s steps slowed to a halt as he caught sight of a young woman from afar. She was clad in a tan trench coat, kneeling in front of the very grave he frequented. The cogs in his head began turning as he lost sense of reality whilst thinking to himself.

Is she the one who’s been leaving the other bouquets since last month?

It was most likely so, Namjoon decided. Judging by the flowers the young woman has with her now, Namjoon concluded that it’s the same flowers that he came across before. It’s always the same bouquet of red and purple flowers—different from the white roses that he would occasionally see rotting amidst the grass and stone slab.

But who is she then? Is she my past life’s granddaughter?

His brows furrowed, however, when he remembered the birth of his grandchild, just a few months shy from his previous death. No, that can’t be. I had a grandson. She can’t possibly be a distant relative. No one else really visits his grave as diligently as he does.

As Namjoon whips up a storm of questions in his head, his heart starts racing. His palms began sweating. It only got worse as he noticed the woman pack her things and stand up to leave.

All too suddenly, it felt like the world was on a timer, and his mind was reeling at the thought of the consequences he has yet to know but still dreads nonetheless. Something within him was clawing, begging to know who on Earth this woman was.

Namjoon could hardly believe the way he was reacting. This was getting ridiculous. He hasn’t felt these kinds of nerves since—

Letting his instincts take their reign upon him, his heart continued to hammer against the confines of his rib cages. He got closer and closer, letting his feet lead him towards the woman sitting all by herself at the corner of the diner.

He watched as her eyes skimmed over the dishes that the menu offered. She’s beautiful, he thought to himself, but is she who I think she is?

He had to make sure—he had to.

“Excuse me?” he began, “Miss?”

The tone that accompanied his words was pathetic as they left his lips. Instinctively, he pushed his glasses further up the bridge of his nose—a nervous tick his peers would often poke fun at. His bread cheeks soon set ablaze at the realization of his current appearance.

Still, as embarrassed as he was, the young woman looked up at him, a soft smile pulling at her soft pink lips. He watched as the recognition sparks in her eyes and the excitement seizes her face.

Air was knocked out of his lungs as she lunged towards him, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Butterflies erupt within him as he feels her nuzzle into his neck.

“You remembered.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen at the memory triggered by his anxious constitution, a soft gasp falling from his lips at the indication of who this woman might be.

What if she’s who I think she is? What if she’s my soulmate?

The chances may be slim, but it can’t be fully impossible. After all, his instincts have almost always been exceptionally good.

Alas, it appears that he’s been too occupied with his thoughts. The distance between them grows, Namjoon realizes—albeit a little bit too late. Without thinking twice, he wills his feet to pick up the pace once more, not paying mind to the bouquet of roses in his hands that was slowly falling apart from his recklessly hasty movements.

Though he didn’t want to make a scene, a part of him wanted to scream from the top of his lungs. Damn it. He’s been waiting for this ever since he got his first trigger back in middle school. Come on, Kim Namjoon. Hurry up, and put those long legs to use.

With his inside voice cheering him on, Namjoon manages to catch the woman by the street. Alas, she had already crossed the other side of the road. All too sudden, he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. “Excuse me!” he exclaimed, raising an arm to wave over at her. “Miss!”

A few heads turned from his commotion—fortunately, so did hers.

At that moment, the world was put on a pause, as all else seemed to cease to exist. The drumming in his heart was unmistakably familiar. His instincts have yet to fail him once more.

Even with half of his face covered with a black face mask, his heart swelled as he caught sight of the spark in her eyes—one he knew to be recognition. He watched as her eyes blurred with tears, realizing not too long after that his were doing the same.

He knew with her (e/c) eyes that he was home. This is it. It is her.

The smile that seizes his face beneath the mask was a torture for his cheeks, but his dimples remained present—too overjoyed to be bothered. His eyes had turned into crescents that pushed a few tears to slide down the sides of his face.

She breaks their eye contact to look around her, on both sides of the road, and at the streetlights that count a few seconds down. Taking the chance, she raced against the ticking clock, quickly crossing the road back towards him.

All these years, he’s been stuck with memories of lifetimes he can’t return to.

All these years, he’s waited anxiously to cross paths with his soulmate again.

All these years, she’s finally here.

In the corner of his eyes, Namjoon catches sight of a motorcycle in a hurry, speeding through the otherwise barely occupied street. His eyes widened, his body launching forward as he tried to stop her in her tracks.

“Wait!”

Outcries erupted from the crowd around him, as the collision happened before them. The man driving the motorcycle—a mere delivery boy—skids to a stop, panic setting into his eyes at the sight of the person he just hit. “Oh my God…” he gasped in horror, getting off to check on her. “Ma’am, are you okay?!”

Namjoon rushes towards the woman who, just seconds ago, he realized to be his soulmate, pushing past the crowd gathering. She lies on the pavement, unmoving with eyes slowly blinking as if her entire being was still processing what just happened. Blood was pooling beneath her, and he was unsure where it was coming from.

“Hey, hey,” he softly coos as he kneels beside her, careful not to move her body and worsen any injury by accident. Pulling his mask down, he tries to give a smile, but it’s shaky and betrays any strong upfront he was trying to show. “Don’t close your eyes, darling,” he tells her, “please.”

The woman stares at him, taking him in, but she gives no response. Somewhere, he hears someone calling for an ambulance, and it sends some sort of relief through him. “You hear that?” he urges her to hold on. “Help is coming, so stay awake, hm?”

She manages to crack a small smile, her hand inching closer to hold his. “You…” she tries to speak, but it comes out frail. A tear falls down the corner of her eyes.

Namjoon gently intertwines his fingers with hers as he uses his other hand to wipe at his tears. His heart hammers against his chest as he sees her losing grip on her consciousness. “Shh, don’t speak,” Namjoon hushes her, “don’t waste your energy, okay?”

Still, the woman persists, giving his hand a weak squeeze. Her eyes held so much that she wanted to say, but the two of them knew that time and fate’s grace upon them was uncertain. With the last of her strength, her words came to him in soft relief.

“You remembered…”

Namjoon gapes as her (e/c) eyes fall to a close. “No, no, no,” he utters under his breath, trying to look around for a sign of the ambulance. “Please, please!” he pleads, inching to shake her into waking up, but he knew that would do more harm than good. He collapses on the arm that held her hand, praying for a miracle to any god out there who would listen—even when he doesn’t worship one in the first place.

“Please, wake up.”

All these years, and she slips past his fingertips yet again.

Blooms of red and purple were nestled gently on her lap, the same way it cradled his head on one side. “They’re beautiful,” her voice softly declares, smiling down at her lap both at him and the flowers he stole from some garden on his way to meet her.

“Very,” he grins cheekily in a way that showed the dimples she loved to poke at, though he wasn’t necessarily thinking about the flowers and she knew that well enough to playfully roll her eyes at him.

She looked onto the beach before them, the sea breeze blowing her hair back as the amusement park in the distance continued to be idle background music.

“I love you.”

She couldn’t avoid the gasp that left her lips at the moment of his sudden confession. There on her lap, he pressed a kiss against the palm that rested against his cheek. “Forever.”

“I’d hope so,” she giggles, “I’m your soulmate after all.”

He smiles at that, and so does she. Ah yes, what a fortunate life this is for them to have met so easily and early and have more time to grow old together.

Her fingertips traced the slope of his nose, tapping the point of it at the end before she gave him a smile so full of love and affection.

“I love you, too,” she tells him, “forever.”

Eyes fluttering open, you immediately take note of the ringing in your head. It’s the very blank and static state of it that sends your chest heaving. Your vision blurred as your eyes stings, later wetting your cheeks.

You were crying. Why am I crying?

Looking around you, the bland, white walls of the room didn’t make you feel better at all—especially upon realizing you were hooked to a machine. A hospital—you were at a hospital.

“You’re awake.”

A man you hadn’t noticed before was staring at your figure in disbelief. That incredulous look turns into relief in an instant, as a smile spreads across his face and reveals a set of dimples that stirred something in you.

“You’re awake,” he repeats it, more to himself as he inches closer to your bed. He almost laughs at the news of it, as if he had hardly expected this day to come. Immediately, he flags down a nurse by the door and urges a doctor to come quickly.

You could only look at this man, head whirring to try and gauge him. Though his presence was like warmth on a cold winter’s day, the seasons suddenly turned scorching as you were reminded of your initial panic. The ringing in your head, the unfamiliar environment, and the heavy feeling in your chest for something you’re not entirely knowledgeable of.

“Who are you?”

The moment such words left your lips, you saw the fast flurry of emotions flashing across his eyes—emotions you couldn’t quite process well, but the overall falter to his posture was enough to tell you that what you said had gotten rid of any good in the moment.

It takes a while, but the man composes himself, taking a step back as he rubs the back of his neck like it’d relieve him of the awkward tension. “I’m…” he clears his throat before giving you a small smile, “I’m Kim Namjoon.”

It was then that the doctor came in, followed closely by a nurse or two. “Good morning, miss,” the doctor asks, adjusting his glasses as he gives you an amicable smile. “Do you remember your name? Do you know where you are?”

“I’m…” you began, but the cogs in your head were taking their time. The minutes it took you to respond was concerning to say the least. “(Y/N),” you eventually say, “I’m (Y/N) (L/N)… I’m in a… hospital…”

The rest of the questions go by like a blur in your head. In the end, you were told you were unconscious for about three months, and that, judging by your responses, you were likely suffering from retrograde amnesia after the accident. You could recall basic and old memories—your name, your family’s name, where you grew up, where you graduated—but your head was blank at the aspect of recent events.

You still have so many questions you want to ask—not to the doctors, but to the Kim Namjoon who was there the moment you woke up. You have no recollection of him before, so he must be someone you knew just recently.

Finding it difficult to tear your eyes away from his figure, you find yourself in an absent-minded trance. He was tall—really tall. You may just have to strain your neck a little to look up at him if you were to stand.

“(Y/N)? You alright?”

The deep voice that came out of his lips was a gentle rumble that somehow soothed you but sent little shivers down your spine—pleasant shivers, you think. Alas, your reverie ended when you came to a realization that he was talking to you. “Sorry,” you blink slowly, realizing that he was now just a few feet away from your hospital bed. “I… I was just thinking of something.”

Namjoon nods, thoughtfully. “Do you...” he mulls over his words, “do you have any questions for me? I’d be glad to answer them for you.”

You fiddled with the fabric of the blanket on your fingertips. You needed more details, you decided. “Wh—” you stammer, “what happened? Tell me more about what happened.”

A bitter smile, you notice, comes across his face. “You got hit by a delivery boy on your way to cross the street,” he tells you as he moves to a nearby table that was home to miscellaneous things—bags, snacks, and flowers among other things. “I was the one that admitted you to the hospital,” he tells you plainly, handing over a bag to you. “This is yours.”

The leather material shakes in your hands, your strength still not fully back in your system.

“Your mother’s here, by the way,” Namjoon then tells you, catching you by surprise. “I told her about the incident. She flew here to watch over you while I’m away.”

Though glad to hear your mother was here, the last part of his words piqued your interest. If he had your mother flown here so she could take care of you while he was away, then does that mean he’s come by more than once?

“Who are you to me?” you find yourself asking that aloud. Was he a friend? A colleague? A lover?

You fluster at the thought of the last option, but soon see that Namjoon seems to be red as well. “Well…” he purses his lips, thinking of what to say. “I’m your—”

Just then, the door bursts open. A familiar woman frantically comes through, going first to Namjoon. “Where’s (Y/N)?” she asks him, “I heard she’s awake?”

He must’ve been in the way of her seeing you already awake. Before Namjoon could answer, you spoke up, voice still a bit raspy. “Mom?” you meekly call out. “I’m right here.”

Your mother immediately rushes to your side. You feel her urge to pull you in an embrace, but your current state doesn't allow her to recklessly do so. “Oh, thank goodness,” she sighs in relief as she clings onto your hand. “You’re okay.”

Your mother’s concern ends up being a catalyst to the emotions you’ve been bottling up. "I'm sorry," you ended up saying, voice quivering as you held back tears.

Both Namjoon and your mother furrow their eyebrows together. It was your mother, who was nearest to you, that reached forth to caress your cheeks in comfort. "Nonsense, honey," your mother softly chastises. "What on earth do you have to say sorry for?"

She was right. You didn’t intend for any of this to happen at all, but your thoughts have already come to a conclusion about your burdens. "It must've been a bother to hear about the accident," you say, looking at the white sheets on your lap. "The bill, too," you suddenly gasp, "how much is it?"

Your mother shakes her head. "Don't worry about those things, honey," she tells you, "Namjoon's been helping me deal with that."

At the mention of his name, Namjoon, who had been occupied for a moment with something on his phone, looked up in confusion. "Mom said you've been a great help with my hospitalization," you give him a grateful smile, "Thank you."

A slight flush of red stretched across his cheeks and ears as he held back the beginnings of a shy grin at your words. "It's no problem, at all," he gently says, “I’m glad to be of help.”

There was a flutter in your heart that you pushed away, chalking it up to gratitude over the acts of a kind stranger. It was then you noticed the frequent flashing of his phone, something you could tell he deliberately tries to ignore. "Do you have somewhere else to be?" you softly ask, catching him off guard.

It takes Namjoon a while but he nods in embarrassment. “Is it important?” you stare at the device throwing up a tantrum. You wonder what it is that’s demanding his time from you so much. Was it his job? Was it his friends? Was it a significant other?

Somehow, that last part hurts to think of.

He nods again. You didn’t understand why he’s so hesitant to leave when he’s needed somewhere else. Did it have to do with what you two are?

Alas, you didn’t have time to unpack all of that now. “It’s fine,” you assure him, “I’d hate to hold you back.”

The man before you looked so torn that you, yourself, felt a bit downcast. "Alright..." he sighs in defeat, hesitantly taking the baseball cap and mask by the table, and securing it on his head. "I'm so sorry to leave so soon."

"It's alright, Namjoon," your mother smiles. "Take care."

Namjoon gives a polite bow and smiles. Distracted by his dimples, you only offer a meek wave with your hand. "I'll visit as soon as I can," he tells you. "Get well soon."

Numbly, you nod as something in you stirs. Something in you feels at ease with his presence. Something in you feels fuzzy seeing his smile. Something in you hates to see him go—but not knowing what exactly makes you feel these things has forced you to keep your mouth shut.

Not a moment later the door closes, your mysterious knight in shining armor gone.

It was an absolute torture, really, to have be stuck for the next month in the dull walls of your hospital room doing recovery. On the bright side, it was nice to hear from your doctor that you were progressing quite nicely. You were still missing bits and pieces, of course, but it was something you couldn't force your brain to just up and do.

That aside, it was the promise of getting out of the hospital that really pulled you through the gruelling hours you spent there. It was the curiosity, you suppose, of seeing the world you once knew and experiencing it again.

There was also a certain boy that you found yourself looking forward to. Kim Namjoon would visit every week if he could, and he would bring with him food that actually tastes good (don't tell the hospital cafeteria that), some board games, red and purple flowers, or other things that made your stay a little worthwhile. He even came around bringing his friends around—Jimin and Taehyung, if your brain didn't fail to remind you clearly—and it was the most intense game of UNO you've ever had the chance to remember.

If your mom had to take a break or go back to your apartment for something, Namjoon would be more than glad to watch over you. He already spends hours with his visits as is. The two of you would talk about anything, watch any movie on the television, or listen to his music.

It was another thing that caught you off guard actually.

Kim Namjoon is an idol.

You had heard of his vibrant life nearly a week into your waking up. Still in the hospital bed, the two of you were sitting together as you waited for your mother to come back from your apartment. He had been reading a book, whilst you were idly flipping through the television channels.

A music show came on and you swore one of the men looked like him. Styled to the nines and ready for the spotlight, he looked good—really, really good.

“Is that you, Namjoon?” you had instantly asked him, pointing to the television. Never had you seen him so flustered before, but Namjoon managed to explain himself.

It was true. He is an idol—the leader of Bangtan Sonyeondan, an international KPop sensation, a man so sought after by millions of people around the world.

It was hard to wrap your head around. To think that the man before you, the one who had been so diligently visiting you, was a celebrity. The constant ringing of his phone, the long intervals between his visits, and his fussing over a mask and a cap suddenly made so much sense.

There were things you’ve managed to piece together from the weeks after your discharge from the hospital. It was thanks to your kind landlady and neighbors that you found out you were living in South Korea for about five years now. You had a decent job and a decent apartment. You seemed to have a decent life for yourself too.

There was still something missing though, but you still couldn’t put your finger on it. A large void in your heart that gapes at you, aching to be satiated with whatever it was that was taken from it on that fateful accident.

In spite of that little mishap, however, you fell into a routine quite easily. Even if there were fragments in your memories missing, you still managed to wake up on time, go to work, come home to your mom, and spend time with her after finishing any other possible duties at hand. Those were what your weekdays consisted of, but on weekends? Weekends were for—

Knock, knock, knock.

“Namjoon, good morning,” you hear your mom’s cheerful voice greet him by the door.

“Good morning, ma’am.” You could almost see that dimpley smile on his face.

A smile, too, blossoms on your face before you knew it. As usual, Namjoon was here on time.

You take a frantic lookover of yourself at the mirror on your wall. Your outfit was simple enough—knit sweater over a midi dress and a trusty satchel to keep your things—but you worried somehow that it might not be a good match for whatever it is that was planned for today.

Exiting your room, you look up to see a familiar large man waving at you by the hallway with his other hand poorly hiding something behind his back. “Hello,” you greet him with a smile, “did you eat breakfast yet?”

Namjoon sheepishly shakes his head as he hands you a small bouquet of red and purple flowers. They were a custom at this point, Namjoon having been so used to bringing you such flowers during his hospital visits that he had come to bring you them to every outing as well. "Didn't have enough time to," he then tells you as he slightly trails behind you to the kitchen where you took a big glass and filled it with water for a makeshift vase. The grin on his face persists as he sees you set the vase next to the ones that held the flowers he had brought you two weeks ago.

A hum leaves your lips. "Guess that makes two of us," you say, awkwardly fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater.

“You two can grab a bite on the way then,” your mother suddenly swings into the kitchen, laying down a coat onto your shoulders as she presses a kiss on your cheeks.

Her actions startle you. “But, mo—”

“I’m going to the spa, sweetie,” your mother declares as she excitedly ushers you and Namjoon out the door. “You two have fun!”

As the usual black car that served as your ride together on days like this came to a stop, Namjoon slides the door open for you and you murmur a shy thanks. “Thanks again,” you thank the man on the steering wheel as well, Namjoon grinning along with you as you both earned yourselves a little wave back from the driver.

The driver starts the car again to look for a parking spot, leaving you alone with Namjoon. It was then you prompted the question in your head. “Where are we going this time?” you ask him, head tilting to the side.

Namjoon gestures to a building nearby. It was relatively big and the people walking around were sparse, giving it a more calm and private aura. “A museum,” he simply tells you this with a grin so contagious that your own lips couldn't help but beam back at him.

These were what you easily found yourself looking forward to in the weeks since you had been discharged from the hospital. Today would be Namjoon's third effort on taking you around Seoul—to refresh your memories, he had said, and to hang out together, too. Namjoon took you biking along Han River on the first time, bought the both of you some bungeo-ppang while watching the sun set on your little break. Then, he took you to an aquarium two weeks ago, too, dragging you around to point excitedly and gawk together at any cute sea critter he saw.

Such moments like these were precious, not only because you were spending time with him, or because you were getting more and more familiar with the city, but because you knew for a fact that time for Namjoon was precious and yet he chose to spend it with you.

You couldn’t understand how on Earth you managed to cross paths with a celebrity before your accident, or what exactly made you so special that a celebrity like him would find the time to fit you in his busy, busy schedule, but either way, you understood that your time together was a chance for Namjoon to take a break from his famous persona.

“Your mom was awfully excited for spa day, wasn’t she?” Namjoon chuckles as the two of you walk along the street towards the museum.

This effectively knocks you out from your reverie. “To be fair, she’s always been interested in trying those sorts of things out,” you then shrug with a grin, as you check your phone for the time and the weather. “I think she thinks of you as a babysitter at this point.”

Namjoon, being the gentleman he is, only grins. You could swear you can imagine those dimples under his mask. “It’s alright,” he tells you, “I don’t mind at all.”

All of a sudden, the idol comes to a sharp halt, making you look at him in confusion. He doesn’t answer—he doesn’t even look you in the eyes. Instead, his fingers suddenly weave together with yours.

Naturally, his actions shock you to the point of having a blush spreading across your cheeks. You look onwards, and it suddenly clicks. Before you was a traffic light directing cars through the street that separated you two from the museum itself.

The accident.

Bits of it were still blurry in your head—all you knew, really, was that it hurt. Namjoon, on the other hand, was the one that must’ve seen the accident first hand, and the one that looked out for you in the hospital first in the place of your mother.

You return your gaze to Namjoon, giving his hand a small squeeze in assurance. He finally glances your way, embarrassment written across his eyes, but you both do nothing to take your hands apart as the two of you crossed the road.

His concern warms your heart and envelops you in an air so safe and sound. Kim Namjoon is clearly a blessing in your life—a literal angel from the heavens sent down to grace you with his presence. Whatever fate stitched your paths together, you were grateful for it.

You did notice something, however. No matter how much you can chalk it up to him just being a nice guy, there were signs that resonated from him—signs that told you he may be caring for you just a little bit more than friends do. Fond smiles, lingering touches, constant hanging out, pretty flowers—no one, as far as you could tell, has ever given you this many flowers.

You didn't want to assume, but you didn't want to go on like this either—not when you may or may not be hoping for a little bit of something.

Eventually, you get the courage to ask him some time inside the museum. “Namjoon?” you hushly call out, unsure of whether or not you should keep your distance or take a step closer.

He takes his gaze away from the modern masterpiece on the wall, naturally taking a step closer to give his full attention to you. “Yeah?”

With the way he ended your own inner argument, your mind buffers for a moment at the good ruler-length distance between you both. You tear your gaze away, the damned chicken in you coming out at the last minute. You could feel Namjoon looking down at you in concern, but stood patiently still for your words.

“Who are you to me?” you ask, voice so soft and feeble that the nerves were dreadfully obvious. A part of you mentally gives you a slap and a push to get all of this over with. “You…” you clear your throat, “You never really answered my question.. back then… at the hospital...”

To be honest with yourself, a part of you hoped that those flowers, those visits, those little touches meant something more. There was no shame in liking a man like Namjoon. He's a gentle giant with so much talent, love, and wisdom to give. Who wouldn't crush hard for the likes of him?

Oh wow. It feels weird to come to terms with your feelings—that giddy but antsy feeling in your belly, that rapid heart beating, that frantic buzzing of your head as all it could ever think now is him. It's a resounding conclusion, a childish need to start squealing overtaking your senses.

Him. Him. Him.

I have a crush on him.

Before you, however, Namjoon stiffens. “Oh,” he says.

And that one sound was somehow enough to blow a crack onto your heart. Fuck. Your eyes go wide in panic and distress. Did I complicate things? Did I make him uncomfortable?

“It’s fine!” you rushed to ease his discomfort. “You don’t have to answer me! Forget I said anythi—”

Namjoon’s eyes meet with yours, the indecipherable state of them stealing the words from your mouth and rendering you anticipating his. “You’re...” he began, searching for his choice of words. “You’re someone I really cherish in life.”

You nod softly, both endeared and disappointed to hear such words from his mouth. You wanted something specific—be it the words you wanted to hear or the words that could’ve broken your heart. Whether it was the "I like you" that would've made you the happiest woman alive or the "You're like a friend/sister to me" that would've shattered your daydream and give you a slap back to reality, "You're someone I really cherish in life" was a sentence that tiptoed on a line between two drastic territories.

Namjoon settled for something a little vague.

Does he cherish you as a woman romantically or platonically?

Does he want to start calling these things dates too?

Does he want to keep walking along with your hands intertwined too?

Something—was it the desperate hopeless romantic in you?—told you that he was holding back. With the way his jaw was clenched, you came to think he’s frustrated with something—clearly something he’s not ready to talk about yet, so you do your best to move on. “That’s great,” you say, nonetheless, a bittersweet smile on your lips. “You’re someone I cherish, too.”

Someone I really hold dear to my heart.

It must've been obvious—your disdain—else, Namjoon wouldn't have spoke again to ease the awkward tension in the air.

"We haven't known each other for that long before the incident," he tells you, rubbing at the back of his neck, "but you really have become someone I hold dear to my heart."

Then and there, your heart skips a beat.

Something chaotic arose in you, a little devil that crawled from the very depths of your mind to wreak havoc with the new realized crush you had on the man beside you. There was barely friendship to ruin then if you two hadn't known each other for that long.

Well, aside from the bond you've made together in the months you've been awake.

Still, with this fresh news he told you, he made it sound like you two were too much strangers to have been anything.

"It isn't that hard to like you."

Namjoon's head almost snaps to look at you. Your own hand almost snaps to slap it over your wretched mouth. The two of you could only gawk at each other.

"What did you say?" a flabbergasted Namjoon asks you.

A groan leaves you for a moment, you wanting—begging—the ground to just swallow you whole. Alas, all you could do is suck it up and be a big girl. "What I meant by that is," you cleared your throat, "it's a shame we weren't already well-acquainted before the accident. I think we could've been more than friends."

Namjoon gawks at you still.

You take a deep breath. "I like you, Joon," you confess, the exhale you make seemingly taking the weight off your heart too. "I know it's too sudden, but I think I see you as someone more than just a friend."

The big oaf is still processing. "You… do?"

A laugh manages to escape you, finding amusement in his shock. "Yes," you say earnestly, feeling a bit more confident with your confession. "You're kind, handsome, and just a really awesome person," you tell him, "I meant it when I said you're someone I cherish."

His dimples resurface, and you are yet again helpless. Namjoon's eyes were soft yet twinkling as he gazed into yours. "I meant it to."

Two weeks passed by since that fateful day at the museum, and Namjoon was yet again occupied with his duties. It was fine of course—who were you to demand things from him?—but what didn’t sit right with you was how things were still a bit vague between you two.

He acknowledged your crush. He even seemed to like it, too. Alas, in the midst of your giddy victory over not being outright rejected, you forgot to ask him for a clear answer too.

Did he like you too?

You grow antsy by the minute, thoughts plaguing your overthinking brain to the point of a slight headache.

Fuck it.

You take a leap of faith—not caring if it was recklessly foolish of you—and grab your phone to type out the beginnings of your grand scheme to fully woo Kim Namjoon yourself. The words your fingers bring to life start off casual enough.

Simple and easy enough to get out of, it only took you a few minutes of debating and overthinking to press that send button.

It took three (painful) hours to get a reply, the sound of a notification springing you up from your dilapidated state on your bed.

Your heart almost drops at the subtle rejection, but it doesn't hurt that much. Just a little bit. With a sigh, you type out your response, glad to know he’s somewhat available enough now that you’ve heard from him.

A part of you fussed if what you sent was too cringey or awkwardly put, but his next words made you forget such thoughts in an instant.

You waited a couple more minutes, but nothing followed. Was that it? No worries, I will?

Another text interrupts the awful ache that just started to bubble within you, replacing it instead with confusion.

Ding dong

You hear the faint ring of the doorbell from your room, making you freeze. You glance at the words on your phone, then at the door where you could hear the distant voice of your mother answering the door. Not a moment later...

“(Y/N)!” she called out. “You have a delivery!”

As if they could bulge out, your eyes widened even further as you pocket your phone and slipped off your bed—pajamas, bed head, and all. Your feet took you to the kitchen where you heard your mother go about.

There at the table were familiar flowers in red and purple, and just by looking at it, a sense of giddiness washes over you. You gently take them in your hand as the other fishes for your phone in the pocket of your hoodie.

The smile on your face made your cheeks hurt.

Alas, there can only be so much good things you could have for a day.

“Are those from Namjoon?” your mother peeks from the kitchen, a warm smile stretching across her face as she resorts to leaning against the wall to look over at you.

Instinctively, you take a small whiff of the bouquet in hand as you tuck your phone away. “Yeah,” you absentmindedly reply with a ghost of a smile unknowingly making it to your face, almost forgetting about the fact that you were fretting over him in the first place.

You were oblivious to your mother’s pleased reaction. “What a sweetheart,” she muses, approaching you to take a closer look at the flowers. She rests both of her callous hands on each of your shoulders, giving them a light squeeze of excitement. “I’m so glad he’s your soulmate, sweetie,” she gushes, “he’s quite the keeper.”

At such words, you froze, heart skipping a beat. All this time, you had only thought Namjoon to be a friend you were having an awful crush on—but a soulmate?

Right, the soulmate system. How could you have forgotten to put soulmates into the whole equation of this?

“I’m sorry,” you breathlessly gawked, “did you just say soulmate?”

It seems like the soulmate system still works for the likes of Namjoon, whom Fate has robbed his soulmate of their memories from time long passed.

No words could ever truly define how beyond ecstatic Namjoon is to hear such words from her. (Y/N) (L/N), his soulmate and other half for the rest of eternity and end of time, likes him. Even without remembering him as her soulmate, she likes him. It wasn't love just yet, but Namjoon was in no rush—not when everything was starting to fall back into place.

Still, it begs a question in his head; will it be alright to try now?

Namjoon stares at the unconscious state of his soulmate, insides knotting together in an entangled mess of nerves and fury. He had just gotten off a discussion with the young delivery boy, the poor lad a sniffling mess as he was interrogated by Namjoon, his soulmate’s mother, and a lawyer. Mrs. (L/N) decided not to put up any charges, pitying the poor boy.

“Thank you, Namjoon,” the woman told him, voice soft and hoarse, dripping with fatigue from both the travel and the grief.

Namjoon bows, a bit jittery—he was meeting his potential mother-in-law, after all. “It’s nothing, ma’am,” he shyly says, “I just wanted to make sure (Y/N) gets treated as best as possible.”

This notion causes Mrs. (L/N) to raise a brow. She hasn’t heard of a ‘Namjoon’ from her daughter before.“Does my daughter know you, Namjoon?”

Namjoon froze for a moment, but opted for honesty—not that he would’ve had the chance of being a believable liar when he’s this much of a wreck at the moment. “Uh...” he mulls his words over, “a little, ma’am.”

Seeing confusion, he explains the situation further. “We met just a few minutes before the accident,” he tells her, breath shaking at the memory of the wave, the street, the crash, and the blood. His tears almost flooded his eyes again. “I’m her,” he shakily sighs with a bittersweet smile, “soulmate.”

Mrs. (L/N) was shocked for a moment, but soon enough an understanding flashed before her eyes. She nods softly, staring at her daughter again with a fond smile. (Y/N) had been born with a lot of her past life memories intact, often crying about them.

Knowing that her daughter could've been happy with her soulmate already, but this happened instead, made (M/N) quite teary. Still, she was glad her daughter had a reliable soulmate. “Thank you for taking care of her in that short moment then,” she smiled, truly grateful.

Infamous dimples proudly resurface on Namjoon’s cheeks, in spite of the shy demeanor in his smile. “She’s my soulmate, ma’am,” he said, “I’ll be taking care of her for the rest of my life, if fate allows me to.”

Namjoon's heart hammered against his chest as he recalled that moment at the hospital.

Take care of (Y/N). Such were the words that he had pinned atop his many, many thoughts.

Alas, each day, it was getting harder and harder to keep himself in line—keep the longing and aching part of him locked away somewhere. He worries, thinks, and worries some more.

Even if she liked him, it doesn't necessarily make it clear if he should court her now or wait for her triggers to start setting in. He wouldn't want to make the risk of an explosive trigger higher with a romantic relationship and end up putting her in pain. No. He will never let her get hurt. Never again.

Take care of (Y/N)—he would often remind himself. Worry about her first before your feelings, Namjoon. You can do this.

A familiar ringtone rips through the air, pulling Namjoon from his internal debate. The contact on his phone read out the very name engraved in his head and his heart almost jumped out.

He was just thinking of her.

Not having it in him to distance himself more than he already has, Namjoon slides his finger across his phone. "Hello, (Y/N)?" he says, clearing his throat. A part of him worries that his poor choice of words in their chat earlier may have come across wrong in some way, or if she had som—

"We need to talk."

There was a shake in her voice. It didn’t sound furious—it didn’t sound like anything. It was numb almost, and that alone was enough to stop Namjoon’s world for a moment. “About what? Did something happen?” he immediately asks, a storm of worry brewing within him.

Alas, he looks at his desk before him, littered with papers and work all over as a product of his reckless pursuit to keep his mind off of her. “I’m sorry, I can’t leave right now but if ther—”

A heavy breath puts an end to his words. “Namjoon, please,” you plea, emotions of all sorts drowning two simple words. It hurts to hear his name fall from your lips that way.

Namjoon gets up, easily admitting defeat as he leaves his studio. “Alright. Wait for me.”

There can only be so much good things you could have for a day.

Namjoon is your soulmate.

“Oh dear, I thought he told you already,” was what your mother had said after her little slip up. “With all the little dates you two have been to, I thought you would’ve known by now, sweetie.”

The news shook you to your core and you were elated and distraught all the same. You didn’t have a trigger. You didn’t have any prior memories. You were just left with a statement.

Namjoon is your soulmate.

It was something that felt so right to hear, but with barely anything else to back it up, there was still doubt in your heart.

Is that why he was hesitant?

Why did he tell me in the first place?

Was it bad?

Hell, you didn't even think to add soulmates to your grand scheme of wooing Kim Namjoon. How could the entire soulmate system slip past your mind in the past few months you've been awake?!

Namjoon is your soulmate.

You need to hear it from Namjoon yourself—hear if it’s true that the universe meant for you to be together, hear why he chose to hide that fact from you.

And so, here you were at Han River waiting for him.

“(Y/N)?”

Your heart stops to hear your name from an all too familiar voice. You couldn’t find it in you to turn around just yet, wanting nothing more than to put this all into pause. You weren’t a fan of confrontation—not after your miserable attempt in the museum.

Footsteps approach you, and you know just who it is. You didn’t have to look up either. The feet that set its place before you and the bench you sat in were familiar shoes, yet all they served to be was a backdrop for the flowers presented to you.

“You just sent me flowers an hour ago,” you manage to find your voice in a hushed whisper, a part of you wanting to laugh but your harried thoughts wouldn’t let you. It took a lot to look up at him—at the man who you first met in a hospital, at the man who held your heart, at the man who was apparently your soulmate all along.

Namjoon flusters before you, almost putting the small bunch in his hands away. Knowing his shortcoming, however, he remains with his hand outstretched. “You sounded upset,” he says, pulling his mask down to talk with you properly. “I thought they might make you feel better.”

Managing a small smile, you glance down at the flowers of red and purple he presents to you. As you gently took the bouquet from his hands, you couldn’t ignore the ringing in your head that seemed to be screaming out to you.

“(Y/N)?” you faintly hear Namjoon’s voice call out to you in concern. There was a secure grip that held you up by the arms as you staggered a bit.

You try to come back to reality. You try—but your senses wane.

Alas, in spite of your best efforts, you were plunged into cold waters, unable to hear anything. Your breath hitched as the pinch in your heart began to escalate. In the confines of your own mind, you were frantically clawing your way out of the abyss—desperate to reach the surface and find out the truth.

Come on, (Y/N). Remember.

“Welcome to Purple Blooms, how may I help you?”

A warm smile made it to your face as you entered the premises of your local flower shop. You took notice that the attendant by the desk isn’t the usual blonde that manned the shop, but you greeted her nonetheless. “Hi,” you said with a slight bow, “I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I ordered a bouquet of—”

“Red carnations and statices?” she piped, after your name seemed to ring a bell in her head. When you had replied with a nod, she disappeared to the staff room of the shop to retrieve your order.

Biding your time, you looked around to take in your surroundings, in spite of being so accustomed to the small shop in all of your months here. The scent of flowers in the air was prominent, but what really made you giddy was the amount of meaning these beauties possessed.

You knew quite a handful of the flower language—courtesy of your past lives’ fascination with them. To you, there was always an element of creative passion in the flowers and the message they convey could do wonders.

“Miss?”

Turning back to the attendant, you gave her a grateful smile as you handed her the money in exchange for the bouquet in her hands. “I had fun arranging this one,” she tells you, smiling brightly. “It was one of my first bouquets.”

Your eyebrows shot up in interest as you cradled the bouquet closer to you, taking a whiff of the flowers. “Really?” you mused, “You did a good job then. Thank you.”

“Any time, ma’am,” she beams, “Come again!”

As you exited the quaint shop, you waved the woman goodbye and went on your way to the cemetery—as you usually do with the bouquets. You gazed down on the red and purple hues in your hand, feeling the wistfully warm sensation in your heart.

You knew just what these flowers meant to you and your soulmate.

The utter joy in the air was easily contagious, the sun shining over the field only serving to amplify the vibrant aura of the moment. Before you stood your bestest friend in a raggedy shirt, loose pants, and wild hair askew in all sorts of directions. “For you, my lady,” she declared in a feign manly tone, revealing the flowers from behind him with a wide grin and a silly bow that makes you giggle as you do a similarly exaggerated bow.

“Thank you, good sir,” you beam back, happily taking the small bunch she had likely stolen from Mrs. Hopkins’ garden. The flowers were pretty shades of purple and red—a gesture you didn’t quite understand as a twelve year old girl.

There were a lot of things you didn’t understand as a twelve year old, actually. Why your best friend’s roguish and carefree attitude was so frowned upon, why the boys in town had to be so cruel, why she had to be sent away.

You would, however, in your later years, find the flowers to be a combination of red carnations and statices that, thanks to the book of flower language you came across in a library, respectively meant sincere love and remembrance.

It is through this you saw flashes of the same flowers being given between two people. It is through this you had your very first trigger.

There in that old house of a childhood long passed, tears fell upon the withered petals pressed and preserved in between the pages of your old favorite book. The truth dawned on you, leaving you helpless to do anything now that you had a husband and children to look after.

Your soulmate and your best friend, one in the same. Your soulmate, a woman you haven’t seen in two decades, haven’t heard of since she was forced to board that ship to the new world with her older brother.

You cry—cry for the love you never had the chance to have with your other half in this lifetime, cry for what could’ve been but didn’t.

In the next life, you vow. I’ll remember and love you more.

You remember now.

That was the first lifetime in which neither of you remembered anything. So close yet so far, an almost that plagued that past incarnate of yours till the end of her life.

It was funny, you thought. You were crying just as hard as this when your memories started coming to you when you were around ten. Your parents couldn’t understand the hysterics you were in, and nearly had to rush you to the hospital. This was the bitter and awful side of the soulmate system that the world had to become accustomed to.

It became a catalyst for you maturing at such a young age—to know of customs and moments long gone, to have the knowledge of centuries return to you in days, to become suddenly so aware and so daunted of the fact that you were part of the soulmate system.

You remember where your most recent incarnate had lived with her soulmate—Korea. It had been a quiet life, one you hoped you’d have in this life too. You supposed it was because of this that you were so drawn to go to South Korea too, causing you to study hard in order to convince your parents to go on a holiday trip around there.

You remember being fifteen and wanting to visit their graves for nostalgia’s sake on that very trip, laying down that bouquet of red carnations and statices over the cobblestone with tears and a bittersweet smile.

You remember the pitiful gazes your mom would give you as she could only watch you at a distance, knowing she can’t do much with your past lives other than to support your current self.

You remember deciding to just live in Korea all together as soon as you graduated, applying into multiple companies until you got accepted by your current employer—constantly going through places you’ve been to while making new adventures to tell, too.

You remember that day.

You remember going to the flower shop you frequent, remember smiling at the new employee who handed you the bouquet.

You remember going to the cemetery, giving a short message over the grave and a silent prayer to meet your soulmate soon.

You remember someone calling your name as you left, a man frantically waving at you from the other side of the street.

Him. In an instant, you knew just who he was—knew just who those kind eyes belonged to.

Your soulmate. Your other half.

Kim Namjoon.

The sight of you trembling sent Namjoon’s head in a flurry of emotions. He sat you down, worried with the way your knees were buckling. He waits beside you, rubbing circles onto your back as he watched you stare down at the bouquet in your hands through your tears.

It was after a long, almost torturous moment that he saw the weak turn you made to face him. Namjoon sees the recognition and struggle shining in your eyes as they flow with tears. “You remembered,” he softly gasps, eyes blurring with tears himself as he realizes this. His heavy heart eases for a moment, but it comes to a shortstop.

Another wave of tears hit, a sob breaking past your lips as you nod, leaning close. “Oh, baby...” he sighs, heart clenching at the sight of you. Namjoon easily wraps his arms around you—both as a result of his own emotions and an effort to comfort you.

“I remember,” you breathe, clutching his jacket tighter as you bury your head into his neck further. “I remember...”

Namjoon presses a gentle kiss into your hair. “Yes, you do,” he says as he pulls away and smiles gently at you, wiping the tears from your cheeks. “I’m so happy you do.”

You clumsily rub away at your face in embarrassment of him seeing you like this, hands wet with more tears. “I’m sorry,” you sniffled.

The universe blessed you with a patient gentle giant for a soulmate. Namjoon brushes your hair away from your face, his touch of great effect calming you down from the rollercoaster that your surge of memories gave you. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, jagi,” he hushes you with gentle strokes on the back of your hand. “Cry it out. Deep breaths.”

Doing as he said, you regain your composure—enough to at least form your words more coherently. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask, voice a little hoarse and quiet that Namjoon had trouble understanding at first.

“What?”

The windows to your soul came to meet with his and Namjoon sees the pain swimming in them. “Why didn’t you tell me you were my soulmate?” you say, a little more clearly and a little more hurt.

There was a guilty expression on Namjoon’s face and he shamefully looked away for a moment, but he takes a deep breath to man himself up. “I didn’t want to lay it on you so suddenly. You woke up barely knowing anything, after all.” he admitted, looking down at both of your hands. “ I thought, what if I suddenly cause a trigger? Wouldn’t it make things worse for her? I didn’t want that to happen.”

Alright, so he had a point, but— “I would’ve wanted to know that sooner, Joon,” you tell him, still upset having spent weeks pining for him, only to find out he’s been pining after you too but didn’t say anything about it.

“I know,” Namjoon sighs, looking at the sky to keep any more of his tears at bay. “I suppose I got scared of hurting you or seeing you in pain. I saw you get hit by a motorcycle,” he told you, “on the day I first saw you in this lifetime, I saw you get hit.”

The tremble on his voice easily elicits your own tears to come back. Namjoon sees this and gently shakes his head, a silent message for you to not waste any more tears. He presses a soft kiss onto your forehead before resting his own against it.

Your eyes flutter to a close as you revel in his presence. “I’m sorry for hurting you even though I said I didn’t want to,” you hear him murmur, making a breathless chuckle leave your lips.

“It was pretty rude of you to do,” you jokingly muse, and Namjoon drops his head onto your shoulder with a groan, embarrassed of himself.

The idol in your embrace savors the moment he had in your arms. “I know, I know...” he murmured, “I’m a terrible soulmate.”

Pulling away, you squish his face in your hands. “But you’re a great guy,” you coo at him, “and I still really, really like you.”

His dimples make their appearance, making you grin back at him. “Really?” he asks, eyes shining at the implication of your forgiveness.

You nod, cheeks hurt from all the giddy, happy feels. “Really.”

“I really, really like you, too,” he muses, the both of you chuckling. Elated, Namjoon leaned forwards and brought his lips onto your forehead yet again. “You won’t ever be in pain again,” he swore to you, “not if I can help it.”

As a smile blossoms in your lips, you close your eyes and lean forth, melting into his arms. Everything in your heart has fallen into place.

It was alright now.

You remember. Both of you do.

It was now time to officially start anew in this lifetime, make new memories, and then some.

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deexchanel · 3 years

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Vacation

Word Count:

Pairing: Avengers x BlackFem!Reader

Warning: Swearing, A tipsy reader, Fluff maybe?

Summary: the avengers finally have a break off from avenging the world. The first place they go for vacation? Maui Hawaii.

A/N: You guys liking my content means a lot💜💜. when writing one-shots why don't people put oufits? i wanna see wtf i be wearing since im y/n!😂 I got some long faux locs in my hairrr sooo ykk i had to put it in here🙂

Y/N stood in the kitchen pouring coconut rum into a drink that she found a recipe for on google. It was called a mermaid cocktail and it looked like something she could get away with, without any of her family members saying something. "I'm so ready to drink this, it looks so good." She mumbled stirring the rum mixture.

She is 23 years old but the team still treats her like a little kid. As of right now, everyone was taking a nap from their huge lunch. All those missions they work was eventually stressing them out so Y/N took it upon herself to plan a vacation for them. She rented out a huge beach house for them. Best idea everr!!

Seeing the smiles on their face made her feel so content with her main priorities being happy. "What are you making?" Loki's voice said from behind her. Y/N gave him a big toothy grin. "Oh, nothingggg!"

"You're up to no good, I know you are." Loki raised an eyebrow at her turquoise-looking drink. "I'm not going to even ask." He sat down at the island, shaking his head. Y/N could feel something was off with him. She put the pitcher in the refrigerator, then sat beside him in the chair.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm thinking Y/N."

"About? We're on vacation Loki, we can think when we're back at the tower doing boring missions." Y/N stared at his jet black hair, having the urge to run her fingers through it.

"No, you can't touch my hair." Loki knew exactly what she was thinking. Y/N pout her bottom lip, squinting her eyes. "That's not what I was going to do. Anyway, what are you thinking about?"

"I feel out of place. I just know they are still mad with me from the events of New York." Loki buries his face in his hands. "I want to go back to Asgard, I know they'll rather want me there than here."

Y/N removed his hands."What makes you think that Loki? If none of wanted you here then I wouldn't have told you about this trip. " She giggled making him let a small smile creep on his face. "You're right where you belong and if anyone isn't happy about you being here then just know that Thor and I are ecstatic to have you here. I'm glad you came, means a lot to me."

"Means a lot to know that you want me here Y/N." Loki's small smile went to a big one. Y/N slowly moved her hand to his hair. He watched her slow movement in amusement "No Y/N." She huff playfully giving up.

"Fine, I'll try another time but I'm happy that I made you smile. You're way easier than Bucky's serious ass. Now that's out the way, it's hot girl summer so no sadness from no oneee!!" Y/N exaggerated getting out of the chair going back over to the refrigerator. She pulled out that now cold pitcher, chugging down the concoction.

"Did I hear Y/N say something about a hot girl summer?" Steve rubbed his eyes while he walked downstairs. Y/N rubbed her mouth from the leftover drink on her lips. Steve furrowed his eyebrows at the now half-empty pitcher. "What's that?"

"Nothing! Don't even stick your nose in it." Y/N put the pitcher back. Steve looked at Loki who just shrugged his shoulders with confusion still written on his face. Y/N placed a rushed kiss on their cheek so they wouldn't smell the amount of alcohol she just consumed. "I'm going to get ready so we can go to the beach. Steve wake everyone up for me please so we can leave in the next 30 minutes."

"Okay Y/N," Steve replied ready to question her but she was already up the stairs. 20 minutes later Y/N had music blasting from the speakers while she ready. From that consumption of alcohol, it kicked in about 10 minutes after she got ready. She was only tipsy, maybe. Y/N couldn't focus because she kept giggling at everything.

"Damn why is everything so funny!" Y/N said getting mad at herself. Her long black faux locs flowed down her back after she struggled to place them in a high ponytail. Meaning she broke 3 hair ties and gave the hell up.

"Y/N we're waiting on you!" Tony yelled up the stairs but Y/N waved him off. She grabbed her purse, pausing the music. Tripping over her feet a bit, she made her way downstairs. Bucky caught a glimpse and instantly spoke up.

"Oh hell no Y/N. Go change."

She waved him off too, purposely ignoring him. "I'm readyyyy". Tony crossed his arms over his chest.

"Yeah, I'm going to have to agree with Barnes. Y/N that isn't a swimsuit, that's two pieces of cloths."

Thor smiled, "I like it Y/N and since I like it, we can leave." He picked up a beach chair but everyone yelled no in protest except Natasha. Thor rolled his eyes sitting the chair down. Loki moved her hair aside, closing the white and blue shirt that she wore.

"Now you need a hair thingy to keep it close."Y/N smacked his hand away lightly, going over to the kitchen to find some chips. "Y/N why aren't you saying anything?" Bucky followed still upset about her outfit.

"Her outfit is fine guys. Let's go because you guys are over exaggerating." Natasha placed her shades on her face. "I got your back Y/N!"

"It's not fine, she's showing too much," Steve said being overprotective. Still not phased, Y/N nodded her head from the kitchen. " That's why you my bitch, thank you!" Everyone was shocked by her choice of words. Bucky grabbed her waist.

"Y/N are you drunk?"

Y/N giggled,"A lady never drinks, she sipssss." She dragged out the s, kissing his nose. Bucky pressed his lips together, getting his answer.

"Guys she's drunk!"

Groans went around the room. Steve was in realization,"Ohhh so that was what she was drinking when I came downstairs earlier."

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"And it's hard to keep my cool

When other bitches tryna get with my dude and

When other chickens tryna get in my coop

'Cause you're a one in a million

There ain't no man like you"

Y/N belt out the lyrics to Streets for the 13th time while Bucky held her in his arms while they were in the ocean. They had been at the beach for 30 minutes, and a biker went by playing that song in her speakers. Y/N haven't let go of the song since.

"Y/N if you sing the same lyrics one more time, I swear I'm going to drop you." Bucky scolded while she gripped his shoulder tighter. Y/N placed her head on his chest, the sun was getting rid of her drunkness. She was tired since she didn't take a nap like everyone else plus Bucky's heartbeat and the sound of the oceans was calming her down. "Sorry! It's stuck in my mind."

Steve, Tony, Loki, and Thor played on the beach with water guns. Natasha laid in the sun, getting a tan. Per Y/N's request, Bucky was in the water holding Y/N close. She was surprised that he even agreed to it.

"Bucky?"

"Yes Y/N?"

"I'm tired."

"I figured, let's get you out the water." Bucky turned around to walk back to the shore. Y/N just snuggled more to his chest. "Bucky?"

Bucky’s voice held slight annoyance, thinking she was playing."What is it Y/N?"

"I'm glad you came on this trip, I know this past year had been so hard on you and I thought this trip would help ease your mind. Plus I got to know you better, that’s a bonus.”

“Yeah at first, I didn’t want to come but I couldn’t turn down seeing you in a bikini.” Bucky laughed making Y/N laugh as well hitting his chest lightly. “Bucky!”

“What? I’m being honest. I just rather for only my eyes to see.”

“You’re such a flirt.”

“You going to have to get used to it. But for real though, this trip made me not think about things that's been haunting my mind. Coming on here was the best idea.”

“I’m glad I could help with that.” She tapped his shoulder for him to stop. He placed Y/N on her feet. “I’ve come up with the best plan though.”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “What’s the plan?”

——

Y/N made herself sink underwater. Bucky waited a couple seconds before putting on his best acting voice. “Guys! Guys! Y/N she’s drowning!” Natasha stood at the shore, looking out at the water in concern. The team wasted no time running in the water.

“What?!?”

“What happened??!?”

“Oh god, Y/N?!”

“Shit!”

Steve was Y/N's victim, he hunched over in her area of the water. Bucky pulled at the ends of his hair keeping the act going. “She was doing alright until I couldn’t hear her anymore.” Y/N lurched up grabbing Steve by the neck, pulling him in the water.

Bucky's face of distress turned into humor. “Steve she got you good!” Both Y/N and Steve appeared out of the water. Y/N was laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach. Loki found it amusing while Tony, Steve, and Thor didn’t.

“That was a good one Y/N.”

“Don’t listen to Loki Y/N. You had us worried!”Thor huffed and Steve nodded his head in agreement.

“Yeah! I thought something really happened to you.”

“I’m sorry guys.” Y/N snorted trying to contain her laughter. “It’s not my fault, it’s Bucky. He came up with the idea. You guys should’ve seen Steve’s face when I came out of the water.”

Steve mocked her laugh, “Ha Ha Ha. It’s not funny.” Bucky held his hand in defense trying not to laugh as well. “It’s not mine! This was all her idea.”

“Capsicle is right, it’s not funny. Don’t scare me like that again.” Tony scolded her, he held out his arms. “Now come give me a hug so I can feel better.” Y/N gave him a hug, that humorous smile not leaving her face. When she tried to pull away, Tony held a grip. She realized.

“TONY!”

He laughed leaning forward and they both fell in the water. Soon it turned into a big splashing war between everyone, they were having so much fun.

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At 7:28 p.m. both Y/N and Bucky walked back to the beach for dinner. The restaurant they chose for tonight’s dinner was there. Since Y/N is over the planning for the vacation and Bucky is attached to her hip, they were at dinner first.

“I know the wait is going to be minute so sit down while I talk to the hostess.” She reassured him. Bucky looked at her kind of worried because he wasn’t comfortable with crowds yet. She squeezed his hand, “You’re okay.”

Bucky nodded his head reluctantly. Y/N walked off to make sure this restaurant gave them a private table away from the crowd, preferably on the beach. After about 10 minutes of talking, something just told her to turn around. It was some woman that looked around Y/N’s age steadily talking to Bucky even though he looked so uncomfortable.

“Hold on one sec.” Y/N held a finger-walking away, not even waiting on the hostess's response. Y/N quiet appearance kinda scared them both. “Excuse me. Hi!”

The woman looked at Y/N with attitude. “Um, why are you speaking to me?”

Y/N took a deep breath to calm down. “ I’m speaking to you because you’re talking to my boyfriend and you obviously see him uncomfortable.” It was for the sake of the moment. Bucky and Y/N aren’t together, just a few flirts here and there. But since Y/N knew this bitch couldn’t take a hint she said, boyfriend.

“You might have him confused for”

Y/N cut her off, “No I don’t have him confused for no one. That’s my boyfriend so get your desperate ass out of his face before I embarrass you in front of everyone. We don’t want that do we? Now walk away miss.”

The woman turned her nose up walking away without saying another word. Once she was out of sight, Bucky visibly relaxed. “Thank you so much Y/N. She wouldn’t stop talking and my a-anxiety was getting bad because I didn’t know her and...” He shook his leg. Y/N sat beside him giving him a hug.

“Hey hey calm down, it’s okay now. I could see she made you uncomfortable. I wasn’t going to stand there and let her continue to do that.”

“Thank you Y/N.”

“Anything for you Bucky.” Y/N kissed his forehead then she stood up, holding out her hand. “Now let’s go get this table because I did cut the hostess off coming to help you.”

Bucky laughed grabbing her hand. As they walked back over to the stand, realization hit Bucky. He smirked.

“So I’m your boyfriend now?”

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully, “No Bucky, it was in the heat of the moment.”

“What if I was to ask you out?”

“In your dreams Bucky.”

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This took longer to write then what it supposed to be.

Hope you guys like it 🥰, I was trying to include a Loki moment because I’m starting to like him more.

Stay slutty my friendsss!

#marvel #bucky barnes fluff #captain america #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #bucky fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #bucky barnes one shot #bucky x poc!reader #bucky barnes x black!reader #loki (marvel)#loki laufeyson #natasha romanoff #loki x black!reader #thor x black!reader #tony stark x black!reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #loki x you

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malibix · 3 years

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Pillow Forts & Fairy Lights || One-Shot | Hisirdoux Casperan x GN!Reader

Summary: What’s better to relax and celebrate making it through another week of living than a cozy pillow fort, snacks and movies with your favourite person?

Word Count: 1501

Warnings: None!

Taglist: @furblrwurblr @moppetwithamanbun @tales-of-hisirdoux @alovesongshewrote @yagirlcheesely @daydream-believin

Douxie's had a closing shift at the café again and it being a Friday meant he had the weekend free, so you decide to start the weekend off like any not normal normal couple would.

Pulling the cushions off your couch and stacking them up with blankets and bedsheets with chairs holding it all up from the sides, you found that you’d made a pretty stable fort base if you did so say yourself. Next, you pulled out some fairy lights from your room and strung them up around the inside of the fort to the best of your ability. A little bit of tape and some twist ties got you a long way.

The fort itself stretched off the couch and over the floor, your kitchen island bar stools holding up the later.

Once you'd moved into the apartment, your inflow of blankets had come with you, so there never really was a shortage. Douxie had always complained about being cold. You’d sure solved that problem. You used them to build a sort of platform or mat on the floor off the couch on the floor, and on the couch you did the same. It was already beginning to look and feel like a cozy little warm igloo in there. The "top floor" of the fort had a mountain of your favourite blankets, as you had not been willing to sacrifice them to the floor.

You checked the clock and your text messages to see that Douxie was just finishing up closing at work now, which meant you still had a little time before he got home. You clambered out from the opening of the fort and took a step back to admire your handy work. Nodding in satisfaction at its interior and deeming it acceptable and some quick adjustments to fix the exterior to your liking, you set off to the kitchen for your next mission: snacks.

Rifling through the cabinets, you settled on some Doritos and Smartfood, as well as some candy bars and gummies you'd bought earlier. You scooped all the goods into your arms and shuffled back over to the fort, trying your best not to drop anything on the way there. Multiple trips were for suckers.

Was the couch right in front of the tv? Yes. Did that mean you could be in the couch fort while watching said tv? Not particularly.

Having planned this, you pulled out your laptop and strung it's cord through the mass of pillows and blankets to sit on the top level of the fort on the only neatly stacked pile of blankets. Next, you hauled all the snacks that you’d promptly dropped at the entrance to the fort, into the lower level blanket lair and turned off the lights to save them for the grand reveal of your evening plans for when Douxie got home.

Archie made himself comfortable inside, which you didn't mind one bit. He was always good company, so even though you thought it to be like a little date night, you had no problem with sharing the space with the familiar.

You didn't plan to watch any specific movies or show, you just figured you'd both decide together and figure it out later when he got home. You also ended up leaving the drink choices alone for when he got back. You assumed he'd want tea after a long day at work, but you could never be too sure.

It wasn’t much longer until you heard footsteps outside the apartment door and the jingling of keys as Douxie unlocked the door. It wasn't a rare occurrence for him to step into a completely dark apartment. Sometimes you’d fall asleep somewhere while the sun was still out and just hadn't turned any lights on before it set. Other times he'd just find you in your room hunched over your device and lit up by only the glow of your phone or laptop. Once in a while though, he'd find a little glowing orbs of your magic to light the way to your room, where he’d find you reading surrounded by a handful of them. Almost like you sat in a field of oversized fireflies.

He much preferred the last one as it made him worry less about you damaging your eyesight. Not to mention you always looked so peaceful reading there in your magical light, mind in another world as you read the story you held in your hands.

Today however, he was greeted with the first option. Pitch darkness was the only thing to welcome him home. Not even Archie came to greet him. Some friend he was.

Of course the wizard wasn't aware that his familiar was currently snoozing away in a fort hidden by said darkness, but still.

He heard a faint shuffling from somewhere in the living room, followed by your voice welcoming him home and asking him how his day was.

"Sorry for the darkness! I made us a surprise though! C’mere,"

He felt your hand grab his and you pulling him slightly to lead him across the room.

"Just oneee second-!"

There was a bit of a pause and a little more shuffling before little lights sprouted up under the roof of the fort. Their brightness dimmed by the bed sheets made them look like a bunch of glowworms in their living room. The fairy lights illuminated the room just enough for Douxie to be able to make out the fort and the shapes of everything inside it.

"I thought a couch fort-movie night was a good way to celebrate the weekend and making it through another week of customer service."

The glow from the fort now gave enough light for him to make out the grin on your face.

He couldn't help but smile back at the thoughtful gesture, "Thank you love, it's perfect."

"Archie's already in there and made himself at home by the way, hope you don't mind."

You crouched down to crawl through the entrance and into the fort. "You gonna stand out there by yourself all night or what?"

Douxie smiled again as the lights lit up your silhouette under the sheets, just enough for him to see you waving him in.

"Oh wait almost forgot, sorry hold on," You crawled back out, heading for the kitchen to get drinks. "Tea?"

"Sure thing, darling."

You smiled back as you filled the kettle with water and set it to boil. “Oh go on, don’t be shy. Make yourself comfy and I’ll be right over.” “I’m going, I’m going.” He chuckled lightly, putting his hands up in defense as he crawled into the fort.

You may or may not have magicked your way to boiling water to save time, but soon enough you poured your cups of tea and returned to the fort in the living room. What? Magic may not be a permissible shortcut to hard work, but it wasn’t you who was Merlin’s apprentice after all.

You dropped bags of your favourite tea into travel mugs, just to be safe, and poured in the hot water before bringing them back over to the fort in your living room.

“Do me a favour and hold these for me for a second please?” You stuck your arms into the fort, holding the travel mugs out to Douxie who chuckled and took them from you as you’d asked.

“No problem,” he said.

“Thanksss,” you said, shimmying your way into the fort with various noises of struggle. To which, your wizard simply laughed at in amusement.

“You alright there, love? Having trouble getting into your own fortress?”

“Ha ha, very funny.” You made extra effort to take up as much space as possible once you’d reached him.

Archie protested slightly as you both shuffled around trying to make yourselves comfortable, but eventually settled back down once you'd done the same. As you discussed movie options, you'd eventually settled on a new fantasy release and curled up at Douxie's side. He wrapped an arm around you while you pulled up a blanket and buried yourself further into his chest, making yourself cozy.

Douxie wasn't one for confined spaces, but having you right next to him in a fort you'd made with love for him made him feel much more at peace. You shared the snacks you'd previously brought in while sipping your tea and enjoying the movie together.

The movie however, was rather long. And though it was good, that didn't help keep the two of you awake after a long day of work. You fell asleep in his arms probably just after halfway through the movie, and he fell asleep not long after.

Archie had made his way onto your lap by the time the movie credits rolled around and promptly curled up where he sat, glad that his wizards were home. The three of you stayed like this the rest of the night, in the company of each other and under the cover of bedsheets and artificial stars.

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