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awniie · 4 months

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Your husband Namani ୨ৎ ⠂°⠄🕯

little piece about namani kento as your smitten hubby (was supposed to be drabble + headcannons but i got a lil carried away)

(i gave up after a while but i wanted to post something)

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content: female!reader , light smut , p in v , housewife reader , lowercase + ass writing skills lmao , virgin!reader , not proof read , pathetic attempt at fluff

nanami kento who’d you married a couple months ago, and you couldn’t be happier with. He was your dream man, caring, loving thoughtful, and just perfect. The time you guys first interacted was something straight out of a christmas hallmark movie. You two met at a fancy restaurant that you worked at. He had been attending a business meeting that had been horribly dull until he laid his eyes on you. The way the work so dutifully for the large party, you seemed so outgoing and friendly. Never complaining nor making a single grimace. (because you knew they had money and you needed that extra tip ) Regardless, he had a respect for women who worked hard. Of course, the way your uniform skirt hugged at the swell of your thighs was attention-stealing enough. He’d had caught your eye as well. His honey-blonde hair, the size of his biceps, and his stoicism is what initially drew you in. “And what would you like to drink sir?” You asked him, voice sugared and smile perfected just for men like him. “W-water.” Kento stuttered, sharp eyes suddenly clouded, drifting over your smaller frame. He cleared his throat and straightened his tie. “Water, please.” He reiterated himself with a monosyllabic tone. Yeah, he was the one.

nanami kento worked up the nerves to write his number below the check signature. He handed the tray back to you, and cleared his throat as you noticed his number along with “come with me to dinner?” written in a neat cursive. You gave him a coy smile and tucked the note into the thin pocket of your apron. “I’d love too.” You told him, waving goodbye to the table. The blond found himself staring after you, warm blush dusted across his pale cheeks. The rest was history as they might say. You guys dating for a couple years, getting to know each other, discovering new things together, and building the blueprint of your upcoming future.

nanami kento who after marrying you, started to care less and less about his job. It was the sole thing he lived for before, taking up his time, energy and thoughts . But now his focus was elsewhere. It was on a woman who he’d met at a restaurant, a woman with her own identity with uniqueness interests and a personality that belonged solely to her. A woman he somehow manage to catch. You were the woman he would treat as his most prized possession, keeping his loving hold steady over you for as long as he could.

nanami kento who before you, woke up at 5; got dressed by 6 and was at work by 7 had tweaked his morning schedule to fit his now married life. He’d set his phone alarm to go off at 6, but would you blame him? He’d need the extra time to rot the morning away with his new wife :( You’d be pressed against his back, arms enclosed around his chest with your sleepy head neatly tucked into the warmth of his neck. He didn’t mind you being the bigger spoon, it just made getting up in the mornings so, so much harder. As he reluctantly tried to pry himself from your relentless grip, nanamni could feel your long, soft lashes flutter against his neck. “Namani…t’s too earlyyy…” you’d drawl, jaw heavy and mouth dry from your sleep. He’d pull himself away even harder, but you were strong and kept his large body flush against your smaller one. “i have to go work today…” he’d whisper to you, which he knew you were aware of this, it was just the routine you’d guys go through every morning. You didn’t respond to his comment, hoping it would mean he’d stay longer. Namani smiled and let you snuggle against him more. He knew how you were though, you’d be greedy for maybe another 10 minutes more before you felt guilty and release your relentless grip on him. “Fine, jus’ go to work.” You’d mutter, sleepy face creased into a bothered expression. Nanami got up from the bed, but not before wrapping the blanket around you and giving your temple a kiss.

nanami kento who would deal with all your troubles and tribulations. Whenever you were on your period, he was like your knight in shining armor (or in a blue collar button-up) the entire week, he’d make your favorite meals when he arrived home by 3:30. Namani would wrap you in as many blankets as you wanted, picking you up and gently placing you on the couch. If you wanted him to stay, he’d stay right by your side, rubbing your back and peppering your face with kisses until you fell asleep. other times you wanted to be left alone and if you did, he would move to a separate room in the cozy house you guys shared, doing laundry, cleaning or whatever domestic chores that would fill your day. After about an hour, you’d always feel lonely and cried from him to come hold you, which he would come running quickly to your aid. (Also to avoid finishing washing the dishes)

nanami kento who made it his life goal to be able to please and provide for you his wife. He convinced you to quit your job. “I rather have you making dinner for just me then a bunch of wealthy assholes.” Kento would comment. You liked being his little housewife who didn’t have much to do. You were both relatively neat people, so they’re wasn’t much cleaning to do. Which you did love to do was cook. Experimenting with recipes you found on Pinterest and surprising your husband when he got home. “Look what i made for dinner, creamy garlic pasta! I found the recipe on Pinterest and it thought you’d like it” You took him by his large forearm and lead him to the kitchen where you had two plates full of the pasta as well as a lit candle and twin drinks. To you, this was just a cozy dinner. For him it was the best way to be welcomed home after a stressful day of work. The amount of thought and time put into the meal was overwhelming to him and he almost shed a tear. When he didn’t say anything, you frowned and thought he didn’t like it. “Ken, is something wrong?” Your voice was shaky and your eyes glassy. Nanami snapped out of his head and took you into an embrace. “No, no. Nothings wrong love, just a little emotional.” You laughed, thinking it was funny how he got emotional over food, but you found it cute. “Let’s eat then now, okay dear?” He’d suggest, blushing at your giggles while pulling out the chair for you to sit in. Of course, in return for any errands or houseworks, Nanami would reward you in anything else. It was only fair, he thought. New clothes? He’d take you to the expensive outlet malls he knew you loved. A new hobby that you wanted to start? He’d pay for anything you’d need plus support you through it (even if you gave up after a month) he’d never bring up your failed ventures either, knowing that it brought you joy in the few moments and he lived for that. Whenever the daily life bored you, Nanami would take you out an adventures. Sometimes it was something as simple as visiting the local farmers market. Others were first class trips around the world. (Malaysia being his personal favorite.) Sometimes, people would make comments on how “he’s spoiling you too much” or “she’ll get bored of you eventually and move to the richer guy,” but Nanami brushed those words carelessly. “I’m not spoiling her,” he’d reply coolly . “I’m reimbursing her for all the work and time she puts into me. My wife does nice things for me, and I do nice things for her.”

namani kento who could please his wife in other ways as well. If there was one thing namani did efficiently was fcking you. You’d both waited until marriage and boy, was it worth it. Namami had the gift of duality when it came to pleasing you. From his mouth, he murmured praises and loving words into your ears. From his body, unrelenting and hungry thrusts assaults on your virgin pussy. Both such drastic differences from his stoicism.“Doing so good for me love, taking me so well.” He’d compliment you causally, as if he wasn’t pumping 8 inches into you. “N-nanami, t’s too much, slow down p-please..” you’d beg, salty tears streaming down your face unto your neck, where’d he’d kiss them away. Namanin never knew how much prettier you could be, especially all sweaty and teary-eyed, but that’s just more of an excuse to do this more often. He caressed your cheek, smiling faintly at your fcked-out expression. You were doing so good for him, especially for your first time, you were just having a little hiccups. “You can take it, cmon just hold out a little longer for me, please? I promise you’ll feel so, so good.” And he kept his promise. Not long after you felt a string being cut in your stomach, causing your voice to go up in octaves and your eyes to screw themselves shut. Your pussy was glistening, covering in your juices and his as well. He didn’t pull out of you yet, and you didn’t want him too. You wanted to savor the feeling of being completely full, of being connected in the deepest way possible with your other half. After what seemed like hours of and bodies melding together. Namani wiped away a single remaining tear and kiss you on your flushed lips.“See, told you it’d be worth it, you did so well. I love you so much y/n.”

“I l-love you too kento.”

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#that was kinda bad #i swear i write better jsjsjs #namani kento #kento x reader #jjk nanami #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #idk what else to tag #thanks for reading #jujutsu sorcerer #mordern au #jujutsu nanami #jjk x you #jjk #kento smut #nanami smut #jjk choso

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mykoreanlove · 8 months

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one of his girls

“Come on.. Come on.. Answer me.. I am going nuts without you here!” You were gazing at your phone with hawk-eyes. It remained silent, no matter how intensively you stared at it. You were desperately waiting for a message from your bestie, you needed her comforting words right now. You needed to hear her say that it was going to be okay. Because you felt far from that.

What got your panties in a bunch? Jungkook.

Or rather the lack of Jungkook, to be precise. You met him a couple of months ago on a dating app – both of you were looking for fun, nothing too serious so you gave it a shot. Both of you had ulterior motives though. You wanted to collect spicy experiences and live your femineity, whereas he wanted to find himself after his most recent breakup.

And it worked. He paid you attention, whispered loving compliments into your ear and fucked you properly until you forgot your name. You encouraged him to open up, to realize what he was made of and flattered his ego by showing interest in him. It was an intentional relationship which fulfilled its purpose. Until it didn’t.

He pulled back, became stingy with his attention until he grew completely silent on you. Instinctively, you tried to chase him but realized that he was done with you. He simply lacked the courage to tell you that. Once in a blue moon he contacted you, sex being his motif, but you ignored him, too hurt to even consider fucking him.

“He moved on. Why can’t you?”

Your friends were fed up with your whining about Jungkook. Why couldn’t you let him go? What was so captivating about him? What drew you to him even though he treated you like shit? You often asked yourself but never found a question. Your resentment towards him grew bigger, you started to slowly poison yourself. And that’s how you ended up in this situation.

Your ringing phone caught your attention. “Thank god, finally!” You picked up the phone, relief washing over you. “Thank god, you’re calling. I am going crazy here.”

“Y/N, what happened? Did you stalk his profile again?”

Shame flooded your whole being. Did you stalk his profile again? Of course, you did. You did so for the past few weeks only to realize that he had been updating his profile every other week. Small adaptions to his bio, the additions on his whereabouts or new thirst traps that made you press your legs together in frustration. Why had he had to be so handsome? Those damned dimples would make anyone fall in love with him.

You sighed defeatedly. “Yeah, I took a look at his profile. Again.” Your friend remained cool. “Did it help?” Her question caught you off guard as you expected her to get mad at you. “Did it help looking at his profile? Did you feel better?” You stayed quiet for a while until you answered her. “No. It makes me feel like shit.” “Why are you doing it then?” Excellent question, why were you? “I guess I am still trying to figure out what happened. I am too ashamed to ask him, so I stalk his socials in order to understand him. To understand whatever had happened between us…”

“Okay, I understand that. But let’s look at it objectively. He told you that he was looking for fun, right? He told you that he wanted nothing serious. And he behaved exactly like that. Yet, you can’t seem to accept that. Why is that?”

Memories of you and him clouded your mind. You thought about him lying on your lap and sharing his fears of ghosts with you. You thought about how he caressed your cheeks and told you how beautiful you were. You thought about him hugging you so tightly and planning future dates with you. You thought about him going down on you and praising your pussy. You thought about him being sulky because you had to visit your family and how he promised to send you many messages and pictures, because he would miss you so much. You thought about the last hug you shared with him under the stars.

Tears started to fall from your eyes as you tried to regain your composure. “I just don’t understand it. I know that he didn’t want to be in a relationship, but he only said that once and after that he behaved like we were going into one. He was so sweet and loving and affectionate. He shared his vulnerabilities with me, he asked about mine – he was truly making an effort to get to know me. And I started letting my walls down but then he just left? He just tossed me aside like I was nothing? Not even an explanation for all of this? And now he’s updating his profile all the time so obviously he’s out to get it. He’s probably fucking another girl as we speak.”

You took a deep breath. Even though it was weeks ago you still felt hurt. You tried moving on, you even kissed some guys, but you couldn’t get him out of your head. All your thoughts always came back to Jungkook.

“I am sorry that you had to go through this, Y/N. He truly didn’t handle this the best way. I want to ask you a question though. Are you devastated because of his actions or are you devastated because of the meaning you gave those actions?” You thought about it for a while. “Both?” Your friend chuckled. “You sure?”

“I am devastated because I thought he was a good guy. I thought we had potential, even if we started out like that. But now all I can think of is him fucking other girls. He turned out to be another fuckboy and I was just one of his stupid girls. I really believed I meant something to him. Like all those things that he said? About how special I was? And how he felt himself changing into a better version when he was with me? Fucking lies. Jungkook is a fucking liar. I bet he tells this to every girl, so that she spreads her legs for him.” You basically spat out those last sentences, your hurt transforming into anger.

“So, what does that say about you?” You were annoyed by her questions. You were in pain, and you wanted to be comforted, not psychoanalyzed. “That I am an innocent and I acted right and that he’s a giant dickhead?” Your friend chuckled again. “Sweety, don’t get mad at me. I want to help you. Want to know what I am thinking? I think you were not ready to fall in love. You still carry those old wounds within you, where you are too afraid to be hurt again. That’s the reason you fell for someone like Jungkook in the first place. Instead of being repelled by his boyish behavior, you are still pining over him. Why? Because you somehow feel that that is what you deserve. I do believe that he meant what he said – you are insightful and you sure as hell brought out a new side within him. One that is mature and deep and evolving. So, please trust that. However, he is not ready for that yet. He is not ready to face his demons and evolve, that’s why he probably ditched you. You made him face this shit, when all he wanted was to face pussy. And that’s the chase he’s on right now.”

You fell silent. Fuck, that made sense. A lot of sense actually. You hated every second of it though. A desperate sigh left your lips. “What am I to do? Help me, please. I don’t know how I can let go of him.”

Friends were a marvelous thing as they saw you for who you truly were. And loved you regardless. Especially those friends, that helped you face your shit instead of running away from it.

“Let’s close your eyes for a second.” You lay down on the floor and obliged. “Imagine you were the version of yourself you wanted to be. What do you see?” “I see myself holding hands with Jungkook and we’re happy and he’s my boyfriend and I-” “Fuck no, that was not my question. I asked you to think of yourself. YOURSELF. What do you see?”

You thought about this for a while. “I see myself being happy. In that version of myself I am confident and sexy, and I feel like a catch. I go through life and accomplish my biggest desires. I finally got that promotion; I started studying Italian and I plan to go on vacation with my family. I see myself as worthy of all of my desires. I see a dog, maybe a corgi. In that world I feel empowered and ready for love. I am with an amazing man, that worships the ground I am walking on. I feel whole and complete, like everything is working out for me. I am free from fear and wounds and shit. I am happy.” Visualizing that actually made you smile. It also made you realize how much time and energy you wasted on pining over Jungkook, a guy that clearly wasn’t a match to that reality.

“Don’t you think it would make sense to invest your energy into becoming that woman? The one that knows she deserves nothing but the best? The one that is worthy of love and intimate connections? Do you think that woman would be stalking dating profiles? Do you think she would be sad over someone that clearly doesn’t give a fuck about her? I’m not saying that Jungkook lied or used you or whatever, he is the only one that knows the truth about this. However, I want you to free yourself from that. Take it as a learning experience and move on. Use that power on you, create you Y/N. I promise things will turn out for the better. If he comes back? Great. If not? Great. Someone better will fill his place. Remember that cute barista you told me about? Tae something? Maybe it’s him. Maybe not, but that shouldn’t be your focus. Build yourself up my dear, let that boyish child do its own thing and focus on you. Can you do that?”

You were whiny. “I don’t know if I can.” “Think about her again. Think about Y/N 2.0. Do you think she could?” “Hell yeah, that bitch could do anything.” “Great, then tap into that energy. She lives within you, so naturally you can do this, too.”

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raainberry · 2 months

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Chocolate Heart

« A strong, sweet love. »

Dahyun x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - confessing to your crush on valentines day very rarely goes as planned anyway

wordcount - 3K

T/W - Food, young love, crushes all that good valentine’s stuff, soft cuss word

A/N - shoutout @saiiidahyunee its as long as it took for me to write about Dahyun im so sorry💀

“Congratulations!”

The cheerful word caused you nothing but chills and fright. You blinked at the two class presidents standing before you, grinning as though disturbing your nap was the most fun thing in the world.

“For what?” You mumbled half asleep. Unless you were out for months, it wasn’t your birthday yet. Neither had you accomplished anything worth celebrating.

“For possibly going on a date in the next few weeks!” One of them cheered once more while the other revealed a pen and paper from behind her back.

“What?”

The girl ignored the utter confusion on your face and shoved the pen into your hand before sliding the paper accross the table you were so comfortably napping on a minute ago.

“Do you have a crush?” Her co-president asked, and you could tell his tone went beyond the required professionalism. Just plain nosy.

You sighed as you finally realized what this ambush was about: the whole Valentines Day love campaign your school loved to put up every year in order to help fund whatever was in need.

The concept itself was fun and harmless: class presidents chasing their classmates down the halls, offering to confess to your crush for you in exchange of a couple bucks.

Deal of the year for a lot of high-schoolers, and it wasn’t even done badly. The whole thing was cute; a fresh, red rose they delivered anonymously on your behalf on D-Day. While they filled the school’s pockets, you got to see your crush smile at least once thanks to you. To a young teenager foolishly in love, the sight was priceless.

Even if you drew the shortest end of the deal—a.k.a your crush not giving a damn—they’d never know who it was from anyway. Saved you a lot of embarrassment, which in all honesty was just as priceless.

“No, I don’t have a crush.” You answered him, and the way his features noticeably fell was particularly satisfying.

“Do you now? Don’t you think we’re a little too old not to notice these things?” The girl wiped the small smirk off your lips and you blinked. “We’ve been in the same classroom all week for four years, we’ve seen the way you treat the new girl.”

The seat suddenly felt uncomfortable underneath your legs. “What does that even mean—I don’t treat her any different than I do you guys.” You chuckled, nerves unfortunately too clear for the guy not to revive his own hope.

“Sure you don’t.” The girl smiled, the pull at her lips borderline fake. “But you haven’t walked any of us home yet, have you?”

You shifted in your seat once more. “We happen to live in the same neighborhood. If you’re jealous just say that.”

The girl’s smile seemed to falter for a second, dropping only to stretch itself wider and brighter than before. You caught her clutching the small stack of paper tighter against her chest, causing you to knit your eyebrows together.

You weren’t oblivious. At least not more than she claimed herself to be. You had your fair share of secret admirers across the years, a few roses sent your way; but it was no secret that you never pulled on any of the strings thrown your way by the bravest of them.

“As if.” She shrugged off and you nodded, appreciating how she stuck to her role.

There was never any want nor need on your end. A relationship was never an idea on your mind, but it doesn’t mean you couldn’t and didn’t have a harmless thing for someone here and there.

All unrequited, as per the majority of high-school love, but you managed to find the fun of it. Silly jokes and random eye-contact rushes were satisfying enough.

Until she came along.

“Anyway—”

“So do you like her or not?” The boy cut her off, saving you both from an uncomfortable moment only to send the three of you into a silence of that same nature.

You hoped your lack of answers would get them off your back, but the longer it lasted, the more it proved their suspicions to be right.

You could see the delight on the boy’s features grow as much as the frown on the girl’s. You ignored the latter for as long as it took for her to cover it up before she tapped the paper in front of you.

“It’s our last year.” She spoke up. Her voice was softer than you were used to. It caught you off guard. “You might regret not participating at least once.”

Whatever, you thought, looking down at all the names already written down. Might as well, she won’t know anyway.

You gripped the pen, following your hand as your fingers painted the name of the girl you’d come to care so much about.

Kim Dahyun - Senior Class B

“Here.” You slammed the pen against the table. “Happy?”

“The two dollars.”

You looked up at them and sighed once more.

“Kind of a scam but okay…” You mumbled, reaching into your pockets for the remaining change of your allowance.

The bill was inconvenient. Sure it wasn’t much, but when you’ve been cut off for the next two months because of a silly prank… Might as well say you’d bet your whole fortune on this crush. It sounded cool anyway. Your grandkids would eat this up.

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Valentine came around quick, and you spent all day watching people receive roses in all corners of the school.

Young love filled the air, time was nothing if not stuck in this carefree atmosphere roaming with still naive and hopeful spirits. As much as you would have liked to be cool about it all, you weren’t an exception. You couldn’t help but wonder whether Dahyun had received hers or not.

Maybe in sixty years you’ll probably laugh at the memory, but in the moment it didn’t feel half as funny.

From eight in the morning, all you could do was stress over whether she’d accept it or not. Would she even like it? If she had, did she smile as brightly as you wanted her to? Had it made her as happy as you hoped? Granted she wouldn’t know who it was from, but you hoped the gesture would actually make her smile. Your heart couldn’t stay still in your chest, eager yet nervous to see her.

You waited all day to see her, looking out at every corner of each room and hallway you walked in for a glimpse of her pretty, dark and long hair, fair skin, and cute nose appreciating whatever scent was left of that cheap flower.

By 4pm, she was still nowhere to be seen. Was she avoiding you? Did she even get that dang flower?

The bell rung the end of your last classes for the day, and you took out your frustrations out on your poor locker. You hadn’t opened its door this aggressively since you got detention for sleeping in class. Something very infuriating in failing at what you usually master.

Whatever, at least you helped the school.

You got your bag off your shoulder, glancing inside the locker for your books only to find… a rose? Had she sent it back to you?

You winced at the thought, the pinch in your heart taking you by surprise.

So this is heartbreak…, you sighed reaching for the flower. If that wasn’t painful enough, one of the thorns poked your finger and you almost laughed at life’s comedic timing.

You watched the small wound on your skin as it reddened slowly. It’ll heal fast enough. Couldn’t say the same for the one in your chest though.

This was the stupidest idea ever, why did you even give in to their pressure…

You wiped your finger on your shirt, a small stain you’d come to regret later but held very little importance in your eyes when a small card fell to the ground.

The book you’d grabbed felt heavier with each second you took to identify where it had come from. The only logical answer was your locker, but how had you not noticed it?

Shoving the homework material in your bag, you bent down to pick it up before closing your locker. Your eyes were glued to the writing on the folded paper, widening as all sense suddenly hit you.

Your name… the careful and precise calligraphy… The rose… It was her.

Maybe she hadn’t given the flower back to you. Or maybe she did, but her gesture meant something entirely different.

Your fingers were hesitant on the card’s edges, grazing and ghosting papercuts as you gathered enough strength and composure to open it.

You pulled out what you had rightly guessed as a letter, handwritten by the cutest of them all. Your eyes were eager at the thought of unveiling her thoughts, brushing past every single one of her words before finding the ones you wanted to see the most.

« I hope you actually like me, Y/n. You’ll regret it if you don’t. »

Okay, maybe this wasn’t the way you’d wanted them, but it was enough to pull a giggle out of you. It was a running joke, it was known across the school how no one should mess with her. Rumors of her song at the talent show being about an ex, those did a great job at spreading the word. Whether or not they were true, her songwriting was good enough of a threat for anyone who might have dared to.

Judging on the speed of your heart alone, she had nothing to worry about in that regard. Her written confession had you a mess, you couldn’t wait to meet her for more.

You wanted to hear her say all those things to you. How she liked your eyes whenever they were on her. How she liked your smile whenever you tried to see hers. How she liked your laugh whenever you tried to hear hers. How she fell for you and could only hope you’d catch her.

You were soon running through the streets, rose in hand as you ran past people, leaving bits and pieces of that love and hope behind for the nosiest of them.

You sprinted to the nearest park, the one you usually parted ways at on your way home from school. Why didn’t she wait for you today? It would have saved you the extra gym class.

“Dahyun!” You yelled, way too loud for the remaining distance separating you from her, but at least you caught her attention.

The way she turned around… You could have tripped at how beautiful it all was; the scenery that drew itself around her.

The grass looked beautiful, fresh and green at her feet as if her standing there only did the opposite of killing it. The sky, the clouds, the sun all indecisive over the weather, like her presence was enough to throw them off balance. Only the wind seemed to stand its ground, carrying those dark strands of hers as gently as it could. A present for you, offering you a chance to picture her perfect charm in your mind.

It was an instant, she turned to answer your call and faced you with eyes as sweet as ever while your lungs fought to keep themselves and yourself alive a little longer. Breathtaking had just taken a whole new meaning.

You could only hope it felt as cinematic on her end, but the way she laughed into the wind, carrying the sound all the way to your ears as you ran towards her significantly reduced that hope by at least 50%.

Oh, well. At least you made her smile.

“Is this yours?” You asked, holding up the rose as you slowed down, finally close enough to her.

You waited for her answer, breathless as you took great care in stopping before bumping into her. You made sure to leave enough space in between the two of you, but the air that filled it was suddenly heavy with anticipation.

“No.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. There went that pinch in your chest again. This wasn’t something you wanted to get used to. “What?”

“I think it’s yours.” She said, pulling out another one from her back. “This one’s mine.”

“Wh—Huh?” You grimaced, eyebrows furrowing together as you glanced back and forth between the two roses. “Then what’s this?”

“I guess someone has a crush on you.” She said, her voice soft. You barely heard it, but the slight loss of light in her eyes was enough to make you piece it together.

She wasn’t joking around. She really wasn’t the one who’d put that rose your locker.

“Oh.” A nervous chuckle escaped you as you glanced at the rose. You had an idea as to who it was from, but you couldn’t care less at the moment. You weren’t going to let this ugly miscommunication ruin your chances. “Well, here. Two for one.”

You handed her the rose in hopes of bringing back the glow that suited her features so well. It was never too long until you managed to do so, and this time was no exception.

“Are you seriously recycling someone’s love right now?” She chuckled and you shrugged. You actually were thinking of it as a proof of only having eyes for her, but alas…

“You’re never too green for the planet.” You joked out of habit. “It’s the least I can do to thank her for these beautiful flowers.”

“For the planet.” She nodded, grabbing the stem carefully as to not hit any of its thorns. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” You smiled, and the heavy air turned awkward.

You eyed the space in between, making out every single unspoken word in the short yet frightening distance. Both of you were aware of them now, yet neither dared to cross it.

“Why didn’t you buy me one?” You asked, suddenly curious. If she had planned to confess today of all days, it only seemed logical for her to do so.

“I did. Just not the ones from school.” She said, bringing up the small gift bag she’d been holding on all this time.

Your face lit up and you stepped forward to look inside, something that made Dahyun’s heart pick up the pace. “Oh my gosh, you did!”

How lovely was your smile from up close. Overwhelmingly so. “I made you some chocolates too.” She mumbled as you struggled to keep still.

“No way!” You held onto the baby sized rose in your hand, digging inside the bag with the other to pull the small box at the bottom. “You didn’t…”

Dahyun only nodded, hiding herself behind the sudden need to tell you all about the day she’d spent planning her small confession.

You smiled all the way down to your heart, listening to every one of her words. She’d spent a whole afternoon in the kitchen to make sure everything came out perfect. Her evening was spent writing out her feelings for you, erasing and rewriting every word as she tried to find the right ones only to spend her night tossing and turning in her sheets, nervous and excited about sharing it all with you today.

“Dahyun they’re so good, thank you so much.” You hummed as you tasted one of her chocolates. “Did you have some?”

Dahyun only giggled, glancing down at the ground to avoid your playful ones. It never lasted too long though, only a second as she couldn’t fight the way her eyes were so easily drawn to you.

“Here have one.” You offered, holding what seemed to be a dark chocolate one to her lips. “Come on.” You insisted when you noticed she was hesitant, which only lead you to a playful fight as she resisted you trying to feed it to her. “Please enjoy it! You did all this for me, and I only got you a cheap flower, how does that make me look?”

“I don’t know.” She laughed as your hold on her loosened, defeated. “I mean…”

You cleared your throat at the sudden feeling of your arm around her waist.

“Right now you’re looking very pretty.”

Maybe it was the proximity that reassured her; that gave her enough confidence to confess those thoughts of you. How close you were to her, it felt as though you could only catch her if she jumped that distance.

So she did. She jumped, but failed to close it. Her lips were still and shy near your own, so you brought a hand up to her chin, guiding her towards the smile she’d caused.

Again, it was only an instant. A soft press of your lips, capturing each other’s in a gentle and warm feeling you discovered for the first time together.

It was funny, how she could taste the sweet chocolate on your lips despite herself. And not to pat her own back, but she did a great job.

It was addicting.

Or was it your lips? She couldn’t quite tell just yet, but surely she’ll have time to figure that out.

“So you knew?” You grinned, unable to hold back the happiness you felt.

Dahyun nodded, pressing her lips together as a sign of nerves still high. “Did you know too? About me?”

“Well, I definitely do now.” You chuckled, pulling away to hold her card up, still smiling at the words it contained. She blushed at the same thoughts. “You’re a very talented writer, Dahyun. You make me sound much better than I actually am.”

You joked yet again, suddenly remembering your beloved “class-clown” title. You weren’t exactly proud of it, but you did take pride in bringing joy into this class. That’s what made you so popular, what allowed you to break out of your own shell and make friends with about anyone.

“No. That’s just how good you are to me.”

You took care in making sure no one was ever left behind, especially the quiet and smart ones like Dahyun—often despite themselves—by pulling everyone and anyone into your banter.

As the new kid, Dahyun purposely sought a lack of attention. She kept to herself, but you caught her laughing along with everyone. Maybe that’s exactly what caught your attention at first, and you were surprised she didn’t push you away the first time you approached her.

That’s what usually happens when an academic ace and a class clown are paired together.

“Glad my efforts didn’t go unnoticed.”

“I mean, it was hard not to notice them…”

#dahyun x reader #twice x reader #twice imagines #twice dahyun #kim dahyun #dahyun imagines

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smartycvnt · 4 months

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Inked

Title: Inked

Pairing: Dominik Mysterio x Reader

Summary: Dom surprises Ash with a tattoo.

Word Count: 708

Warnings: none

"Alright man, you are all done." Dom slowly stood as his tattoo artist moved away from him. Dom looked proudly at the new piece he had picked out to represent his feelings for Ash. She loved his tattoos, and just a few weeks earlier had jokingly drawn that design on him with a sharpie. All Dom had done was have his artist make a different version of that to actually tattoo on his skin.

"Thank you man. I can't even begin to tell you how much this means. Ash is going to love it," Dom said. He gave the man a quick hug as he went up to finish the payment. It would be a little while before Ash would be able to see it, but Dom was certain that she would absolutely love it.

The few days that Dom was away with The Judgement Day doing shows was like hell for him. He just wanted to go home and show Ash his new tattoo. Especially once the other guys started to rip on him for being such a sap. They couldn't believe that Dom still acted like such a softie after going his rounds with Rhea.

Dom didn't mind their teasing. He loved Ash, and Ash loved him. If there was one thing that Dom knew for sure, it was that he was going to marry Ash one day. That was the woman that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, so he had to treat her right.

There was just enough time between Dom getting his tattoo and seeing Ash again for him to wonder if she would think it was stupid. He was nervous as he walked up to their house. They had only just moved in with each other a few months ago. They were still just dating, and Dom didn't even know if Ash felt as strongly for him as he did for her. That wouldn't matter though because Dom wasn't sure that it was possible for anybody to love someone else as much as he loved Ash.

"Honey, I'm home!" Dom called out as he pushed his way through the front door with his suitcase. Ash was sitting on the couch playing a video game, but she immediately paused it and set the controller down to go over to him. Dom dropped his bags at his feet to wrap his arms around Ash for a hug. Ash pressed a couple of kisses to the side of his jaw before backing away just enough to give him a kiss on the lips.

"I've got something to show you," Ash told him. Dom's interest was definitely piqued, but not quite enough for him to forget about his own surprise for Ash. "It seems a little extreme, but I was going stir crazy and was planning on getting something done anyway."

"Oh?" Dom placed his hand on the bottom of his shorts, fiddling with the hem. "I have a surprise for you too."

"Well, you can go first," Ash said. She leaned against the back of the couch and watched Dom slowly lift up the bottom of his shorts to reveal a tattoo on his thigh. Ash looked at it for a moment before she broke out into a huge smile. "Is that the one I drew on you?"

"Yeah, it is," Dom confirmed sheepishly. Ash jumped up into his arms and pressed several kisses to his face. "I take it that you like it?"

"I love it. It's so much better than the one I got for you," Ash said. She pulled her sweatpants down just enough to reveal a skull wearing a purple bandana over the lower part of its face with a 'D' carved into its forehead.

"That's for me? That's awesome," Dom said. He dropped down to his knees to get a better look at the new tattoo. Ash let her hand fall onto the top of his head, running her fingers through his hair as he took in every little detail of her tattoo that he could. "I love it. I love you."

"I love you too." Ash smiled down at Dom, and in that moment, knew she would never love another person like she loved him.

#my writing #one shot #dominik mysterio x reader #dominik mysterio #dom mysterio x reader #dom mysterio #wwe x reader #wwe

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soulkeeper801 · 1 year

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New Girl - Twice Dahyun

Requested: Can you write dahyun x fem!reader where the reader is a new student and Dahyun has a crush on the reader and Dahyun tries to court her and after a few months, the finally start to date?

Fluff

Dahyun x f!reader ft. Michaeng

Words: 2.4k

A/N: I wrote something like this a while ago, so if you think this looks familiar, it was me!

Also, first time writing for Dahyun!

“Do you really need to do all of that?” Chaeyoung whispered, finishing some details on yet another sketch she drew in her history book. “The classes are still a month away, you’re gonna have plenty of time to prepare”.

The girl sitting across the table didn’t even raise her gaze to look at Chaeyoung. She knew her best friend wasn’t fond of studying so she made the extra effort to make summaries for the both of them.

“I like when things look pretty,” she simply answered.

Chaeyoung smiled at such an expected reply. There wasn’t a single semester that they didn’t have pretty notes to study from.

However, on that particular Friday afternoon in the library, Chaeyoung was getting bored.

“Can’t we go take a walk? A pause for you to come back filled with creativity to keep making your study notes?”

Dahyun chuckled at the effort. “Be honest, do you really just want to go for a walk?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Chaeyoung chuckled. “Well maybe we can go for a snack too, maybe tteokbokki, maybe soju…”

“It’s 3pm, Chae!” the older girl shook her head, suppressing a smile but grabbing all of her stuff and putting it in her backpack.

“So that’s a yes?” the other girl asked, her face lighting up at the sound of a possible dinner in her near future.

“Let’s go!” Dahyun said, getting a glare from the library lady who gestured to her to stay quiet.

“Wait,” Chaeyoung called as they were leaving the library. “I forgot my wallet”.

Dahyun rolled her eyes, “alright, I’ll treat you this time”.

“No, no!” the shorted girl replied, moving her hands fast as if she wanted to keep that idea out of Dahyun’s mind, “let me go to my dorm and get it, I’ll be here in a minute, I promise!”

As soon as the words left her mouth, she was already on her way running towards the room the shared.

Dahyun sighed at the action and leaned against the wall to wait for her friend. She didn’t have any trouble paying for the food, but Chaeyoung insisted on going back for her stuff.

She took out her phone and scrolled for a bit, focusing her attention on a couple of videos that were shared by her friends. However, when she lifted her gaze, she wasn’t sure if her eyes were okay.

Since when does the university admit angels as students?

For less than five seconds, Dahyun’s gaze followed a new girl who was hurriedly making her way towards the library.

She was the prettiest girl she had ever seen.

The girl went into the library and Dahyun’s feet instinctively walked towards her. She wanted to know her name, but as soon as she saw her a group of new students also arrived at the place, making Dahyun lose the new girl in the crowd.

“Here,” Chaeyoung said, startling Dahyun, “let’s eat now. I’m almost dying!”

Dahyun nodded, still wondering when would be her next lucky chance to see that girl. After all, the university was big enough to see someone only once.

Looking at the calendar, Chaeyoung sighed, “Tomorrow is Tzuyu’s birthday, what are we going to do?”

“I don’t know,” Dahyun replied, “probably getting together with the girls, eating something and then drinking a lot”.

“I like that idea,” Chaeyoung grinned, “you should be our party planner from now on”.

Dahyun threw her a pillow, “good night”.

The next morning they made their way to the supermarket and bought enough food and drinks for the girls and some guests that they could bring. It was supposed to be a small gathering in the cafeteria as they used to do every birthday.

Once everything was settled, Jeongyeon was the first one to arrive.

“Hey,” Jeongyeon said, while looking at the door, as a girl made her way in, “this is my friend, she just got admitted to our department”.

“Sorry to crash, I bought beer to compensate,” you said with a shy smile, hoping your presence wouldn’t bother them.

Dahyun’s jaw dropped to the floor, what were the chances?!

“I’m Chaeyoung, nice to meet you”.

“Dahyun,” she simply said, since she couldn’t believe you were the girl she saw the day before. The girl that left her speechless and she thought would never see again.

As you were about to sit, your phone rang and you excused yourself to go out and answer.

When you were out of the cafeteria, Chaeyoung didn’t miss the chance to tease Jeongyeon about it.

“Nice!” she said, showing her thumbs up towards the older girl who just chuckled.

Dahyun’s heart ached. She wasn’t going to get in the middle if Jeongyeon had already made a move.

“No, no,” Jeongyeon said as if she could read Dahyun’s mind, “she’s just a friend”.

“Yeah, right,” Chaeyoung replied.

“I’m serious, it’s not what you think. Just a friend”. The older girl smiled since she was just stating the truth about her new friend.

Dahyun was relieved.

“Sorry,” you got into the room again, “it was my friend. She’s coming over too. No problems, right?”

“The more, the merrier,” Jeongyeon smiled as they fell into a conversation.

As people kept arriving, you and Jeongyeon took seats in front of Chaeyoung and Dahyun. An empty space next to your seat made Dahyun want to pretend to go to the bathroom just to come back and sit there.

“There she is,” you said, waving towards the new girl who just arrived. “This is Mina,” she introduced as everyone greeted her.

But Dahyun’s attention was only on you and the way you were making her heart flutter.

As Tzuyu arrived, they started opening the bottles of beer and soju that were on the table.

“Are you strong?” Mina asked in a defiant tone.

“Of course, I am!” Chaeyoung answered, ready for whatever was going to happen.

The older girl poured a glass of soju in front of her, “one shot”.

Chaeyoung grinned and obeyed, “easy”.

Dahyun rolled her eyes, she knew that at the end of the night she was going to drag her drunk roommate towards her room and tug her to bed. Not the first time something like that happened.

As she laughed about what they were doing, she noticed you grinning too.

“So…” she said, trying to catch your attention, “what department were you in before transfering?”

Finally, those mesmerizing eyes focused on Dahyun, “oh, I actually was in Performing Arts but ended up changing to Music since Mina and I have been talking about it for a while now”

“You’ll make an amazing musician,” Dahyun blurted out suddenly, making you smile at the honesty caused by the alcohol.

“How do you know that?”

“I can see the future and your future is very bright,” she replied, trying to play it cool but failing miserably.

You chuckled since you found it adorable.

Too much to Dahyun’s fluttered heart.

“Why don’t we dance?!” Mina stood up, clearly tipsy, taking Chaeyoung’s hand in hers and dragging her to the center of the room, “turn up that music!”

“Party girls,” Dahyun chuckled, making you smile.

“You don’t dance a lot?”

“I like dancing, but it isn’t like I’m always on it,” she answered, her eyes never leaving the drunk couple dancing. Some of their friends followed them.

You turned your head to look at her.

“Won’t you dance?”

Dahyun blushed, “I don’t dance…”

“Come on,” you stood up, offering your hand, “You’re not going to reject me, are you?”

Never.

As the night went on, everyone was wasted. They had a lot to drink and the music was loud. It was one of those nights that were better than expected.

“Yeorobun~,” Chaeyoung sang, clearly drunk, with a cup of soju on her hand and Mina wrapped on her other arm, “arigatou gozaimasu~,” she said in Japanese with a heavy accent.

“They are so drunk,” you chuckled as people kept laughing with them.

“Yeah, they are…”

You stood up and looked for your purse while Dahyun tried to think about a way to make you stay.

“Shouldn’t we let them be? It seems like they are having fun”.

Both girls were giggling at each other with stupid smiles on their faces, mumbling things.

“I don’t know. What if tomorrow she gets mad at me for letting her be drunk with a stranger?”

“Chaeyoung is a nice girl, nothing to worry about”.

You still seemed doubtful.

“Yah! Y/N!!” Mina yelled, walking towards you and almost falling.

“Hey, are you okay?” you asked, patting the chair next to you asking Mina to sit.

“Never been better,” your friend answered, giving a look to Dahyun and whispering in your ear, “she’s cute”.

You blushed, “are you ready to go?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“Yeah, I want to sleep already,” she said, her eyes partly open because of the alcohol.

“Told you she wanted to go,” you turned to Dahyun and smiled.

Dahyun couldn’t wish for anything but seeing your smile again.

“So are you leaving?”

“Yeah, let’s go, Minari,” you said, but got no answer. “Gosh, she’s asleep!”

Dahyun chuckled, “maybe we should carry her to your room. Can I help?”

You nodded and Dahyun wrapped her arms around the sleeping girl. Just as she was about to lift her, Chaeyoung appeared.

“Hands off my girl!” she shouted, as drunk as Mina.

“Shut up, Chae. You’re drunk”.

“I will carry her,” she said, pushing Dahyun aside and lifting Mina herself, “she’s my woman”.

Dahyun couldn’t believe it. Chaeyoung wasn’t that strong, yet she seemed comfortable carrying her.

“Are you sure you can carry her?” you asked, worried if she would let Mina fall.

You only got a nod for an answer, “can you come with us?” you asked, blushing again and speaking faster, “j-just in case she can’t take Mina upstairs”.

“Sure,” Dahyun smiled and followed both girls who were way ahead of them.

Once in their room, Chaeyoung placed Mina on the bed and left a kiss on her forehead.

“My job is done here,” she said, almost falling on her way back to the door.

“Thank you for bringing her here,” you said, but Chaeyoung had already gone.

“She’s so drunk,” Dahyun chuckled.

You chuckled too and your gazes met when the chuckles disappeared.

“I’m so glad I met you,” Dahyun said, not breaking eye contact.

“Me too”.

“Will I see you again?”

“Probably,” you gave her a flirty smile. “I’ll be around. I hope I can see you again”.

“We should go out some time,” Dahyun dared to say, gaining a blush from you.

“I’d love that”.

You smiled at each other in silence until Dahyun bid a goodbye.

“Geez, my head”.

Dahyun was already up and changing her clothes when Chaeyoung woke up.

“Are you okay? You were pretty drunk yesterday”.

“I know, I don’t remember a lot”.

Dahyun laughed, “Son Chaeyoung! How can you not remember?”

“Why?” the shorter girl sat up straight with a mortified look on her face, “what did I do?”

“You met this girl and called her your woman,” she answered, still laughing.

Chaeyoung threw herself back to the bed, “Ah… Mina…”

“So you remember her…” Dahyun teased.

"She was so pretty, I wanna see her again!”

Dahyun threw her a pillow, “who are you and what have you done with my Chaeyoung?!”

“Your Chaeyoung?” the still sleepy girl asked, “shouldn’t you ask your Y/N?”

“Oh, come on…” Dahyun said, a smile growing on her face unconsciously.

As both girls finished breakfast, they headed towards the lobby where the classroom numbers would be published.

“Come on,” Chaeyoung said to herself, “We have to be in the same class!”

She ran towards the board and looked for their names.

Son Chae Young – Room 304

Kim Da Hyun – Room 304

“We're together!” she said, gesturing her best friend to see it.

But her eyes went back to the board as she remembered someone.

Myoui Mina – room 304

A huge smile was plastered on her face.

“Why are you smiling like that?” Dahyun asked as she got to the board and looked for her own name, “hey we’re together!”

“That’s what I told you,” Chaeyoung answered, “Mina is in our class too”.

“Oh, that’s why you were smiling like a creep”.

She got hit on her arm by her friend, but immediately searched for a name on the lists.

Y/LN Y/N – room 304

“Now who’s the creep?” Chaeyoung asked her, smirking.

“Hey girls,” a voice called from behind, startling both girls, “are these the names list?”

“Yeah, I’m in the 304, you?” Dahyun asked, pretending not to know it.

Chaeyoung rolled her eyes.

“I’m in the 304, too!” you said, smiling, “Mina too. This is great!”

“Seems like we’re going to be classmates,” Chaeyoung said, “I’m also in the 304”.

“Oh really?” You asked, “Mina will be glad to know it”.

“Will she?” Chaeyoung asked, raising her eyebrows.

“Yeah… she told me she wanted to talk with you but she didn’t have a way to contact you. She’s in our room, you can go now if you want”.

Chaeyoung didn’t need to be told twice as she made her way towards Mina.

“It hit her hard,” Dahyun chuckled as she saw her friend disappearing.

“Yes, both of them. They would look cute together”.

“So we will see each other really often then,” Dahyun said, smiling at you.

You returned her smile, “really often”.

You both stayed in silence. Dahyun didn’t know how to let you know that she wanted to spend more time with you.

“I think I should go now,” you said, “I’ll see you later, Dahyun”.

Dahyun just nodded and saw how you walked away.

“Y/N!” she shouted without thinking.

You turned around and looked at her, “yes?”

Dahyun panicked, “I-I…” she sighed. “Can I be bold and tell you something?” she asked, getting closer to you and looking straight to your eyes.

“Go on”.

She inhaled a lot of air and sighed, “I like you”.

Your eyes never broke contact.

“Oh… well,” you said, getting closer to Dahyun, “I think we would look even cuter together,” you whispered shyly and left a kiss on Dahyun’s cheek.

Dahyun held her breath as you stepped back and gave her the most beautiful smile she had ever seen.

“I’ll see you around,” you said, walking towards the cafeteria.

“L-Let me treat you to lunch!” Dahyun shouted, feeling nervous out of nowhere.

You turned around again and offered your hand, which Dahyun gladly took, “let’s go!”

#twice x f!reader #twice x reader #twice imagine #twice fluff #dahyun x reader #dahyun x f!reader #dahyun fluff #requests #soulkeeper801

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velvetwyrme · 10 months

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Ever wondered what the fictional protagonists of Distilling Destiny might look like? Well, here's my interpretation ;>!!

If you don't know what Distilling Destiny is, I suggest you go read Flipping Fate- the fanfic I'm co-writing :>! It's a fake book that exists within the world of FF- written by the one and only Stretch! (or, in real life: @collegecomics18 ;D)

(Additional notes and thoughts under the cut!)

There's no "canon" design for these characters, but I thought it'd be fun to try come up with some concepts :>! I actually drew these months ago with a gap between finishing each, so they all look slightly different stylistically lol

First off! Each design is associated with a playing card suit; the Knight is associated with HEARTS (♥️) , the Soothsayer with DIAMONDS (♦️) , and the Bard with CLUBS (♣). Not only can this be seen in small details, but also in their overall poses/shapes!

The shapes also correlate very neatly into the idea that all the characters are from different kingdoms- I would have tried to differentiate each kingdom's clothing style a bit more buuuuut that's... a lot of work, and we only really see a couple characters from each kingdom, so I just stuck with making each character feel distinct.

One thing I also tried to go for was making all of them "faceless" in various ways, since the characters in Distilling Destiny are embodied by their roles in a way that effectively strips them of any further identity; during the book club, the DD!characters are referred to as they are in the book- they HAVE no names, and are only referred to by their titles. They are also meant to correlate to/reflect the characters of Flipping Fate in a not-very subtle way, on account of Stretch being the author (and... [REDACTED]).

The Knight's armour references a LOT of things. Obviously, OG Papyrus' battle body (even his little blue shorts ;>), but the red plume on his helmet is meant to call back to Undyne, and some of the golden bits (e.g on the back of his gauntlets) are not only "heart" shaped, but are also reminiscent of tridents and thus Asgore and the Royal Guard.

The Soothsayer's clothes are patterned with diamonds and coins- they are both a connection to the reader/MC, but also!!! In tarot the "matching" suite for diamonds would be coins/pentacles :]!! The Bard's pipe is a fantasy equivalent of his FF counterpart's bad habits, and his blue accents are meant to be a small nod toward his brother LOL.

Anyway, this is already long as heck so why not make it longer! So here are the sketches that I did back in….. SEPTEMBER 2022?? kjdhfkjsf

You can see the original sketch for the Bard is much smaller than the other two since I did it while I was at work LMAO (plus the initial idea for the Knight I had, which ended up getting changed.)

Thank you for reading! If you got all the way down here, you probably deserve a little treat ;)!

So!! I mentioned at the beginning that each of the characters correspond to a card suit... which of course, means there is a spade as well.

(The only reason he's not in this lineup is because I haven't finished drawing him yet kjhfjgkjgkjfhgdskjg,,)

#do i tag this as undertale.#??????? like... technically?#HOW THE FUCK DO I TAG. FANART FOR A FAKE BOOK WITHIN A FANFIC? (where the book characters are meant to parallel the fanfic characters)#my art #flippingfate #distillingdestiny #i am DD's biggest fan uwu #ff extras #holy shit thank you past me for actually putting image descriptions #the one good thing about leaving things in my drafts. i return to them a lot for editing lmao

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anti-catradora-collection · 1 month

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my entire experience with C//A and how i became an anti

(this is just my personal experience!!!)

i watched spop for the first time when I was around 12 years old. and I must admit: like most of the public, i LOVED catra//dora. i already knew that they would become canonical, and i watched the entire show with the mindset of "catra will change, everything will be fine".

it was like that for years. i was completely blinded by the narrative created in spop, and i didn't see any problem with the way catra treated adora (and even found some abusive scenes "hot/spicy"). i already drew them, i already bought one of the spop books...

but everything started to change when i watched spop with my mom. i was so excited because my mother had agreed to watch a cartoon with a lot of representation with me... but she hated the end of the cartoon. she and i even argued about it. not just because it was a lesbian couple (she's homoph0bic), but because i was refusing to see how bad representation in spop was. she said something like "didn't she (catra) tried to kill her (adora)?". and then i'd become speechless or say something like "yeah, but she (catra) changed!!!".

honestly, i should apologize to my mother for making her watch and swallow something that only pushed her more towards the side of prejudice.

(i'm not saying that my mother is right to be homoph0bic, i'm just saying it's clear that she has a different mindset than me, for example.)

some time after that (I believe 2 years later), i was browsing youtube when i saw a video with the title "catra mistreating adora for 16 minutes" (if I'm not mistaken, it was 16 minutes). it was made by captain konami, who deleted their channel some months ago.

after some time avoiding it, i went into the video expecting it to be some clickbait, but no, it really was a video arguing and showing all the abusive moments of catra with adora. this weighed on my mind, i didn't want to accept it so i just ignored it.

however, i went back to the video some time later out of curiosity to see the comments, and to my surprise, i came across a masterpost of counterarguments against catra//dora. here are the screenshots:

it made a lot of sense to me. again, i didn't want to believe it, but it made too much sense. i searched for more texts and evidence of catra's abuse towards adora, and, after months in denial, i was able to accept and change the mindset i had been cultivating for so many years.

i decided that i wanted more people to see the truth and so I created a twt account, another account on tiktok (in brazilian portuguese) and after some time i also created this blog to spread the word. honestly, it was the best thing i did in this fandom.

not only did i raise awareness about different forms of abuse, i also felt much better about my understanding of the catra//dora relationship. It was even liberating. ever since what happened between me and my mother, i knew something was wrong, but i refused to see the truth.

i feel so much better now that i've accepted it.

#spop discourse #spop salt #spop critical #spop criticism #anti catradora #anti spop #anti c//a #anti c/a #spop #she ra

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velvetlilacsdaisies · 1 month

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Flames & Weapons pt. ii

OC!Fem!Reader x Garrick Tavis, OC!Fem!Reader x Bodhi Durran

Word count: 4k

Synopsis: What happens when you attend Basgiath war college as an infantry cadet with your lover, your ride or die best friend and your twin brother? Alot of fucking shit. Follow the story of our oc’s Allie Henrick and Katia Lalley as their bond of friendship remains strong as their dynamics of life change around them. What happens when they meet two fellow first year riders in their first year? Will their world change forever? Then again nothing can be as expected in war college. Stay tuned as our oc's become badass infantry cadets.

Warnings: drinking, swearing, fighting, mentions of blood, non canon shenanigans

A/n: welcome to part 2! This shall be a treat for @garricks4thwingqueen to wake up to bc she had no idea I was posting this today 🤭 I had a week from hell at work, and made up for it by sleeping for 17 hours 🤩 (I could honestly sleep longer). Anyway i love writing this series and can’t wait to get to the other parts Al has drafted! I hope you guys enjoy part 2!! Comments, likes, reblogs are always appreciated to us! 🩷

Allie’s POV

I promised myself I wasn't going to cry over his ass," I grumbled, furiously wiping my cheeks.

"Look at it this way." He said with a smirk on his face. “We don’t have to act like his jokes are funny anymore.”

I looked up at him, puzzled. He still held on to me, but I couldn’t find the nerve or sensibility to pull away. “His jokes weren’t funny?”

He cringed, “you thought so?” He let one of his arms slip from my waist and rub the back of his neck. “I didn’t know where the punchline began or where it ended.” I pondered on what he said. A lot of Zach’s jokes were childish and it was more funny to watch him sputter an explanation to his jokes.

“They were…alright.” I decided. That had been one of the biggest reasons I liked Zach admittedly at first, he made me laugh like no other. Compared to Garrick’s humor, who had always been dry and sarcastic, that was one of the reasons I got along with the rider so well. The two were just a night and day difference in every aspect.

Garrick chuckled and gods that became one of my favorite sounds in the last several months. The feeling of his chest vibrating already calming me down. "Can you take off those rose colored glasses yet, Al?”

I sighed, finally pulling away from him. His warmth lingering on me, and the scent of his musk mixed with sandalwood and the hint of the bourbon he had been sipping still evading my senses.

“There off I swear, they’ve been off.” I frowned. I came to that realization three months ago, but there was a part that had hoped it could go back to the way it was.

“Why’d it take so long then?” He questioned. “You’re not alone in this, y’know?” He had that softened look in his hazel eyes again, the one that he reserved for a select few. How I was deemed worthy enough for it, still remained a mystery to me, but it was always appreciated. “You know I’ll always be here for you.” He said earnestly. “Drew, Kati, and Xade too.” He then added.

I was about to respond, but clattering of glasses, chairs skirting against the floor, and the prominent shouting of Katia made us pull our attention to the door.

“Gods what did she do now?” I groaned to myself.

Garrick chuckled again, putting his hand on the small of my back leading me into the commotion of the bar.

Katia’s POV

“I should go check on her,” my leg bouncing up and down rapidly, picking at the corner of my thumb. I kept flitting my eyes towards the door.

Xaden smirked, casually resting his arm behind me on the booth. “I wouldn’t worry about it, she has the guard dog with her.”

I gave him an incredulous look. “What kind of best friend does that make me not to follow her?”

“A good one,” he said, like it was obvious. I blinked a couple times watching him crack a crooked grin. “Maybe it’ll help her open her eyes to the better suitor.” He leaned down so I’d only hear.

Scoffing, I took a sip of my drink. “I don’t condone that.”

I watched across the table, seeing Drew try to get into an arm wrestling match with Bodhi.

I thought Xaden was attractive, but his younger cousin was a sight to see. Shorter than the older cousin, but still towered over Drew and Sawyer, his dark hair curly flopping over his forehead, and a boyish smile never leaving his face since Allie and I walked in. Way more charismatic than Xaden too, it took a month for me to get a smile out of him. I almost thought the older rider had a permanent scowl on his face. While his cousin never seemed to take his smile off. How were they related?

“Why because he’s a rider?” He mused.

“No, because I don’t want to encourage her to hop into another relationship after ending one. One that she had been in since she was 19.” I tried to say in a hushed tone.

He nodded, “right, right. A relationship that only she was in apparently.”

“Riorson, be quiet please.” I went back to watching the arm wrestling match that Bodhi had started. He was now up against Imogen, who was doing a better job at keeping up than Drew. She was another anomaly to me, not speaking a word to us when we entered, seeming irritated that we had even joined the escapades tonight.

Apparently this night was just going to keep heading in the opposite direction than planned as a loud guffaw of laughter broke out. Causing all of us to turn to the new presence at our table.

“Sawyer?!” Zachariah said in disbelief, strolling up to our table. “No way you’re a rider?”

I glared at the sandy brunette as Xaden removed his arm behind me, straightening up.

“Yeah,” Sawyer grimaced, trying to be polite, his knuckles whitening around his glass. I sat up in my seat too, ready to attack—verbally or physically I hadn’t decided. Maybe both? It was hard enough to bite my tongue during classes, and I found myself having to sit on my hands more often than not. The gods testing how thin my patience could get, but now out in public off school grounds…Zach better pray to Malek.

“That’s so right on, just like your parents! I knew you’d get in!” He acted as if we were oblivious to everything that had happened the last forty eight hours. It made my blood boil, and there was no way I would bite my tongue.

“Zachariah, you’re not going to introduce us to your new girlfriend?” I interrupted his reunion with the freckled man that was sitting across from me. I could see Chiara a reasonable distance away from our table at the bar. I’m glad she can read a room at least.

“Hey Kati,” he greeted sheepishly, his cheeks reddening. By now our table quieted and went into predatory stances. Drew got up from his chair, any amusement drained from his face. “Drew.” He acknowledged, clearing his throat.

“Dude,” Drew said with an edge to his tone. “Why are you even over here right now?”

“It was a mutual breakup, we can still be friends right?” He held up his hands defensively. He was lying through his teeth, trying to play it cool.

“Are you kidding me?” I laughed dryly. “What delusion are you living in?”

“She said it herself, we’re better off not together.” He tried to justify.

I stood up putting my palms on the table, “I hope she’s worth it.” Glancing back over to the blond sat at the bar. She looked uncomfortable as we made eye contact, quickly averting her attention.

He chuckled nervously, “Allie did tell you it was mutual right? Right?” I shook my head, my heart hammering in my ears. The two glasses of lavender lemonade did not help the impending rage I felt.

“Drew you understand right?”

He shook his head as well, “I can’t defend you anymore. I told you from the start if you hurt her what would happen. The only reason I hadn’t was because of her.”

“You know how your sister can get. She can be crazy and a pathological liar!”

In a matter of seconds, Drew had Zach against the wall by the collar of his shirt. Glasses flying off the table, with people jumping out their chairs at the sudden commotion. I’m ready to launch myself at him, but Xaden has an arm around my waist holding me back.

“Stop projecting your flaws on my sister! Cheating isn’t fucking mutual.” Drew spat, before punching him square in the jaw. “I’ve had to watch for years as you treated her like shit!”

Sawyer had a weak hold on the back of his cousin’s shirt. He didn’t seem to care if Zach would be pummeled to a pulp or not and I didn’t blame him.

I still tried wiggled to get out of Xaden’s grasp shouting at Zach. “I will make your life a living hell! Do you understand?!”

Xaden’s grip loosened the slightest to adjust me, but I was already out of his clutch launching towards the beaten man. Just as I could get close enough to get my hands on him another set of arms grabbed my waist.

“I’m just assuming I shouldn’t let you do whatever you have planned.” Bodhi’s arms an iron grip around me.

“You’re assuming right!” Xaden shot over snappily, instead now trying to get Drew off of Zach. The pair now in a full blown fight.

Allie and Garrick came in, both looking gobsmacked at the event before them. They hadn’t even been gone for 20 minutes, and we had created utter chaos within the hour of arriving at the tavern.

Allie’s POV

“Less than 5 fucking minutes.” I mumbled under my breath that was just loud enough for Garrick to hear as he tightened his grip around my waist. “What in the actual fuck Zach?” I could practically feel steam coming out of my ears from how heated I was.

By then Sawyer and Xaden had pulled Drew off of him, Chiara entering the picture to make sure Zach was alright. I glowered at the sight of her touching his face making sure he wasn’t too hurt.

“Your cousin started it.” He insisted, spitting blood out on to the tiled floor.

“Sawyer, I highly doubt that.” I rolled my eyes as I felt Garrick stiffen at my side as a bartender who had to be an inch or two taller then Garrick came over.

“I’m going to have to ask you all to leave. I have zero tolerance for fighting in my establishment.” He huffed and walked away as Xaden started to protest, but Garrick lifted a hand to stop his friend.

“I’d rather be elsewhere anyway. “ I said, being the first turn from the now cluttered corner. The rest of my friends trailing behind.

“Welcome to hell!” Katia spat at the new couple, Bodhi still gripping on her arm gently leading her out.

The group was quiet as we walked down the path back to Basgiath. Though I was still slightly upset, had to crack a small smile.

“You know Kati, I’m shocked it wasn’t you who had him by the collar.” She was now walking by my side, her hand interlocked with mine.

“I damn well tried.” she muttered, side-eyeing Xaden the whole time.

“Oh she really did try.” Xaden snickered, who was walking in front of us with Bodhi. She tried to swat him in the back of the head, he quickly dodged her laughing at her lousy attempt.

“You should have let her get some shots in.” Imogen huffed to the taller man. “Maybe getting kicked out of the bar would have been worth it.” She kicked a pebble down the path, walking next to my brother.

“She’s already banned from Doyle’s, she does not need to be banned anywhere else.” To my left I saw Katia mimicking him then flipping him off secretly. I peered behind my shoulder, and saw a small smirk on Imogen’s face, but it quickly disappeared as we made eye contact.

“He tried saying it was a mutual break up.” Drew spat, ignoring the banter. “And all these nasty things about you.”

Garrick walked on the other side next to me as I felt him tense; gods help me if the two males were ever in the same vicinity again. “Bullshit, he deserved all he got tonight. I’ll add a few punches next time.” Garrick said.

“Let me join next time, I read up on some nifty torture methods last night.” Katia mumbled to herself.

I laughed, “sometimes I think you might be Malek reincarnated.”

She grinned wickedly in response, as Drew came in between us. “Don’t give her ideas, I’ll end up being her guinea pig.”

“I’m glad I’m all the way across a parapet from her evil genius ideas.” Sawyer bristled quietly. Drew elbowed him as warning.

“You guys act like I’m so mean?” Katia shot back defensively.

“You are!” Drew, Sawyer, and I said at the same time. The other riders found that amusing choking back chuckles.

“Out of love though.” She pouted.

“Bless whoever you get into a relationship with then, Lalley.” Sawyer rolled his eyes.

By the time we reached Basgiath it had started to storm. The smell of wet moss and cobblestone permeated the air when we got to the iron gate.

“I’ll walk you to your room.” Gare said to me quietly as we walked through the quiet tunnels and staircases.

“I’m fine plus the rider's quadrant is too far.” I started to protest, reaching the main tunnel that connects to all the quadrants.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later.” Garrick told the other four. Xaden merely patted his best friend’s back and gave a subtle nod to me as they walked by. I waved to them, continuing to walk towards the dormitories with Garrick, Katia, and Drew in tow.

Drew held his lip, hissing to himself when we reached the second year hallway in the infantry quadrant.

“Are you going to be okay?” I asked, trying to examine his injuries. They weren’t nearly as bad as Zach’s, but his lip would take a few days to heal and for the stray bruises to disappear.

My best friend swatted me away, grabbing Drew’s hand. “He has nurse Katia to handle him.” She beamed at my twin brother. “Go, go you crazy kids!” She shooed Garrick and I away before dragging Drew to her room. I couldn’t help but laugh watching him turn and give us a ghostly face.

Katia was seldomly nice or nurturing, especially to Drew, I knew she was only doing it for my sake. Maybe she was actually going to take him to make him her guinea pig, she’s done it since we were children. It wouldn’t be out of the ordinary.

I led Garrick to my room talking about everything. Debriefing the night, telling stories of our childhoods, no topic left unturned. He was sitting in the cushy leather chair in the corner of my quaint room, his feet propped on the matching ottoman.

“What’s Imogen’s deal, she wasn’t particularly talkative with us?” I asked, sitting at my desk, braiding my hair for bed.

“Oh Imogen, she’s harmless—for the most part. She'll warm up eventually.” Garrick chuckled as he twiddled his thumbs watching me as I pulled more hair over my shoulder. “Drew may want to give up though she’s more into girls.”

Now it was my turn to chuckle, facing him. “Leave it to my brother, finding the sexually unavailable ones.”

Garrick shook his head, something unreadable in his eyes. “Never say never, there still could be hope.”

I raised an eyebrow at him, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“She has her ‘I’m strictly dickly’ phase once a year as she says.” He looked anywhere, but me. A red flush creeped up his neck.

“You and her hooked up, haven't you?!” I laughed, watching him become flustered. Of course his type was the eccentric badass ones, unsure to why I felt the pit of my stomach drop at the thought. I brushed the thought away, forcing a grin on my face turning back to the small mirror at my desk.

“It was a one night stand back when we were 18. I think I was the one that caused her sexual awakening for women honestly.” He casually played it off, which caused me to genuinely laugh as he then changed the topic.

I eventually paused our storytelling to go to my bathroom to change into my pajamas and get ready for bed. Still talking from the bathroom, but I heard the rider grow quiet from the other room. I peered out the threshold while brushing my teeth to see Garrick had fallen asleep in the chair. The usually hard exterior man looked so peaceful and uncomfortable sleeping there. Crunched up in the small chair. Most furniture didn't seem to fit him properly, I’ve noticed.

Finishing with my night routine, I walked over to him. I shook his shoulder gently. “Gare, wake up.” I said softly. He wasn’t budging. “Gary c’mon.”

He grumbled, startling, “I hate being called that.”

I smiled slightly, ignoring him. “Do you want to sleep in my bed, and just leave in the morning?” I asked sheepishly. Garrick was my friend, why did this feel all so intimate? Almost awkward.

Garrick grumbled again this time more incoherently, assumingly to protest staying as he was trying to pull his jacket on, but ultimately gave up. “Move over.” He muttered, grabbing the throw blanket that was on the back of the chair.

I scooted under my covers, giving him more room to lay, while he laid on top next to me using the smaller blanket. The full size bed was a tight squeeze for both of us to comfortably have an appropriate amount of room.

“You know you can get under the covers, I’m not going to bite.” I poked his shoulder.

“Outside clothes,” he groggily mumbled, turning to face me. “From the tavern.”

“Didn’t clock you for someone who worried about that kind of stuff.” I raised an eyebrow, facing him as well.

He said something I couldn’t quite understand, falling asleep before my eyes. I guess it was time for bed, we had spent the last two hours talking.

For a man he had long eyelashes, I observed, and despite him being paler I couldn’t help to admire the light freckles that randomly sprinkled his face. I still attest to when I first saw him that Amari sculpted him herself, even when he was crunched into my smaller full size bed not easily fitting a six foot six inch man. His arm is covered in intricate patterns of the relic that was engraved five years ago tucked underneath his head, the patterns flexing against his bicep.

He and Xaden never mentioned what had happened that day, I only knew from reports, my friends remaining quiet about the topic when Katia, Drew, and I asked.

I eventually let sleep take over after being a creep for a couple more minutes. Thinking of the whirlwind of events that had happened in only three days.

I woke to loud talking outside my door and the sound of pots and pans clanging. “Up and at ‘em cadets!”

I sat up from my bed, having to overlook the fact that Garrick’s arm slid off me. He was still over the covers, but was holding me. At what point of the night had that happened? More banging on my door panicked me slightly, pulling me out of my thoughts. What was going on? Was there trouble?

“Good Morning to you too.” He mumbled with a raspy breath as I jumped out of bed. While he stretched casually, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes

“Good Morning. You can’t be here.” I deadpanned. I walked around my room, finding my uniform, and rucksack.

“Ouch, thanks Allie, that makes me feel real good.” He feigned hurt, as I teasingly chucked a hair pin at him.

“I wouldn’t care usually—but what time is it?” I asked, peeking out the window. The sun was just starting to rise, invading the dark blue sky with hints of orange and pink.

“6:30” Garrick replied sleepy, not sensing my urgency as I scrambled to get ready.

“Shit.” This must be the RSC the third year infantry and Professor Lieutenant Stone has told us about. They’d choose random Saturdays to bring us second years out to the forest with our squads and test our survival skills. At least I hadn’t drank enough last night to be hungover for this moment right now.

“What’s going on?” Garrick asked as more banging on the doors, and caused him to finally jump out of bed.

“Up and at ‘em Squad leader Henrick, get your cadets ready. RSC starts now.” The gruff voice of Professor Lieutenant Stone rang from the other side of my door before hearing his stomping footsteps retreat.

I groaned, covering my face. “No weekends off?” Garrick shrugged on his jacket.

“Apparently not,” I made my way to my door, unlocking it, and peeking out. Cadets were still everywhere as I quickly closed the door, and locked it again. “We have to get you out without being seen.”

“You don’t want to be caught with a rider in your room?” Garrick grinned sarcasm dripping off his tongue.

I rolled my eyes, “I’m glad you find a sick pleasure in all this. But believe me you don’t want to mess with Professor Lieutenant Stone. Drew already learned the hard way last year.” I explained. A rapid knocking started at my door. “I’ll be right there!” I shouted, as I took off my pajamas. Not quite caring if Garrick was still watching me, as I slid on my uniform pants, and then the dark blue t-shirt. Another array of frivolous knocks sounded.

“Squad leader Henrick!” Katia’s curt tone never failed to make me want to laugh. I walked over, and unlocked the door again to let her in. I buttoned my pants, throwing my short sleeve uniform over top, looking at my best friend as she skirted in breathlessly. She then froze, noting it wasn’t just her and I.

Her brunette hair perfectly slicked back with her hat nestled on top of the crown of her head all ready to go in her navy summer uniform. Her green eyes looked amused as she took in my rushed appearance and Garrick in the corner.

“Squad leader Henrick!” She scoffed scandalously at the sight. I gave her a pointed look for her to cut her shit. I didn’t need Katia antics at the moment.

“Cover for me?” I begged. A flash of apprehension showed on her features as she studied the tall broad rider who was awkwardly standing there, before she fixed her lips with a smirk.

“Fine, but owe me a patrol shift this Wednesday.” She decided, walking to the door and escaping the room.

“What was that look?” Garrick scratched the back of his head.

I shrugged, sitting at my desk chair, tugging my boots on. “Not sure, Kati’s…Kati.” Was all I could chop it up to. I made sure I had everything in my rucksack. Compass. Canteen. Map. Plant guide. Provisions. Matches. First aid. All there.

I sighed, slinging the bag over my shoulder. “I would leave in thirty minutes. The halls should be cleared, and by then first and third years should have made their way to the mess hall.” I told him, as I walked to my door. I went to reach for the handle, but stopped turning to Garrick. He made himself at home sitting on the leather chair with one of my geography books. “Thanks, again for staying with me last night. I actually slept for once.”

He offered me a small smile. “Of course.” It seemed he was going to say more as he was cut off by Katia yelling on the other side of the door.

“And that's my final cue.” I waved, closing my door, meeting an annoyed Katia on the other side.

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chweverni · 4 months

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DO WHAT?

pairing; park sunghoon x fem!reader synopsis; your and your boyfriend got together six months ago, so it's normal for him to take time to open up to you. but what happens when you ask him to do the you(=i) trend with him? word count; 615 warning; might be a little cringe, sunghoon creates a fake persona for himself which the reader detects already, fluff (?) author's note; a sucker for sunghoon, a sucker for dancers, a sucker for this dynamic, i hope my first fic on enha is entertaining! :3 not proofread ;-;

your boyfriend of six months, sunghoon, who you met a few years ago at the dance studio, was an introvert. so he took some time to get comfortable with you, and he tried his very best to make you feel loved, but at his own pace. and you respected it, you respected him. because he treated you very well. he's a shy dude, but after warming up to each other, he talks, a lot.

but it isn't your fault that you awfully wanted to re-create the numerous dances you see couples online doing. because, it wasn't you who wanted to keep seeing them, it's the stupid app that kept on recommending them. and you had to be honest, because you knew how adorable sunghoon would look, making the heart with you, or linking arms and swinging in circles with you. it made your heart ache at how sunghoon would totally die a little on the inside to do this, because maybe you would be pushing too hard.

but he was a dancer, so this barely 20 seconds video, shouldn't be that big of a deal for him, right?

wrong. you were wrong. you now stood in front of a very, very, flustered and shocked boyfriend, who was stuck in a dilemma whether to agree to do it or not. for him, he really wanted to do it, he did. but, a part of him held him back, screaming 'do you really want to break the third wall of you being hot and intimidating to your obviously very cool girlfriend?'. and for him, it was a fair reason. these past months, even if he's been a pro at making you believe that he was and is a tough guy who will protect you at all costs, that claim was only true to him. because you found his little acts of service cute instead.

"you want me to do what?", sunghoon asked again, looking straight to your eyes, to make sure that you're being serious.

"please, please, please. hoonie, it's barely twenty seconds. i promise it will be quick! it's so cute..", you drew out the last phase as your voice became quieter, while you shot your most-convincing, oscar-winning look at him.

"but i'm not cute! i'm your tall, very strong and, and-", before sunghoon could add another word, you interrupted him.

"okay fine! i think you don't love me anymore. this was supposed to be a cute memory of us but i don't think you even wanna keep it!", you put on a faux act, knowing it would win him over, as you crossed your arms, turning your face away from him.

she did not just pull that card. sunghoon was in disbelief. how can you literally judge the strength of his love for you off of a mere video? he can do the dance. and he will, for you.

"and.. that's.. it!", you ended the video as it started saving it in your storage. you kept the phone on the table, as you quickly stole a kiss from sunghoon's lips. "thank you so much for agreeing, baby! you made me very happy, and for that, i dub thee, the greatest boyfriend on earth! and with that, i invite you to a date with me, to the restaurant nearby, so celebrate your promotion!", you said, hugging him tightly.

sunghoon's ears were now blood red, but he didn't understand one thing.. what boyfriend was he before then?

"baby?", he asked as you hummed.

"what boyfriend was i before? was i not great enough?"

"well.. you did pretend to be cold and mysterious around me..", you drew the sentence slowly, smiling to yourself.

so she knew? well fuck.

there's a shakk in our jjappaguri <3

all creds to chweverni only on tumblr byeee <33

#enhypen #sunghoon #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon imagines #enhypen imagines #ilyfsm owowo

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sheisobvious · 1 year

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some old stuff I found on pinterest (and below interesting things) - Part 1

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“One minute Taylor is busting out lyrics and being adorable in front of the camera, and the next she is like high-fashion model”

Q: What type of music are you into right now?

TS: A Late’80s pop. One of my favorite songs is “She Drives Me Crazy”, by Fine Young Cannibals.It was so ahead of its time.

App she loves – 8MM vintage camera

TS: “It lets you put a cool, 1960s-style filter on iPhone videos and gives clips a moody grain”

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COSMOGIRL 2009

TS: "My newest hobby is going to wal-mart and putting my CD in front of others in the rack. I have no shame in it!"

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Seventeen Magazine (2008)

Q: Do you think that he ( the guy from “Should’ve Said No”) secretly likes being named in your songs? TS: Yeah, probably. Those kinds of guys like getting attention – because I mean, what else is he doing? He’s probably with six different girls who don’t know that they’re being played.

Q: Has he (Drew from “Teardrops on My Guitar”) contacted you?

TS: Actually, he showed up in my driveway a couple of months ago, and it was like in the movies where at the end the guy shows up in your driveway, and you have this awesome kiss – except it’s three years too late. I’m like, Why didn’t you do this years ago ?!? He was stranger by then, so I felt like I didn’t know him anymore.

Q: Do you ever write songs about anyone other than yourself?

TS: “Tied Together With a Smile” is about a girl I knew my freshman year. She was absolutely Miss Popular, a pageaant girl, and she looked perfect every day! Always had the cutest outfits, always looked teh best at prom. But sometimes when you get a litle closer to people who look that perfect, you realize that they don’t feel perfect.They feel they’re ugly. And that’s what happened with this girl- I became closer friends with her, and one day she confessed that she was bulimic.

Q: How did that make you feel?

TS: It was really hard for me to take. But I never want to make someone feel horrible. do not deserve to be treated like that. I try to reason with them and be calm about it. After a while, I was just like, "You don't need to do that anymore." So I played that song for her, and I said, "Who do you think that's about?" And honestly, I don't think she ever did it after that.

Q: Have you ever felt bad about the way you look?

TS: Everybody does! Everybody looks in the mirror and is like, I wonder why her eyes are huge and mine are smaller. But I realized that if you’re lucky enough to be different from everybody else, don’t change.

Q: Do you ever wonder what it would be like to be someone eise?

TS: Oh, my gosh, if I were a different person and I could start all over, I would want to be Hayley Williams from Paramore! I think she’s awesome, and their music is amazing. But you know, I love country music more than anything in the world – I would never change what I do.

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“I’ve seen a lot of you get new cars”, she joke to those who worked on the album (Fearless)

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YOU (2009)

FAVORITE BOOK – Who Will Cry When You Die? By Robin S. Sharma. It’s a self-help but It’s na easy read. Every page has a new thing you can do to show the people you love that they matter to you. It makes you appreciate what you have. I have a lot more good days now that I’ve read that.

STYLE ICON – Cahrlize Theron. Thank you for saying I look a bit like her – taht makes my whole week.

BEAUTY PRODUCTS – My favourite lip colour is Dragon Girl by Nars;l realy like Armani make-up and there's a perfume that l get when ľ'm in the UK called Midnight Rain by La Prairie. And I love Jo Malone candles.

I: As ever, she sounds too good to be true . It might be one reason why. If we're being honest what eveyone realy wants to see is Taylor Swit being a litte bit naughty. Surely the teetotal Pollyanna façade must have cracks? Anyway, wouldn’t a bit of teenage rebellion be healthy?

TS: “I've been given the freedom to do whatever I want. I'm 19 –if want to storm out of the house and go to a club and get drunk and take my clothes off and run naked through Nashville, I can do that. I just really would rather not. I's as simple as that. It's not like I’ve been beaten down by some corporation that's forcing me to always behave myself - l just naturally do. Sometimes people are fascinated by the fact that I don't care about partying. almost to the point where they think it's weird.l think when we get to the point where it's strange for you to not be stumbing around high on something at 19, t's a warped world.”

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PEOPLE, 2009

Q: You just gave a $250,000 donation to schools you had previously attended or worked with. Why schools?

TS: The schools that I went to and the amazing people I got to learn from relly turned me into who I am, and I wanted to give back.

Q:If you’ve done all this by the time you turned 20, what do you want to do bu the time you turn 30?

TS:I think I’d like to have made a couple more albums that I’m really proud of. I’d like to have a house. I’m not the kid the girl who makes a goal for herself of getting married or starting a family. I’ve never really put a timeline on those sorts of things. So I don’t have any personal goals by the time I’m 30.

(midnight rain vibe)

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Q: What would you say is your biggest love “don’t” ?

TS: No one wants to be with someone who desperately needs them. You should want the other person and love him, but you shouldn’t need him. If you depend on him for your happiness, that’s not good ,because what will you do when it ends?

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TIGER BEAT

I CALLED THIS ALBUM RED BECAUSE.. “all the different emotions written about on this album, they’re all about the tumultuous, crazy, insane, intense, semitoxic relationships that I’ve experienced in the last two years. In my mind, all of those emotions are red.”

(I think this is the first time I see her referring to this relationship as toxic before 2022)

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BOP 2012

Taylor Swift looks down at the floor as she talks about the songs on her new album, Red (it comes out October 22). "They're sad, if I'm being honest,"she confesses. Tay's big blue eyes get a little teary as she thinks about her life right now.In the last two years. Tay says she's felt "all of those emotions, travels around spanning from intense love,intense the workd with frustration, jealousy and confusion." She also admits. "There's been this earth-shattering. not recent, but absolute crash-and-bum neartbreak."

(in this interview they are weird about her parents divorce)

#taylor swift #mine #tsedit #candy swift #tswiftedit #tsedits #tswiftart #tswiftcreatorsnet #tswiftedits #taylor swift lyrics #taylor swift interviews

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aceofnace · 9 months

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The it's not just about nace crowd makes me laugh, bc even if it was for some people that's completely okay, poeple can watch a show for a ship. But also who said it was? No one is asking for the other characters to disappear, I love the ensemble, we're just asking for quality nace scenes. Another thing that drives me insane is how they're treating ace this season? Why wasn't he there during the group hug or the cake fight, why did bess say she told him not to come, why is she acting like she couldn't care less about him, why has he been so isolated and it seems like the drew crew doesn't really care about him at all???? all of this happened before they supposedly used the black door so it's not smt supernatural, you're telling me they did this just like that? For what i'm so confused????

Yes! People are allowed to watch a show for any reason they so choose! Whether it be just for a ship, or an actor, or whatever. And they're also allowed to talk only about that reason if they want to. We all know this show isn't just about Nace, but it seems to be the thing about this show that the fans go feral over the most, so a lot of us tend to focus on them a majority of the time. And it's even easier to focus on them right now because nothing about Nace is adding up this season, so we're all just wondering wtf is going on. They are seriously the bigger mystery this season than the black door (at least, to me).

I, too, have been driven insane this season by the treatment of Ace. Bess declaring her new best friend to be George and even telling her she has been for a long time? And to "not tell Ace"? Not letting him go through the portal in 4x06 to save Nancy but they trusted some guy they barely knew to bring their friend back safe? Over the guy who's madly in love with her and knew that high school like the back of his hand? All of Nancy's passive aggressive digs against him since 4x09, suggesting he doesn't communicate his feelings, he's immature, and he's complicated? And the writers not including him in the group hug/cake fight scenes? It's been a rough couple of months for Ace fans. I'm expecting (or at least hoping) there will turn out to be a good explanation for all of that in the end (after all, something really weird is going on), but even a good explanation won't give us the Ace/Nace scenes we should've been having all along.

(Also, regarding your comment about all this stuff happening BEFORE the black door, keep in mind that depending on what sin Nancy confessed and how long ago that sin took place, it's very possible this show has been giving us a hybrid of pre and during black door mind altering scenes all season long; it's the only theory that helps keep my anger at bay.)

#nace #nancy drew cw #nancy x ace #ace x nancy #asks

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kitten4sannie · 1 year

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hi hello tis vamp anon again ✨️ (pls tell me if i'm getting overwhelming/annoying with the asks i am so sorry;; the last thing i wanna do is invade other ppls space!!)

ok last 2 hc: for the choi boys!

starting with our lovely sannie, everyone knows he's a big romantic and loves romance! i imagine vamp!san as an "old-fashioned" lover, the embodiment of chivalry, if you will!! he wants to do things right: courting y/n with flower bouquets, sweets, handwritten letters, etc. he'd be so polite and kind i'm crying rn;; but don't be mistaken, he's quite the flirt!! he loves seeing his sweetheart all flustered from his words like, "do you all the ways a lady can be seduced? oh the things i could teach you" (bridgerton ref GOD) he can be so shameless with his duality san definitely knows the affect he can have on others bro. man is THE BIGGEST tease the bedroom, but he'll fold like a chair with the smallest amount of begging. who is he to deny his love? bro is down absolutely atrocious

now for our big strong teddy bear jongho!! he's more the innocent/first love romance type to me. so as a vampire, he'd be super nervous when around y/n. jongho knows he's strong, and with the heightened vamp skills, he'd treat them like they were made of glass. always handling them with the utmost care! he'd be so shy and smitten with y/n, fumbling with his hands and messing up a couple words here and there when he wants to get to know them on the first date. (this also includes getting intimate with each other for the first time) he just wants you to know how lovely y/n is to him, bro literally looks at them like they hung the stars up in the night sky

i'm suffering over here man

hello again 💕 you’re not annoying in the slightest, anon! you’re actually doing wonders for this current creative process like I am so grateful for these headcanons of yours! and these ones killed me in particular ahhh im such a sucker for old-timey romance 😭 i’m sorry for taking a little longer to get this out! i literally cannot stop thinking about the ateez concert i’m going to tomorrow like i actually might die🧎🏻‍♀️also, i wrote way more than i thought i would but i just couldn’t help it ;; here’s some scenarios:

You were walking around the courtyard, admiring the spacious garden that you spent a lot of your time near, noticing a small patch of white roses that had just began to bloom. “How come I never noticed these?” you murmured to yourself, reaching into the twisted bunch of vines and leaves, wanting to pull out a singular rose.

“I had the gardeners plant them a couple months ago,” you heard a soft voice coming from behind you, causing you to whip around, successfully dragging your own rose out from the bunch, but at a cost. “San, you scared me.”

“My apologies, sweetheart. Oh, you’re bleeding.” He took your hand in his own, studying the way your eyebrows drew together from the stinging pain you felt, noticing a few blood droplets leaving the small cut on your thumb. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you. Does it hurt?” he inquired, mindlessly bringing your hand up to his mouth and pressing his lips to your thumb, so that he could stop the bleeding with a slow swipe of his tongue. Though he felt an intense urge to take more of your blood, he showed incredible restraint, refusing to give into this sort of temptation.

“N-no, not really.” Whenever San was around you, you felt like you couldn’t breathe, but maybe that was due to your corset being strung too tight. The staff was never that gentle with you when they helped you lace it up in the mornings. “I recall talking about white roses not too long ago. Did you…have them planted because of me?”

“Am I that easy to read?” he chuckled, lowering your hand, but not letting go of it, instead opting to stroke the top of it, studying the way your lips parted slightly with kind eyes. “It was a wonderful idea. They’re beautiful, aren’t they? And they represent a myriad of things that I find to be quite entrancing: harmony…eternal youth…” He brought your hand up to his lips again to plant a gentle kiss on your knuckles, his intense gaze never leaving yours. “Loyalty.” He left another lingering kiss on your skin, sending goosebumps down your forearm. “New beginnings.”

You could feel your heart aching for him, yearning for more of his touch, his love, his affection. You wanted anything and everything he could possibly offer you. “San…”

“Yes, beautiful?”

“Will you hurry up and kiss me already?”

(i was initially gonna keep this pure but the intrusive thoughts won this time 😭)

One thing led to another and the both of you ended up in the somewhat hidden gazebo, which offered you some privacy. “Is this okay, love?” San asked in a quiet voice, his hands halfway up your heavy dress and caressing the outsides of your thighs, his fingers squeezing into your supple flesh.

“Of course it is, San. Please, do whatever you want to me...”

San lowered himself to the wooden floor, so that he was on his knees in front of you. With his crimson eyes glowing at this point, he pushed your skirt up, bunching it up so that he could get better access to your sex, running the pads of his digits up and down it in a teasing manner. “May I have a taste, sweetheart?”

You leaned back against the cool wood finish of the gazebo railing, doing San a favor and holding up the folds of your skirt for him, spreading your legs open a bit more. “Yes, you may…” you replied somewhat shakily, having to bite back a moan when he pulled your panties to the side and dragged the flat of his tongue up your slit, letting out his own groan of satisfaction.

ooooof okay it’s jongho’s turn 👀🖤

(i went straight to the spicy part cuz i’m weak 🧎🏻‍♀️also shoutout to my bestie @cherryxsang for helping me flesh this part out 💗)

After climbing onto the bed , Jongho took his time undressing you, one layer at a time, pressing a kiss to your skin each time. His fingers ghosted along your body, while looking at you with a gentle love-filled gaze. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N,” he whispered near your ear in the softest voice you ever heard, filling your heart up with warmth and comfort.

“Jongho…I need you.” Once you were both fully naked, you had taken the initiative, sitting in his lap and caressing his cheeks, admiring him, as though he were a breathtaking piece of artwork.

He pressed a few kisses onto your neck and up to your jaw, stopping just barely before his lips met yours, resulting in you both breathing in the same air, leaving you almost dizzy. “Are you sure this is alright? What if I can’t hold back?”

“Of course it is. I want you more than anything, so please…don’t hold back, Jongho.”

***

Jongho held you by your waist, slowly and deliberately pulling you down onto his length, allowing you to feel the way he was pulsing against your inner walls. “Does it feel good, Y/N?”

“So good…so, so good…”

He reached up one hand and slowly ran the back of his fingers along your jaw and down your neck, treating you as if you were made of glass. “Y/N…”

Sensing what he wanted from the way his lavender irises were glimmering and his pointed canines just barely poking out past his parted lips, you offered, “Please, bite me.”

“I shouldn’t…I might-“

“Jongho, I want it. Please,” you insisted, pressing your lips onto his for a moment, then pulling away just in time for him to lower himself and sink his fangs into the soft flesh of your neck.

Taking small gulps, Jongho grabbed onto your hips and plunged himself deeper into you, slowly speeding up the longer he was able to taste you. “So…delicious…” he murmured in a somewhat shaky voice, lapping at the blood the dripped down your neck.

#for vamp anon 🖤#ateez smut #san smut #jongho smut #ateez hard asks #ateez hard thoughts #writing these out actually killed me 😭

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azure-steel · 3 days

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Starter Asks - ALWAYS ACCEPTING @umbral-stigmata-unbound

When had breath become so heavy? When had touch become so searing and magnetic? When did the brewing warmth become the most overwhelming waters to drown in? Vincent Valentine had made himself a man of control and accountability, since the days of ShinRa and Turks, and he had found out the hard way with the worst possible consequences how losing that control could only spell disaster and ruin. The years since leaving his coffin had been spent battling for control once more, and being pulled apart at the seams on a divine level and then put back together only months or more ago? Control was something he must depend on and hone stronger than ever. And yet here they were. Damn it all. Was it the drinks had in one of the secure balcony's at the Inn of Kalm, that they'd treated themselves to given this was their fifth meeting in the last week in a half? Was it how each of those meetings seemed to be easier and easier, and was it how it left Valentine wanting and yearning for something he could not allow himself to define? Was it the easy conversation, and the far too easy confessions that slipped between them, with nothing but buildings and vines and flowering plants to hide them upon the balcony? Or was it every yearning need and it's fire, stoked by the company and the drink, building towards a pyre hard to ignore, mixed with the absolutely startling and growing scent of arousal? It was not Vincent's own. No. No, Vincent was ashamed to admit how easy it was for his extra senses, and the beasts bound to them, to pick out who it was. Cloud was aroused, that heat burning hotter, and it seemed every word, every movement, drew them towards disaster. Vincent couldn't be bothered to care, in the end. It was Cloud's hand drawing him forward by the leather straps of his collared cloak to bring him in and expose his mouth to the smash of his that began it. And it was now the raven haired cloaked figure vying for control as he pressed Cloud into the wall right by the edge of the balcony. Hot breath spilled between them and he felt a pent up grunt leave him as their wet and aching lips parted. A golden-gauntleted, clawed hand wound around the others lower back to sudden draw him close as the other gloved hand moved through blonde tresses and found purchase. The press of hungry lips, and Vincent panicked. He should draw back, but every instinct to do so was flooded as he pressed Cloud into the wall again. He shouldn't allow that claw to be touching the blonde like that, and yet it traveled and tugged at the back of Cloud's top. Years of of resolution to holding these feelings and urges beneath the surface and feeling from afar, seemed to shatter like the most fragile shell as the beast of longing wanted to consume Cloud Strife here and now. "...Cloud..." he growled when lips parted again, breathe huffing past his lips as he ducked his head, trying to grasp for control, for restraint...but this position had his lips by Cloud's neck, and suddenly teeth with almost-too-sharp canines dragged and nipped at exposed flesh. Flesh he yearned to lick, to taste. Fighting it. He was fighting it, but his struggle only tore a primal growl that rumbled from his chest and purred past his lips.

Aroused was possibly putting it mildly, where the strain of hot muscle against leather coupled with that insatiable heat pooling between his thighs was impossible to ignore, to the point where it was becoming painful. A not so subtle grind of his pelvis against the other's thigh the closest release he could possibly hope for in this precise moment.

One day had been Cloud's allotted time here in Kalm, and almost a fortnight had passed since that fateful meeting down in the bustle of the market district. Who would have thought, after all the years they had known each other already, that it would be here amidst the finery of the shaded balcony, that kindred spirits would discover one another?

Who would have thought that one exploratory kiss, spontaneous, daring, would have the blond pressed against the wall, flesh grating against warm red brick.

So afraid to allow himself the very notion of happiness, to want and be wanted in return - it all seemed like some wonderful pipe dream, so close to the touch and yet so far out of reach all in the same instance. Succumbing to that need, crippling to the senses, an entirely new misery, a pain like no other tearing down the walls barricading what he truly believed to be a heart barren and devoid of all feeling.

And yet the scorch of Vincent's touch would lay waste to the lie, to fathom that perhaps, truly, there really was a life after death, figurative or otherwise. Where fantasy surpassed reality even when the clash of lips, teeth and tongue, the dance of hands scrabbling to release skin from its bind of cloth, would feel better than the dream, better than anticipation, better than the droll existence lived outside of this place.

Because here nothing else mattered in the moment, nothing but they and the searing sting of the brunettes teeth sinking into the vulnerable flesh of his throat. It was all the courier could do to tilt his head back against the wall if only to give Vincent better access, to feel those eager teeth against his skin once more, to know the pleasure of this desperate desire threatening to burst right out of his chest.

Cloud cannot contain the strangled gasp, a sharp inhale the moment that very same sting would course through him, a shudder as though struck by lightning, and eliciting the hot swell of fresh blood to surge between his thighs.

"You're holding back..." a heated whisper breathed against the shell of his would be lover's ear followed by the languid hot lap of his tongue, hands finding their way beneath that tattered crimson cloak, grasping the man, unabashed around the ass and tugging him impossibly closer still.

"... We're all monsters here..."

#umbralstigmataunbound #Verse: Post DoC

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