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cmdrfupa · 7 months ago

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Kento Nanami, His Royal Highness, has found himself curious about you. He refuses to call it infatuation because that's for people with no self control, something he has loads of. But social media is becoming increasingly less effective. He wants to experience you in the flesh and the perfect opportunity to meet you has landed in his lap. Now if you could always stay this close to him.

ModernRoyal!Nanami x PlusSize!Reader (black/woc coded but all can read and enjoy obvs 😗)

a/n: Congrats on 3k and Thank you @ayyy-pee for letting me participate the jujutsu journal event! I got carried away sksksksks. But I was inspired by this song . Idk what it was but it felt right. Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

WC: 3.4K

MDNI

c/w: partial smau, jealousy, sexual/provocative thoughts, stalker behavior, unhealthy infatuation and obsession, sexual acts, mentions of sex, italics aboose, internal dialogue, smut (vaginal fingering)

He'd seen you in more and more of Gojos' IG posts over the last year, untagged. Assuming you were just a Gojo girl who wanted to be around for the perks of a wealthy socialite, He never asked to be introduced. But he did ask your name.

A simple "Her face looks familiar" was all it took for Gojo to share not only your name and social media but also your profession, the university you were attending to get your degree, marital status, the name of your cat, and the fact that you lived in the US. Satoru loved to talk, thank goodness.

'Is that a Zenin? Tch'. A picture of you sitting in Naoya's lap, hand gripping your under thigh, sat on his dimmed screen. Maybe you had a reason for being seen with scumlike Naoya, but it wasn't a reason Kento wanted to know about. The following post was a brunch photo. A group of ladies with Gojo in the center. 'Keeping better friends. Smart girl.'. You were an enigma that brought him closer to the brink every time he saw your million-dollar smile.

His thoughts always started so pure before he thought about you in his bed, the strapless dress you wore in a photo captioned "Shawty got that dress on so the block is hot again" on his floor while at the same time, giving you the meanest strokes for teasing him this way. Thank heavens for the photos. Kento decided a throwaway Instagram account to like the posts and to look at your story would be brighter. Admiring more stealthily, he can at least fantasize about a life with you now that 'RateUp7_3' exists.

So put together. Every story or post included a bright smile or smolder in clothing that made him envy how they hugged your shape. Hair is always in its perfect, coiled natural state while you sit between Gojo and Geto or sit in their lap like some trophy. Satoru hugged you differently. Well. You were the only woman he seemed to hug in these photos. "Interesting," Nanami noted, something he should reanalyze when he has more time.

He pocketed his phone, realizing he had made it to his destination.

A small welcoming committee stood with broad smiles as they greeted HRH Crown Prince Kento. Bowing his head, taking the little book that was handed to him and began to look over the itinerary. "Busy week ahead! Your grandfather is waiting for you in Minato City." With that, his courtier, Ino, began to give him details for the coming week.

Thanks to Gojo's extraordinary +1 privileges, you found yourself amid a private Gala he was obligated to attend. The champagne-colored satin gown, a cascade of elegance, draped your figure, accentuating the rich hues of your skin. A sight that could only be described as divine.

He broke off after briefly greeting Gojo, Geto, and others you weren't familiar with. He made his way to you near the bar, Easily making it seem like he was making his rounds to guests.

"Good evening"

"Hello! You're Satoru and Suguru's' friend, right?" you inquired.

"I wouldn't say friend to Gojo. He's more like a gift with a purchase. But yes, I'm Ken."

Giggles turned into a laugh once you both looked back over at Gojo, eating mini cupcakes, and Geto looking at him with concern.

Your laugh. It was the sounds of the heavens welcoming him to the golden throne. You snorted, and the resolve Kento had was officially withering.

"He's an interesting guy. I met him at a show I walked in a little over a year ago. Before that, he slid into my DMs and even sent me a pie to get my attention."

Kento didn’t think he could be jealous. That's for people who weren't self-assured. And he was very, very sure. Yeah, he's a man, but he's very strong-willed. No no. Not jealous. But this whole pie thing-

"Did it work?" Abruptly speaking. "The pie, I mean."

"Well, I'm talking to you right now. So what do you think?"

Kento exhaled a laugh, pushing back a strand of hair before looking over to you.

"He is a friend. A very good one. Always reliable"

"I've seen him in his element. He is indeed." sipping your cocktail, looking at him as you do.

"You mentioned walking in a show. Are you a model?" if you wanted to lie, it would've been a shame. He's already gone to see that your latest Savage Fenty ambassador collab dropped two days before you arrived in Japan. You looked ravishing in that fervently floral number.

"I am. I primarily work with small houses and on-the-rise designers. But that's how Satoru and I met. He was a guest model for FroviàGalón last season. It was a big hit. We've been working most shows together ever since."

This man could have any woman he wanted; He was Nanami family royalty. Handsome, smooth without even trying. He could buy a country with the proper connection if it mattered. But Gojo sending you a pie and practically being your purse dog makes him feel something. He was feeling jealous over a stupid pie and that white-haired imbecile. The slow unraveling because you snorted and the image of you spreading to show your glistening, plump, wet-

"The boy just loves to be in people's faces. He's one of the girls when we're out, so it's always a good time". Jealousy piques his nerves, and he notices your eyes trailing back to Gojo and Geto.

"He does enjoy good times."

"Speaking of, you plan on going to his after-party?" Innocence in your tone.

"After party? Of course, he finds that fitting for after a Gala."

His gaze lingered on your mouth, licking the remnants of the salted rim as you held the glass close to your body. The perfect honey-hued gloss with a hint of a shimmer. ’Her lips trailing down my chest, tongue lightly leaving a wet trail before swirling over my nip-‘

"You should come! I don't do parties, but since I'm on holiday, why not enjoy it?" the silky pep in your voice was going to be the death of him.

"I will consider it."

Get it together, Nanami.

Before he could offer to get you a drink, an older gentleman who looked very similar to Kento waved in his direction.

"I have to get going, unfortunately. But it was a pleasure meeting you. I.. don't know your name."

You tell him, smiling and holding your hand out.

"It was a pleasure to meet you as well, Ken. Hope to see you later tonight." He kissed your hand before walking off.

"Oh! And Bavarian cream."

"I'm sorry?" Confused, Kento turned back to you slightly.

"For the pie. I like Bavarian cream pie."

He smiled, turning away. "Fucks sake." He huffed, and his waistband was doing more work than anticipated tonight.

You made your way to the elevators, Gojo and Geto catching up as Geto wrapped his arm around your waist, pecking your cheek.

Kento watched you intently as he stood with his family. Saying goodbye to other guests was the least of his concerns when the swaying of your body had his mind completely occupied. Getos arm causing a severe problem for him as it sat right at your ass.

5… 4… 3… breathe Kento

He continued to make small talk with the guest, smiling as you three got into the elevator, doors closing, and his heart racing.

It was like Gojo needed to learn how to have a small party. His penthouse, one of many, was now an entire club. A spacious dance floor, an open bar, and a dessert bar because that man wasn't touching a drop of alcohol. But a slice of Black Forest cake? Different story.

With an area roped off, you headed through the crowded floor in that direction.

"There's my girl!" Shoko stood first, taking the cigarette out of her mouth before hugging you tightly. "How are you, doll face?"

"Better now that I've seen you, babe."

“I'm glad you decided to show up over an hour late." Gojo chimed in, an overdramatized look of annoyance on his face while pulling you to sit beside him.

"Toru. You know me. I'm not wearing the same fit to an after-party, bookie. Your girl had to get cute and comfortable."

"And a pair of Versace platforms is comfortable?" Geto questioned, sass embedded in his tone with a smirk.

"Exactly. I knew you'd get it, SuguPoo." the group laughed.

"Suguru, she's a Versace and Moschino model now. Those platforms are nothing", Satoru closed in, a cheeky smile spreading across his face as he handed you a drink.

Your cheeks got warmer as he mentioned your latest gig. You had officially made your mark. You were now standing as one of the few black curve models to walk one of the major fashion houses, getting the gig with pure talent. "Oh, baby. The way I wasn't expecting to hear back after my little rant about fashion house politics. But who could say no to this body?" You ran your hands down your hips and lightly smacked your rear, pulling playful howls from Shoko and Gojo while Geto laughed, shaking his head at your antics.

"Come on, let's give our faves show. I've missed you!" Gojo grabbed your hand, leading you to the dance floor. Shoko and Geto sat back to watch with their drinks in hand.

Kento watched and waited until you left the area, hands finally relieved of the clammy feeling they had for the last hour. Trying to restrain the hard-on you gave him once he saw the tight dress you changed into, he slipped into the bathroom to wait you out.

Nanami joined them the moment you left the section.

"Where've you been?" Shoko questioned harmlessly.

"Was just talking with some old acquaintances. I was trying to get back to you guys."

"Your detail giving you some breathing room tonight?" Geto pointed with his chin to the security guard he was used to seeing with Nanami, in far less inconspicuous attire than usual.

"You could say that. Didn't want to kill the mood."

It was as if the music slowed when Kento's gaze approached you. The dance floor was packed, but he knew where you were—dancing with Satoru, who he wished to flick away so you could be all over him instead.

The way your body was swaying, generous ass moving against Gojo to a very poor mix of Pour It Up by Rihanna. You made it worth sitting through an awful set if it meant seeing how you grind on literally anything. The short, amber-colored dress showed the ample flesh he felt so desperate to grip onto. ' If you could just sit in my lap so I could hold you up as I give you every fucking inch of me.’

"I'm gonna step out for some air." Kento stood up, grabbing his gin and tonic, not looking back to see if Geto or Shoko heard him.

Outside, he leaned against the railing. The late-night weather was welcoming. The faint almond scent from the trees wafted past his nostrils pleasantly. Closing his eyes, he sighed deeply, leaning into the comfortable breeze against his skin.

Every bit of contact he'd had with you that day felt like a tiny gesture of sweet love. How your supple skin felt under his lips when he kissed your hand. Your laughter was a healing potion. He left the comfort of his estate to see a woman who made him weak just by snorting. You were the beautiful, intelligent woman who was friends with Gojo and Geto. Under 6 hours of finally experiencing your perfection in person without a barrier and he couldn't fucking breathe without his constricted dick throbbing. So many people had access to you and he wanted to know you better than they did. He wanted to be to only one with that access. You were a need. Needing you beside him, on top of him, under him, “I want to hear you same my name while I sing yours like a praise to the heavens. My angel. My everything”

He brings the glass to his mouth, finishing the watered-down gin drink.

The sound of heels approaching brought him back to earth. "Having fun?" His angel came into view as he opened his eyes.

"More or less. It seems like you're having a blast." The shimmer of your lip gloss kept his eyes on your lips longer than he intended.

"For sure. Satoru is always my dance partner when we're out together."

"That happens often?"

"Eh. When I'm visiting here, only when Suguru doesn't feel like it. So very often."

Kento offered the space next to him as you both snickered. Standing by him, he finally saw your beauty under the moonlight. Everything about you was like an awakening. Flawless, gentle, soft.

A few moments of silence passed before you spoke. "You know, you should do a better job of staring from across the room if you were trying to be lowkey."

Your words stun him, a nervous laugh leaving his mouth as he stands up straight.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by any means."

"I'm not uncomfortable. I wouldn't have come out here if I was."

Relief shows as the wrinkles in his forehead relax. "Was it really that obvious?"

"Maybe I'm delusional, but your eyes followed me most of the night."

"Not delusional. But, to be clear. I find you incredibly attractive."

Your cheeks were now warming as his brown eyes looked for yours. "I'm flattered.”

"Can I buy you a drink? Preferably at a quieter locale?"

"Are you asking me out, Ken?"

"I wouldn't subject you to a drink as a first date."

Your smile glowed a bit more as he placed his hand on your lower back, making your way to the closest exit with him.

"We can discuss a proper date during the drinks. I am a gentleman, after all."

"Show me the way then, Ken."

"So hotel stays are your usual choice when you're here?"

Trying to keep your balance, you wrapped yourself around Kento's arm while you walked down the corridor from the bar.

“50/50. I grab a hotel if I get in too late or stay at one of Toru's places if I tell him in time. I'll be doing that in the morning once I check out."

'Toru? We will have to talk about these nicknames.'

"Well, I hope I was pleasant enough company this evening."

"You're fun, Ken," your voice echoed as you approached the elevators. "You are quite the man, and I had a great time getting to know you."

"It's been my pleasure. You are captivating and have my attention." The energy was refreshing for you both. He wasn't another menace from your DMs. A philanthropist finance guy was rare—a gentleman with a gentle disposition.

You stopped, going to balance against the wall, bending over to take off your heels.

"Here, let me."

"It's alright, I got it." you persisted, with no progress.

"Darling, you're missing the strap of the heel. I insist." You giggled and watched as he bent down on one knee to unfasten the dainty strap, removing the heels from your feet as you held onto his shoulders for support. A heat rushed to your ears as you felt how delicate he was being with you.

"Ken, you are indeed a godsend."

Nanami carried your shoes as he led you into the elevator, holding it open. "Which floor are you on?"

“30th,”

He hit the floor number and went to lean against the back wall. You stood in front of him, eyes on his exposed collarbone.

Noticing your unsteadiness, he stepped forward and carefully placed his hands above your waist.

"Easy. You okay?"

With your heart racing at 1000 miles an hour, you could only nod.

* Floor 4*

You leaned forward, placing your hand on his chest to steady yourself. Cedarwood and alcohol on his breath. Your eyes met his with a shared feverish desire as you peered up. You were buzzing now from the proximity.

*Floor 9*

You don't know how your hand went from his chest to gripping his neck, nails running through his undercut, but it happened before you got to floor 20, where he stopped the elevator.

"Ken.. please,"

His large hands gripped your thighs, lifting one of your legs to wrap around him. Your dress was already short, now hiking up as he pressed his thick bulge into your inner thighs.

"Please.. please say my name again." He grinds himself into you, pang of desire in his voice, breath tickling your ear as you wriggle your hand between you both to unbutton his shirt from the top.

"Ken. Nngh, shit. Ken.. I need you."

Lips finding purchase on your neck, nipping at any skin he could sink his teeth into. The pads of his fingers run down your panty-covered slit. A shiver went through you as he circled at your throbbing bundle of nerves.

"Fuck! Please, Ken."

"Please, what, darling? Use your words for me." His voice grew gruff as he felt you trying to grind against him.

"Please make me cum for you,"

“You want to make a mess for me. You want to be a slut in this elevator?” The patronizing voice made you whimper as the sound of Kento ripping your thin panties jilted you, his middle finger sinking into you deeply. A deep moan was all you could muster as his thick digit pumped into you, nails leaving crescents on his shoulders as he kept you pressed against the elevator wall. "Keeennnn. Fuck”

"All that for me, princess? Your cunt this wet all for me?" He curled his thick finger inside, finding that soft, sweet spot that made your knees buckle. "Looking at my hands while I drove. Playing innocently with them while you sat beside me in the booth." Talking through his teeth, he brought his weight against you, keeping you up as he aimed to make you beg before the elevator automatically began to move again. "beautiful, plump cunt was begging to have my fingers fill you. Is this it? Hm? Is this what my princess needed?"

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, yes! P-please don’t stop." You were desperate for release. The sloppy noises of your wet cunt filled the elevator as he relished in the slippery sensation. Brushing his lips to yours, Kento languidly slid his tongue inside your mouth, rolling them his tongue over yours while his grunts grew louder—a string of saliva connected you, a shared fervid look as the elevator dinged.

His hand was soaked, but he couldn't let this be where he gave you an orgasm for the first time. Letting your leg down, he brought his hand to your mouth, running his fingers covered in your essence on your lips.

"When we get to your room, you are mine. All of you." The hungry determination in his eye didn’t leave room for question; you were to be devoured.

The sun was like a death ray as the bright rays and the constant buzzing nearby awakened you.

"Ken," you rolled over to see him lying on his back, bite marks and glitter across his chest.

"Mm," his groggy tone, letting you know he was only halfway listening.

"Ken. Please get your phone. That shit is going nonstop."

"Sorry, angel"

He groaned as he moved, kissing your shoulder gently. You kissed his lips as he reached over you to the bedside table. The vibrations didn't seem to have an end in sight.

"No one should need me this early. I should have an open schedule."

Opening the first text in his sights, he begins to read, stomach sinking as he clicks the link Gojo sent.

"Ken, you okay? "

Nanami sat his phone down, trying to keep his composure. He knew he had to prepare you for the whirlwind of a nightmare that was to come. For you, at least. He didn't have to take the drastic measures he originally planned to have you, at least.

This may be good. No more admiring outside of your photo shoots. No more trips with just Satoru and Suguru to islands. He would be your comfort; you'd be by his side only. This incident could be the beginning of a whirlwind romance. That is different from how he would've done things. But he could soothe this over eventually.

"Before I say anything, just know I will do everything possible to keep you comfortable. Okay?" the sincerity in his eyes had you. You nodded as you looked down at his phone, eyes widening as you read the now-trending story.

“Kento? What the fuck is this? Prince!?”

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skzhua · 2 years ago

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Boyfriend tag video with ex-boyfriend

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pairing: idol!hwang hyunjin x youtuber!reader.

genre: fluff, humor, female reader.

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: none other than cheesy asf.

summary: you ask your ex-boyfriend to do a video with you and it doesn't end as planned.

a/n: i wrote this in 2019 on wattpad so i'm sorry for this cringy ass imagine. (i reworked it but it's still so.. ugh) posting this until i'm no longer sick and can write again. 😗

You made sure everything was all set before getting up and clicking on the record button.

"Hey guys! It's been a while since the last video so to make that up for you, I invited a special guest on my channel. You already know him from old videos, please welcome Hyunjin from Stray Kids!" you announced and clapped your hands as Hyunjin appeared in the frame of the camera.

"Hey everyone!" he waved.

"For those who don't know or recognize him, this is my ex-boyfriend Hyunjin. We broke up about two years ago but we are still in really good terms. So, today, I asked on Twitter to send me suggestions of videos. Surprisingly, the most popular choice was the boyfriend tag." you chuckled.

"I think they thought you were seeing someone." Hyunjin laughed along.

"Probably, but since I always do what you ask, I invited Hyunjin to join me because he's the only one dumb enough to accept such a thing."

"I'm dumb?!" he gasped, acting offended.

"Yes you are! Okay, now let's get to the video. First question: where did we meet?"

"In high school, about two years or so before I got into JYP."

"Right, so around 4 years ago. Wow, we're about to celebrate our 5 years of knowing each other!" you exclaimed.

"5 years of hell." he joked and you slapped his arm.

"Just read the next question"

"Alright.. where was our first date?" he read and paused. "Oh no..."

You laughed at his reaction and he glared at you. "It's a funny story, actually. We were in class and he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner with him after school, to which I gladly accepted. We went to this cute Japanese restaurant and Hyunjin happened to know the waitress and she asked for his number. Hyunjin being Hyunjin, he gave her his number!!" you told the camera.

"Wait, I have my reasons! She was someone I knew from, like, kindergarten so I thought she just wanted to catch up."

"Idiot, you're lucky I didn't leave you then! Question 3: Firsts impressions?" you read out loud.

"Shy and cute girl" Hyunjin answered confidently.

"Thank you! For me, it was the pretty boy who was kind to everyone." you confessed.

"Not false.. Next question: When did we meet our families?"

"I don't remember actually." you chuckled embarrassed.

"I don't either but it was some time after we got together."

"Right. Next question: weird obsessions?" you said and smiled. "Your jewellery!"

"What about them?"

"You have too many and I think I still can find some you left here when we were together."

"I'm not as bad as you and your puppies!' he mentioned your dog obsession.

"They are cute, okay?" you tried to defend yourself.

"Sure~ Okay, next: How long have we been together?"

"Almost two years, you left me two months before our anniversary." you said, the ambiance suddenly.

"I didn't want to." he informed.

"I know."

"And I still regret it." he said sincerely while taking your hand in his.

"Hyunjin." you whispered.

"Please, Y/N. I still want you. I never thought about anyone else in these two last years."

"But your career?"

"They'll understand."

"And the fans?"

"I'm still a rookie idol (REMINDER I WROTE THIS IN 2019!) and they'll get over it. Please" he insisted.

You looked at his features carefully and his pleading eyes were irresistible. You just couldn't say no. "Okay, I'm willing to give it a shot" you smiled.

"Really?" he said, surprised.

"Yeah, why not?"

Hyunjin began to thank you over and over again while hugging you tightlyin his arms. When he let go, he looked at you and tilted his head to ask if he could and you nodded. He then kissed you. God you missed his lips, his touch, him. You pulled away and leaned onto him.

"Well, guys! I guess it's the boyfriend tag for real now!"

"What is the next question, baby?"

Your heart melted at the return of the pet name. You weren't gonna regret it anytime soon.

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narwhal-butterfly · 2 years ago

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Okay so the Christmas before covid hit my aunt got me the Nimona graphic novel and I loved it I still love it and when I tell you I squealed when I saw Netflix was making a movie, I squealed like I squealed, I was/am very excited

(Not part of this movie but I love that this movie is how I learned that the author of Nimona, one of the creators of Steven Universe, and the creator of She-ra(all of which I love) is trans, well looks like I'm going to go cover up their deadname on my book when I go back to my mom's house lol)

So y'all are getting my live reactions

(spoilers under cut off)

I have only watched 4 minutes into this movie and just EEEEEEEEE like they gave Ballister the biggest sad cat eyes you ever did see and he and Ambrosius are so gay and aasssahhhhhhhhfggggggdybeufbeusl

Okay I hate all of the knight (except Ballister and Ambrosius)

"You think I'm her favorite?" Yes ofc you are, you sweet little sad cat man

Eeeeeeee Ballister and Ambrosius are so fucking cute(this is probably gonna be 90% of this post lol)(edit: I was wrong)

Awww they're all cheering for him ❤❤❤❤ "Let a new era of heros begin with you" awwwww

OH FUCK SAD CAT MAN JUST KILLED THE FUCKING QUEEN WTF WTF WTF

OH SHIT AMBROSUIS JUST FUCKING CUT HIS ARM OFF WTF

OH SHIT WTF IS HAPPENING IT WAS SO HAPPY AND GAY AND CUTE

EEEEE NIMONA MY BELOVED BABY

Ooooh cool robot arm

EEEE baby has found one of her gay dads YIPPIE

"Sick arm. Did it bleed a lot? Did they let you keep the old one?" I love her, she is so fucking weird/pos

"-Then we rise like a firy phoenix from the ashes ro overthrow the government!" YESSSS down with the government!!!!

"This guy looks extremely punchable." "You're right. He is actually punchable." father and gender-fluid child bonding<3

They took his arm >:(

Aww he's going sad little cat mode;-;

Oh no Ambrosius thinks Ballister really killed the Queen ;-;

Baby is shape-shifting and I love her

Ballister sliding in on his face well Nimona is doing all of these cool tricks is the best thing ever

Nimona making her dad breakfast tacos and being unintentionally loud in the kitchen is just adorable and really shows how much of a kid she actually is

She tried to clean up the house well he was asleep awww(well more accurately she tried to make the house more of an evil lair but it's still cute)

"You're a mo-" "what? Marsupial? Mariachi? 🤌Meatball?🤌" I love her

Uh oh baby's got ✨️trauma✨️

"Why are you helping me?" Oh okay then;-; "Because I'm bored." Bullshit "And everybody hates you too." Oh ;_;

"But I'm not a girl. I'm a shark. *teeth click(×2)*" same

Ballister is such a tired dad

Ballister is such a tired dad (but now at a train station)

"He hates freestyle jazz." Pffff but also Awww

Ambrosius hair smells like lavender, alrighty then, but why are you smelling his hair Todd? that's a little fruity/hj

Uh oh the Director knows Nimona

The cereal ad is adorable lmao

"I just think it'd be easier if you were a girl." "Easier to be a girl? You're hilarious." I mean she's not wrong

Ooooh we're getting her backstory!!!! Oh nvm lmao, I love her lol

"And now, you're a boy." " I am today." Mood

Nimona attacking the Squire well Ballister's trying not to get caught as some lady's trying to sell him a car is just beautiful

He is so her dad and I love it

She's so trans and I love her

"Who would protect Todd?" No one, Todd sucks

OH MY GODS, IT WAS THE DIRECTOR WHAT THE HELL????

"Arm-chopping is not a love language!" Nimona I get that you are trying to protect your dad from an unhealthy relationship but in this case it is

Ambrosius no! babyboy do not talk to The Director, she is literally the problem!!!!

"The man I love,-" oh ;-;

Oh my gods, he's jealous of Nimona, no sweetheart, she is not your replacement, she is your new child

Uh oh babyboy's having a breakdown internally

Nimona defending Ballister is so cute

Also the director calling Nimona a 'miscreant, whispering in his ear' as she whispers into Ambrosius' ear is just 😗🤌*chef's kiss*

"It doesn't matter. You shouldn't need proof. You know I'm not a murderer." why must you hurt me like this? I just wanted to watch a movie ;-;

The lovers are fighting and Ballister defending Nimona and that's adorable but also heartbreaking

Nooooo, not the babies(Ballister and Nimona)

Oh my gods she turned into the fucking dragon from the cereal ad

Oh sweetheart, you're not a monster ;-;

"I don't what's scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." oh sweetie :(

Her dad is taking her away to somewhere better I'm crying oh my gods ;-;

YESSSSS AMBROSIUS STAND UP FOR YOUR BOY

Ma'am I don't give a fuck about your nightmares

Oh my gods she just stabbed him what the fuck, you bitch

Thank the gods it was just Nimona acting lmao but yes show the kingdom!!!

Oh my gods they're playing Monopoly I love them she is so his kid and he is so her dad

He sees to her reaction to him being freaked out about her breathing fire and then calls it 'metal' I just- I- eeeeeeeeeeehhhhhhhh ;-;

Awwww they're dancing and she's a shark for some reason lol

Aww they're watching scary movies

Oh no baby's having a nightmare :(

"You're safe." Awww "we're home." AWWWWW ;-;/pos

Aww Ballister and Ambrosius are going on a nachos date

Awww Ambrosius believes him

Nimona did not set him up sir, the Director is lying to you, Nimona is a sweet and innocent baby who has done no wrong, well actually she's done a lot of wrong but I don't care she's a sweet innocent baby

Ambrosius ily but do not make him choose between you and his child

Uh oh, what's Todd doing?

Sir, no that is your child, stop yelling at her please;-;

Oh fuck it's Todd

Oh my gods are we getting Nimona's backstory? oh my gods we're getting baby's backstory

Awww her and Gloreth were friends <333

Awwwww she had a crush on Gloreth

Uh oh the other people are scared of her

Oh nooo, oh baby ;-;

Uh ooh

UH OH, baby went Godzilla mode

Oh no she's hurt :(

Anndddd Ambrosius is finally getting how fuck this is

Oh baby :(

"I don't what scarier the fact that everyone in this kingdom wants to run a sword through my heart... or that sometimes, I just wanna let 'em." Oh honey noo :(( ;-;

Oh thanks the gods, her dad stopped her

"I see you, Nimona. And you're not alone." Ooooooh eeeeeeeehh ;-;

YEESSSS BABY'S SAVING THE CITY!!!!

OH FUCK IS SHE OKAY?

OH FUCK HER DAD'S MAKING THE SAD LITTLE CAT EYES AGAIN

Oh, okay, I'm crying now

Oh I'm not okay

Oh my gods, oh my gods oh my gods, she's (maybe(hopefully)) okay

AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH SHE'S OKAY!!!! THANK FUCK

#nimona #nimona movie #nimona my beloved #ballister boldheart #ballister blackheart #ambrosius goldenloin #ballister x ambrosius #i love all of them

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fuckyourchampionship · 2 months ago

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So you admit he gets hardcore hate as well and just choose to ignore that because there's valid reasons to critique him as well? And then that makes it ok to throw hateful shit at him also? You're just being wilfully ignorant if you think all the awful stuff being said to him is because he made stupid comments. There are genuinely thousands of ppl waiting for any excuse to start abusing people under the guise of valid criticism.

I don't think it's hardcore hate, max was getting more hate from British media and Lando fans every day, than Lando now😗

listen he did all this shit to himself, he is responsible for the fact that in such a short time he managed to piss off so many people. if you want we can write in private about the difference between criticism and hate or even about world hunger (you know, I don't want to spam the blog if we write like this all the time we can just as well talk in private) and this is the result of his stupid behavior he managed to piss off so much fandom now they are criticizing or hate whatever you call it, is it considered deserved - yes. the only thing I think is going too far is writing to kill himself but apparently he gets such messages in private because his fans say so.

he himself earned such a wave of hate or criticism.

well what more can I tell you, he could have stopped talking so much or practiced PR.

I'll tell you, I hope he learns not to talk so much

And I just remind you that my original post wasn't even about him, it was about his fans, so go take something to calm down and write me a private message

And there's no need to get so upset, I'm practically a random on tumblr

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vvh0adie · 1 year ago

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idolwild | bts | index

Being a Kpop idol is such a challenge by itself. What happens when you throw a relationship into the mix? Life gets absolutely better.

Status: ongoing | Last Update: Jun. 3, 2023

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ✧ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ✧༺♡༻✧ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ✧ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Jungkook

⇴ idol!jungkook x forensic tech!reader

※ Bonnet Bust Down [7K] | 18+ | A/F/C/S/M | ⊛

Jungkook is jealous of a bonnet (yes, gurl), and because he can’t ever take shit serious —as if he ever has— the ultimate battle begins.

※ Period Pooh [5.6K] | 18+ | a/F/C/m | ⊛

After a long week of work, your week can only get better with a pregnancy scare. You really don’t need this especially when you already take care of your biggest baby, Jungkook. And he seems to be taking this the hardest. Either way you two will get through this together.

※ Jinkies [?K] | 18+ | a/F/S/M

Jungkook has a surprise for you that’s sure to send your glasses flying. Will he be your superhero or satisfy his own needs?

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ✧ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ ✧༺♡༻✧ ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ ✧ ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

Hoseok

⇴ idol!hoseok x graphic designer!reader

※ For The Love of Sprite [?K] | 18+ | F/M

You’ve been talking for a while and now your ready to define the relationship.

#bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts au #bangtan smut

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skepticalarrie · 1 year ago

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Hi Allie, I miss seeing you in my dash. Are you going to see Louis and Niall on tour? I think Niall is also coming to LATAM too right? I'm so excited to see Louis in LATAM and go to a show.

I hope you are doing well and even if you are not that active I just want to thank you for everything you had done with your blog, your post and tags make me learn a lot about the fandom and I always like to check your organize blog that have so much info, so thank you. Wish you the best in everything.

Hello! Yes, if everything works as planned I'm seeing Louis again in May. Latam tours are always exciting, and he seems to have a great time as well. There's such a massive improvement compared to the last tour, so it's going to be fun. But no Niall, unfortunately. I believe he only announced dates for North America so far. I'd love to see him live as well.

And thank you, anon! That's incredibly sweet of you, it made me so happy, I'm sending you virtual hugs right now! 😗😗

#ask

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omg!!!!!! i would’ve loved to hear ur thoughts on the angsty mortal x immortal😞 sorry tumblr is being weird for u!!

but to be fair, in my defence!!! i would’ve frozen up and panicked if an elf confessed to me. imagine it’s someone’s as great and respected like glorifindel. like don’t get me wrong, he’s a great statue of a man. but i personally would’ve believed he would be lying to me and playing some sick joke 💀💀 like how can you THEEE balrog slayer like some nothing of a human being 🤔 r u sure you’re not making a mistake here⁉️⁉️

but personal grievances aside, in terms of plot sake, let’s just make it angsty!!! i can see that reader might be coming from great insecurity, as you said, and is not thinking right. imagine being a bystander and watching that go down 😭 omg id cringe so hard, it’s like watching a public proposal and the person being proposed to says no outright and now….everyone is just frozen stiff with awkwardness. now what???

maybe to add another layer and dramatic flare to it, what if it was an enemies to lovers dynamic? maybe that’s why reader would he adamant about being against the confession 🤔 they just fully believe that they won’t be good together—constantly bickering and arguing. there’s no common ground! so why now, of all times, did this elf fall in love with them? for what purpose? some twisted and cruel consequence that is love? (heavy desperation included BTW maybe both sides are mutual, but one is more on extreme denial while the either is just grasping at straws atp)

also side note, if the elf in question was someone insane like IDK faenor during that phase of his, it’d be reasonable that reader would try and run away from them 😞😞 that man is fine…do NOT get me wrong. but he ain’t my damage to carry 😫

Tumblr is being very weird. I also hate that new feature where all the coloured text are underlined. Like??? Ew no, the aesthetic is ruined 😭.

I agreed with that Feanor statement. Like yes Mr made with perfection in mind, body and soul you are fine but I'm not carrying your baggage 🤚. Deal with your issues before stepping to me angry fire boi.

For the whole idea of the elf out of nowhere confessing their undying love for a mere mortal reader, it would be a scary experience. "Who are you and what do you want from me?" Insecurities will be kicking us hard in the head when the comparisons are being made. A great elf courting a mere mortal 😳. "Sir, are your eyes in need of being checked? 20/20 vision?"

This post is so coincidental because last night I was teasing @lamemaster about plotting a Maedhros enemies to lovers angst fic 😈. I like the idea of watching people lose their minds over the back and forth mutual pinning and hating. And I absolutely agree with you on the "suddenly out of nowhere they realised they love me!" Like what do you mean love? When you despised me?? And we were at each other's throats??

Being a bystander leads to secondhand embarrassment. I would be screaming in lowercase for reader to disappear. This leads to another #huh? #cringeworthy #isheforreal? #erupickupyourson

Conversely, I do enjoy the idea of reader and elf enemies to lovers troupe stem from two houses feuding. Generational feuding that transcends through history and they're the ones who decide whether they end it or continue. That's interesting though, an elven house feuding with a mortal house 🤭. Not only insecurities get introduced but superiority and egotism to drive the dislike they contain.

For a plot twist, I would enjoy if reader and elf still didn't end up together. After all the turmoil and biting at each other's throats, they remain neutral #friendzoneforlife 😗👉👈

#[ plot doodles ]#there's nothing better than an enemies to lovers troupe #let's just pour more salt in the wound #enemies to lovers au

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theatrekidstatus · 1 year ago

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Chapter 17

We got more busy i was in 5 productions and 10 movies. But something happened one day

"Bea i dont fee-" i was cut off by my throw up it got on me and my bed "do you know whats wrong" "no but everything HURTS" "lets stay home today" "but" "but nothing you're sick so im going to help you" "fine" "lay down imma make a ✨breakfeast smoothie✨" "oh no" -20 minutes later- "its just fruit" "yeah,you dont like fruit or something? "I just thought" "what?" "it would be breakfasts made into one smoothie" "you're funny" "yo sè" "Si quieres hablar español, podemos hablar español" "only been 'speaking' it for 9 years calm down" "seems like plenty of time" "MOVING ON,I kinda miss Hamilton" "me too but we're moving up in the world" *he gets a text* "shit my moms in the hospital" "ant go to her I'll be fine" "you sure you can come" "'rest'. NOW GO" "see ya letter" he says all rushed and paniky. one thing lead to another and i was at walmart buying a pregnancy test "Y/N TERRELL" forgot i was famous "can i please get a photo" "sure"

*TAKES PHOTO* "dont post till till atleast half a hour please" "YES ANYTHING FOR YOU" "thanks i really appreciate it" i made my way back home and used the test and unlike when i was younger i passed i just cried perfect timing my now husband came in "honey what's wrong" "if I tell you don't get mad" "of crouse" "I'm pppp-pregnat" "im going to be a dad" "mhm y-your happy" "of course, but i want a baby if you want baby" "i want a baby" i say with now happy tears "can we tell people" "of course lets tell the mains

GUYS GUESS WHAT

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:what

Pippy poo😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:what

Mommy nèa(not dirty🙄)😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:what

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:what

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:what

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:what

Oakyyyyy the unfuckable tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:what

Christopfuckme👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾‍🦰👱🏾‍♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾‍🦰👩🏾‍🦳🧒🏾👩🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦰🧑🏾‍🦳👦🏿🧑🏾‍🦱👱🏾‍♀️👨🏾‍🦳👩🏾👨🏾‍🦱:what

My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:WE PREGERS

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:we?

WORD💀😒🙄🤧

My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:my bad

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:you should name them jazzyjr 😜

My mannn💀🎃😼🫶🏾☠️😺😽🤲🏾👽😸🙀👐🏾👾😹😿🙌🏾🤖😻😾👏🏾:what if they're a boy

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:jazzyjr💀

Word🙄.

Anthony pov:We got more busy i was in 2 productions and 8 movies. 2 show But something happened one day

"Bea i dont fee-" she was cut off by her throw up it got on me and our bed "do you know whats wrong" i asked "no but everything HURTS" she proclaimed "lets stay home today" "but-" she started "but nothing you're sick so im going to help you" i cut her off "fine" she says Resently "lay down imma make a ✨breakfeast smoothie✨" i announce "oh no" she mumbles -20 minutes later- "its just fruit?" she asked "yeah,you dont like fruit or something?" i ask "I just thought-" she cuts her self off "what?" i ask "it would be breakfast food made into one smoothie" she reveals "you're funny" i say "yo sè" (i know) "Si quieres hablar español, podemos hablar español" (you want to speak Spanish we can speak Spanish) "only been 'speaking' it for 9 years calm down" she tells me "seems like plenty of time" (its not😭😭) "MOVING ON,I kinda miss Hamilton" she brings up "me too,but we're moving up in the world" i say confronting her *he gets a text* "shit my moms in the hospital" i say panicked "ant go to her I'll be fine" "you sure you can come" "'rest', NOW GO" "see ya letter" i say all rushed and paniky. one thing lead to another and i was on insta because my mom turned out to be all right and i saw a fan and y/n at walmart. I see shes buying a pregnancy test because its on the belt. theres a video on the next slide "Y/N TERRELL" forgot i was famous i hear her mumble when you hang with her engouge you.hear.everything. "can i please get a photo" "sure"

*TAKES PHOTO* "dont post till till atleast half a hour please" "YES ANYTHING FOR YOU" "thanks i really appreciate it" i think she made her way back home and used the test and unlike when she was younger she passed i heard just crying perfect timing her now husband came in "honey what's wrong" i ask "if I tell you don't get mad" she tells "of crouse" "I'm pppp-pregnat" she sputters out "im going to be a dad" i say in shock "mhm, y-your happy?" she asked "of course, but i want a baby if you want baby" infrom her "i want a baby" she says with now happy tears "can we tell people" i ask "of course lets tell the mains"

Pinkey pie💓🩷:GUYS GUESS WHAT

Jazzy 😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:what

Pippa😀🥹☺️😃😅😊😄😂😇😁🤣🙂😆🥲🙃:what

nèa😉😗😝🤓😌😙😜😎😍😚🤪🥸🥰😋🤨🤩😘😛🧐🥳:what

Loser Leslie 🤫😐🙄😲🫠🫤😯🥱🤥😑😦😴😵‍💫😶🫨😧🤤🤐🫥😬😮😪🥴:what

Weird David 😮‍💨🤢🤕👹😵🤮🤑👺😵‍💫🤧🤠🤡🤐😷😈💩🥴🤒👿👻🤖:what

ThEy DiDnT sAy I CoUlDnT sIng 🤝🏾🤛🏾✌🏾🤌🏾👍🏾🤜🏾🫰🏾🤏🏾👎🏾🫷🏾🤟🏾🫳🏾👊🏾🫸🏾🤘🏾🫴🏾✊🏾🤞🏾👌🏾👈🏻:what

Oakyyyyy the uncool tree👉🏾🤚🏾🫲🏾✍🏾👆🏾🖐🏾🫱🏾🙏🏾🖖🏾👇🏾💪🏾🫵🏾☝🏾👋🏾🦾🦶🏾✋🏾🤙🏾🖕🏾🦵🏾:what

Christmas👶🏾🧑🏾👩🏾‍🦰👱🏾‍♂️👧🏻👨🏾🧑🏾‍🦰👩🏾‍🦳🧒🏾👩🏾‍🦱👨🏾‍🦰🧑🏾‍🦳👦🏿🧑🏾‍🦱👱🏾‍♀️👨🏾‍🦳👩🏾👨🏾‍🦱:what

WE PREGERS

Jazzy 😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:we?

WORD💀😒🙄🤧

my bad

Jazzy 😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:you should name them jazzyjr 😜

what if they're a boy

Jazzy poo bear😭🙄🔛🔝‼️🗞️🧍🏼‍♀️🫶🏾🤭🎶🗣️🪄✅😑👍🏾🩷😂👦🏿🖕🏾😘❕🔥😔👦🏾💞👹❗️🔊🎩👦🏽:jazzyjr💀

Word🙄.

Im back yall anyway after i finish this book (not for a WHILE) ill have more books ready not all Hamilton related tho

#hamilton fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #fanfics #fanfic authors #fanfic writers #fanfiction writer #fanfic writing #fanfic #fanfiction #anthony ramos #lin manuel miranda

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🇬🇧 Yahooo!!! How are you my fried dangos? 😗🍡

(yes no because, with the heatwave you are either melting or kiln right now... *dying of the heat*)

Today, no summer photos! Today, I'm making an exception to FINALLY show you our Archer Wangxian version which dates from... November 2023 👀

In truth, we had taken some nice photos at one of the photo booths but... we never managed to get the photos back despite all the necessary means (I'm going to try again on a network where I haven't sent any messages but, I hope not too much...) so, failing that, well I'll put a photo in the hall and later, you'll have photos on stage, since they're the only ones we have at the moment with my partner.

In any case, proud to present these new versions to you, even if some will have already seen them in stories on Insta or also on the performance that I posted on Tiktok 💖

🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹

🇫🇷 Yahooo!!! Comment allez-vous mes dangos frits? 😗🍡

(oui non car, avec la canicule ou tu fonds ou tu cuits actuellement... *en train de décéder de la chaleur*)

Aujourd'hui, pas de photo estivale! Aujourd'hui, je fais une exception pour ENFIN vous montrez nos version Archer Wangxian qui date de... Novembre 2023 👀

En vrai, on avait fait de belles photos à un des stands photos mais... on a jamais réussi à récupérer les photos malgré tout les moyens nécessaires (je vais encore tenté sur un réseau où j'ai pas envoyé de messages mais, j'espère plus trop...) donc, à défaut, bah je vous mets une photo dans le hall et plus tard, vous aurez des photos sur scène, vu que c'est les seules que l'on dispose pour le moment avec ma bînome.

Fière en tout cas de vous présenter ces nouvelles versions, même si certains les auront déjà vu en stories sur Insta ou aussi sur la prestation que j'ai posté sur Tiktok 💖

🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹 🏹

Lan Wangji is : Sasu-chan cosplay CB :3

Photo by : Marc_chouting (Insta)

Edit by : Me

#cosplay #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #魔道祖师 #wei wuxian #wei ying #mdzs cosplay #mo dao zu shi cosplay #wei wuxian cosplay #wei ying cosplay #lan wangji #lan wangji cosplay #lan zhan cosplay #lan zhan #archer #archer version #archery #young #the grand master of demonic cultivation

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"Well, I've heard that he comes across as a pompous ass, if that's what you mean."

LMMAAAAOOOOOOOOO SAUURRRR GOOOODODDDD

He moves to stand in front of you, finding your eyes. "Dear child, might I suggest steering clear of the Marquis and his associates whilst he is in residence with us here? It would simply be for the best. His reputation does preceed him."

WHAT HER DO THE EXACT OPPOSITE SMH

John Wick hated the name, but he liked you, so the name stayed. Him and his then wife somehow became your second set of parents, with your dad never around and your mother usually drowning in her fancy liquor.

AAWWWWWWW GIMME HIM

I SQUISH MI JOHNNY BOYY

"Whoever this Marquis is, I can handle him," you say determinedly. "I'll just act normal, do my job, go about business as usual."

LMMMAAAAAAOOOOO NO HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAH BUT GO OFF I GUESS

"You know me," you call after him, an impish grin on your face. "I'm only a shadow."

He is never beating those pompous ass allegations. You can't help but smirk from your post behind the concierge desk.

HAHAHAHAHHH

You look down briefly, smoothing out invisible creases on your black button-up shirt. Don't laugh. You roll out your shoulders. Compose yourself.

NNNNAUUURRR 😭😭😭😭😭😭 THATS SO MEEEE HAHAHAHB BSJEJWNWKS ME ASFFFF LMAAAOOOOOO HELLPPP 😭😭😭😭😭😭💳

"What is your name?" He asks, a perfect brow raised in anticipation.

Why he kinda-

A momentary pause, before he repeats your name. You want to hate the way he says it, as if he testing it on his tongue, seeing how it tastes.

SEEE SEEE SHE LIKE ME FR HAHAHHAHAHAHSKEIEJEJSNNSN 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪

He finally walks away. But of course, of course he has to drive a chill up your spine as he calls over his shoulder, "Have her come up to me in twenty minutes."

🧍

"So much for your being 'only a shadow', hmm?" Charon echoes your sentiment, which has just been apparently disproven.

NAJSHHSHSHHSS IM SORRY CHARON I CANT HELP THAT IM THE MAIN CHARACTER

"Mmm," he hums, and tilts his head. "Tell me, what was so funny?"

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"No, sir, I... I must admit, I don't quite remember what you speak of. I smirk to myself all the time. I've got plenty of inside jokes and all that."

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"Are you... well in the head?" He twirls his fingers beside his temple. The bastard.

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"Yes, Marquis." You take a deep breath, but you can't help yourself. "But I assure you I'm just as demented as you are."

First of all i would have said no im not HAHAHAAH 🤪🤪🤪🤪✌️✌️✌️ SECOND OF ALL SHE REALLY JUST- 🧍

"Well," you say carefully, knowing the wrong word might set him off, "you could let the fool go. You've already taught him a lesson."

SHES CALLIN THE SHOTS NOW RATATATATTATATATATATTAT

"Leave us," the Marquis finally says. Well, shit.

🧍😗🍵👌 welp

"I hope you aren't busy," he says, walking to the other room.

[tucks hair] WHY HE KINDA

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You grumble under your breath, "So much for being a shadow."

Like i said

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le marquis et le moineau - (ill)fated

Marquis de Gramont x f!reader

synopsis: one of several short stories, set up as a prequel to this oneshot of le marquis et le moineau. This is set in the early days, depicting the beginning of what would turn into a dangerous mutual infatuation.

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word count: 2.5k ▪︎ themes/warnings: slow burn, mentions of violence (it's the John Wick universe ofc), language

"Welcome to the New York Continental. How may I be of service?" Charon asks in his flawless genial manner.

You stand behind him, his shadow in training. After only 3 short months as the 'Assistant to the Concierge' - (a title you picked over 'Assistant Concierge', in reference to a certain beloved TV series) - you've come to learn the ins and outs of the Continental.

What makes it tick. The demands of its peculiar crowd of usual guests. What is required to keep such an establishment up and running.

In truth, it takes a lot of fucking work. Much and more need to be swept under the rug so as to not attract attention. Guests need to be kept satisfied, their particular requests adhered to. As long as it is well within the rules of the High Table, of course.

The only thing separating you from the animals.

As if everyone in this sort of life has not already become animal. Well, isn't ignorance such bliss.

The man who introduced himself as Chidi says, "I have come ahead of my superior, the Marquis de Gramont. Needless to say, we must ensure that everything is well-prepared for his stay here in New York. Wouldn't you agree, Charon?"

"Of course, sir." Charon tilts his head. "I will personally see to that, don't you worry. Is he still set to arrive tonight at the planned hour?"

"He should be here at 6 this evening. I trust that the... agitator is being dealt with?"

Charon walks in front of the counter, taking a parcel from a bellhop. He keeps his gaze trained on Chidi. "With compliments of the Continental, sir. The proprietor has ensured that the liability will be brought to the penthouse of the Marquis."

"Very good." Chidi taps Charon on the shoulder once, before walking away, a satisfied sneer on his face.

"Just remember, sir," Charon calls out to him, making his stop in his tracks, "that no business may be conducted on Continental grounds."

"Hmm."

After a moment, you move to stand beside Charon.

"So, sir, what was that all about?"

He turns his head towards you fondly. "I'm sure you've heard of Marquis Vincent de Gramont."

"Well, I've heard that he comes across as a pompous ass, if that's what you mean."

Charon simply raises his eyebrows at you, already accustomed to your blunt, sarcastic manner of speaking. "Well, he will be staying with us for a couple of days, as he has some... business to deal with."

"I won't even ask."

You can't help but smile at Charon's nickname for you, one that heralds back to when your family first moved across the hall from him in one of the High Table sponsored apartment buildings in downtown Manhattan.

You had been only 12, but you were already well aware of your father's line of work. One that required him to be away on business to faraway cities each month, and caused him to rub elbows with the dregs of the underworld.

Not all of them were bad though. You grew fond of some of his associates, namely Charon, of course. And the one they called the Baba Yaga, but to you he was just Johnny.

More than a decade later, your father met his end on one of his jobs. One that was only supposed to be "quick and easy". He promised he would be back to you in no time, with a box of your favourite chocolates from Paris.

But he never came. And neither did the fucking chocolates, which truthfully, you now hated. Your father lost his life in that city, so you grew to loathe everything about it.

And now comes the Marquis, the man practically in charge of all of Paris. Not to the public eye, of course.

If Charon asks you to steer clear of him, it must be for good reason.

But you've never been good at following orders. Or staying out of trouble. Or keeping your mouth shut.

"Whoever this Marquis is, I can handle him," you say determinedly. "I'll just act normal, do my job, go about business as usual."

Charon takes a deep breath, resigning himself. "Very well. Just try not to catch his eye." A tenant raises her hand, demanding his attention, so he starts to head her way.

"You know me," you call after him, an impish grin on your face. "I'm only a shadow."

The Marquis de Gramont stands in the ornate lobby of the Continental, surrounded by his posse. Clad in an impeccable three-piece cream suit, his hair perfectly coiffed, his polished shoes gleaming to the naked eye.

He is never beating those pompous ass allegations. You can't help but smirk from your post behind the concierge desk.

You look down briefly, smoothing out invisible creases on your black button-up shirt. Don't laugh. You roll out your shoulders. Compose yourself.

Winston and Charon had greeted his entourage upon entering, and they've been hashing out the details of his stay for the last minute or two. Apparently, the Marquis has some very specific demands. Of course he does.

Those in the group exchange some final words, nodding to each other, seemingly satisfied. Charon raises his arm, directing the Marquis. "Right this way, if you please."

Hands on his hips, the Marquis makes his way over to the private elevator. Which only means that he will have to pass by your post.

You try to keep your head down, as a practiced sign of cordiality. Also, so that you don't let out an impromptu sneer. But you can't help it. Right when he passes by, you raise your head.

And he is already looking straight at you.

The corner of his lips is in a downturn, as if he is judging you where you stand. Pompous prick.

You don't let it faze you. "Welcome to the Continental. We hope you enjoy your stay," you greet him, eyes not leaving his in some sort of defiance.

"Hmm." He walks by, slowly, and you only want to urge him on. But just when he is clear of the reception desk, he turns on his heel.

"What is your name?" He asks, a perfect brow raised in anticipation.

You answer him, keeping your voice steady. You've learned a long time ago not to allow men like him the chance to intimidate you.

A momentary pause, before he repeats your name. You want to hate the way he says it, as if he testing it on his tongue, seeing how it tastes.

But hell, that French accent can make anything sound heavenly.

"Is there a problem, monsieur?" Charon has moved to your side, wary of the attention from the marquis.

Marquis de Gramont barely acknowledges Charon with a sideways glance, before looking back to you. "Non, no problem at all."

He finally walks away. But of course, of course he has to drive a chill up your spine as he calls over his shoulder, "Have her come up to me in twenty minutes."

You grit your teeth in an attempt to maintain cordiality. "Excuse me, sir?" He could have at least addressed me himself.

Nothing. He doesn't even look back at you as he enters the elevator, head dipped in hushed whispers to his security team.

"So much for your being 'only a shadow', hmm?" Charon echoes your sentiment, which has just been apparently disproven.

Winston draws closer, worried look on his face as he says, "Quite a conundrum, dear one. I'm considering sending someone else in your place, however, he did ask for you markedly."

Your stomach churned. "Maybe he just needs some attending? Room service? Basic cleanup? I don't know..." Basic cleanup being clearing the blood of the surfaces of his penthouse, especially after he deals with the man the establishment had caught and presented to him.

Deals with. But not kill. Never that. Not whilst on Continental grounds, that is.

Winston responds, "Perhaps so. I trust that you will handle it? I know you can, child."

You straighten yourself. "Of course I can. He's just some overgrown French brat."

But what the fuck does he want?

"If anything," Winston adds calmly, "and worst comes to worst, your dear Uncle Johnny would surely be happy to lend a hand."

Of course he will. Feeling much lighter, you shoot a smile at Charon and Winston, before returning to your post behind the desk.

18 more minutes.

The Marquis stays in the biggest penthouse of the Continental. The most exclusive part of the property, made even more opulent per his request.

New pieces of artwork are hung on the walls, requested from some New York Baron's private collection. Not that he had a choice.

The man - the traitor - known as Laurent had been staying at the Continental in the week prior, stupidly believing that he is free of the Marquis.

It only took one phone call, and of course, Winston had to relent. They kept Laurent in one of their best suites, lulling him into a false sense of security, all while preparing for the Marquis' arrival.

Then Laurent's room was filled with nitrous oxide, and he was tied up and taken to the Marquis' penthouse.

Laurent sits in a lone wooden chair, nearly unconscious in the middle of the drawing room as you enter, a gash of deep red on his temple.

Chidi sits directly in front of him, seemingly carrying out the interrogation. His superior, on the other hand, lazily sits on the plush couch on the far side of the room. Looking as if he'd rather be anywhere but here. As if there isn't a man being tortured right in front of his eyes.

One of his men announces your arrival, but you sense the Marquis has already noticed your presence.

You clear your throat. "You asked for me, sir?"

"Mmm," he hums, and tilts his head. "Tell me, what was so funny?"

"I'm sorry?"

"When you first saw me in the lobby," he stands, stalking over to you, "you smirked. I wish to know what it was that brought you to react in such a manner."

This is why he asked for me? Because I smirked? Oh, for fuck's -

He steps forward, closer. "Cat got your tongue?"

"No, sir, I... I must admit, I don't quite remember what you speak of. I smirk to myself all the time. I've got plenty of inside jokes and all that."

"To yourself?"

"Yes."

"Are you... well in the head?" He twirls his fingers beside his temple. The bastard.

"Yes, Marquis." You take a deep breath, but you can't help yourself. "But I assure you I'm just as demented as you are."

A gloom falls over his face, and you sense his security team tense up. Preparing for him to say the word.

Your eyes trail around the room, and continue, "And everyone else in this world of ours."

The Marquis stares at you. Half-indignant, and dare you think it, half-amused.

His lips twitch, fighting back a smirk of his own, and his eyes rake your figure. From your uniform shoes to your hands to your lips. Then back to your gaze.

"Fair point." He shrugs, and the room settles once again. His men look away from the pair of you.

He turns, beckoning you to follow. A few feet in front of Laurent, he asks, "What do you make of this?"

Of this? You mean of him? The way the Marquis speaks, as if Laurent is merely a thing to be dealt with and not a person, bothers you. But such is the way of your world.

"Laurent Castillon. French-Italian sommelier. If I understand correctly, he cheated you out of what would have been successful dinner plans."

Sommelier, an arms dealer. Dinner plans, whatever you can concoct with the use of guns. You're more than accustomed to the language, having picked it up over the years.

"Excellent." The Marquis clasps his hands, pleased. "Now, what do you make of this? What would you do, if you were in my shoes?"

He is testing you, prodding you on. Seeing if you would curl back in your shell or flinch.

Is there a wrong answer here, or is this all just some game?

"I would set things right, I suppose."

"You suppose?" He repeats, dissatisfied. "We don't deal in half measures."

"I would - ," you look him directly in his eyes, "I would make him pay."

Something sparks in Marquis de Gramont's eyes. Recognition? Appreciation? Excitement?

"Won't that be a waste?" He takes a step closer, eliminating the space between you.

Stand your ground.

You shrug, "Such is life."

He smiles, "Indeed, petit moineau."

In a flash, without breaking your gaze, he takes a handgun from the inner lining of his jacket and shoots Laurent in the knee. He keels over, screaming.

The familiar sound rings in your ears, making you dig your nails in the flesh of your palm.

The Marquis does not even flinch, does not even look at Laurent who is writhing on the floor in pain.

"And what now?" He rubs an eyebrow with his thumb, still holding his gun carelessly with that hand.

"That depends." What the fuck did he call me? Moineau? "How gracious do you feel tonight?"

"Why?"

"Well," you say carefully, knowing the wrong word might set him off, "you could let the fool go. You've already taught him a lesson."

A long, torturous pause. He does not seem to like that suggestion.

"Take him away." He gives a sudden order, and all his men rush to obey. Seconds pass, and Laurent is out of your sight. Only Chidi and two other men are left hovering in the corner.

"Leave us," the Marquis finally says. Well, shit.

The door shuts behind the men, and you are left alone, with one of the most notorious men in the city. Perhaps the world.

"What's going to happen to him?" You find yourself asking, to fill the silence and also because you're genuinely curious.

He looks at you in confusion, as if the answer is the most obvious thing. "He dies, of course."

You swallow, a picture of forced composure. "Of course."

He rolls his eyes. "Sure, not here on the Continental and all that nonsense. But it does not matter. He dies anyway."

He dies. He says that so easily, like a life means nothing. It probably means nothing to him. Your father would probably have only been another life to spend, just another one in the roster, in his eyes.

"I hope you aren't busy," he says, walking to the other room.

"What did you have in mind?" Why can't he just send me away already?

"We shall dine together. I could use the company."

You grumble under your breath, "So much for being a shadow."

"Pardon?" He asks, just before reaching the archway to the dining room.

"I said, it would be my pleasure."

"Hmm."

Two can play at this game, Marquis.

My HotD series works are not going to be discontinued. The next part to fire like yours will be up next, but don't hold me to it 🖤😉

More Marquis, just as it should be.

And even more to come - taglist open!

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lokisprettygirl · 2 years ago

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I know this comes late 🥲 but weekend was busy😄

How loveable, cute, hot and sexy is (over)protective, concerned and jealous Loki ? I'm so in love with him.❤️

'He won't let you out of the house without him...however seeing you like this made Loki over protective. It's not that he didn't want you to wear such a dress..., he was just jealous of other men who'd get to see you like that.'

'Did you carry your granola bar' 'So there will be a stripper?' 'Do I need to remind you who your daddy is, hmm?' (Yes, please, remind me 😏😏)

'Maybe? ...you were doing it on purpose; he knew it'

I've missed their teasing and the tension as a result🥰...and they're back in their car...I would like to call it the sex car😂😂 and I expected fully clothed sex but....nooo, Loki surprised me. And what a surprise it was. My Lady that was SO HOT 🥵

'Dadddyy what are you doing?' 'Reminding you who you belong to babygirl.' 😏😏

This whole scene got me on my knees and I was giggling and smiling the whole time...the granola bar....gosh, that was so sexy 😉🤤🥵

'Open up love.' You spread your legs as wide as you could and he smirked. 'I ment your mouth sweet girl'. 😂😂that was funny and cute and sexy at the same time...it absolutely suits them🥰❤️‍🔥

'Ohh daddy what are you doing to me' 'Ruining you baby, and I have just begun, you're not ready for what I'm going to do with you once we are in the privacy of our own place'

I'm not ready for it either 🤣🤣 and I think I would like to have some more clothed sex before they really go all in😅❤️‍🔥. The sex car should be the "clothed sex area" ! 😉🤣

I'm not sure if it's good for the environment to throw wipes and panties out of the car's window but...in this case I don't care 😅

It's adorable how y/n became almost shy around him when she cleaned herself. Their love is pure and genuine and like always it warms my heart how they treat each other with care and tenderness and Loki's further love confession is so heartwarming 🥰😍.

I'm happy for them that they can enjoy each other because of love and that it's not only sexual.

One of my questions is answered now, Loki didn't know that Bruce is alive. How confused he must have been when he confronted him. I like the imagination of our protective, angry and punching man 😍😏

But wasn't Loki confused that Bruce knows his name, that he had the piece of paper prepared with the secret phone number? And why was Bruce in the club? It confused me that he walked through the club with a mask on his face...I would've found it weird 🤔👀

I'm excited for the moment when Loki calls him. What is the truth, y/n isn't ready for? And what are Bruce's plans? Are they compatible with Loki's? We will see👀

Did I forget or missed things? I'm sure I did but please don't be mad at me 🥺😌. I absolutely loved this chapter my Queen 👑. I love you❤️

P.S. Just saw the next chapter is out, I'm going to read it later this night 🥰🤗💚

I'm running to answer the one you sent for the most current chapter but I just had to post for the accurate usage of all the panties out the window gif 😂😂😂 this gif was made for that exact scene. Dyinnng.

Love you 😗😗😗💕

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Hello! Idk if you are taking requests if you are can you make a cheating imagine where Felix cheats on the reader but instead of the reader crying and going numb can you make her take revenge?

One was kiss was all it took for you to know Felix was the man who would ruin you someday. So when the first hook up happened, you did not even bother to wake him up and you left immediately just like how you always treat your one night stands. You’ll forget him anyway just not that easily especially with how he kissed you that night. That’s why you went again in the club, searching for another prey. It’s not like you’ll settle for anyone. Not until he appeared again in front of you, and you just knew right there, you’ll break your promise with yourself. Not for so long when the lust turned into love. When the space you are occupying in his life was not only on the bed but also the spaces between his hands. The love you have for Felix was a dangerous kind of love. He’s dangerous in a sense that he got you in the palm of his hands. So when he asked you to be his you agreed right away. Turning back on the life you thought you wanted. But just like how fast and hard you’ve fallen in love with Felix, it was painfully slow how the relationship between you crumble. That got you thinking every night, what went wrong.

“Felix,” you called him out, “What’s the problem?” looking at him, waiting for a response that is not ‘nothing’. You are growing impatient with your boyfriend now. It’s been a month since he grown cold too.

He looked at you briefly, bored to death, before shrugging his shoulders. What was that? You saw him getting his car keys. He’ll go out again.

“Wait. Can we talk about this?”, you hold his wrist, preventing him from moving. “We’ll talk if you stopped asking that question,” annoyed at you now. “If there’s no problem, what is this then?” you let him go, brows furrowing how confusing he’s been acting. “Ask yourself,” he uttered before leaving you again.

He’s been partying more with his friends, friends you really don’t know who. That night you waited for Felix to come home instead of drinking your problem away like you always do. Maybe you did something that tick him off. He did say ask yourself. So you’ve thought about the things you did that maybe annoyed him. Does he hate how you always ask him to watch a series with you? Or is he mad because there are times you just wanted to sleep right away when you come home from work? Are you not giving him enough of assurance? Whatever it is, you’ll apologize before it grows into something you can’t even fix. You miss him so much already. His side of bed feels empty.

You fell asleep and was woken up by a call from Chan, a friend of Felix whom you met and became friends with too. You didn’t even notice you fell asleep in the couch. Sighing, looking around because you know Felix is still not home. You answered, confused with the late night call.

“Hello?”

“Y/N? Did I wake you up?” Chan answered, you noticed the noise of a loud bass in his background.

“It’s fine. Are you in club?”

“Yes,” he answered but this time you heard the frustration in his voice. “Do you... perhaps want me to pick you up?” Chan never ask you a favor like this so you are confused. “No,” he replied, “Just...” you heard him sigh, “Can we talk in person?”

“Of course. Wait. Now?”

“Whenever you are free.”

You agreed, “Are you with Felix?”

Chan wanted to lie for his friend but you don’t deserve that so he said yes. “Okay. You take care,” he heard the sadness in your voice so he ended the call right away to confront his friend.

Chan is not the kind of person to go parties to unwind but Changbin is. So when the latter ask him to accompany him to a club he knew he doesn’t have any say to it. He doesn’t drink and was just having fun talking to people. His eyes from time to time search for his friend, making sure he’s still sober. That’s when he noticed Felix and a familiar figure in the bar, too intimate for exes to be that close.

Changbin arrived with an annoyed face, “What happened?” Chan asked. Changbin straighten his face before briefly looking at the bar’s direction, “Nothing.”

“That’s Felix right? With his ex?”, Chan asked Changbin right away. Changbin was shocked that Chan saw Felix, “I thought they broke up in bad terms? They are okay now?”

“Maybe there are just talking?”

“Doesn’t look like that to me. What is Felix thinking?”

“I honestly don’t know.”

Days have passed by and there’s no progress with Felix. You met with Chan but he just ask you about your well-being. He’s been acting weird though like Felix. The guilt in their eyes tells you they are hiding something. So instead of laying in your bed, asking yourself what you did wrong, you followed Felix and you are not surprised when he parked in one of the clubs. It’s not even a weekend to party but the club is full-packed. You appearance stand out, you are wearing a hoodie and a jeans you just throw together in a hurry. The cigarette smoke, the loud music, the sweaty bodies grinding to each other made you uncomfortable for some reason. It’s been a while since you’ve stepped in this kind of scene.

“Y/N?” someone called your name out, searching for that someone you look around. Chan stared at you, “What are you doing here?” he asked, panic in his voice. “I-” you don’t even know how to say you followed Felix not sounding like a paranoid partner. You can’t even lie it’s a coincidence when you are wearing an outfit out of place. Chan looked behind you, you are about to glance to see what he’s staring when he hold you in your place. Startled, “Chan?” he looked at you for a second before letting you go. So you turned around to see what he’s looking at.

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he whispered.

Felix is exchanging a passionate kiss with his ex lover.

You never met her, you just knew her from Felix’s stories, the ex who hurt him so much he ran away. The familiar face in Felix’s phone hidden album, whose birthday, you figured, is still Felix’s passcode. The person, just now you realised, you can never replace in his heart.

Did you even love me?

You teared your eyes away from them and look at Chan, he knew this was happening for a long time. He knew and he didn’t tell you. “Y/N,” he called out, at least his face tells you he’s guilty.

“Don’t bother anymore.”

Those nights of missing him, of racking your brain with what you might did to upset him, of waiting for him to come home and waking up him not beside you and of crying you might lose him suddenly comes back to you.

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out of time

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Characters: Lee Felix x Fem Reader (Y/N)

Genre: Angst | Suggestive

Content Warning: Mature content | Minors DNI

Song Inspiration:

Out of Time by The Weekend

Disclaimer: This is just pure fiction.

A/N: I’m exploring writing other genre to write. This is the first time I’ll write more than a suggestive scenario so please bear with me. Wish me luck!

your voice does to me what autumn does to trees you call to say hello and my clothes fall naturally - rupi kaur / the sun and her flowers

The cherry in your mouth makes up for the flavour of vodka you accepted from the stranger.

“Are you ready?”

Oh, that voice.

You nodded, the fruit gone in your mouth, showing the stem of it before putting it on your mouth. He licked his lips, doing the same thing as you.

“The first one to tie a knot in a cherry stem would win,” repeating what he said earlier when he proposed the game.

Do you really look bored as hell?

“1... 2... 3... Go!”

He maintained eye contact and you do the same, your eyes never leaving his face. He’s so gorgeous, it hurts to think you’ll not see his face everyday.

Or is it better? Art should only be touched with eyes. And he’s an art you don’t want to ruin.

Smirking at him when you felt you’re almost there. The competitive spirit in you would not let the stranger win. You are about to show the knot you did when he opened his mouth, taking out the knot he did, smiling widely.

Oh god.

You take out the cherry stem from your mouth, putting it on the glass of vodka in front of you. Brushing your hair, looking back at him. Contemplating. You bit your lips before smiling at him.

“Congrats!”

He smirked, leaning towards you slowly. You didn’t backed away though. Seeing his face much closer would make you appreciate the art like the freckles he had across his cheeks.

“I would like to take my prize right now,” he whispered before crashing his lips on yours. He put his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. Instinctively, putting your hand on his chest.

You’ve got so much to discover.

You let him dominate you. Eager. Hot. Cherry. Devour you like you are his last meal. The kiss lasted for a minute, before you backed away. Breathless. Cleaning the side of his lips stained with your lipstick with your thumb. Also an opportunity to trace the freckles on his face like connecting stars to create a constellation.

“I didn’t know I’m the prize, baby.”

Oh, his eyes.

He’s just looking at you, speechless. You giggled at him before getting up.

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u r my favorite everything

i’m somethin’ so familiar that you don’t even notice

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Characters: Yang Jeongin x Reader (Y/N)

Genre: Angst | Fluff | Best friends AU

Inspired by: pink skies by LANY

A/N: Happy I.N day!

Our maknae really deserves the world because just his smile makes it better so we’re giving him it to him together with Stray Kids. I hope he got more people supporting and loving him. I saw how he grew as an artist and as a person (a little bit dramatic but yeah). I know he’s always trying to give his best. He’s always quiet in the interviews that made me think he’s really a reserved person. He keeps a lot to himself that makes me want to protect him more. I wish he’s taking care of himself. He also have his hyungs to take care of him so I’m not that worried. I sound like a mom but let me be, its I.N we are talking about. I hope he got more opportunities in the future. He’s growing up so well, I’m tearing up while writing this.

Green is really Jeongin’s color. I‘m not good at fluff but I tried. Happy reading! :))

Bored to death.

That’s what you are while waiting for your best friend who’s really enjoying trying everything in this thrift store. It’s been three hours and the sun is already setting. You are hungry you could eat a whole horse.

But you can’t even get mad at Jeongin right now. Not when he’s so excited to show you that the pants he really likes fits him well. He’s getting really good with mixing and matching his clothes.

Dusting off the pants before looking at you expectantly, “What do you think?”

What do you think? WHAT DO YOU THINK?

You can’t even think straight. When did he become much cuter? Is it the perm? Or is it when he removed his braces? But that’s ages ago. There are many things that changed with your best friend’s appearance but you didn’t notice until recently. He gained more muscle and you swear that he has abs because you accidentally saw it one time. Muscles aren’t even supposed to make you cute so you admit that he’s so freaking attractive that his ex might be come back to him.

“Uh… Earth to Y/N,” he coughs. Did he caught you staring at him? Oh my god. What would he even think?

Inhaling before pursing your lips together, you put hand on your chin. Squinting at him, “You look,” shrugging, “okay.”

“All that suspense and just okay?” confused at you but didn’t falter him. He knows he looks good.

“Yep,” signaling him an okay sign.

“I caught you drooling at me though.”

“Shut up,” rolling your eyes at him. Jeongin raised his one eyebrow at you. Teasing him definitely backfired at you. Sighing, “You look great. You look like…” leaning back on the chair outside the dressing room, “my next boyfriend.” Smirking at him when got all flustered because of what you said.

Laughing at his red face, “Oh my god Jeongin. Breathe.” He pouted at you while glaring. You know he’s embarrassed and probably slightly mad at you for laughing at him. You still can’t take him seriously with all that pouting.

You tried to stifled your laugh, “Okay. Okay. I’m sorry.”

“You really look great Jeongin,” you said with all sincerity you can muster. He stopped glaring at you.

“Now can we eat? I’m hungry.”

“Wait for me,” he said before entering the dressing room again.

“I’ve been waiting for you for hours,” you groaned before plopping down at the chair again.

“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life,” Jeongin thought.

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92 notes - Posted February 8, 2022

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Hello! Can you make a scenario where Lee know bully’s you but actually likes you then you hurt yourself and he regrets it and can the reader not die🥹 if you do ty!

What if I told you I've fallen?

The doorbell rang but you pay no attention to it. You can't move, you don't have the energy to do so. Your body hurts and even little movements make your headache much worse. So you close your eyes, hoping that the delivery man will come back the next time you're better.

The doorbell rang again, you search for your phone, maybe it was your friends who came to visit you. But there's no message from Seungmin nor Hyunjin, they said they'll visit you after work with a promised dinner.

So who the hell is at your door in the middle of the day?

You got up from your bed with all your strength. It's about time to get some water and take your medicine. With the blanket around your face, without any care about how you'll look crazy, you opened the door.

Minho, the sole reason why are you in this state.

You coughed at his face, surprised and confused about why is he there. Frowning at him, you clearly said you are done with him. You'll not play his games anymore. It's been years since he started this beef with you. You don't know why he hates you so much. Is it because you became friends with his friends? The only reasonable explanation you can conclude is that he doesn't want you to be in his circle of friends. Cause it looks like he hated you since the start. But last night was the last straw, he made you wait in the middle of the rain.

"Why are you so pressed?" He said with a grin on his face, the umbrella covering him from the pouring rain.

"You made me wait for hours."

"It's not my fault. I don't have your phone number with me."

You know this routine, he'll put all the blame on you.

"Cause you refused to give your number to," he shrugs, "a stranger right?" He smiles, clearly enjoying this. Ugh. He's so annoying.

"You know what? If I'd known you are the one I'll be with today. I'll cancel everything. What was Changbin thinking this was a good idea?"

"Maybe that's why Changbin thinks this was a good idea."

"Well, it's not," shivering when a cold wind passed by. He observes you before walking a little close to where you at, "Why are you fuming? I'm doing you a favor here." The umbrella covers your head, but you are flustered with how close he is. Stepping back from him, he frowned at you.

Damn. Now you feel hot.

"I asked my friends to do this volunteering with me, not you."

"Well, your friends can't make it."

You sighed, maybe you'll do this some other time. It's raining hard.

"Just go home," you said before sneezing. You definitely will catch a cold. You started walking when Minho called you.

"Y/N..." You looked back, "Look Minho, this was supposed to be a good day with my friends."

"And I ruined it?" He said before you can even be finished what you'll say, "Because I'm the one who showed up?"

"The key word is friends. And we are not friends. We are far from that."

"Cause you don't want to be friends with me. I'm doing all I can to..."

"Oh please Minho. You are the one who hates me from the start. You know what? Let's stop this. We are not kids anymore to fight like this. If we don't want each other around then let's avoid each other. I'm so done having these arguments with you. Our friends are also tired of this for sure." You did not wait for whatever he'll say. Whether he agrees or not, you'll just avoid him.

You can't deal with this now. You are about to close your door when he stopped it with his foot.

"Ouch," he said, lifting it while hopping from the pain, you rolled your eyes, opening your door widely this time.

"What are you doing here?" He stopped hopping and stayed still, you noticed a plastic bag in his hand.

"Who's idea is this? Is it Chan?" Ready to call your friend to stop this.

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My Top Posts in 2021

I never put much stock into oldest/middle/youngest child syndrome (since there's a lot of other things that can affect one's development) but since becoming an online tutor, 5 out of my 9 kids are middle children 😶 The other 4; 2 are an only child and 2 are the youngest child.

It's interesting 🤔 I wonder if there's correlation between birth order and education...

5 notes • Posted 2021-03-09 08:47:37 GMT

Totally forgot about faebruary 😖 (Well, at least there's still faepril 😋) So, on the last day of February, I designed a Dark Fae character like from Maleficent 2 ✨

This lass is based off the painted bunting 🐦 and I gave her clothes based off those worn during Fiesta time 💃

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Knowing I'm autistic, I kinda wanna get myself some stim toys 😗 I mean, I've wanted to for a while but I worried about others judging me 😖

Maybe I'll get a chewing necklace 😸

10 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 18:03:14 GMT

Three days ago, I got my diagnosis and learned that I'm autistic. I drew my faesona with my favorite autistic-coded character, Prilla ✨ I'm still sorta processing the information 😖 On the one hand, it's nice to finally have an answer as to why I am the way I am 😄 On the other hand, I'm furious when I think of all the heartache that could have been avoided if I knew sooner 😤 I felt broken for YEARS 😭 On the OTHER other hand, I'm thankful that there are resources out there to help me, now that I finally understand why my social skills are sub-par 😅

11 notes • Posted 2021-05-24 17:39:19 GMT

I was watching "Love on the Spectrum," on Netflix last night. It talks about how navigating romance is for autistic folk. They have all sorts of autistic folk on the show too, like one woman who hates noisy places and another woman who went to a costume party, yelled out: "Conga line! 😆" and just started a conga line in the middle of the party. There's a guy who is very monotone and formal, and there's a guy who smiles a lot and will info-dump about dinosaurs.

My mom was with me, and she was pointing out the little things in the interactions.

"You can tell they're running a mental checklist of things to say. You can tell he reminded himself to smile. You can tell they're uncomfortable with the silence."

I almost broke down crying 😭 I told my mom: "Yeah, that's exactly what it's like! I script and I practice what I say before I say it. I run a mental checklist."

My mom, of course, understood, and chimed in the fact that my go-to conversation starter, ever since I was a child, was: "Oh, I love your {clothing/jewelry/physical trait} 😄"

I haven't felt this seen since I was 6 years old, watching "Lilo and Stitch," for the first time in theaters. The way Lilo was just doing what she loved, and the other girls thought she was weird, and when Lilo tries to connect with them over the topic of dolls, the girls just run away. Reminded me of the time I tried to make friends in preschool and the classmates tried to hit me with brooms 😅 so I played with blocks by myself. Kindergarten, I moved to a new school and when I tried to make friends, I got tied to a pole at recess because I was playing "the captured princess." After that, I would usually swing or play in the sand. First grade, I was the asshole who ruined a classroom game because I didn't understand the rules and got confused.

So yes, I'm loving this show so far 💕

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