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[zyiainwinter]

Hi!! So this is a rant and a vent and really just everywhere so you don't have to read at all. If you do or don't just know that I love you!

[this shit is genuinely just a ramble. I've got so much on my mind]

Anyway... My birthday is in 6 days, I'm turning 16 and “You shouldn't put your age on the Internet” [Shrug].

I feel like my life is genuinely going to mean nothing, like that's not a problem to others but to me it is. With the way I grew up I feel like I have to be important but it's so hard.

I have this urge, this stupid thought that I've got something I need to do in my life but I don't know what it is and it definitely won't matter. That's the truth. It's so annoying. I have so many dreams but I'm not talented and I know this.

Yes I can draw - It's not good enough

Yes I can write - It's not good enough

I'm not pretty, I'm not smart enough, I can sing but I'm not good enough to be anything, if I tried I could possibly act but again I'm not good enough. Sure all of these insecurities are probably my fault and I should get over them but it's so hard.

I could've been talented I really could've but I've gotten to a point in my life, unfortunately, where I can't. I could try and apply myself but it won't help.

I had something going for me at some point. I was in band. I guess I was good and even if I wasn't , I had a purpose. I quit because it got to be too much. I've had to go through so much in my life while still being able to attend practices and be there.

Sure the performances were worth it, the feeling of accomplishment was worth it, it was worth it to hear the place we got and jump around excited, and absolutely house a whole bunch of junk food but at the end of the day I was exhausted and the finances were too much for my mom while everything was going on so I quit.

I only went to one performance to watch my friends perform and the moment I heard the intro I was done for. I've never actually had to leave something because I was like an actual sobbing mess but I did that night. It was like a realization that I didn't matter without band.

Now however...that changed. I love band and it's the biggest part of me but I couldn't do it again. I realized now that I couldn't handle it again. I had every right not to like the people I didn't like. I didn't like one of the directors, a kid in my section made me...UGHHHH, it truly was exhausting, and I'm absolutely not built for that.

I'm doing theater my junior year but maybe this'll be better and I'll feel better about myself.

Okay because that was random here's my real problem. I want to do so much with my life but at the end of the day I feel like I'm just gonna end up being the living embodiment of Jobless Monday by Mitski. I know dwelling on these thoughts are practically manifesting it but what the hell else am I supposed to do? I have no help and can't get any. Fuck insurance because why is it cheaper for me to just sit and suffer? whatever anyway.

Take some of my favorite songs.

[muu-kun]

Can you tag urls in ooc or at least all ooc posts? Some of us like seeing your posts but its hard to avoid some of your mutuals, thanks

I'm going to be real honest here and say I'll make no promises. And really at this point is because I'm fully exhausted of being made to feel like I ought to walk on eggshells around the fact that everyone and their mother appears to have a complaint regarding the blog falseamore, who isn't even that name anymore, but I'm sure you understand who I'm referring to nonetheless. This is someone I would imagine people are aware I ship with, and am friends with, so evidently they are going to make appearances on this blog in some form of another. I'm kind of at that point where the expectation is either you kind have to live to tolerate that information yourself, or you don't.

[yanderenightmare]

♡ TW: enemies to lovers, past bullying, reformed bully x victim

♡ fem reader

“No way.” You shake your head—face warped in something akin to disgust. Judging him for even asking, glaring in disbelief at him and what dangles from the clothing hanger in his hand. He couldn't be serious.

“Come on, please, for me?” he pleads, downright pleads. But there’s no way.

“No.” You say more firmly, planting both hands on your tilted hips. “I don’t get what you’re thinking, but it’s not exactly a time in our lives I want to relive.”

He pouts and sags a little where he stands, clasping his hands together in prayer, making the ill-taste outfit swing. “Oh, come on, it won’t be the same as then,” he promises with zero believability backing him. He even dares smile as he spouts the bullshit in his next words, “It’ll be like therapy. Let’s reframe your trauma together.”

You scoff. He’s unbelievable. “You’re stupid.”

He feigns feeling insulted. “I’m serious!”

“You always said I looked like trash in that—no way I’m not putting it on,” you dismiss.

But then he gets down on his knees. Hands still together as if in worship. Looking up at you with puppy dog eyes. “I was lying through my teeth back then—you know that! I’ll be honest this time around. Tell you exactly how often I had to change my pants because of you—”

“Ew, stop.” You can’t believe the spectacle he’s creating—such a drama queen—and all for getting you to put on a make-shift copy of your old high-school uniform.

“Come one, pretty, pretty, pretty please?” He shuffles forward on his knees until he’s right by your feet—bottom lip jutting out in his pout. “The prettiest please?”

You look down at him—you mouth a prim pursed line, gritting your teeth to try and steal yourself. Grimacing at the outfit sprawled on his lap. There’s no way. Absolutely no way.

“Pretty please?” he continues, making you roll your eyes with a sigh.

“Fine,” you bite out but quickly add, “But you have to wear one, too.”

You think you’re being smart. But he only grins—a wicked little twinkle in his eye.

“Way ahead of you.”

From behind the outfit meant for you, he pulls forth a black gakuran to match.

Okay, so you hadn’t really thought he would have bought one for himself—you realize now the mistake in your speculation. Of course, he’d bought one for himself. But hold on… You raise your brow, folding your arms atop your chest. “And where’s the pants?”

“They didn’t have my size, but my sweats are already a good lookalike,” he explains away. “This doesn’t really fit either, but it won’t stay on for long, so’ doesn’t matter.”

He gets up and hastily pulls his shirt off of his head, then, with just as much enthusiasm, pulls the black school jacket on. And he’s right—his black sweatpants could pass for the old Tobi trousers he used to wear. All in all, it’s a sight for sore eyes. Looking at him feels just short of seeing his old high-school self.

“Come on. You said.” He holds out the rendition of your old uniform. “Get dressed.”

You regret conceding. But it’s too late to go back on your word now. Rolling your eyes, you receive the hanger with a sigh, “Oh, fine. Just this once, you freak.”

You get dressed without making much of a show. Leaving your current comfy outfit in an unceremonious pile, you pull the tacky articles on hastily. Black pleated skirt and sailor blouse with a little red bow sash—there’s even a pair of knee-high socks to go with it. As a grown-up, it’s utterly humiliating having to wear it now.

But he doesn’t seem to share your discomfort. Only groaning, “Damn. There she is—my prettiest little junior~”

You ball your skirt in your fists. Glancing up at him only to look down again, fixing your gaze to the floor. Heat in your face. Mumbling, “This is weird—you look dumb.”

“Oh yeah?” his voice curls with newfound enjoyment. “Well, you don’t look a day older.”

He comes closer, and oh god—you don’t know why you’re so nervous. But fuck—you feel like your back in time—back in time when you were a sorry loser getting picked on, and he was… he was a—

“Perv,” you manage to say. Though, that’s not really the word you’d been thinking.

He chuckles, so close now that he also starts to play with the hem of your skirt. “That’s for damn sure.” Agreeing, he hums, “Only for you though. So’s fine.”

He bends down and finds your neck with his tongue and teeth—his hand traveling up under your skirt without further ado.

“Hey,” you protest, wringing his ill-fitting jacket in both fists, hauling him off. And even though it makes him look back at you like a kicked puppy, you don’t let it get to you as you scold him, “Thought we were reframing my trauma. At this rate, you’re just itching to make me relive it.”

He tries giving you one of his innocent smiles. “Oh?” His arms curl around your waist, pulling you close—chest to chest—simpering while leering down at you, voice in a purr, “It won’t be any fun if I can’t bully you a little bit like I used to.”

He tries leaning down to catch your lips, but you push him away. Breaking free, then scoffing, “Tch, if that’s how you’re gonna play this, then have fun beating off on your own.”

“But—” He starts, but you’re already on your way to leave the room. Hooking two fingers into the band of your skirt, he stops you and spins you back, now all mopey and sorry, “I’m sorry, don’t go, princess—how about we one-eighty it, and I tell you all the reasons I love you? Will that make you humor me?”

He’s back to pleading.

And you can’t help the small smile it gives you. Muttering, “Maybe.”

He smiles giddily, too, “I love how pouty you can be sometimes.”

Your brows furrow, “Hey!” That’s not a compliment.

But he only laughs and continues, “And I love your snippy little tsundere attitude.”

“Those are both insults, you tit—” you argue, but he doesn’t care, hugging you close, lifting you off your feet before falling with you down on the bed. Hanging over you, he admires every inch of your perfect body tucked into that cute little uniform he used to make fun of because he was scared of how silly you made him feel.

“I love how you tell me off.”

Deciding to face his fears was the best decision he’d ever made.

“I love how you look at me.”

It’s crazy to think you’re here with him still, after all these years.

“I love how you put up with me, how you make all my wishes come true—how, even though I don’t deserve you, you stay with me anyway—how you’re mine even though I’m a scumbag.”

You’re eyes soften under his speech. For all his tactlessness, he can also be really quite sweet. You raise both hands, reaching out to cup his face—beholding the softness in his eyes—that way he looks at you. It makes your chest stir.

“You’re not that bad,” you confess, pulling him down to tease his lips with yours.

Kissing you once, he accredits you, “That’s ‘cause you make me a better man.”

You smile and kiss him again, then resume your teasing, “Don't get ahead of yourself. You’re still a boy.”

He lifts and raises a brow down at you in retaliation, “Is that so?” And oh no, you recognize that look.

“Well, this boy is feeling hormonal and horny and just raring to go—” he overplays. Gasping, “And what do you know? How lucky!” He lowers himself again, then starts peppering kisses all over your face in between words, “I’ve got this perfect little high-school sweetheart lying here all up for the taking—”

♡ BNHA – Hawks, Dabi, Bakugou, ♡ JJK – Gojo, really silly in-love Sukuna ♡ HQ – Kuro, Atsumu ♡ AOT – Eren ♡ DS – Sanemi ♡ WB – Suo, Togame

♡ FEM x M INSERT masterlist ♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[nisuna]

I humbly request more step bro Yuuji… 😳

And I shall most certainly deliver ;^)♡

this is heavily inspired by one of enoki junya's audio dramas, which is just chef's kiss iykyk, without further ado hope you enjoy!!<3

TW: stepcest, first time?(sus), allegedly inexperienced, oral f receiving, unprotected sex, creampie, mating press, missionary, Nee-chan🤤, aged up ofc, ~1.5k words

♡masterlist♡

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"Can I eat you out?"

You definitely did not expect to find yourself in this kind of situation when Yuji first came to visit you today. It was weird, but you were definitely intrigued.

"Have you ever done that before?"

"No", he confessed. "But im a fast learner!" he exclaimed and you could see his imaginary tail wagging with excitement. How can you say no to those puppy eyes.

"I can't believe I'm doing this.", you sighed.

He was waiting patiently with begging eyes. However, as soon as you gave him the go ahead he immediately latched his teeth onto the waistband of your panties, pulling them down in one smooth motion.

"Where did you learn that move from?, you cocked an eyebrow, suspicion growing

"That's a secret" he chuckled sticking his tongue out in excitement. "Whoa you're glistening and I havent even touched you yet. You're really amazing Nee-chan."

"Shut up."

"Alright, alright, just tell me if you're uncomfortable."

"Fuck just do it already ah-"

You moaned as soon as his tongue hit you, legs cramping and toes curling. His licks were so delicate and soft, it had your legs squirming, unsure where you should put them. So he made that decision for you by hoisting them over his broad shoulders. As he sprawled out one of his big palms over your tummy to pin you down the other slipped under your thin top grabbing a handful of your breast.

The sudden intrusion made you speeze his face between your thighs. Borderline suffocating, but he loved every second of it nonetheless.

He meticulously fondled your breast, pinching your nipple ever so often. Every small movement of his pushed you more and more over the edge. Soon you couldn't do anything but chant his name over and over. When you finally came on his tongue he kept licking you through your orgasms. He did not want to pull away, but as soon as you started whining from the overstimulation he finally did, a mix of his spit and your juices running down his chin.

He leaned his cheak against your thigh before he spoke up. "Whoa, she's so pretty" he hummed running his fingers through your pussy, admiring it.

"Don't say stupid things like that. Besides, you're a dirty liar. As if that was your first time ever doing that!"

"But she is!", he firmly stated thick fingers spreading you open, trying to get an even better look at your cunt and completely ignoring your accusations. "If you dont believe me we can do it in front of a mirror next time mh-", you slapped your hand over his mouth, which only earned you a moan and a lick to your palm.

You let out a long sigh before speaking up, "Thats enough, Mr.", you pulled his ear, "Come up here and kiss me, if your mouth doesn't have anything better to do."

He grinned before kissing up your body and finally pushing his lips against yours. At the same time he pushed two thick fingers inside of you, making you gasp at the sneak attack and pull his hair. He groaned at the pain, before latching his mouth onto your neck.

He was trying to stretch you out, because how could he possibly fit into such a tight hole, when his fingers barely had any room. After a few kisses and bites to your neck he deemed you ready.

He was gentle when he as he slotted himself between your legs.

"Shit, I don't have any condoms", he panicked frantically looking across the room.

"It's fine. I like it better without, anyway...", you trailed off.

"Shit", he groaned. "You really are the best, Nee-chan." With a content sigh he lined himself up with you, before starting to push in. To his surprise he was still faced with some resistance.

"Ah you're so tight, please relax Nee-chan ah"

"Easier said than done", you groaned putting your arm over your eyes.

You both moaned, when he finally bottomed out.

"Wow, im really inside of you..."

One moment he was caressing your thighs so sweetly and the next he was knocking the wind out of your lungs with his harsh thrusts. You did not expect that much force from someone who claimed that he had no experience.

"Wait slow down mh-!", he cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, cradling your face in his big palms.

"Have you done this with anyone before?", he mumbled against your lips. "You're my first, Nee-chan."

"Liar.", you moaned.

"Am I?"

"Mh, whatever. Just, slowly, it's been a while.", you felt your cheeks burn up at the lame confession of not getting laid. You were trying to enjoy it, but with each thrust, you kept adjusting your body. And of course, he noticed.

"Is it uncomfortable? Here put your leg up."

Without much resistance, he hoisted one leg over his shoulder. The new position made your eyes roll back, as he was hitting you deeper now. You couldnt stop the sounds that kept falling from our mouth and with each thrust you squeezed him just right, making him moan in return

"Whoa do you like it? Does this angle feel good.", he gently pecked your ankle.

"Mhm~~", you mewled, instinctively covering your face with your hands.

"Please dont hide, Nee-can. I want to see you."

He leaned down now pressing both of your legs against your chest, which earned him another moan.

"Wow, you're so flexible, Nee-chan. How lewd~"

He kissed your hands covering your face. "Please look at me nee chan. I want to see how good I'm making you feel.

He sounded so sweet, so who were you to deny him. When you finally looked up, big brown eyes were staring right back at you.

"Does it feel good?", he smiled and you pulled him into another kiss.

"Yes, it feels really good.", you smiled, holding his face in your hands.

"Oh, Nee-chan", he cried hiding his face in the crook of your neck. "I'm so happy right now."

He slowed down and came to a halt. Just hugging you and breathing in your scent. He soon let your legs down and leaned back. With him he pulled your hands down so your arms were pushing your tits together. He could hold both of your wrists in one rough hand and the mental image of him being bigger than you in every sense of the word made you squirm. He stuck his tongue out at the sight in front of him. Looking down to where you two were connected and at your messy face. After a few deep breaths he went to town.

In this new position you could feel him getting close, so you put your legs around his waist, essentially trapping him.

"Wait, Nee-chan. If you do that I'm going to cum." he he looked at you with a panicked expression.

"I know~", you grinned with excitement.

"I can cum inside of you, right? Please can I cum inside?"

He was too cute to deny him, so you moaned with a nod.

"Yes please fill me up~"

The way you stuck your tongue out really got him.

"Fuck you're so hot."

As soon as he let go of your hands, he hugged you tight, almost suffocating you with his beefy arms and within a couple thrusts he spilled his thick seed deep inside of you.

He was out of breath and his heart was about to jump out of his chest, so you tried your best to calm him down by caressing his hair humming contently. His head was resting on your breasts and he swore he was in heaven.

After a brief moment of silence he looked up at you with a stern expression and said, "Only do it with me from now on, okay? I want to be the only one to see you like this. I will do anything you want, so please, Nee-chan, just me."

You tried holding your laughter at his cute request, so you ruffled his fluffy pink hair before putting your foreheads together and whipering a quitet "Sure." against his lips. Life was good.

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"Tell me tho, that wasn't really your first time right? That was just an act to get me in my feels.", you lifted an eyebrow at him and he expertly averted his gaze. His face had *caught* written all over it, so you pulled on his cheek to get his attention.

"First one that meant anything to me, though.", he pouted.

Darn sweet talker.

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Gaaaahhh I havent written for him in so long I really missed him 🤧🩷

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, please lmk what you thought! Until next time MWAH

[heavenlycloud]

le sserafim reaction to you doing a tiktok trend on them: le sserafim x fem! reader

authors note: i wrote this back when these trends were actually trending a few months ago. this wasn't requested but i got the idea while scrolling through tiktok and forgot to post it so here it is!

tw// VERY VERY light barely there suggestive remarks

sakura ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

you and your members had just gotten finished with weeks of packed schedules with little rest. finally, you were finally fixing your sleeping schedule and feeling less like a zombie and more like a human being again. your members were decompressing in their own ways like yunjin who was lost in her own world strumming on her guitar in the room beside yours. chaewon and kazuha were watching some new drama in the living room and eunchae was asleep in her room. sakura busied herself with her new hobby, crocheting, while listening to a video with her headphones on. you watched your girlfriend make her new project- a small bag made of mesh-like stitches. her brows furrowed in concentration as she tried to count her stitches in her head so not to disturb you sitting silently across from her. she assumed you were reading a new book from your online library but you were actually just watching tiktoks. after seven chapters of your novel you'd lost interest and switched to something more entertaining. you'd stumbled onto a trend of girls asking their boyfriends to hand them an orange, then asking if they'd peel it for them to see the reaction. with nothing else to do you decided to give it a try:

"kkura?" you poked your girlfriend with your socked foot and she answered without looking up from her crocheting, "yes?" you put your phone in your lap and sighed, "i want a clementine, do you know if we have any?" sakura hummed and looked up, "there's some in the kitchen inside of the refrigerator in the bottom left drawer. i just got them for you yesterday on my way home." you smiled at the mention because you didn't ask her to buy them for you yesterday, she just did it because she thought you'd enjoy them. you clasped a clip back onto one of the twists that fell into your face before you asked sweetly, "can you please get it?" without hesitation sakura nodded and said while still focusing on the hook and yarn in her hand, "gimmie one second." when she finished her row she went to get your clementine and returned with two and a paper towel.

your girlfriend sat back down and began peeling the clementines for you without you having to ask. she even pulled the little stringy parts that you hated most off and threw them away with the peels. when she handed you back the peeled fruits you asked, "why did you peel them for me?" sakura answered easily, "you don't like how the peels gets stuck under your nails so i did it. enjoy." you leaned over and kissed her cheek, "thank you, kkura." she pressed a kiss to your temple, "of course my love."

chaewon ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

despite being a part of gen z and being called one of the best gen z idols by fans, you were underqualified in one area: social media. you didn't even remember to check your texts let alone what was trending across different apps. the only reason you knew if something was on trend or not was because of fans or your friends teaching you. however, after being teased about it you promised yourself that you'd keep up a little more just for fun. plus, your bosses suggested it'd be good for fan service and engagement which was always a good thing. but, what wasn't a good thing was that little promise to keep up with trends resulted in you now being 'chronically online' according to yunjin. you scrolled through your for you page and watched yet another video of a woman asking her partner, "name a woman." after going down a rabbit hole of the same type of video you decided to try it out on your own girlfriend.

"baby." you shook chaewon lightly as she laid in your arms with her cheek pressed against your bare shoulder. she answered sleepily, "hmmm?" you grinned as you told her, "name a woman."

chaewon pulled away from you slightly and asked, "what do you mean?" you responded plainly, "name a woman." your girlfriend toyed with one of your box braids and asked once more in confusion, "any woman?" you clarified, "any woman." she then replied without a second thought, "han sohee." you let out a huff and tried again, "name a different woman." chaewon answered again with a different name, "bada lee." you could almost hear the smile in her voice that time and you whined, "you were supposed to say my name!" your girlfriend pulled away from you fully and told you, "you said 'name a woman' not 'name my woman'. there's a difference, you're mine."

yunjin ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

you were no stranger to the song water by tyla or the dance challenge that went along with it. one evening while you were on a weverse live you'd played the song after seeing people comment the title. you sang along to it and mentioned with a smirk, "i want to perform this on a stage so bad guys. i learned the dance and everything but i don't know if i'd ever be able to show you. ever since you'd randomly danced to WAP during a live a year ago, you've been monitored more than your other members. but after fans demanded for days on end you were finally allowed to post your water challenge on tiktok.

"i dunno i think you need to do it again." yunjin sat in front of you with her back against the mirror in the dance practice room. your girlfriend was acting as your camerawoman for your tiktok challenge, and she had you redo the dance nearly 15 times now. you taught her the dance earlier and she was doing it a little too well yet she insisted only you be in the video. she eyed you up and down with her gaze lingering on your rolled up tank top and sweatpants that sat low on your hips. you sighed and did the dance again along to the music before asking her, "was that one better? lemme see-" you reached for her phone and she said, "oh i wasn't recording that." your eyes widened and you asked, "wha- why not?! were you recording any of them?" yunjin shook her head and you smacked her arm, "yunjin! you had one job!" your girlfriend defended herself, "what? you can't expect me to remember what i'm supposed to do if you're shaking all that in my face." she wrapped her arms around your waist and kissed your neck but you pulled away.

you told her, "you can have me later okay? now focus!" just as you were pulling away she looped her fingers around one of the strings of beads that sat on your hips. yunjin tied a hoodie around your torso and said, "much better. now i can focus." you rolled your eyes and told her, "you're no better than a man." she waved you off, "yeah okay. just do your little dance...i'm ready now i swear."

kazuha ✧˚ ༘ ⋆｡♡˚

you knew that yunjin created a monster when she introduced your members to chipotle and not even a full day later kazuha was saying she missed it. every time she looked back through her camera roll for pictures to post she was sending her chipotle photo to the group chat saying she wanted it again. you found it hilarious because all it took was one bowl and she was already whining about how korea needed to get hip to the fast food chain.

one night after scrolling through your tiktok feed you saw a man recreate chipotle at home for his wife so you thought you'd try it for kazuha. you couldn't find all of the exact recipes but you came pretty close despite the fact that cilantro just doesn't really exist in korea. but knowing your girlfriend, she'd appreciate anything that you gave her so it was fine.

"zuha! baby come here i have something for you." you called kazuha to the kitchen where you had all of the food laid out in containers on the table. you handed her a bowl and said, "i made you chipotle." kazuha's eyes lit up and she nearly jumped over the table to tackle you into a hug. she clapped her hands together and you stood on the other side of the table to serve her your home version of chipotle. she was more than happy to post about it on weverse, showing the meal off to everyone especially knowing that her members weren't around to steal any off her plate.

[sqh3e]

TWS as different love troupes

⊹ ࣪ ˖ tws as some of my favorite love troupes ! : 𑁤

tws ot6 : nonidol!tws x fem!reader ♡ scenarios and headcanons !

some songs i listened to while making this > 🎧

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⋆｡˚୨ shinyu as love at first sight

you’d be at the library cause that’s where you liked to spend your free time, shinyu never really visited the library but for some reason he did today. you were standing at the counter talking to the woman behind it just small talk while she checked out a few books you had, the library was quite small it was sorta like a book store. the doors had opened causing the little bell over the door to ring. a tall gentleman with somewhat tan skin came through the door, you both make eye contact and you immediately feel butterflies in your stomach causing you to refocus your attention back to the lady behind the desk. the lady had walked away and shinyu was now standing next to you, there was an awkward silence so he spoke breaking it.

“i’ve read that series it’s really good.”

⋆｡˚୨ dohoon as onesided love

dohoon would be so into you but you already have a boyfriend he’s confessed to you before and you rejected him. he thought after you rejected him he would be able to sort out his feelings but he just can’t he’s in-love with you and if you’d give him a chance he knows he can treat you right. slowly but surely watching you walk around school smiling and laughing with your boyfriend he realizes in the end it won’t be him. for some reason he wants to confess again… maybe this time he can sort out his feeling’s officially, he asked you to meet him outside the gym after 5th period. he knows confessing with break him but his willing to go through the pain so he can be free from the hurt if knowing he already has no chance.

“and i know i’ve said all this before, but it’s true… i am inlove with you but i respect your relationship.”

⋆｡˚୨ youngjae as oblivious to love

he would be so in-love with you, showing all the signs that he wants to be with you but you never pick up on his hints. everyone around you sees it but you youngjae didn’t know how obvious he had to be, when you won your award for best actor in drama class he bought you a dozen roses. constantly tells you how beautiful you are, how good your hair looks and how you always smell great. slowly he was getting frustrated cause he’s not a straight forward kind of guy, he’d thought you’d catch on to his antics but you didn’t which drove him insanely crazy. it got to a point where your mom would help youngjae out, you liked youngjae so maybe that’s why you didn’t pick up on the signs you just thought he was being overly nice.

“y/n i truly love you… like more than a friend.”

⋆｡˚୨ hanjin as childhood sweethearts

you both had been friends since forever, he’s told you before he likes you but didn’t necessarily know what he meant, eventually you caught on and you both had been dating ever since. alot of people expected it like your parents and his, i think they would’ve been more shocked if you two hadn’t been together. hanjin would constantly do things for you as he did when you were kids he would tie your shoes for you, help dust the dust off yourself, let you play in his hair and even fall asleep on his shoulders. it felt nice to be doing the stuff you both stopped doing when you got older he missed it, but most importantly he missed you.

“i love you y/n.”

⋆｡˚୨ jihoon as soulmates

you both were already in a relationship and had been for a few months now, it’s like your heart beats were in-sink like time moved by slowly when you two were together which was a good thing, you liked to save every moment with him short or long. and he felt the exact same way, jihoon would tell you constantly how much he loves you and misses you. any chance he gets he’d always pull you into a hug or just out his arm around you, his love language is physical touch you didn’t like being touched but since it was jihoon it was okay. he’d run his hand through the your hair and ruffle it making it messy.

“your hair smells amazing, is that my shampoo??”

⋆｡˚୨ kyungmin as opposites attract

kyungmin and you would be totally opposites, you’re outgoing and he’s more of the quiet type. but that’s why you liked eachother, he is the type of guy who would admire you from afar the kind of guy who would have a HUGE crush on you but wouldn’t dare say it. your the type of person that would admire from afar and up close, the type of person that if you liked them you’d tell them, he liked the fact you were outgoing, outspoken and just not scared to interact with people. he thought you two would clash but once he found out you were just a down to earth person who just loved living life. he liked everything about you and you liked everything about him, even if people say you two would clash one day then so be it. you both just wanted to enjoy your time together.

“so what if you like horror and i like comedy? let’s watch something with both genres.”

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authors notes : thanks for reading!! i recently found out kyungmin is no longer introverted??? jaw droppedddd he doesn’t strike me as the extrovert guy but alot of people just think it’s cause he’s more talkative with the members now. but anyways please excuse any errors (if there are any)! also anyway who is waiting on Say It updates it’s coming soon! woooo, but as always hope you’re having a great day/night!

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[natalyarose]

𝑀𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒶𝑔𝑒𝓈 𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒫𝒶𝓉𝒽 🪽- 𝒫𝒾𝒸𝓀 𝒶 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝒹 ♡

I'm really enjoying doing these pick a cards and hope they're finding the right people well. I expect to get a little mystical with this one 💫

To choose the pile meant for you, it can help to close your eyes and visualise purple before choosing 💟 another technique is to take a deep breath, and see which image seems to pull on your heartspace. If nothing stands out, it's possible none are meant for you this time and that's perfectly fine too ♡

♡ 1 - King of Swords, the Chariot, the Empress, 9 of Pentacles

channelled messages ~

'be different'

'you're you for a reason'

'you're going to help wake up the world'

'ignore negativity, trust your sensitivity'

From this group I'm getting a lone wolf type of vibe. Not in the sense that you are surly or don't like other people, quite the opposite, it's more that you do your own thing and you always have. You trust your own intuition first and rather than following the masses, you follow what feels 'high vibrational'. It sounds cringe but sweet lol- I'm hearing 'you follow the sparkle'. In life, you follow the ideas and experiences that truly light you up and excite you. You have a very angelic energy, and you are extremely sensitive & intuitively attuned to what true, high vibrational, heavenly energy actually feels like. It's very easy for you to sense when something 'doesn't sparkle' so to speak or doesn't emit a high frequency, and you simply veer away from it. I'm picking up almost like a mystical unicorn energy, someone who is very magical and just 'gallops away' from the dramas of Earth lol. For this reason, you are a leader & you stand out. You may not think of yourself as a leader because you're not the kind to make a big fuss in typical social situations, you're not the kind to be the 'boss'; but it's more on a spiritual level.

You think independently and have a sense of clarity & connection to higher realms that is unusual, and very necessary. It's very possible your soul has previously existed in energetically lighter/higher/more angelic places, so you remember these energies and part of your 'mission' on earth, part of why you've been sent here is to be a beacon & open doors for other people that they never considered. You are like a human portal to someplace else..

I'm seeing that because you embody this very high frequency, you are immune to a lot of negativity, but sometimes you do run into people or situations where you feel criticised or misunderstood because you go against the grain. In your mind, structures & hierarchies, things that are are very primal and Earthly, don't make a lot of sense to you and many people don't understand how you are so free from these paradigms.

The message here is to trust who you are, trust that you are here for a reason. Trust your MESSAGE (especially if you're a creative or an artist, trust that you have something significant & otherworldly to share). (Slight TW) Some people in this pile may struggle with suicidal or very helpless thoughts, feeling like you just have no purpose here or are useless because your energy & talents lie beyond what is typically valued in this world, but truly, you have an important role in showing the world what more is out there. Trust your place in the world, your beauty and value. + your intuition & clarity!! Don't doubt it! Your purpose is huge. ♡

♡♡♡♡♡♡

♡ 2 - Nine of Cups, Two of Pentacles, the Tower, the Hanged Man RX

channelled messages ~

'calm in the storm'

'high priestess'

'inner strength'

'self protection'

Group 2, I'm seeing that for those who this message is meant for, you are in a situation in your life/that you are witness to where there are chaotic or tumultuous circumstances at play that you can't physically do anything about. You want to, but you can't interfere. In my channelling before I pulled the cards, I did see the Tower card too & it ended up coming out. It's as though things are falling apart around you, but what I'm seeing is spirit wants you to protect yourself and your energy. It makes sense, since the picture you chose is a dark purple-y colour, and dark colours are associated with protection. Right now, wearing dark coloured gemstones or colours (eg. a dark purple shawl, a black tourmaline necklace, just wearing dark clothes) could be very beneficial and energetically aid this need for protection.

For some I'm getting that you are exposing yourself to a lot of darkness/negativity on the news or online hence the message that these are situations you can't do physically do anything about. For others this is something in your real life where things/people are falling apart around you in real time, and a part of you might be wondering if you should be reaching out and doing more.

The message here is to protect your happiness and in a sense, 'cloak yourself' from whatever this is. Trust your inner wisdom too. 'Leave it up to the universe', I'm hearing. While helping others is a noble thing, it's not your job to reach out and save everyone else in this storm. It's not pleasant to see, but at this stage it is important to focus on your happiness and maintain balance.

One thing about the Tower card, is that it'll be over eventually and oftentimes the metaphorical Tower was bound to fall all along. The Tower has to fall, the chaos and darkness has to break loose, for there to be a chance of rebuilding something better and understanding what went wrong.

Have no shame in going within, maybe spending time alone, focusing on what makes YOU happy and joyful. It's not your job to brave the storm. For some of you. this tumultuous situation could be pertaining to something traumatic you've gone through or witnessed in the past, and I see you thinking a lot about it. About what went wrong and why, if you could've done this or that, etc. If this is the case, know that however you reacted in a crisis/traumatic situation is not something to beat yourself up over. This isn't to say you can just 'get over' it of course, but more that sometimes when something really messed up happens you've got to just go 'well that happened... that was f*cked' and not get lost in the semantics of what you shoulda coulda woulda done.

I believe in y'all pile 2- strong witchy energy from you guys too...♡

♡♡♡♡

♡ 3 - Two of Swords, 4 of Cups Rx, 5 of Wands, 3 of Pentacles

channelled messages ~

'what your father did wasn't your fault' (very oddly specific I know lol)

'let's make magic'

'dry your tears'

'have hope'

Group 3, I see spirit wanting to comfort you- like a comforting friend who wants to dry your tears and go 'aww, it's okay'. I keep hearing 'you didn't ruin it, we can put it back together again'. This is really oddly specific, but I'm going to go with it. I see you being very worried about something that happened that wasn't actually your fault, and it's like you're feeling very outcasted for whatever it is? You're being very hard on yourself. If it isn't pertaining to a specific situation, I'm also seeing someone who is just genuinely extremely hard on themselves and always has been. You make a small perceived mistake, and start feeling as though you've ruined everything, are a failure, are less than. I definitely see a lot of comparing yourself to other people, or feeling judged by other people.

For some who picked this pile, there could be people in your life who fought a lot, and brought you into it, or blamed you/used you as a scapegoat for their own struggles, and you've really taken it on. A part of you feels like you've ruined everything? I just keep hearing that. Some of y'all were literally scapegoats for your father or your being hard on yourself stems from issues with your father.

Spirit is highlighting to you that whatever it is wasn't your fault, and it can be fixed/healed! I'm seeing that you have a lot of creative talents and have a very healing energy to other people, and focusing on your talents will help you to heal yourself.

I just keep hearing 'I'm not good enough' and all of these things but it doesn't feel depressive so much as anxious- like a sweet child being scared they're going to get yelled at because they accidentally spilt milk :(

I feel like more people care about you and are on your side in life than you realise. You may have a lot of social anxiety, feeling as though everyone hates you, and isolating yourself from people because of that feeling. I feel like this stems from a specific event though. For some of you guys this stems from a family dynamic where you were scapegoated or just were around a lot of fighting & ego, and you inevitably got involved. You were made to feel like it was your fault everyone is fighting/attacking you when in reality it was all about them and their own struggles to feel they have power.

I'm seeing you are like a beautiful flower that just needs to be watered, and once you start being gentler on yourself, spending time in nature, organically allowing yourself to heal and enjoy your creative hobbies- you're going to shine so brightly and do great things! Healing might be slow, but it's going to be worth it ♡

♡♡♡♡

♡ 4 - Six of Cups, Page of Pentacles, Justice in Reverse, King of Wands

channelled messages~

'patience'

'seeds take time to grow'

'keep weaving your web'

'interconnectedness'

Group 4, I feel like there is something you're trying to manifest, something you're trying to grow that involves other people/needing interconnectedness. You could be trying to build a community, find 'your people', start a business, etc... it's something that involves finding like minded people. I see you feeling frustrated because it's not happening right away and you're worried it just won't happen and you'll be stuck on this metaphorical iceberg alone, but spirit is saying that you will absolutely find your people and it's already happening as you keep manifesting and 'weaving your web', working on yourself/your business/etc.

For some of you this is just wanting friends, wanting to feel like you have a support group/social circle, wanting to feel financially at peace too. Kinda just wanting to have a feeling that all is 'right'. I'm just picking up that all of these things you desire are coming, you're dreaming them into existence so to speak, just be patient.

I'm also picking up on that note, that you are a very powerful manifester naturally and are great at joining people together. Like there is a web of interconnectedness that surrounds you- there might be a lot of people who know each other because of you or know & love certain books, movies, songs, etc. they discovered through you. You're somebody who really inspires people naturally by just being you, and trust that this will translate to whatever it is you're trying to bring forth into your life right now.

It WILL happen and it is happening, just try not to fixate on it or rush and enjoy the ride, enjoy the process. (this is most likely metaphorical) I'm seeing somebody alone in their room making little trinkets, bracelets, painting, pottery, etc, and it feels very small at the moment. It feels like there's nobody to share it with, it feels like in such a big world these small creations don't mean much; but in reality this will eventually be extremely fruitful. Just continue focusing on these little things, and you will naturally magnetise your crowd and recognition over time :) ♡

♡♡♡♡

♡ 5 - the Magician, the Moon, Queen of Swords, 9 of Cups

channelled messages ~

'on your own'

'your own best friend'

'flourishing alone'

The message for this group is very 'on the nose'. It's number 5 (deals with self expression & creativity) & yellow, pertaining to the Sun & Solar Plexus (Manipura) Chakra. It's not a wonder the first card is the Magician card. The first card in tarot. Manipura-Magician-Manipulate/manifest... in a good way.

For this group, I see there is something your inner child specifically has always wanted, and you are being encouraged to manifest it, to be honest with yourself about that desire and create that abundant life. It feels like there's this deep emotional need or craving, that wasn't fulfilled by the people around you growing up. A part of you is still kind of hoping that somebody else will come and fulfil that need, but I see it being important in your path that you walk away from depending on others to validate or help you in creating the life you desire. If others do help, that's awesome but the initiation is something only you can do. While you feel for the child in you who actually was dependent on what adults around you were willing to provide for you, now that you're older there is a need to realise that you are capable, intelligent, resilient, and worthy enough of doing it yourself.

This isn't to say you don't need people, everybody needs people to an extent & it is human nature to thrive in a tribal setting. In fact, I'm sensing for some of you that feeling you have a tribe is a part of what you are wanting to manifest for yourself. It's more that there is no need to wait around for somebody else to do it for you or give you the 'thumbs up' that this is the 'right' path for you.

You have the power within you to craft and structure this dream/desire. With this group, I am sensing there can sometimes be a tendency to blame others for what you do or don't have (no judgement here, we all do this from time to time) out of a place of resentment. While it's understandable to wish other people could be more reliable and consistent in your life, ultimately your joy and satisfaction in life is going to be a result of your own doing.

The power is in your hands and I think you may underestimate your intelligence.

You certainly will flourish, and when you do it'll be because you filled your own cup first ♡

♡♡♡♡

♡ 6 - Knight of Swords Rx, Ace of Cups, 7 of Pentacles, 10 of Cups

'you've done the work, now relax'

'the worst is over'

'dance in the moonlight'

'a steady hand'

Ooh, with this group I'm getting a very interesting message- it feels like you guys got a lot of your heavy karma in life out of the way at a young age, and the rest of your life is meant to be a bit more breezy. Of course there will still be challenges since that's a given part of life on Earth and how we are meant to learn, but you've already received the brunt of a lot of heavy stuff. Perhaps you feel very on guard in a way, since you're so used to that intensity it's hard for you to relax. You're worried everything will be pulled from under your feet again or change in an instant, but I'm seeing that spirit wants you to know that things are meant to be a little more smooth sailing from here on. Also that now you are at a point where if anything was to happen again, you have the wisdom and past knowledge to transmute it much easier. I'm hearing 'you deserve to be happy'.

From this group I do feel a lot of sadness in your past, a lot of heaviness and feelings of things not going the way you wished. Now life is a little calmer, but you are finding it hard to feel joy because a part of you feels that sadness is all there will be :( ironically though, I feel you are a very positive and optimistic person who has very good & healing intentions. Very spiritual too. You find it easy to 'let go' because you've lost so much.

I just feel like this group has been through so much sadness & pain, but the worst is over.

The main message I feel here though is that you've done something, created something, something like that. You've done the work or layed the groundwork for something. Now all you need to do is relax, and wait for abundance to come in. Stay consistent with whatever it is you're doing/trying to manifest, but just relax. I feel like this group needs a massage or something, or to watch a lighthearted show. I just feel so much heaviness that you don't deserve to carry any longer :(

Anyway, good things are coming. I feel Cinderella energy with this group.. rags to riches/feeling hopeless but eventually having your dreams come true.

Interestingly, even though you chose a purple image, I feel with this group like your crown chakra might be blocked. The sadness/grief/pain I was feeling might be making it hard to connect with spirit and have faith, you might be feeling very isolated and 'cold'. I do feel like you are naturally very connected to spirit though, it's just the heavy emotional energies are creating a blockage.

Relax, burn incense, take nice warm baths, burn candles (safely lol), get a massage, meditate, watch funny/lighthearted but not too overstimulating content. You need to relaxx and rekindle your faith in the universe 💜♡

♡♡♡♡

[kkumawrites]

Here Kitty, Kitty summary: SEVENTEEN is just your average next door werewolf pack filled with college boys, trying to not blow their cover. Enter you, a mysterious girl with an alluring scent that seems to drive the boys wild. Seungcheol just wants to know why that is without ripping his hair out.

or aka, another werewolf!au pairing: ot13 x fem!reader themes/genres: werewolf!au (but not a/b/o verse, cheol is referred to as the 'alpha' but because he's the eldest and their 'leader'), college!au, reverse harem, mates, supernatural, smut, romance, drama, angst, fluff, poly, kinda slow burn (not really) a/n: this is a reverse harem fic, meaning the reader is mates with everyone. if that is not your cup of tea that's fine! you don't have to read ♡ on another note, updates will be very slow due to currently editing and still writing. I plotted this like back in 2014 and it wasn't even a seventeen fic LMAO, so the plot is shit but it is what it is, I still really wanna post this. more specific tw/cw will be listed on each chapter. status: ongoing   ────── 〔✿〕──────  one | two | three | four | five

[yoshi17here]

ʚ.˚₊‧ ୨SKZ reaction to you telling them you wanna be the big spoon while cuddling.୧ ‧₊˚⋅ .ɞ

note: Hey guys! I´m back this is my second post. ik it took a while but it is!!! hope you enjoy. I didn´t do great but I tried my best.

TW: fluff, crack, angst, and comfort.

words:577

⊹₊ ⋆ʚChannieɞ⋆ ₊⊹

Confused he wouldn´t really understand and he would ask you to repeat yourself 

He´s still down to try new things between your relationship. 

He feels kinda weird because because he´s the touchy one in the relationship. 

-” Channie, can I be the big spoon tonight?" you ask. “Can you repeat that, Babygirl?” he asks confused “If I can be the big spoon tonight?” you repeat but this time you have a pout on your face. “Okay, but only for tonight.” 

ִ ࣪𖤐⊹ ࣪ ˖ᵕ̈ㅤLee Knowᵕ̈ ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹

Straight to the point. 

His answer is no 

He loves you a lot but would never let you baby him 

-” Baby, can you be the little spoon tonight?” you ask sweetly. “No” he answers, “why not?” “Because no one is allowed to baby me. “But just this tim-” you try to say but he interrupts you “If I have to explain myself one more time no more cuddle for a week.” he says a bit annoyed. “okay” you answer him. 

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨Binnie୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

Tries to say no, in a nice way. 

But you convince him in the end. 

At the end unexpectedly actually likes it 

“Babe, can I be the big spoon tonight?” you ask. He looks at you confused “Bunnie, are you sure?" “Pretty please” you beg. “Okay, okay. But only for tonight” "YAY!"

𔓘♡ ⭑ ౨Hyunjinৎ๋࣭ ⭑♡ 𔓘

Big tall baby but he would do anything for you to be happy 

Attacks you with kisses 

He's such a drama queen he ALMOST cries because he feels loved  

-” Jinnie, can we cuddle? But can you be the little spoon?”. “would that make you happy?” he says “Yes. But we don’t have to do it if you don’t want to” you answer “anything for you, princess” he gives you a peck.

⋆.˚✮Han✮˚.⋆˖

Ofc he’s gonna say yes 

He loves the idea (cuz he is so Babygirl) 

Probably one of his new favorite cuddling position 

-” Hannie do you mind being the little spoon for tonight?” you ask him “Really?” “Yep, just wanted to try something new” “Yeah, we can try that,” he said trying to look chill but in reality, he was so happy. 

⋆˚˖°ִ 𔓘౨Felixৎ𔓘°ִ˖˚⋆

Lowkey kind of worried you don’t like his cuddles anymore. 

Once you tell him you just want to try something new he calms down and he’s down to try it. 

Likes it  

-” Sunshine, can I be the big spoon for tonight?” he looks at you a bit sorry “Why? Do you not like me being the big spoon anymore” he asks while looking sorry. “No! I just wanted to try something new” “Oh ok, yeah, we can do that, angel”. 

⋆˚✿˖౨Seungminৎ⋆˚✿˖°

He definitely says no 

He threats you to ¡not cuddle with you 

But who said he wasn’t going to regret it. Ends up being the little spoon 

- “Minnie can I please be the big spoon for tonight?” “no” he answers “Pretty pleaseeee” you beg "Baby I already said no" he answers "But why?" "Y/N if I have to repeat one more time I'll sleep on the couch" "but" you stutter "I'll go get the blankets"

later that night

you hear the door open "Seungmin" you ask "Yes?" he answers

ꨄ｡ ₊°༺I.N༻°₊ ｡ꨄ

He would say yes 

He likes the idea 

Enjoys it 

-“Baby bread can I please be the big spoon for tonight?” “yeah” you look surprised “Just “yeah”?” you ask “Only with one condition,” he says “What is it?” “Just tell me why you want to be the big spoon,” he says “OH, well, I saw it online and I just wanted to try it” 

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[w4nnab3be4utyqu33n]

Soo, i while back i wore a form fitting black crop top when i was still fat around 5 or so months ago. Well today it's a non uniform day at my school and im wearing that same top but now i have skinny arms and a flat stomach!!! Can yall believe it?? Anyway thats my motivation to get even skinnier so that i can wear shorts too :)))

[pookalicious-hq]

pt.1 - first glance... miya atsumu x reader

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˚₊‎‧♡‧₊˚part of the all japan youth summer games crossover event! synopsis: atsumu realizes love at first sight is a real thing when he falls victim to it himself. tags/tws: crossover au, insta stalker atsumu, swearing, fighting, love at first sight, jjk!mma!reader word count: 2.6k

He wasn’t someone who believed in ‘love at first sight.’ The whole idea seemed ridiculous—how could anyone genuinely fall for someone without even knowing them? To Miya Atsumu, that was just dumb. Obsession, maybe. Fascination, sure. But love? Never.

At least, that’s what he used to think.

Now, he’s standing across the street, eyes locked on you. The late afternoon sun casts a golden glow over the street, reflecting off the glass windows behind you. He didn’t mean to stare, but something about the way you move—quick, sharp, with the kind of confidence that suggests you’ve done this a thousand times before—freezes him in place. The air feels heavy, the distant hum of traffic blurring around him.

He notices it immediately—the way your body tenses, the subtle shift in your stance as you speak to the guy. The (probably natural) blond with the cocky grin who’s crowding you, his voice low but just audible enough to grate on Atsumu’s nerves from across the street. The way his hand inches too close to your arm makes Atsumu’s jaw tighten.

His legs were carrying him across the pavement, the scuff of his shoes on the concrete loud in his ears. He can feel the heat rising in his chest—righteous, determined—as he prepares to step in. The guy looks like the type to push boundaries and Atsumu figures it wouldn’t take much to ‘accidentally’ knock him over.

But just as he’s ready to intervene, you move.

A blur of motion.

Before Atsumu can even register what’s happening, you twist the guy’s arm in one fluid motion. The soft crack of joints bending the wrong way cuts through the air, and in the next breath, you kick his knee out from under him. He collapses with a grunt. Atsumu barely catches his breath, his heart pounding in his ears. You stand there, perfectly calm, as if you’d just brushed off a speck of dust.

Holy shit. That was the coolest thing he’d ever seen.

The shock on his face still hadn’t faded. The heroic plan he’d crafted—his chance to step in—had vanished, slipping through his fingers. He’s only about ten meters away, close enough to see the guy crumpled at your feet, but it’s the gritty scrape of his shoes against the empty sidewalk that snaps him back to reality.

Your eyes lift to meet his—sharp, guarded, with a flicker of something he can’t quite name. His chest tightens under the weight of your stare, locking him in place like he’s been frozen mid-step, teetering between awe and disbelief.

The air feels heavy between you, still and charged with something he doesn’t understand. The way you look at him—unwavering, unreadable—roots him to the spot, the silence stretching out as if the world itself is holding its breath.

Then, without a word, you turn and leave, your steps quiet against the concrete. The warmth in the air fades with you, as if the sun itself slipped below the horizon, leaving him in the sudden chill of your absence. Alone, except for the guy still groaning on the ground, Atsumu stands there—utterly breathless, the world feeling a little colder.

The next day, Atsumu can’t get you out of his head. The image of you, twisting that guy’s arm with such casual precision, loops in his mind like a broken record. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees it again—the fluidity of your movements, the snap of your opponent’s joints bending unnaturally, the sharp sound of his knee hitting the concrete, and you, standing there, completely unfazed. It’s the way you moved, like you were born to fight, like you were in complete control of everything around you.

He can’t stop thinking about how effortless it seemed. How you handled it all with cold precision, no hesitation, no drama. Nothing like the showy nonsense that always accompanies a fight in the movies. It was real, raw, and... powerful. Atsumu feels his pulse quicken again when he thinks about it.

Later that day, he finds himself telling Samu, his words tumbling out faster than he can think.

“I don’t even know who she is! She just… took down this dude like it was nothin’,” Atsumu says, still a little breathless from the memory. He laughs, but it’s half nervous, half in awe. His fingers drum against the table as he relives it again, still caught in the shock of what he saw.

Osamu, as usual, is the calm one. He doesn’t even look up from his phone as he arches an eyebrow, his voice low but knowing. “If she was able to take a guy down like that, she’s probably part of the MMA program, idiot.” He shrugs, the sound of his phone clicking like a faint echo. “Ya should just forget about it. Yer never gonna see ‘er again. Plus, she sounds way outta yer league.”

But Atsumu can’t let it go. The image of you—confident, beautiful, in control—clings to him like the sticky summer heat, relentless and inescapable. Every time he tries to focus on something else, his thoughts drift back to you. He’s distracted in class, his fingers tapping a rhythm on his desk, the soft scrape of the pen’s nib against paper matching the way his thoughts keep circling. Even when he’s practicing, he can’t shake the memory. His body moves automatically, but his mind is somewhere else, replaying that fight over and over again.

That evening, as the sun sinks lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the city streets, Atsumu decides he’s had enough of trying to ignore it.

It’s not like him to let something linger, especially not when it’s this damn interesting. He needs to know more, to understand what kind of person you are, how you move, what drives you. This isn’t just a passing curiosity—it’s gnawing at him, growing stronger by the second.

A few days later, after asking around and hitting dead ends, he finally finds it: your Instagram. His fingers tremble slightly as he types your name into the search bar. The screen flickers to life, and there you are, your feed full of clips of you fighting—every video more intense than the last.

Each one hits him like a punch to the gut, his chest tightening with a strange mix of admiration and disbelief. You fight like you were born to do it, each move smooth and sure, like you’ve done this a thousand times before. He watches, transfixed, as you take down opponent after opponent. The power in your punches, the way you anticipate every move, the way your body flows with the fight—it’s mesmerizing. The crowd in the videos roars with every takedown, but all Atsumu hears is the rush of blood in his ears, the pounding of his heart that matches the rhythm of the fights.

There’s something magnetic about it. About you. About the way you make it look so easy.

His fingers hover over the screen, pausing on a video where you’re facing off against a particularly big guy. It’s over in seconds, and Atsumu finds himself rewinding it again, then again, just to catch every movement, every shift of muscle, every flicker of determination on your face. You don’t just win—you dominate. And with every second, Atsumu feels that same spark of something unfamiliar in his chest, something that makes his stomach flutter and his head spin. It’s not just admiration. It’s something else, something deeper.

Finally, after more scrolling and more clicks, he finds the name of the gym you train at: Jujutsu Kaisen Curses. It’s a name he’s heard thrown around before, whispers of a place known for its brutal training and the toughest athletes in the country. But now that he’s seen you in action, it’s clear: this isn’t just some regular gym. It’s where people like you go to become something more.

Atsumu rubs the back of his neck, feeling suddenly out of his depth. He’s used to the world of volleyball—his world. But this? This is different. The people who fight at places like Jujutsu Kaisen Curses don’t play games. They don’t just train. They live and breathe this life.

And you, the girl who knocked that guy down like it was nothing, belong in this world—this completely different world, one that’s far removed from the shiny courts and bright lights of volleyball.

He stares at your Instagram feed again, the blue light of his phone casting shadows on his face. A strange feeling bubbles in his chest. He doesn’t know why, but for some reason, he can’t get you out of his head. Not anymore.

The buzz of excitement fills the air as Atsumu and Hinata make their way through the crowded arena, the concrete floor vibrating beneath their feet with every step. The place is packed—far more people than Atsumu expected for an MMA event. Rows upon rows of bleachers stretch out before them, a sea of faces all eager for the same thing: the fight. But for Atsumu, it’s not just any fight he’s here for.

It’s your fight.

Hinata’s voice cuts through the noise as he pulls Atsumu along, a grin plastered on his face. “Man, I didn’t realize this was such a big deal! Look at all these people! Looks like an actual pro event.”

Atsumu’s response is distracted, his eyes scanning the arena, trying to catch sight of the ring. The walls are lined with posters, some flashy, some understated, all advertising the fighters, but none of them matter. Not to him.

“Yeah,” Atsumu mutters, a hand running through his hair, his eyes flicking nervously from the crowd to the bright lights overhead. “But you know why I’m really here, right?”

Hinata shoots him a knowing look, chuckling. “Yeah, yeah. You’re here to see that girl you’ve been stalking? Are you gonna ask for her autograph?”

Atsumu’s cheeks heat up, a little embarrassed, but the thrill of anticipation still buzzes through his veins. It’s not like that... not exactly. He’s here because he has to see her in action again, to see if the fight really was as effortless as it seemed from the clips. There’s no way he’s going to let the image of her slip away. Not after everything that’s been swirling in his head.

They reach their seats, and Atsumu’s stomach does a flip. The crowd around them is growing louder as the lights dim, a ripple of excitement running through the stands. The air feels thick with tension and anticipation, the hum of murmured conversations vibrating through the stands. He takes a seat, feeling the hard plastic beneath him, but his eyes are glued to the far side of the arena, where the fighters will enter.

Hinata, practically bouncing in his seat, grins at Atsumu. “This is gonna be awesome! You’re gonna love it! I Yuji said that some of these fights get crazy.”

But Atsumu’s barely listening. His mind is focused entirely on the ring. He’s seen the posters with your name on it, your face etched into his memory from those Instagram videos. It’s surreal—he never imagined he’d actually be here, sitting in a seat, watching you live.

The first match starts, but Atsumu doesn’t really care. He watches, but his mind is still on you. Every fight feels like a blur until the announcement comes:

“Next up, Yin from Jujutsu Kaisen Curses, second-year fighter in the Flyweights.”

Atsumu’s heart skips a beat. His fingers tighten around the edge of his seat as the lights flash, and he leans forward, every nerve in his body on alert. The crowd roars in approval as the first fighter enters the ring, but Atsumu’s gaze doesn’t stray. He’s waiting for you. He’s waiting for the moment he’s been replaying in his head since he saw you take down that guy on the street.

The buzz in the air heightens as your name is called, and the crowd’s cheers almost drown out everything else. It’s not until the spotlight falls on you, your figure emerging from the shadows, that Atsumu feels like he can finally breathe again. His eyes lock on you instantly. You’re even more striking in person, the way you carry yourself with confidence, the kind of confidence that makes everyone else in the room fall quiet in comparison. The way your presence cuts through the noise, commanding attention with each step, each movement.

Hinata leans in, his voice barely audible over the din of the crowd. “Whoa... she’s got a whole vibe about her, huh?”

Atsumu nods, his jaw tightening. He can’t look away, not even if he tried. There’s something magnetic about you—your posture, the way you move, the way your eyes scan the crowd as you make your way to the ring. It’s like you already know how this will end, and everyone around you is just watching you prove it.

Your opponent, a figure that dwarfs you, sneers as you step into the ring, but you don’t flinch. You barely acknowledge her, your focus already set. Atsumu’s heart races in his chest, his fingers tapping on the plastic of the seat in front of him as he leans forward, eyes locked on you.

The bell rings.

Without hesitation, you strike. It’s fast. So fast Atsumu almost misses it. Your body moves like liquid—graceful but lethal. The crowd erupts into cheers, but Atsumu’s only focus is you, his eyes tracing every movement. You dodge, duck, and weave with ease, your opponent’s attacks missing by mere inches. The power in your strikes is undeniable, each one landing with precision, each hit making the crowd roar even louder.

Atsumu’s pulse quickens. It’s nothing like he imagined—no flashy moves, no over-the-top theatrics. Just pure, raw skill. You’re in your element, and watching you, Atsumu realizes, this is where you belong. He’s seen good athletes before, but nothing like this. The fight, the tension, the thrill of watching someone completely dominate... it’s all new to him. And he can’t look away.

A few minutes in, the fight is already nearing its end. Your opponent is panting, and stumbling, and in the blink of an eye, you take her down, a swift kick that sends her crashing to the mat. The crowd goes wild, but Atsumu barely hears them. His chest is tight, his head buzzing with the adrenaline of watching you. You’re standing there, breath steady, not even breaking a sweat, and Atsumu’s heart skips again.

He’s been hooked. Completely.

“Holy shit! That was insane!” Hinata says, practically vibrating in his seat. Atsumu doesn’t respond immediately. He’s still watching you, still absorbing the fact that you’re standing there, victorious, and it’s like his brain hasn’t caught up to his heart yet.

The fight’s over, but for Atsumu, the moment is just beginning.

a/n: omg atsumu is such a stalker but he's just obsessed mk? there will be a part two pookies <3

taglist: no one <3 lmk if you wanna be added!

[muu-kun]

I’m just confused cause the only time you don’t tag me is only when you say Deo and if that’s a damn trigger now, then someone needs a breather :T you don’t have to post this. Or do. Idc anymore. People are weird.

I just don't want to have to tag Deo all the time like he's some species of animal I'm keeping the masses from knowing about. Those posts are sometimes made in the moment, admist other things going in my life, but required getting out of my head before it was forgotten completely. And I'm not necessarily inclined to always want to lump it in your url anyways, because I'd like to keep that minimized to only threads as much as I can for my own organization. I'm not here to feel guilty for Muu interacting with a character he used to do so with years ago. This is the little guy's comeback to being left behind, and I'm gonna let him enjoy such to the damn fullest gdi.

[lalunanymph]

𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 — nanami kento

feeling overwhelmed and drained by the demands of life, nanami kento finally succumbs to the pressure—seeking solace and a late-night connection through a sex hotline. however, what unfolds next is more than what he bargained for.

genre — romantic drama, sex worker!AU

tw — voice kink, mentions of sex work, dirty talk, language, nipple play, cum countdown, tease & denial, daddy kink, gojo being a piece of shit, modern AU, toxic relationships, toxic family dynamics, mutual masturbation, nanami is rich rich, mentions of emotional abuse, mentions of physical abuse, mentions of domestic violence, stalking, non/con, accidental voyeurism, msturbation, 18+

author's note — this is a repost of one of my very first jjk series here on tumblr. i will be rewriting some scenes as my style has changed and evolved over the years and i wanted to reflect that growth

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ rbs to boost is very much appreciated !!

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗

chapter 1

chapter 2

chapter 3

chapter 4

chapter 5

all rights to the storyline is reserved by ©️ lalunanymph. do not copy, repost, or claim as your own.

[xexyromero]

Difícil achar coisas em português para ler no tumblr, e mais difícil ainda coisas boas. Seu perfil é raridade, amei demais. 🇧🇷

Poderia escrever como seriam os meninos do cast carentes? algo super fofo. ♡

wn: muuuuuito obrigada! fico super feliz e te agradeço muito <3 espero que você goste, viu?

meninos do cast x carência

fem!reader headcanon

tw: palavrão <3

enzo:

o último romântico mais carente de todo o planeta terra.

é daqueles carentes manhosos, que pede atenção fazendo o drama mais exagerado possível. 

isso significa ficar parado, na sua frente, agarrado com uma roupa sua ou um travesseiro, suspirando e virando o rosto toda vez que você olha para ele. 

“sim, você não me ama e eu sei disso. vai me humilhar mais ainda?”

apesar de tudo, e do jeito dramático, tem uma pitada de bom humor sempre. ele exagera tanto que te faz rir, capturando a atenção que ele tanto queria. 

agustin:

é carente? é. vai fazer de tudo para não parecer carente e falhar miseravelmente? sim.

se falando de agus, ele é muito mais carente de atenção do que qualquer coisa. não liga pra falta de toque, não liga pra falta de mensagem, mas liga profundamente se entrar no cômodo e você não chamar pra um beijinho. 

ele vai tentar chamar sua atenção de todas as formas que ele conseguir - e se isso significa coisas extremas tipo cortar o cabelo ou ficar 24hrs pelado, ele vai fazer.

é capaz de chegar no nível da ameaça, viu? 

“amor, se você não falar comigo nos próximos 5 minutos, eu vou ser obrigado a raspar a cabeça. tô falando sério. não adianta chorar depois!”

fran:

sinceramente? não é carente com muita frequência, não. ele é muito carinhoso, tranquilo e não acha que precisa ficar cobrando atenção. mas quando fica…

só falta falar miando.

daqueles carentes que tenta suprir a carência te agradando de todas as formas possíveis. vai lavar o banheiro, ajeitar aquela luz que estava a meses sem funcionar e lavar a louça sem você pedir.

e não só coisas domésticas, viu? fran vai se oferecer pra assistir aquele seu filme favorito que ele não gosta muito (só tem um), fazer massagens do mais absolutamente nada e até passar uma máscara de cabelos em você. 

“me deu a doida e eu comprei cinco barras do seu chocolate favorito. que loucura, né?”

kuku:

o tipo mais tranquilo de carente: aquele que fala a respeito da carência. 

“amor, estou com saudade sua. a gente pode ficar mais pertinho hoje?”

você até percebe que ele está um pouquinho mais carinhoso, um pouquinho mais romântico e até mais meloso. mas ele faz isso de forma tão sútil que é quase natural você dar um amorzinho a mais para ele. 

inclusive, esse é o trunfo de esteban: ele vai se aproximando com os olhos baixinhos, a voz tranquila, um cafuné aqui um carinho ali e pronto, você já está no papo e agarradinha nele. 

(adora quando você fica carente e vai fazer de tudo pra ouvir sua voz manhosa). 

matias:

ele fica INSUPORTÁVEL quando está carente. 

chama atenção das piores formas possíveis, tanto físicas (pode se preparar pra mordida, beliscão e sua bunda sendo apertada do mais absolutamente nada) quanto práticas (deixar a toalha molhada em cima da cama, por exemplo). 

mas, por incrível que pareça, é bem consciente e vai tentar conversar com você a respeito da melhor forma que consegue. 

“tô carente pra porra, nena. eu quero uma conchinha agora ou vou enlouquecer.”

pra matí, resolução de carência é física e presente. nada de telefone, tv ou qualquer tipo de distração. só resolve vocês juntinhos, onde quer que seja, passando um bom tempo de qualidade juntos. 

pipe:

você sabe que pipe está carente quando ele começa a te perguntar o que você está fazendo ou o que você vai fazer (as vezes até o que você fez) de cinco em cinco minutos. 

te segue que nem um cachorrinho, para cima e para baixo. 

“amor, já desliguei o jogo. quando você quiser falar comigo, viu? eu tô aqui!”

é orgulhoso e não vai admitir que está carente ou com saudade, mas também não vai ser chato a respeito. 

apesar da personalidade calma, é muito apaixonado pelo que ama e gosta de sentir uma paixão igual. ou seja, vai começar a achar estranho e te seguir no primeiro “felipe” em vez de “pipe” que você soltar. 

juani: 

vai te enviar um travazap e não vai parar até que você largue o que quer que esteja fazendo e preste atenção nele. 

“ué. eu mesmo não fiz nada. seu telefone deve ter parado de funcionar sozinho. mas, já que ele parou, porque a gente não se aproveita?”

não é muito do tipo carente (até porque está sempre presente na sua vida das formas que consegue), mas tende a ser um cadin inseguro quando sente sua falta. 

vai chamar sua atenção tentando te fazer rir - tanto com meme, quanto relembrando histórias engraçadas que já viveram ou cantando alguma música (tipo coração com buraquinhos, da chiquititas). 

sim, ele vai fazer uma camisa com seu rosto.