#˖ ࣪ . ࿐ ♡ ˚ . it’s that chemical cut that i can get down with ⌗ 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘴 .

[howaerds-a]

closed | @ofcrxwns | cont'd from here

a  flush  stains  sun-kissed  cheeks   as   the   blonde   offers   a   timid smile.   she   steps   onto   the   boat   ,   gracelessly   stumbling   forward   and   fighting   for   balance   as   she   lowers   herself   down   next   to   john   b.   reaching   across   his   lap   for   one   of   the   remaining beers   ,   cerulean   optics   lock   with   his.   she   holds   the   gaze   for   just   a   moment   before   allowing   her   own   to   flicker   down   to   the   can   ,   focused   on   popping   open   the   tab   - and   controlling   the   fire   burning   beneath   the   dermis   of   her   countenance .   ❝   well   i'm   really   happy   to   hear   that   ,   ❞   cassie   murmurs   ,   allowing   herself   one   more   quick   glance   into   the   pogue's   eyes .   ❝   didn't   feel   right   to   let   you   drink alone out  here .   ❞   

[muniimyg]

♡ extra: a little fade out?

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note: stop !!! cos like ,, why did i get teary eyed writing this LOL ... enj this little extra </3 it's their first fight/fluff/slight angst vibe as a new couple !!! mwaaaa

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jungkook might lose his mind.

you’re walking toward him, weaving through the crowded tables of the bustling café near campus. it’s the type of place everyone on campus flocks to between classes. it’s almost always way too loud, perpetually short on seats, and forever smelling of coffee and fries.

his friends—jaehyun, dokyeom, and hoshi—are already mid-conversation about some chemical compound’s absurd reaction time when jungkook notices you. instantly, he freezes.

his grip tightens on the edge of his chair as you spot him and wave, your smile wide and radiant.

god, you’re the prettiest thing he has ever had. 

when you reach their table, you drop your bag onto the empty seat beside jungkook’s, and lean down to greet him. your hand brushes his shoulder, lingering a second longer than needed. what can you say? 

you missed him and it’s been a long day.

“hey, baby,” you say softly, your voice just for him before turning to his friends. “hi, guys!”

jungkook mumbles a “hey” back, his hand barely grazing your arm before he drops it. the faintest pink rises to his ears, though, and jaehyun catches it immediately, smirking.

“... and you must be the girlfriend,” jaehyun says, leaning back in his seat as he takes you in. “shit, you are pretty.”

“shut up,” jungkook hisses.

the guys chuckle at jungkook’s instant reaction. 

“that’s me,” you say with a laugh, sliding into your seat. “and you’re the nerds, huh? jungkook talks about you all the time.”

“wish we could say the same about you,” dokyeom says with a sigh. “we had to beg him to let us meet you. don’t get why he’s gatekeeping you for… i mean, you guys have been together for a month—officially i mean. we heard all about the slow burn and him being an asshole—”

“shut up—”

“we’d like to apologize on his behalf, by the way,” jaehyun interrupts. “as nerd alchemists, we tend to suck at the whole… romance part of life.” 

“that’s okay. we’re happy and together now, right? that’s all that matters.” you say, turning to jungkook with a sweet smile. he nods in agreement. “also! nerd alchemists? hilarious.”

“or ‘genius goofs,’” hoshi adds, “but only on the bad days.”

“genius goofs who almost melted the lab last semester,” jaehyun cuts in with a snort.

“hey, that was one time,” hoshi protests before pouting, recalling the slightly traumatic memory. he huffs, “... fuck you. it wasn’t my fault.” 

“not entirely your fault,” jungkook corrects.

you laugh, genuinely amused, as you settle in closer to jungkook’s side. 

“i like them,” you say, nudging him.

“yeah?” jungkook asks, nudging you back. “i don’t. thinking of getting rid of them—”

“oh! really?” you gasp. “can i have them then?”

the guys stop themselves from bursting into laughter. you’re quick with it and it obviously throws jungkook and his stone-cold mood off… it’s right then and there where they all see it—how good you are for him. how good he has it to be with you.

“she’s funny,” jaehyun remarks, elbowing jungkook. “good choice, man.”

jungkook shrugs, the corners of his lips twitching as if fighting a smile. “yeah, she’s alright.”

“alright?” you repeat, narrowing your eyes at him with mock offense. “that’s all i am to you? you’re one to talk about being alright… what do you even have to offer me?”

“free tutoring,” hoshi deadpans, making everyone laugh.

as lunch continues, the vibe is easy. the conversation between everyone flows with teasing jokes and the occasional detour into more chemistry talk that you don’t fully understand but pretend to. it’s nice to be in jungkook’s world. it makes you feel like you’re getting to know him a little better and that’s all you really want… more of him. 

as you wait for the food to arrive, you reach for jungkook’s hand under the table, lacing your fingers through his. for a moment, he lets it happen. his thumb brushing yours absently before he pulls away to grab his water.

“here,” he says casually, pushing the glass toward you.

you blink, caught off guard, but take the glass with a polite smile. “thanks.”

jaehyun leans forward, clearly amused. “so, how is he as a boyfriend? still the golden boy, or is the shine starting to fade?”

you grin, playing along. “oh, he’s great. sweet, smart, cute when he wants to be… which isn’t often… ” you glance sideways at him. “terrible at pda, though.”

jungkook blinks at you.

dokyeom snickers. “shit. classic jungkook. wouldn’t want to ruin the whole nonchalant-genius vibe, right?”

jungkook doesn’t respond, just gives a half-smile as he takes a sip of his drink.

you laugh lightly, but something about his reaction sits heavy in your chest. you keep the conversation going with the group, but the warmth from earlier feels a little dimmed now.

jungkook might lose his mind?

no.

but maybe you might.

after lunch with the nerds, you and jungkook head back to his place.

when you arrive, the guys are already sprawled out in the living room, half-buried in blankets and pillows. the plan? a casual disney movie marathon, an excuse for everyone to lounge around and argue over animated villains.

you settle on the couch next to jungkook, close enough that your thigh presses against his, and his arm is loosely draped along the backrest behind you. it’s not nothing, but the space between how you’re sitting and how you want to be sitting feels like miles.

you try to close the distance, leaning into him as the opening scene of the lion king plays, but jungkook barely reacts. he’s relaxed, sure—his legs stretched out in front of him and his eyes glued to the screen—but it’s like he doesn’t even notice the way you’re resting your cheek on his shoulder.

“are you mad at me?”

jungkook shifts, tilting his head down to meet your eyes. “no, i’m not. why?”

“feels like you are.”

“i’m not,” he tells you softly. “did i do something?”

you shrug. “i don’t know… did i do something?”

jungkook shakes his head. “no. you okay, ___?”

baby. 

call me baby, please.

you nod, lips tight, and turn back to the movie. jungkook doesn’t think twice about it. 

meanwhile, the others are already engrossed in their usual back-and-forth.

“oh, come on,” taehyung groans from across the room, his hand halfway into the popcorn bowl. “you guys have to agree with me. scar is fucking gaston in another universe. it’s so obvious!”

“that makes literally no sense. gaston doesn’t have a scar on his face!” jin deadpans, tossing a handful of popcorn in taehyung’s direction.

you laugh softly, trying to join in. “i mean… he’s not wrong.”

jungkook doesn’t even glance at you.

you shift, sliding your hand into his lap and letting your fingers brush against his knee. maybe this will get his attention—a tiny spark of acknowledgment. instead, he shifts slightly, just enough that you pull away, sinking into the couch with your heart dipping into your stomach.

taehyung catches it, his smirk practically a reflex. 

“yah, jungkook… seriously?” he says, looking between you and jungkook. “are you two even dating? what the fuck was that?”

“what was what?” jungkook asks.

taehyung rolls his eyes. “you know what you just did. look at your girlfriend—if i can even call ehr that—she’s clearly upset at you.”

jungkook laughs it off like it’s nothing, his expression is calm as ever. 

“we’re dating,” jungkook says, voice casual, like it’s obvious.

but you’re not laughing. 

and taehyung is right.

you are upset. 

your chest feels tight because fuck. every touch you’ve tried today has been shrugged off, and taehyung’s words cut a little deeper than you want to admit. you force a smile, your fingers twisting at the hem of your sleeve.

“whatever,” taehyung gives up. 

then, just like that… you feel alone again. like no one sees you again. 

like he doesn’t see you. 

the others keep talking, diving into some tangent about villains in disney sequels, but the warmth you’ve been chasing all day feels impossibly far away.

it’s late by the time the movie marathon wraps up. 

one by one, everyone begins to surrender to their tiredness. the once lively room is now quiet, save for the rustle of blankets and yawns. jin and namjoon head upstairs to their rooms, while taehyung and yoongi mumble something about doing the dishes before heading to bed. jimin and hobi headed out early to sleep over at their girlfriends. meanwhile, jungkook, still half-reclined on the couch next to you, looks like he’s one blink away from passing out.

his head dips once, then twice. 

his lashes fluttering as his hand absently brushes against your thigh. you watch him for a moment, your chest tightening with a mix of affection and frustration.

today has not been the best day with him.

you can’t quite put the finger on why he’s so fucking infuriating today… maybe your period is coming or maybe he truly is just a fucking idiot. 

when his head finally droops forward, you carefully slip away, untangling yourself from the blanket and his loose grip. his brows furrow slightly, but he doesn’t wake. you head to the entryway, grab your jacket, and slip your arms through the sleeves with slow, deliberate movements.

the door creaks slightly as you reach for your shoes, and that’s when you hear him.

“hey.”

you glance up to see jungkook standing there, rubbing at his eyes, his hair a soft, messy halo around his head. his voice is low, a little groggy, but there’s an edge of concern in it.

“where are you going?” he asks, padding toward you with bare feet.

“home,” you reply, your tone light but clipped as you tug the zipper of your jacket up. “you were out cold, and it’s late. figured i’d let you sleep.”

“hey, hey, hey.” his voice softens, and before you can move away, his hands find your waist, gently pulling you back toward him. “what’s this about?”

you keep your gaze fixed on the door, refusing to look at him. 

“nothing. i just thought it’d be better if i went home.”

jungkook leans in, his arms sliding around you fully now, and his forehead dips to rest against your shoulder. he nuzzles into the crook of your neck, his breath warm against your skin. 

“you said you were staying the night.”

you inhale sharply, willing yourself not to get so sensitive about this. god, what are you even mad about? actually, no. what are you not mad about? 

“i did, didn’t i?”

“yeah,” he murmurs, his voice almost pleading. “it’s our one-month tomorrow…”

“right,” you pull back slightly, just enough to look at him. “hey, do you think we should just break up? we can do that, you know. it’s only a month in anyway and—”

his hold on you tightens instantly. 

“what?” he stares at you, the grogginess fading from his eyes as they widen in alarm. “why would you say something like that? that’s not funny.” 

“i’m not trying to be funny,” you say, attempting to sound stern. you don’t though. if anything, you just sound defeated. 

“i’m not following…” jungkook says, beginning to feel a burn in his chest. “why do you wanna break up with me? do you not want to be with me anymore? i swear, i thought i was making you happy. aren’t we happy—”

“it’s fine. like, if you want to break up we can do it now. we haven’t even had sex yet and so this would be less attachment to our relationship. we can still be friends—”

“don’t,” jungkook hisses. “don’t start with your psych bullshit. ___, friends? we’re horibale at that, remember? fuck, ___… and who said anything about sex? i said i’d wait. i said it doesn’t matter if you want to wait for marriage or do it tomorrow. do what you want with it, okay? it’s yours. it’s completely yours… and so am i. me being your boyfriend has nothing to do with wanting to fuck you—okay. wait. yeah, okay, fine. it does a little but it’s not why i’m with you.”

“oh,” you murmur. “right. you’re my boyfriend.”

he doesn’t say anything right away, but the way his hands stay steady on your waist makes you feel like maybe he’s finally listening.

jungkook’s eyes narrow at the sarcasm that drips from your words, and his lips curl into a frown. he steps closer to you, eyes searching yours. 

“what the fuck does that mean?”

your lips tremble as you meet his gaze, the weight of everything you’ve been holding back pressing down on you. it feels like your heart is going to burst. 

"it doesn’t even feel like we’re dating, jungkook," your voice barely above a whisper. yet, you can tell by the way his body stiffens that he heard every word loudly. 

for a moment, there’s only silence. 

jungkook’s grip on your waist tightens, his fingers pressing into the fabric of your jacket as he pulls you closer, not hard, but just enough that you can feel the warmth of him against you. his brows draw together, eyes searching your face for some kind of explanation, but he doesn’t speak.

you feel the space between you and him—how close you are, how far apart you feel.

you resist for a moment, but the way his hands settle on you—secure and soft—makes it hard to stay distant. still, your mind is racing, the thoughts bubbling up, ready to spill over.

“why’d you drop my hand today?” you ask, voice tight. “why didn’t you hold it? why didn’t you touch me during the movie? i was leaning into you the whole time, and you didn’t even—didn’t even notice.”

“i noticed.”

you pull away slightly, just enough to see his face, and you’re almost surprised to see the guilt flicker in his eyes. he opens his mouth, but no words come out at first, and then you take a shaky breath, your eyes filling with tears.

“yeah, you did… and then you shifted away. taehyung noticed that,” you continue, your voice breaking, “he saw it... you didn’t even care, did you?”

“i do care.”

“not enough then,” you whimper. “j-jungkook…”

then, the tears start to fall, and you feel them. 

hot and frustrated. 

your tears slip down your cheeks as you look up at him. your fists are clenched and before you even realize it, you’re hitting his chest with your palms.

“you’re such a bad boyfriend,” you whisper, the emotion bursting from you all at once. “just break up with me if you’re gonna be a bad boyfriend!”

jungkook doesn’t pull away.

he lets you hit him, one, two, three times, his chest soft under your hands. and then he gently grabs your wrists, holding them, but not in a way that feels forceful—more like he’s trying to soothe you—to ground you.

“i didn’t mean to,” he says softly, his voice laced with regret, pulling you back to him. 

he wraps his arms around you tightly, holding you close, as if trying to keep you from falling apart. his forehead rests against yours, and he murmurs softly.

“i’m sorry,” he says.

you bury your face in his chest, taking a shaky breath. 

jungkook’s arms tighten around you, holding you like he never wants to let go. you feel the warmth of his embrace, but the words spill out before you can stop them.

“it’s just... it’s hard when you’re... like that around other people. you know?” you murmur. “it’s like... i try so hard to make you feel loved and important, and you just don’t—don’t react the way i want you to.”

he’s quiet for a long time, just holding you, and you feel his chest rise and fall with every breath. when he speaks again, it’s softer, raw, like he’s letting the truth spill out too.

“it’s hard for me too,” he says, his voice tight with vulnerability. “being with you... i want to be everything you need. but i can’t always figure out how to do it, especially when we’re in public, around my friends. it’s like... i don’t want to look stupid. i don’t want to mess things up, and... i’m not used to feeling like this. like you’re... you’re all-consuming, and i can’t control it.”

you pull back slightly, looking up at him, your heart beating louder in your chest. jungkook’s eyes are full of something you haven’t seen before—rawness, honesty.

“i’m sorry,” he says again, this time more quietly. “i didn’t mean to make you feel like this, ___... i swear to god, i didn’t.” he runs a hand over his face in frustration. “i know i was… distant. but it’s not because i don’t care about you. it’s not because i was intentionally trying to be an asshole—”

“why do you act like this around your friends? like i’m some kind of... afterthought?”

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, his eyes fixed on yours as if trying to find the right words. but it’s almost like he’s been waiting for this moment, for you to finally say everything he’s been too afraid to face.

“honestly? when we’re around my friends, i get this... i get this weird feeling, like i’m not good enough for you. like you’re too… perfect. you’re out of my league, to be completely honest… and i don’t know how to handle it. like i said… it’s like you’re taking over my life and i can’t control it. it’s unfamiliar to me, you know? not having control over how i feel and how things go... so i guess… i guess i push you away and i drop your hand when i shouldn’t… when i don’t even want to.”

you can feel the sincerity in his words, and for a second, the tears that had been threatening to spill fall freely. he’s so open, so raw, and it makes your heart ache.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he continues, his voice thick with emotion. “i won’t ever do that ever again, okay? i want to be the boyfriend you deserve. i want to show you how much i care about you, how much i really, really fucking like you. i’m really sorry i made you feel this way.”

you swallow hard, trying to make sense of it all. 

it’s overwhelming, but it feels like he’s finally seeing you, really seeing you for the first time. as you compose yourself, jungkook takes this opportunity. 

“so... can you take it back?” he asks, his voice hesitant. “please don’t break up with me.”

you sniff, wiping your face with the back of your hand, still unsure of everything. your heart still aches, but it’s a little less painful now. you look at him through watery eyes, and a small smile tugs at the corner of your lips.

“okay,” you murmur, your voice still a little shaky. “but you have to be more obsessed with me, okay? or else i’m really dumping you. got it?”

“got it.”

jungkook chuckles, a soft, relieved sound, and he leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head before pulling off your jacket. he tosses it carelessly to the side, his hands lingering on your shoulders for a second longer than necessary, as if to keep you close.

“let’s go to bed. i’m sleepy... and i missed you all day,” he says, his voice low and warm, his hand now sliding down your arm to gently wrap around your wrist, giving it a soft tug. you let out a laugh, shaking your head as he starts to pull you toward the stairs.

“we were together all day, nerd,” you tease, looking up at him with a playful smile.

he groans dramatically, letting his head fall back with a long, exaggerated sigh. you can’t help but smile at the sight of him, so vulnerable and sweet in these moments.

“oh… i know,” he groans. “see what i mean? i sound ridiculous. baby, i miss you even when i’m with you.”

then, he’s pulling you closer. his fingers curl around your hand as his other arm slips around your waist, holding you snugly to his side.

his words hang in the air between you two, and it’s clear he’s not just saying it—he means it.

the way he holds you as he leads you upstairs, his gaze soft yet full of affection, is all the confirmation you need.

the way you two slip into bed and he wraps his body around you, breathing you in like you're his only source of air... it's what you've been craving for all day.

you two fall asleep tangled in each others embrace.

when you wake up the next day, you wake up to 30 individual flowers in small vases spread around his bedroom—one for each day you’ve been together.

jungkook kisses you good morning and holds you by the waist going downstairs. he's giggling into your skin, talking about how pretty you are. 

during breakfast with the guys, he holds your hand over the table. 

everyone rolls their eyes, dumbfounded by the pda… 

except you, of course. 

your eyes are completely on jungkook.

[moonstruckme]

Hiii! I love your writing so much! I was wondering if you could write a poly!marauders x fem!reader where they have curly hair and they offhandedly mention wishing they didn’t or that they are thinking of getting it chemically straightened or something and all the boys are just like 😱 “don’t you dare” and super over dramatic bc they love her hair. Thank you!!

Thanks for requesting lovely!

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 695 words

You smooth more product into your hair, blowing out a harsh breath when the stubborn curl springs back up from the top of your head anyway. 

“Argh!” You press your hands to your eyes, feeling on the brink of tears. “I cannot deal with this right now.” 

“What is it?” Remus asks from where he’s sitting on the bathroom rug, watching the rest of you get ready. 

“My hair isn’t cooperating.”

“It looks fine to me,” James says, and then at the ferocious look you send him, he adds hastily, “More than fine. Gorgeous, perfect. Just like you.” 

“It’s this frizz,” you huff. “I just want it to look neat for one night, is that too much to ask? This is ridiculous.” You seize a pair of scissors, thinking to simply cut the curl—there may be consequences in the long run, but damn it, you just want it to look decent now—but Sirius grabs your wrist.

“What are you doing?” He wrestles the scissors from you. “Shit, baby, it doesn’t look bad at all! Don’t get so riled up.” 

“You don’t get it,” you say, knowing you sound childish but too frustrated to care. “It’s unmanageable. It’s too much work, all of the time! There’s this thing where you can get it chemically straightened, I think I’m going to do that.” 

Sirius had started bringing his eyeliner pencil to his lash line, but it goes straight down his cheek at your words. “What?”

“Sweetheart,” James says, sounding appalled, “you can’t!”

“Why not?” You really want to know. Why shouldn’t you do the thing that’d make your life so much easier?

“Be—because,” he insists. “It’s your hair!”

“Dove.” Even Remus seems upset, a concerned line appearing between his brows. “Your hair is so lovely, why would you want to make it less unique?”

“None of you have to deal with wrangling it every day,” you grumble, attempting again to smooth down the rebellious curl and pointing at it accusingly when it boings back up. 

“Shit, I’ll do it,” Sirius says, batting your hands away and beginning to fuss over your hair. He hasn’t wiped away his eyeliner, and it sweeps down his cheek like a comically gothic teardrop. “If it’ll keep you from ruining it with chemicals, I’ll do your hair for you every day.” 

“You won’t want to,” you say darkly. “You’ll get sick of it soon. It’s impossible, it never behaves when you want it to.” 

James sets his chin on your shoulder, pouting at you in the mirror. “I think it looks cool when it doesn’t behave. It’s curly, part of the appeal is that it doesn’t have to be neat.” 

The compliments wash over you without your noticing. “But what if I want to look nice?” 

“You always look nice, darling,” Remus sighs, rolling his eyes like you’re being difficult. “And James is right. Your hair might not always look sleek or perfectly smooth, but it has its own personality. Don’t get upset with it because of its nature. Be nicer to it, hm?” 

You’re about to argue with him again, but Sirius takes your chin in his hand, turning your head and capturing your lips with his. His mouth is insistent on yours, and James snickers as you make a low, whiny sound. Sirius looks at you evenly as he pulls back, leaving his thumb on your chin.

“Let me deal with it,” he says firmly, “and when I’m done, it’s going to look so pretty you’re going to wonder why you ever thought of changing it.” 

You don’t reply, but he recognizes your silence for the assent it is, taking the errant curl and beginning to braid it into a small section of your hair. 

“Ooh, I like that,” James says, watching Sirius’ deft fingers in the mirror. “Moons, will you let me do that to yours?”

Remus sighs as though it comes at a great cost, but agrees, moving to sit down in front of James so that he can receive the same princess treatment you are. 

“See, dovey?” He looks up at you, smirking. “Now if you say your hair doesn’t look good, you’ll be insulting us both.”

[prettieinpink]

Hi I really love ur blog and I was wondering if you have any tips about nails, bc my nails grow long but are so flimsy that they keep breaking off and bending easily, no pressure or anything

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GUIDE TO TAKING CARE OF NAILS

DAILY CARE

Avoid nail polishes that contain formaldehyde and dibutyl phthalate as they can cause your nails to weaken over time. Highly pigmented polishes can also cause weak nails. To avoid this, take breaks from nail polish and go natural from time to time. 

Use cuticle oils frequently, which varies from the condition of your nails. If you don’t have cuticle oil, vaseline or a lip balm is a good alternative.

Keep your nails away from dirty or wet environments. Dirt can nurture the growth of bacteria and wet nails are weak nails. If you have to be doing things that include excessive moisture or dirt, try to wear gloves of any kind.

Stop biting your nails and picking at them. While both are difficult habits to break, both can destroy the health of your nails. Be very mindful of how you treat your nails.

Wash your hands thoroughly when needed. Before and after you eat, you go to the loo, you handle food etc. When we wash our hands, The grime under our nails is also being washed away.

Nails are not tools. Don’t use them to open cans, remove stickers or open boxes. This will weaken them in the long run and increase the chances of them being chipped or broken. Use the provided tools you have instead.

Avoid prolonged exposure to harsh chemicals like cleaning products or acetone-based products. They can strip your nails of moisture which causes breakage

WEEKLY (AT-HOME) MANICURE

If you have nail polish on, don’t peel or pick at it but use a nail-friendly nail polish remover gently with a cotton pad/ball.

After that, if needed, file or trim your nails to your desired length. For smooth cutting, wipe down your nails with a wet cotton ball or wipe. 

Get a bowl of warm water and soap to soak your cuticles in. Then use a soft brush or a clean toothbrush to gently exfoliate your nails. You can usually use a little bit of your body scrub or a tad bit of sugar. Then, dry your hands & nails with a small microfiber towel.

Apply cuticle oil or any cream to moisturise your nails, then massage that it for a few minutes to stimulate nail growth.

Apply your polishes in the correct order. Base coat, nail polish then top coat. 

Moisturise with a nice hand cream! 

[4doras]

A NIGHT WITH YOU ౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆

what happens when you meet a black cat while trick or treating? ⊹♡

taesan x f!reader | strangers to lovers

genre. fluff (lowercase intended)

wc. 0.8k

a/n. wrote this for halloween but i don't know if its enough so i might write another fic ><

you planned to stay inside this halloween, no different to the years before. you happily laid on your bed, scrolling on your phone.

“y/n?” your mother knocked on your door. “can you please go out this year? you can wear something simple.” your mom pleaded.

“something simple like what? i have nothing to wear.” you groaned.

“you could be a black cat. just wear a black outfit and cat ears.” she suggested.

“fine.”

a black cat, isn’t that unlucky?

more under the cut!

you wore a black shirt and skirt, paired with a cat ear headband. you drew whiskers on each side of your cheek and a circle on the tip of your nose. you found an old pumpkin basket and left the house.

you knocked on the close houses, collecting a few pieces of candy every time. you knocked on house 400, instead of the usual parent or grandparent, a boy around your age opened the door. he was also wearing a black cat outfit, as simple as yours but without the headband, his hair managed to stick in a way that looked like cat ears. maybe he really was a black cat.

“h-hey.” he stuttered.

“hi.” you responded, taken aback from the person in the door.

“taesan! what’s taking you so long? just give out the candy.” you heard a voice coming from inside getting louder. “oh! you’re y/n, right? i’m friends with your mother!” someone who looked like the black cat's mother walked up to the door.

“yeah, that’s me.” you bowed as you greeted his mother.

“you’re so pretty! do you want to come inside? you and taesan can become friends.” she held her son's shoulder tightly, making him quietly wince at the pain.

“of course.”

you followed the boy up to his room, which was well kept. it smelled really nice, too.

“you can sit on my bed if you want. i don’t mind.” he said, plopping himself onto the bed. “i’m taesan, by the way. han taesan.” he looked at you with his big eyes. he really was like a cat.

“i’m y/n. l/n y/n.” you introduced yourself. “you like music?” you scanned the room, it was decorated with posters, vinyls and a guitar.

he turned to you like a cat hearing its favorite word. “mhm, i play the guitar too.”

“what’s your favorite band?”

“i like The Beatles and My Chemical Romance.” he seemed so happy to talk about his interests, he really fit the cat persona. “i can play something for you.” he smiled.

“only if you’re good.”

“don’t pressure me.” he sulked.

he sang and played the guitar for a few minutes before stopping, burying his face in his hands.

“what’s wrong?” you said, concerned.

“it’s embarrassing…” he mumbled in his hands.

“no it’s not, you’re really good.” you tried to pull his hand away from his face. he removed his hands, looking you straight in the eyes. his eyes shone in the dim room, it was weird. you could see stars in his eyes. “seriously, taesan. it was good!” you giggled, brushing a piece of hair out of his face. a red glow forming on his cheeks.

“well, tell me about you, now.” he sat up straight.

“i don’t know… i don't do anything interesting.” you thought for a bit.

“there has to be something.” he tilted his head.

“there really isn’t, taesan.” you tilted your head as well, mirroring him.

“then i guess i’ll have to get to know you, hm?” he grinned

considering you two would be staying inside, you both removed your makeup and showered. taesan let you wear his clothes for the time being. though, they were huge on you. taesan came out of the shower and stared you down.

“you look cute, my clothes are so big on you.” he laughed.

“shut up!” you pushed his arm.

“you look cute,” three words that stayed in your head the whole night. that, and the smell of taesans shampoo was all you could think about. taesan had a twin size bed that you both squished on. taesan snuggled into your shoulder, trying to get comfortable. you could smell his shampoo with how close he was. his clothes smelt like fabric softener. his room was so cozy, and so was he. you let your hand linger in his hair, gently playing with it. what you didn’t realize was that taesan was wide awake. he didn’t dare move an inch in case you stopped. his heart was racing, the whole atmosphere engulfing him like a warm blanket.

when you woke up, taesans arm was sprawled across your body, keeping you against the bed.

“taesan? i can’t get up if your arm is on me.” you poked his arm.

“just five minutes…” he held you closer, hugging you tightly.

maybe black cats aren’t so unlucky.

[howaerds-a]

❝   no  ,  i  -  i'm  fine  ,   ❞   she   lies   ,   evidence to the contrary   negating   every   word   that   escapes   her   lips.   she   tugs   the   blanket   over   her   head   ,   leaving   only   a   small   opening   through   which   to   look   at   her   friend.   ❝   i'm   fine   ,   i  ate earlier   ,   i   just   .   .   .   going   outside   has   been   a   lot   lately   ,   and   i   think   it's   just   probably   better   if   i   stay   here   .   .   .   ❞   the   blonde   has   no   reserved   energy   with   which   to   formulate   a   convincing   lie   ,   so   she   simply   winces   and   buries her face   under   the   blankets.

truthfully   ,   cassie   just   isn't   sure   if   she'll   be   able   to   face   blake   if   they   were   to   run   into   him   so   soon.   unable to be strong   but   afraid   to   crumble   ,   she   chooses   to   hide   herself   away   in   the   dingy   student   apartment   in   which   she   resides.   ❝   maybe   i'll   order   a   pizza   or   sometihing   ;   i   think   pizza   could   be   good.   ❞   her   cadence   is   nearly   believable   this   time   ,   though   she's   sure   amelia   knows   that   left   unsupervised   ,   she   won't   eat   for   another   day   or   two.   ❝   okay   ,   ❞   she   eventually   concedes   ,   reluctantly   slipping   petite   legs   over   the   edge   of   the   bed .   ❝   just  for a few days   .   .   .   ❞

Amelia had been checking in when she could, the hours spent studying had almost trebled through the lack of concentration. Her mind constantly wondering back to her friend and THAT night. The box of granola bars Amelia had left on Cassie's night stand at the beginning of the week had been touched, one half eaten bar laid beside the box and another empty wrapper was crumpled on the floor. "Is that ALL you've eaten?" The brunette didn't want to sound too judgemental because she was more worried than anything.

"Cassie.. I really don't think you should stay here on your own" The blonde clearly wasn't doing well, and watching her spark go out day by day crushed the heart of her friend. The light of the party beaten down to a flame barely flickering. "I think you should come back to my place.. or somewhere safe, where you can get back on your feet" NOT Blakes house. Since they'd come home from the hospital that night Amelia hadn't known the boundaries, how close was too close? The slightest wrong touch could be the key to ignite a word of memories that Cassie's brain was fighting to forget.

[howaerds-a]

she  clings to  cordell   for   dear   life   ,   hyperventilating   as   she's   pulled   from   the   depths   of   a   vivid   and   awful   dream .   cassie   still   sees   the   abuse   she's   suffered   in   her   life   ;   it's   all  still  there   when   she   closes   her   eyes.   only   as   her   boyfriend's   arms   envelop   the   blonde   in   a   strong   ,   reassuring   embrace   does   she   snap   out   of   her   trauma   response.   cerulean   orbs   flicker   to   the   clock   she's   placed   atop the table next to   her   side   -   she   loves   that   she has a  side   -   of   the   bed   ,   tense shoulders relaxing somewhat   as   @cordelliism   continues   to   sooth   and   comfort   her.   ❝   5  am   ,   i'm   so   sorry   ,   ❞   cass   whispers   ,   tucking   her   head   in   against   his   chest   as   labored   breathing   gradually   begins   to   slow .   

[delusional-nymph]

About me

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I had tumblr way back then 2013. The blog was deleted as my aesthetics have changed since. I am new to coquette as years ago was nymphet but had no idea it existed.

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I would love to have a pretty aesthetically pleasing blog but i like a lot of different things

Age: ♡ I am an older millennial on the spectrum so yeah every birthday i need a couple of drinks to drown out my crisis

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Tv shows/ movies: ♡ I watch pretty much anything that catches my attention. gilmore girls / X / Pearl / black swan / girl interrupted / coraline/ wednesday / game of thrones / You / and obvs will watch anime too sometimes

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Music: ♡ lana del rey / melanie martinez / marina / depeche mode / starset / three days grace / breaking benjamin/ Panic at the disco / caskets / my chemical romance / skillet / silverstein / fall out boy / avril lavigne / britney spears / poppy ..ect

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Hobbies: ♡ besides bedrotting and scrolling on tumblr i used to be able to draw but lost the ability to loss of motivation and now i cant even pick up a pencil for the life of me. I still video game. am currently playing stardew valley. you can say am still an artist but at heart

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Posting: ♡ I try to post when i can or have the energy to but mostly i reblog i also try to keep in mind what i post along with tags. I tend to hide behind dark humor and sarcasm. I journal now for this reason on another app.

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Likes: ♡ spring like weather and walking through gardens. hard cover books sweet perfumes hot showers and both hot and cold coffee

soaking in sun when i can because i rarely go outside

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Dislikes: ♡ bullies mean ppl in general gross pervy guys ppl that cut through a lot during traffic hours drivers that yell as if they own the roads and really strict managers with favoritism towards that one specific coworker ..list goes on

racist and homophobes not allowed also goes for ppl that shut down others for not fitting into the coquette “mold” pro ana blogs will get blocked

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🎀my asks/msgs are open atm unless otherwise and am ok with having more mutuals🎀

~if you have read this far thank you~

dividers @diariodefresa

[howaerds-a]

closed | @ofcrxwns | cont'd from here

❝   i  don't  know   ,   i   just   -   .   .   .   you'd tell  me   if   there   was   something   i   could   be   doing   better   ,   right   ?   ❞ 

[ithisatanytime]

caro♡ - over u (Official Video)

from twitter: “ So trying to stop a forest from being cut down gets you domestic terrorism charges but the ceo and board members of Norfolk Southern get to live free lives after spilling toxic chemicals into a water supply. “

i dont know any of the specific lefty bullshit this faggot is crying about, but ive pointed this out before, lefties dont know what terrorism means, and in general only white men know what “intent” means in relation to crime and punishment. this is related to them calling anyone who is passionately disagreeing with them “the devils advocate” they do not know what that term means, even when you explain it to them they have no idea. when i say leftists im basically including women too as leftist men are just feminine men with feminine minds. in case you dont know, playing the devils advocate is when you argue for a side you PERSONALLY disagree with so that everyone on your side of a debate can be sure your arguments are sound. so it would be like me going “what if women working is actually the better of the two options, women are the smarter sex and they are less violent” even though i know thats not true and retarded i might proffer that argument so that we can better prepare for it when we inevitably encounter it out in the wild from someone who actually believes it. they call disagreeing passionately the devils advocate because they literally cant wrap their head around a white man who isnt sorry for being white, must be the devil

[hiilikeanimelol]

IM BACK BITCHES

Hi im oli! (He/it)

I am a bisexual, trans and intersex guy, I am 18 and in my first year of university studying policing

-also hi cute little side note, it's highly likely that I am autistic so tone tags are always appreciated because tone just makes no sense to me ♡

♡KIN LIST♡

Undertaker (BB) we have matching piercings finally!

Tomura shigaraki (BNHA) I love him

Viktor hargeeves (UA) his coming out scene made me weep

Mammon (OM!SWD) my love

Rook hunt (TWST) French man

10th,11th and 12th doctor (doctor who)

main fandoms that I will waffle on about are:

GOOD OMENS MY GIRLFRIEND GOT ME INTO GOOD OMENS AND I LOVE HIM FOR THAT AND THEY SAID WE CAN GO TO A HALLOWEEN PARTY DRESSED AS CROWLEY AND AZIRAPHALE SHES SO SLSNSNSSNSBS

Doctor who

Twisted wonderland

Obey me

My hero academia

And

Attack on titan

Heartstopper

Umbrella academy

I am a massive music geek and am constantly listening to music, a lot of my playlists are made up of:

Random hand

KoRn

Slipknot

Green day

My chemical romance

Ricky Montgomery

Mitski

Waterparks

Metallica

Arctic monkeys

The virgin marys

CRASHFACE

A lot of the time I will waffle about my personal life too all of which will be under #ollie rambles

Any vents or rants will go under #ollies vents

Feel free to just block both these tags if you're only here for memes

I try my best to keep this blog organised but I've had it for a fucking while now, I lowkey want to start a new one thats organised but im afraid I've grown attached this blog over the time I've been active on it

I've made some amazing friends on this app and im always down for making more (heads up that I will be awkward for the first week of talking but then I'll settle down, social is difficult)

If anyone ever wants any other social media I have then feel free to send me a message or an ask and I'll give you my username in dm's, doesn't matter if we talk or not I just don't want my Snapchat and Instagram usernames out on tumblr

Little bit about me physically:

I have an industrial on my left ear and most of the time a silver skull hoops in my first lobes and skull studs in my seconds, I also have my helix pierced on my right ear which is also silver. I've got a silver septum which i have to flip up around familt because they told me i couksnt have it so i did it anyway lol. My hair is currently down to my chin (it needs cutting) and my roots are atrocious.

DNI IF YOU ARE

Racist

Homophobic / transphobic

Ableist

Sexist

Pro-life

Trump supporter

Believe MAPS are a part of the lqbtq

Are ginger /j

And also, do not come into my asks on anon and accuse me of faking ed's, self harm and suicidal thoughts. I have better things to fucking do then deal with your bullshit. Also don't just leave anonymous messages of

"She" "girl" "woman" "tranny" "faggot"

I have enough shit on my plate, go seek mental help xx

And also my dm's are open to anyone at all times, whether you just need a friend or if u want someone to talk to. I will never turn someone down if you want to vent or anything, ill listen to anyone about anything, if you want advice then I shall try my best and if you just want me to listen to get stuff off your chest then thats also fine.

If I think of anything else I'll add to this, ill make notes down here of when I update anything

~ the one and only oliver xx

Og post : 14/11/2021

First of many edits: I changed the physical stuff a bit 27/11/2021

Second edit: 04/01/2022

Third edit: age change 28/02/2022

Fourth edit: rewording and piercing changes 29/03/2022

Fifth edit: removed lost ear cuff in the physical description 16/04/2022

Sixth edit: added heartstopper into what I waffle on about 28/04/2022

Seventh edit: dyed my hair purple again!! 02/05/2022

Eighth edit: got second lobes pierced 17/05/22

Ninth edit: got helix pierced, hair colour faded baddddd, changed jewelery and added umbrella academy to intrests also added a current kin list 27/06/2022

Tenth edit: dyed my hair purple and got a silver septum ring and a silver lip ring 20/07/2022

eleventh edit: hair faded and im no longer a first year at college lol 23/08/2022

twelfth edit: got a job and dyed my hair red 08/09/2022

thirteenth edit: I'm now legally an adult 28/02/2023

fourteenth edit: updated my kin list from just the 10th doctor to the 11th and 12th too 15/03/2023

fifteenth edit: tone tag mention and changed my jewelry 04/04/2023

sixteenth edit: mm hair dye 16/04/2023

17th edit: I'm back! Still severely depressed but I'm here. been working mad hours and spent the last 7 days high with no breaks 08/08/2023

18th edit : got my septum pierced, broke up with my SHITTY ex and got with someone who treats me the way I'm supposed to be treated AND I've started uni 11/09/23

19th edit : GOOD OMENS EEK!! 17/10/2023

20th edit : got a mullet kinda thing and dyed it dark blue 12/12/2023

[howaerds-a]

there's  no  stifling  the  giggle   that   bubbles   from   the   blonde's   lips   as   he   joins   her   ,   amusement   clear   in   her   demeanor   watching   him   down   the   drink   he's   just   ordered .   ❝   i'm  cassie   ,   ❞   she   titters   ,   ❝   and   i   guess   i   need   to   catch   up.   ❞   matching   the   energy   with   which   he'd   downed   the   beverage   ,   she   tilts   her   own   cocktail   back   and   clears  the glass   as   quickly   as   she   can   ,   placing   it   down   with   a   victorious   grin   pasted   across   liquor   soaked   lips.   ❝   i  have  to  say   ,   this   is   the   most   interesting   way   anyone   has   ever   opened   with   me   before   .   .   .   ❞

                                  IT SEEMS HE HASN'T BEEN TOO WEIRD, WHICH IS A RELIEF. He climbs on the barstool next to her and gestures for the barkeeper to give him a whiskey and a second helping of whatever the woman had, her glass sitting empty in front of her. “Stealing a person is called kidnapping and is illegal in all 50 US states,” Castiel tells her before he realizes that she's probably been flirting back. Feeling a bit mortified, he quickly downs his whiskey, which, of course, does nothing to relax him. He'd need the whole top shelf of the bar to get drunk. “Uh, but I don't think he minds,” Castiel quickly adds to show that he's not a complete idiot and does understand what she's been implying. Why is this so hard? Birds have beautiful songs to make their mating intentions known, but of course, her eyes would shatter if Castiel tried anything like that, so he has to do this talking thing where no word actually means what it's supposed to mean.

[howaerds-a]

❝   baby  , i'm fine   ;   the   doctor   says   i   can   still   ride   for   a   few   more   weeks   ,   ❞   cassie   giggles   ,   tugging   the   reins   just   enough   to   slow   libby   down   to   a   halt .   ❝   are   you   seriously   pulling me  over   right   now   ?   ❞   it's   then   that   she   notices   stella   ,   perched   on   the   fence   behind   the   ranger   with   an   apologetic   smirk   plastered   across   her   visage .   ❝   well   at   least   you   got   someone   to   tow  the  vehicle   ,   ❞   she   snorts   ,   shaking   her   head   as   @cordelliism   stands   expectantly   with   his   back   turned.   with   a   sigh   both   defeated   and   amused   ,   she   waits   for   stella   to   secure   the   reins   under   liberty   belle's   bridle   and   steps   out   of   one   stirrup.

❝   better   hurry   up   ,   stell   -   i   think   i'm   about  to get  cuffed   ,   ❞   the   blonde   chides   ,   earning   herself   a   disgusted   groan   from   the   teenager   as   she   maneuvers  her  body   -   and   her   just   barely   noticeable   bump   -   onto   cordell's   back.   ❝   you're   gonna   be   so   much   fun   the   next   few   months   ,   aren't   you   ?   ❞   cassie   teases   ,   leaning   around   to   plant   an   affectionate   peck   on   the   stubbled   line   of   his   jaw.

[howaerds-a]

closed | she's here to PESTER | @carp3diems

a  frustrated ,  drunken exhale   heats   the   lower   half   of   the   blonde's   face   as   eddie's   phone   goes   to   voicemail   again .   she   knows   that he's   busy   with   legitimate   business   ,   but   that   doesn't   help   the   boredom   she's   exacerbated   with   the   aid   of   the   mob   boss'   liquor   cabinet .   she   sighs   ,   golden locks   flipping   over   a   small   shoulder   as   she   leaves   the   bedroom   to   go   find   her   favorite   of   his   men.   not   only   does   he   never   make   an   attempt   to   ogle   her   while   eddie   isn't   looking   ,   but   he's   become   a   genuine   friend   in   the   time   that   cassie   has   spent   around   the   estate   so   far.   ❝   dominicccccc   ,   ❞   she   whines   ,   flopping   over   the   back   of   the   couch   on   which   she   finally   locates   him.   ❝   how   badly   do   you   want   to   take   me   to   get   a   slushee   right   now   ?   ❞

[howaerds-a]

though  saline  glitters   behind   her   eyes   ,   the   blonde   stubbornly   attempts   to   pull   her   countenance   together.   she   was   unprepared   for   just   how   hard   the   words   have   hit   her   ,   the   truth   in   which   is   all   but   evident.   cassie   has   lost   so   very   much   in   her   life   .   .   .   her   youth   ,   her   innocence   ,   her   baby   .   .   .   the   list   goes   on   and   on   ,   and   she   has   yet   to   get   any   better   at   hiding   the   way   a   lifetime   of   instability   has   affected   her   mental   state.   the   span   of   her   neck   flexes   with   the   effort   of   swallowing   back   a   sob   ,   cerulean   optics   darting   upward.

❝   i'm  fine   ,   ❞   she   lies   ,   trying   her   very   best   to   shake   the   anxiety   out   through   her   hands .   the   hitch   in   her   cadence   is   evident   ,   however   ,   and   the   frustration   of   this   only   serves   to   tip  the levee   and   allow   cassie's   tears   to   stream   freely   down   rosy   cheeks .   for   a   few   moments   she   simply   stares   into   space   ,   before   finally   coming   to   the   conclusion   that   there   is   simply   no avoiding   being   seen   in   this   condition.   petite   digits   flick   salted   droplets   from   a   flushed   visage   ,   expression   timidly   apologetic as she finally turns toward @cordelliism .   ❝   i'm   so   sorry   ,   this   is   so   embarrassing   ,   i   just   -   i'm okay   ,   i'm   sorry.   ❞

[howaerds-a]

it  all  happens  so  quickly   ,   she's   hardly   able   to   keep up .   one   moment   the   blonde's   entire   life   is   flashing   before   her   eyes   ;   the   next   ,   she's   being   tackled   -   then   .   .   .   flirted   with   ?   it   takes   a   moment   before   cassie   is   able   to   form   a   coherent   sentence   ,   by   which   time   her   savior   has   taken   off.  

she doesn't know   where   the   brunette   is   going   ,   nor   does   she   have   any   idea   what's   going   on   in   the   streets   of   the   city   today.   all   that   seems   to   compute   is   that   this   stranger   ,   whomever   she   may   be   ,   is   safe ;   a   certainty   she   doesn't   feel   about   most  aspects   of   new   york   at   this   exact   moment.   so   driven   by   an   instinct   for   survival   ,   cassie   forces   a   deep   inhale   and   trails   along   in   the   hero's   wake.  

❝   wait   !   i   don't   -   what   the   hell   is   going   on   ?   ❞

STARTER FOR @howaerds

of course kate was running down the streets of new york with the tracksuit guys chasing her. once again, she got roped in. seemed like a normal occurrence at this point. "sorry! excuse me!" she called out as she kept bumping everybody. as she kept running, she noticed one of the track suit guys caused a rather large statue to fall, and as instinct, she ran towards the blonde girl that was about to get crushed.

"watch out!" with that, she tackled the girl out of the way as the statue shattered everywhere. lifting her head, she looked up then at the blonde, "you good? you alright?" peeking behind her she pulled out her bow and arrow, "can you just duck for a second?"

waiting till the girl ducked, she shot at one of the track suit bros then looked back with a sheepish grin, "thanks! oh, pretty hair." fixing the blonde hair she heard

KATE BISHOP!

"gotta go!" then she ran again.