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[gctinhc]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 . 𓂅 @naovaleumraul

ele disse : " we're not that young anymore. "

" que bela maneira de lembrar que estou velho, Raulzito. " desdenhou do outro com um leve revirar de olhos, levando mais um shot da bebida aos lábios e a engolindo de uma vez só. " você pode apenas desistir da aposta em vez de ficar nessa de que não está mais na idade para beber. " provocou o outro homem com um sorriso malicioso nos lábios, antes de servir mais um pouco de bebida para si mesmo e para Raul. " e então, desiste? "

[bubblin-trouble]

Working on a video for the finale of Caly’s OB event HEHEHEHEHE

This event was kinda long but I had so much fun!! I hope everyone who participated did as well :)

[gctinhc]

" claro, eu sempre aproveito muito os eventos. " de várias maneiras ele poderia acrescentar, mas não estava com disposição para entrar em detalhes de sua vida naquele momento. Arqueou uma sobrancelha e abaixou os óculos apenas alguns centímetros, para encará-la sem as lentes. " além de ter uma sereia andando entre nós? " indagou com curiosidade, mas então voltou a se recostar e fechou os olhos por detrás das lentes. " não, não notei, desculpe, mas toda a confusão de magia tem tomado mais meu tempo do que você imagina. " a qualquer movimento estranho ou momento ele poderia se transformar um gato, então, ele não ficava cuidando muito das demais coisas. " uhn, quantos minutos exatamente? "

falando para ninguém em especial, não é como se a estrela esperasse de fato uma resposta. por isso, quando ouviu a voz do outro, desviou os olhos do papel para a nova companhia como quem ansiava por informações. "não é um problema, pelo menos estava conseguindo aproveitar o evento." apesar da preocupação, eva não hesitou em oferecer um sorriso apaziguador. se importava muito com o céu e com o que ele queria lhe dizer, principalmente agora que era humana, mas não esperava que todos prestassem atenção nele também. "e no mar? você notou alguma diferença? estou pensando em começar uma pesquisa de campo e você pode ser meu primeiro entrevistado, se quiser fazer parte disso. só preciso de alguns minutos."

[kisseobie]

SOUL TEXTS SOUL TEXTSSSSSS!!!!

(pretty pretty pretty please🙏🏼😔)

*make ‘em a lil freaky😼)

boyfriend soul texts

pairings: soul x reader

warnings: nsfw (mdni), angsty in one text thread

a/n: guys writing for soul is already hard but it’s even harder to write texts for him because i cannot imagine him not communicating in emoticons 😭 but for the more serious scenarios i couldn’t have him doing allat sooo i was scratching my head trying to figure out my characterization of him via text..

taglist: @woozixo @hearts4chanhee @kyokopi @astro-doll-the-star @soobiary @kyaaramello @t3ssamoodboard @angelcbf @idontknow-1s-world @vivienne-sim @elissasimp @imjustayapper @ihatewreckingballmains @sosaverse @seobing @www90kitsch @khfviq @barbiekh86t @bbyjjunie @taeyangi @fullsunstrawberry @jihnyah @intheemptymirror @watamotee33 @dreamer1299 @jixnnsie @wonootnoot @yukx-x047 @sundancearchives @chuuswifereal @seisyiss @fishsquishh @sunnyyangie @asianpenguin04

© kisseobie, please do not repost my writing!

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[answerringg]

mini thread of lando's perky nipples 😼

lando's legs and nipples are my favourite

[theofficalnarrator]

Hi I have a req!! Sophia x y/n but make it enemies to lovers ? Uhh u can choose the plot n everything else 😭 thank u hehehehe

OKAY so I tried. I really did :(. It's enemies to lovers and I hope I did a good job (pls tell me I did good or I'm going to start crying). ALSO, so sorry with how long this took! I had midterms and had to lock in 😼. Also, before any of you come for me, this is PURELY fictional. I'm not siding w anyone on the katseye doc matter, guys pls chill 😭. ---

Hater, Hater

Summary: A small argument between the leader and main dancer of Katseye during their trainee days spirals into something far deeper. Following a revealing documentary, Eyekons realize that the subtle fan service and brief exchanges between Sophia and Y/N mask a fierce rivalry. As their reputations crumble and tensions rise, the world watches to see if the two can reconcile their differences and salvage both their friendship and the group's future—or if their feud will tear them, and Katseye, apart..

Warning: Angsty, Fluffy at the end, hate comments, Y/N is an asshole, poor Sophia doesn't deserve any hate

---

The rivalry between Sophia and Y/N didn’t ignite until later in their training at Dream Academy. Among the sea of aspiring talents, friendly competition was a common thread, but for Sophia and Y/N, their relationship had always been more of a cautious camaraderie. They shared a mutual respect, but their interactions were limited—neither friend nor foe.

That was until the Manon roundtable discussion happened. As the girls sat around on the floor and as Manon talked about her experience, Sophia added on: "Well yeah, but last week the instructor had to call your name 4 times cause you were zoning out"

The comment hung in the air, prompting Y/N to blurt out, “Same thing happened with you yesterday.” The moment those words escaped her lips, she regretted them. A wave of fatigue and frustration had compelled her to respond, but her tone came off sharper than she intended—more confrontational than tired.

Y/N's gaze met Sophia's, and the intensity of the glare sent a jolt through her. There was no denying the fire in Sophia’s eyes, a mix of anger and disbelief. “Are you accusing me of something, Y/N?” she snapped, her brows furrowing as the playful banter evaporated into tension.

The heat of the lights and the oppressive atmosphere in the room weighed heavily on Y/N. She had barely slept the night before, her vocal struggles gnawing at her confidence, and the sight of Sophia’s effortless talent only deepened her envy. It was a perfect storm of emotions that pushed Y/N to abandon her usual restraint.

“No, I’m simply stating a fact. You of all people shouldn’t be berating Manon. Esp—”

Before Y/N could finish her thought, the instructor intervened, redirecting the conversation back to Manon. Y/N maintained her gaze on Sophia, who visibly flinched at the bite in her tone. The hurt flashed in Sophia’s eyes but vanished just as quickly, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake.

As the discussion wrapped up and the girls began to disperse, Y/N felt a sudden jolt as Sophia’s shoulder brushed against hers. The Filipino dancer didn’t pause or offer an apology; she simply stormed off, leaving Y/N standing there, grappling with the weight of their exchange and the uncharted territory of their once-friendly relationship.

---

As Mission 3 approached, a noticeable shift occurred within Sophia. It was as if a switch had flipped in her mind, igniting an insatiable drive for perfection. She spent countless hours in the practice rooms, often practicing late into the night, her dedication bordering on obsession. The other girls began to express their concern, whispering among themselves about Sophia's relentless pursuit of excellence.

Y/N, always the one to step in when needed, couldn’t ignore the growing worry for her friend. One evening, she found herself outside the dance studio, bracing herself to confront Sophia.

“Why are you here so late?” Y/N began, her voice laced with a mix of concern and frustration.

“Pack your bags, you're going to sleep,” she ordered, leaning against the door frame, trying to project an air of authority.

Sophia merely huffed in response, her glare piercing through the dance room mirror. She brushed a stray hair from her face, revealing the fatigue around her eyes. Y/N’s heart sank as she took in the sight: dark circles under Sophia's eyes, a pale complexion, and a sheen of sweat from the harsh artificial lights. Clad in a skin-tight black long sleeve and grey joggers, she looked both stunning and worn down.

A swirl of emotions tugged at Y/N—guilt, concern, and an undeniable attraction. But above all, worry consumed her.

“Soph, come on—”

“Don't fucking call me that!” Sophia snapped, her voice cutting through the air like a knife. Y/N was taken aback; this wasn’t the usual Sophia. The intensity of her words, so unlike the playful banter they once shared, struck a chord deep within Y/N.

“I need to perfect this. I’m going to win. I won’t let anyone beat me based solely on popularity. I’m winning on talent,” Sophia declared, her voice resolute yet tinged with desperation.

Y/N took a moment to respond, the weight of Sophia's words hanging heavily between them. “... Good,” she finally said, a smirk creeping onto her face. “You’re actually practicing instead of whining. Maybe you can finally get the choreo down instead of complaining—”

Before she could finish, Sophia stormed over, pushing Y/N against the door. The sudden closeness sent a jolt through Y/N, their faces mere centimeters apart. In that moment, Y/N realized just how much she enjoyed this fierce side of Sophia.

Sophia’s angry words flowed, but Y/N found herself lost in the intensity of the moment, hyperaware of the way Sophia's hands gripped her shoulders.

“Are you even listening, you bi—”

“You're really pretty when you're mad,” Y/N interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper.

The moment Sophia pulled away, Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a rush of confusion flooding her thoughts. The distance between them felt palpable, charged with unspoken words and emotions.

“Y/N, wait—” Sophia began, but before she could finish, Y/N had already swung the door open and stepped out into the hallway, leaving Sophia's words hanging in the air like a fragile thread about to snap.

Sophia rushed after her, but her heart sank as she halted in her tracks. The sight before her made her stomach twist: a camera crew stood in the hallway, their presence a stark reminder of the reality they were living in. How much had they overheard? Had they captured the vulnerable moment that had just unfolded between them? Panic gripped her as the questions raced through her mind.

Before Sophia could gather her thoughts or confront the crew, Y/N brushed past her, her expression a mixture of determination and hurt. The moment felt heavy, suffocating, as Sophia remained frozen in place, watching Y/N disappear down the corridor.

That night, Sophia refuses to speak during the confessional about Y/N.

---

For the next week, the tension between Sophia and Y/N hung in the air like a thick fog, suffocating and unyielding. The other girls sensed the shift, their usual flow disrupted by the unspoken rivalry that had erupted overnight.

After some back-and-forth, the plan was set in motion to get the two to talk. The girls decided on a trendy restaurant downtown, hoping that the lively setting would ease the tension and coax Sophia and Y/N into a conversation.

As they arrived at the restaurant, the group was seated at a long table, laughter and chatter filling the air. But Sophia and Y/N sat at opposite ends, the distance between them almost palpable. The other girls tried to keep the mood light, cracking jokes and sharing stories, but the tension lingered like a shadow.

As the dinner wrapped up, the girls decided to walk home together, the bustling streets of Seoul lit by the warm glow of streetlights. The air was crisp, and laughter echoed through the night as they strolled, but Y/N and Sophia hung back a little, the girls leaving them behind intentionally.

The group chatted animatedly ahead, but Y/N and Sophia fell into an awkward silence, the tension between them gradually increasing with each step. The camera crew was nowhere to be seen or simply forgotten in that moment. The sounds of the city surrounded them, but all Y/N could focus on was the presence of Sophia beside her. She stole glances at the girl, who walked with a slight bounce in her step, her earlier intensity fading into something softer.

“Are you really going to ignore me the entire way home?” Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice tinged with frustration.

Sophia’s gaze flickered briefly to Y/N before returning to the path ahead. “What do you want me to say?” she replied, her tone clipped.

“Maybe you could start with ‘I’m sorry’ for pushing me against the door,” Y/N shot back, her irritation bubbling to the surface. “Or how about acknowledging that we’ve both been acting like idiots?”

Sophia stopped abruptly, turning to face Y/N, her expression a mix of anger and hurt. “You think I wanted that to happen? You think I wanted to feel… whatever that was?” Her voice trembled slightly, betraying the strength she tried to project.

Y/N felt her heart clench at Sophia's admission. “No, I don’t think you wanted it. But it happened, and now we’re stuck in this weird place. I don’t want to fight with you, Sophia. I don’t want to feel like this.”

Sophia scoffed and snapped back, “You don't have to do this because the girls are pushing us to. I know you hate me.”

Y/N stepped closer, her heart racing at the shift in the atmosphere, her eyes filled with confusion as the two crossed the street. “... hate you? Soph, I never hated you.” The Filipino stopped, turning to make their eyes meet.

Sophia’s eyes softened, and for a moment, it felt like the tension that had been suffocating them began to lift.

HONK! The two girls jumped, realizing that they were blocking traffic and quickly ran to the other side of the street. Once they made it over, a silence passed between them—this time, much more comfortable. The words were unspoken as they caught up with the others, but it was there. The understanding that this whole ordeal was nothing but useless. They had better things to worry about.

---

The final couple of months went by, the two contestants somewhat at ease. The were used to their familiar limbo from prior in their trainee days. The underlying tension and awkwardness was still there. It wasn't uncommon for Y/N to feel Sophia's eyes glaring in jealously during dance practice or Sophia to feel Y/N's during vocal tests. Some of the looks were different, more.... alluring. Like the time Y/N was practicing in a crop top and caught a certain Filipino's eyes glued to her waist and abs. Or the time Sophia decided to sing at a local open mic at some random cafe with the other girls and caught a certain dancer watching her starstruck and open-mouthed.

The first time they actually had a conversation was after the final announcement ceremony. The two were backstage, alone sitting side by side. The other had gone god knows where and with who, leaving the two to awkwardly scroll on their phones to avoid any confrontation. Sophia, the less used to silence finally sighed, locking her phone and placing it down on the empty chair next to her where congratulation bouquet was sitting. Y/N felt the Filipino's eyes bore into the side of her head, but Y/N ignored her, acting as if the article about jellyfish mating was far more interesting.

"I'm sorry,", Y/N's head whipped to meet the side of Sophia's whose eyes were downturned.

"...for?"

Sophia huffed slightly as she pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Don't make me say it.... you know exactly what. I'm sorry." A beat of silence passed over them and Sophia thought that the other girl hadn't accepted her apology until she spoke up.

"I'm sorry, too." Sophia turned her head as she heard the soft-spoken girl's voice go even lower in volume. Eyes avoided one another, but heads nodded in acknowledgement.

"We cool?" Sophia asks.

"... yep, cool."

"Cool."

"...Cool."

Sophia went back onto her phone after the conversation ended, this time with relief and the edges of her lips upturned. Y/N went back to her article, the tips of her ears tinged pink, nothing about jellyfish mating going through her skull.

---

The next passing months caused the two to create somewhat of a limbo. They talked and conversed like they did in their early trainee days, the awkwardness slowly passing over. The Kats seemed relived as they saw their two friends actually see eye to eye.

Eyekons didn't. There was quite a lot of speculation of the few interactions the two had in public. However most chalked it up to one thing: the two were surrounded by 19 other girls, it is inevitable that one relationship out of Katseye was a bit weaker as they hadn't interacted during Dream Academy.

That was until the documentary dropped.

y/nlover3000: That Filipino had some audacity for bumping shoulders like it was Y/N's fault. Y/N was the most right! sophiaenthusiast: Siding with Manon of all people? Those two weren't even close!! Y/N clearly didn't like Sophia and she never deserved the #1 spot ynsleftpinkytoe: no wonder Y/N doesn't interact with Sophia, I wouldn't either if she was being a bitch to me for a year.

And those were just the nicer comments. These comments flooded the official Katseye's socials over new and old comments. While Y/N, who didn't participate in many TikTok's and Reels wasn't the most affected, Sophia could see the hit immediately. She'll never forget the way that her heart dropped seeing the first comment on her new TikTok being a comment about how she didn't deserve to be in the group for being a bully.

Was she? She asked herself. All the girls had talked it out afterwards, unraveling their stories and eventually seeing eye to eye, even apologizing when needed. The two saw eye to eye, but clearly both had underestimated the impact of the documentary and the public's opinion on it.

That's why the two sat in front of a table with Geffen and Hybe management. The topic of discussion? The two's relationship in the public eye.

"People think you two hate each other," Missy, one of the Geffen staff spoke.

"We don'-"

"I know you don't Sophia," Missy interrupted the Filipino ," However, the public doesn't. They've jumped to conclusions and already formulated opinions. Lara and Manon have worked it out in their own unique way. You should too."

Son, a Hybe staff member, spoke up ," You both have a mandatory vlog-style video together due by the end of the month." He put up his hand to stop either from speaking ," I don't care what you say. Megan and Yoonchae barely interacted, and after their video, people have started calling them Katseye's power duo. Such video can reduce stress."

The next 30 minutes of droning is over the same topic. Y/N zones out after 5 minutes, more interested in counting how many dots were on the new intern's tie. .... 34, 35, 36-

"That's all for tod-" Y/N was already on her feet, nodding politely at the staff and walking out. Son sighs and turns to Sophia. "... please, figure this out..."

---

As Y/N stepped out of the conference room, the weight of the discussion hung heavily in the air. She leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath as she tried to process everything that had just been said.

Meanwhile, Sophia remained seated, her fingers tapping anxiously against the table. She could feel the pressure mounting, not only from the management but also from the public’s scrutiny. The comments had stung, and she was acutely aware of how her actions had been perceived.

After a moment, Sophia exited the room, catching up with Y/N in the hallway. The two stood in silence for a moment, the tension palpable. Y/N finally broke the silence, her voice low. “So, a mandatory vlog, huh?”

“Yeah,” Sophia replied, crossing her arms defensively. “Great idea, right? Just what we need.”

Y/N let out a humorless laugh. “I mean, it’s not like we’ve been in the best place to film something like that.”

Sophia turned to face her, frustration bubbling to the surface. “You think I’m the problem? You think I want this to be awkward?”

“No, I don’t think you’re the problem,” Y/N replied, her tone defensive. “But we both know that things have been tense between us. We need to figure it out before we go on camera.”

---

Later that evening, they met at a cozy café, the atmosphere warm and inviting. The café buzzed with the sounds of laughter and chatter, creating a comforting backdrop for their conversation.

“So, what do we want to say in this vlog?” Y/N asked, pulling out her phone to take notes. “We should probably address the rivalry head-on.”

Sophia nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Yeah, but we should also highlight how we’ve grown from it. I don’t want to come off as defensive. I want to show that we can move past this.”

“Right,” Y/N agreed. “And maybe we can share some funny moments from our training days. Show the fans that we’re not just competitors but also friends.”

Sophia’s eyes sparkled with mischief. “Like during vocal evaluation, when you burped into the mic”

Y/N looked up, her eyes glaring, but not ass sharp as before. She responded with her own snark, " No, more like that time you tripped during the group performance and fell into my arms?” As Sophia's huffs, her cheeks tinging pink, Y/N leans closer. "Wait... Does that mean you fell for me, Laforteza?"

Sophia huffed as she turned her eyes down to Y/N phone looking at the ideas for the vlog. "We should go somewhere l-like here. A cafe. Maybe the aquarium."

As Sophia listed off places for their rendezvous, Y/N smiles softly, listening to the cool melody of the Filipino's voice.

---

The vlog was had done numbers. More than the documentary, earning more recognition. All that recognition was mainly positive. It seemed to shed light that the two weren't just closed off rivals, but actually two friends who just interacted differently. The two's adventure to the aquarium (alongside matching instagram posts), cafe trip, and bookstore visit were all highlighted in the vlog:

ynsoph12: Sophia getting Y/N a book that she was eyeing at the bookstore? Oh my god, my Y/NSun heart!!!

ynsmalewife: Y/N refusing to let Sophia pay and carrying all their bags was so cute! Literally wifey material

manonlover: Lmao they weren't friends all along guys, they were secretly dating #YNSun

---

That hashtag was trending among Eyekon social media. The vlog was supposed to make the girls look like friends, but quickly swerved into romantic lovers territory. The managers simply shrugged at the girls saying "you guys are popular. What more do we need".

Clearly their rivalry was okay... right?

ynsupremacy: Hybe and Geffen trying so hard to make Y/N and ****** seem all coupley. Y/N clearly didn't want to be there ynf0rever: Sophia making fun of Y/N for her vocals is so mean. Idk what you guys mean when you say their friends, LET ALONE a couple. I would dump her if that was true. sophsun24: Sophia was clearly uncomfortable w Y/N flirting w her #getridofher

Okay... maybe not. There were still plenty that hated one of the two. It was taking a toll on the Filipino. She rarely went to sleep in the past couple of days, busy scrolling through twitter and reading about herself.

"Soph?" In the dead of night, Sophia hears her door open, a familiar voice echoing through the chamber. Another beat of silence gets interrupted by a sniffle from Sophia. "Oh... Sophia.."

The words call a damn to break as she feels the ex-rival come up and hug her in bed. She wraps her arms around Y/N, sobbing. It's all so sudden and normally the Filipino would rather shit into her hands and clap than ever show weakness if front of the main dancer. But right now? The two are the same person, struggling with the same issue.

The two stay in that position for some time. Thank god Yoonchae had decided to have a sleepover in Megan and Lara's room.

As the last remnants of tears dried on Sophia's cheeks, the room felt lighter, filled with an unspoken understanding. Y/N sat beside her, their shoulders brushing, a comforting presence that made the heaviness of the moment dissipate.

“Hey,” Y/N said softly , “...I’m here for you. We all are.”

Sophia rests her head on Y/N's shoulder, her eyes glistening with a mix of vulnerability and gratitude. “I just felt so overwhelmed.”

Y/N nodded, understanding the weight of those emotions. “It’s okay to feel that way. We all have our moments.”

As they sat in silence, the atmosphere shifted. The tension that had once filled the room began to transform into something softer, more intimate. Y/N reached out, gently taking Sophia's hand in hers, their fingers intertwining naturally. “You're a good leader, you know?” Y/N said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sophia smiled faintly, the warmth of Y/N’s words wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. “I don’t always feel strong, but having you here makes it easier.” The air between them thickened with unspoken feelings, and Y/N could feel her heart racing. She glanced at Sophia, who was looking back at her with an intensity that made her breath hitch.

“Y/N,” Sophia said, her voice trembling slightly, “I��� I don’t want to lose you again.”

Y/N’s heart swelled at the confession. “You won’t. I promise.”

Sophia couldn't hold it back any longer. She leaned in, capturing Y/N's lips with her own in a soft, tentative kiss. For a fleeting moment, the world around them faded away, and the chaos of their lives melted into a serene stillness. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was the warmth of Y/N against her.

But as the kiss lingered, a wave of uncertainty washed over Sophia. She became acutely aware of Y/N's stillness, the way she hadn’t responded in kind. Panic surged through her, and with a sudden urgency, she pulled away, her heart racing as her fears began to materialize

"I'm sorry, I-"

"Just shut up, Laforteza." With that, Y/N closed the distance once again, their lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. It was a gentle exploration, filled with the sweetness of their shared history and the promise of new beginnings.

As they kissed, the weight of their past struggles melted away, leaving only the warmth of their connection. Sophia’s hands found their way to Y/N’s face, cradling her gently as the kiss deepened.

When they finally pulled away, both girls were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other. Y/N’s heart raced, a mix of exhilaration and disbelief coursing through her.

“Sophia…” Y/N started, her voice shaky with emotion.

“Shh,” Sophia whispered, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Let’s just stay like this for a moment.”

In that quiet space, they both knew that their relationship had transformed into something deeper, something worth cherishing.

They weren't enemies. They were kinda friends. They were most defiantly into one another.

--- THE END ---

Hey.... sorry for how late it took, I was too busy w Comp Sci and writing a research paper. Sometimes I feel like we often forget that the people online are also people outside of their profiles. Like SophiasLeftEyebrow02 is a lawyer and ManonsArmpit just moved into her first apartment in NY. Anyways, hope you enjoyed... :) ALSO!!! Who should I do next???

[gctinhc]

" ou você pode ter vários amores, como eu, majestade. " comentou com um sorriso ladino nos lábios, após ouvir o que ela tinha falado sobre amor verdadeiro. porém, a verdade era muito mais profunda, Bartholomew só teve um amor e ainda se lembrava do nome dela: Kitty, mas ela não tinha ido com ele para a terra dos perdidos e ele sentia seu coração dilacerado sempre que uma recordação dela surgia em sua mente, era por isso que ele envolvia-se com diversas mulheres, sem criar afeto verdadeiro com nenhuma. " mas eu compreendo seu ponto, podemos ter vários tipos de amor, mas não acha que as histórias favorecem a imaginação do amor romântico? "

❄ ㅤstarter livre e sem qualquer limite!

ㅤ⸻ O amor verdadeiro é hipotético. Nem sempre é entre um homem e uma mulher. Ou entre dois homens. Ou entre duas mulheres. Duas pessoas desconhecidas que eventualmente se apaixonam. — Minutos antes, ela estava sentada, apenas admirando a paisagem, desviando os olhos ocasionalmente para o pequeno livro de bolso que repousava em suas mãos, embalada pelo som da água que caía no chafariz. Não era comum vê-la por ali naquele horário, mas com o clima agradável, um pouco de ar fresco não parecia uma má ideia para a Rainha do Gelo. Ao notar a presença repentina de muse ao seu lado, evitou buscar contato visual. Criar laços com outras pessoas sempre fora um de seus maiores desafios. O isolamento lhe servira bem por muito tempo. Mas, com as mudanças ao seu redor, sentiu a necessidade de transformar algo em sua própria vida também. Elsa, no entanto, fazia isso em seu próprio ritmo, devagar, sem pressa. Sem se preocupar em descobrir a identidade de sua nova companhia, ela continuou a divagar, lembrando-se de algo que havia ouvido antes, de outra pessoa. ⸻ O amor verdadeiro também acontece em família, como entre irmãs. Ou entre amigos. Platônico, puro, leal. Não há comprovação de que o amor verdadeiro seja exclusivo de um único tipo de relação. Não funciona assim.

[sleepingdiaryzzz]

hold on,hold on,Yandere!Conner Kent x reader🙏🏻

(sorry for bothering😭)

U ain't a bother and if anybody tells you that u do, then, they gonna face my pinky, my thumb and my fist they gonna run. 😼🐺🧏🏽‍♀️ nobody messes with my first ever anon 😠👊

Anyways

The night has fallen quietly over Metropolis, the cityscape softened under a blanket of stars. The world feels smaller somehow, contained within the walls of your apartment where Connor sits, angled slightly toward you, his gaze unwavering yet serene. He has that brooding, intense look—a mix of steel and tenderness—that you’ve come to recognize as uniquely his. It’s as though he’s carrying a burden, one he won’t let you see, and yet you feel its weight as if he’s drawn you into his orbit without permission.

“Connor,” you say softly, trying to break the quiet, “you’ve been… around a lot more lately.”

His eyes flicker, something shadowy dancing behind them, a vulnerability he usually keeps hidden. He doesn’t answer right away, just lets his gaze travel over your features as if memorizing every detail. The room feels charged, the air between you like the fine thread of a spider’s web—delicate and unbreakable all at once.

Finally, he speaks, his voice hushed but firm. “I just want to make sure you’re safe. Is that so wrong?”

There’s a faint, haunting cadence in his words, something raw and possessive yet laced with an almost tragic reverence. You feel the intensity radiating off him, a barely restrained storm beneath his calm exterior.

“Nothing could happen to you,” he continues, almost to himself. “Not on my watch. I’d make sure of that.”

You’ve always known Connor’s protectiveness runs deep, but tonight, it feels like there’s something else lurking beneath the surface. An edge, a quiet desperation that clings to the room, thick as fog.

“Connor…” you say his name with a gentle tone, hoping it might pull him out of whatever dark place he’s retreating into. He’s so close now, leaning forward, his hand reaching out as if compelled by some invisible force. When his fingers graze your cheek, his touch is featherlight, as though he fears you’ll vanish.

“If I could keep you here,” he whispers, his tone taking on a dreamy, almost poetic quality, “locked away from the world… I would. Not because I want to take anything from you, but because I… I couldn’t bear it if anything happened to you.”

It’s a confession wrapped in longing, and you see the truth of it in his eyes, where constellations seem to burn just for you. There’s something about his gaze that feels eternal, as if the universe itself has handed him the task of guarding you.

“You mean a lot to me,” he says finally, each word slow and deliberate, as though he’s trying to etch them into your soul. “More than you know.”

In that moment, his love feels like an uncharted ocean—beautiful and terrifying, with depths you’re not sure you’re ready to explore. But his sincerity anchors you, and, despite the intensity of his words, you can’t help feeling safe, cocooned in the quiet power of his devotion.

(A/n: is it just me or do you guys also feel suspicious of how I could post every day despite saying I'm too lazy to do so... Maybe my laziness hasn't kicked in yet which is weird and scary considering I'm writing dis rn in front of my 10 homework activities, and yes I am doing it last minute but so what...? I'm too lazy to do all of em and rn I'm don't know what I am talking about... I love yapping but I'm a introvert does it make me a extrovert when i talk too much but not as loud? Guys I'm turning crazy, I need someone to talk to and all my best friends are busy idk why they've been busy since last week....my gf is not replying for like 20 minutes now...im going crazy. Also sorry for spamming the Batfamily tag even though it's not the content I posted, I just feel like it's more famous than the others and also idk how to tag... Though mainly because I'm scared of being a flop hehe...)

[gctinhc]

𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 . 𓂅 @hvdcss

ela disse : " chase. sender chases receiver through the woods. "

Haviam alguns hábitos que o gato não perdia mesmo tendo voltado a ser humano e depois novamente um gato. Um deles era o fato de que como um animal, o Gato sentia alguns impulsos selvagens que não conseguia controlar, sendo um deles, o impulso de perseguir borboletas ou pequenos insetos. E era exatamente por culpa desse impulso que ele se encontrava no meio do floresta agora, pronto para dar o bote em uma borboleta que ele tinha encontrado no meio da cidade, mas que ele havia perseguido até ali na maior boa vontade, esperando um momento para que ele pudesse pular e capturá-la. Estava pronto para fazer isso quando ouviu sons de botas e a borboleta acabou voou de novo, fazendo com que ele retomasse a perseguição, mas seus ouvidos não o enganavam, pois os passos voltaram a se aproximar dele. " quem está aí? eu acho bom que fique claro que estou armado e sou perigoso. " ameaçou.

[vampireimiko]

love ur lap - mini fic

note, little multiple people fic again, i lowkey forgot what it's called.. multifandom?? anyway this is something rlly short, cute, and with a relaxing tone 🫶🏾

imagine after a long day of work or activities, all they wanna do is lay across your lap while you both watch something on tv. without a word, they make their way to you, their movements slow, like they’ve been waiting for this moment all day.

the moment their cheek touches your thigh, they're out. the warmth of your thigh is enough to make them relax immediately. it’s instinctive, the way your hand reaches, gently threading through soft strands, your fingertips grazing their scalp in a way that makes them hum softly. 

at this point, the tv is background noise as you tend to them, running your soft fingers through their hair soothingly, and occasionally caressing their cheek. it felt good knowing that something so simple yet domestic like this could be enjoyed. 

you leaned back into the cushions, letting the warmth of the moment envelop you. your other hand settled on their shoulder, your thumb tracing lazy patterns against their skin. their soft breathing, creating a lullaby of sorts, one that made you feel like time had slowed just for the two of you.

you hear them mutter a simple "thank you" before the both of you eventually drift off to sleep.

aki hayakawa, baizhu, battinson, carl grimes, chris redfield, cloud strife, dick grayson, eddie brock, jordan li, mark grayson, naruto uzumaki, neuvillette, peter parker, rick grimes, shoto todoroki, sofia gigante, touya todoroki, victor aguilar, wally west, yuji itadori, zuko + whoever else you think of :3

additional note ! send requests 😼 im ACTUALLY consistent now and not dodging requests 🧙🏾‍♀️

𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧

[gctinhc]

Seu interesse pelo filme que estava passando era quase nulo, inclusive já tinha dado algumas piscadas severas, quase caindo no sono, quando um machado passou voando duas cadeiras de distância, o sobressaltando. Não conseguia acreditar que eles estavam sob ataque na sala de cinema e no meio da vila dos perdidos, quem era corajoso o bastante pra fazer isso? Infelizmente ele tinha deixado suas espadas em casa e agora via que deveria avançar e tentar impedir o meliante com os próprios punhos. Tinha saltado do local onde estava e corrido para achar o sujeito quando chocou-se com a garota, ouvindo o que ela tinha a falar e sem compreender por inteiro. " espera, você trouxe ele para cá? " indagou indignado, ela tinha conseguido colocar todo mundo em perigo por um descontrole de seus poderes. " o mande de volta! ele pode acabar machucando as pessoas. "

open starter ☆

location: o grandioso cinema mágico.

ultimamente, as pessoas falavam muito sobre o grandioso cinema mágico; havia se tornado um grande bafafá. sophie sabia o que era um cinema, mas nunca havia de fato pisado em um. o que lhe chamou a atenção não foram nem exatamente os filmes, mas sim o delicioso cheiro de caramelo derretido do local. escolheu um filme aleatoriamente, "o iluminado" parecia ter um título interessante, então por que não? ao entrar, ela se acomodou na poltrona macia e ficou fascinada pela tela gigante e pelo som que parecia vir de todos os lados. tudo parecia tranquilo… até que não estava mais. conforme o filme avançava, sophie começou a perceber que algo estava errado. não era bem o tipo de coisa-iluminada que ela conhecia. as coisas começaram a ficar assustadoras, e antes que percebesse, já estava com os olhos arregalados, segurando o balde de pipoca como se fosse um escudo. e então veio a cena do corredor, com aquele homem estranho e o machado. sophie ainda estava descobrindo como suas habilidades mágicas funcionavam, o que muitas vezes a fazia usá-las involuntariamente. e foi assim que, desejando tanto que o homem na tela fosse embora, acabou jogando-o direto para a sala ao lado. desesperada, correu atrás, empurrando a porta da sessão vizinha, onde MUSE estava assistindo "sociedade dos poetas mortos" tranquilamente, até um machado voador aparecer de repente. "eu juro que não era pra isso acontecer!" sophie arfou. "eu só tentei… sabe, proteger as pessoas do filme? é que… bem, nunca tinha visto nada assim antes. você viu onde aquele cara foi parar? não acho que seria legal se ele do nada aparecesse em branca de neve..." falou tudo rapidamente, olhando ao redor, claramente arrependida. o cinema sempre era assim? ou ela tinha um talento especial para o caos?

[melluvsuu]

“ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 . ”

character : dazai osamu

context : you’re an agent going undercover, you encounter port mafia executive dazai. he finds you interesting. yeah..

authors note : you should listen to the diner by Billie ellish to get the vibe to it.

warning : stalker briefly mentioned, stalker!dazai, can be interpreted romantically or whatever, shout out to my bbg @riiwrites 😼☝🏽, murder and blood mentioned too, gender not mentioned, literally we rock with they/them 💋‼️.. uhm I think that’s all gays yeah..

,, 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐓. 𝜚

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒, the last remnants of daylight clinging stubbornly to the horizon. It was a view [name] had come to appreciate, standing on the balcony of the modest clinic where [name] built their cover. As a doctor specialising in human behaviour, their role was simple enough—listen, observe, and blend in. Standing there in viewing the people going about their days, [name] ran their fingers along the balcony’s iron railing, feeling the coolness of the metal beneath their skin. In this quiet neighbourhood, [name] was simply known as Dr. [name]—a doctor who listened to the woes of the weary, a person who could help people understand the storms in their minds. In some ways, [name] had taken to the role more naturally than they expected. It wasn’t far from what I had trained for, after all. But beneath that calm exterior, my real purpose was far more pressing.

The wind picked up slightly, rustling the papers on my desk inside the small office. I stepped back inside, closing the door behind me as I glanced at the scattered reports and profiles I’d been reviewing. Every interaction I had here was a potential lead—every patient, every conversation was a thread that might lead me to the missing documents. I was hunting for the whispers in the crowd, the signs that something was about to crack.

I sat down and opened one of the files again. A name stared back at me—Takeda Masaru, a local journalist with a reputation for being nosey. He had been in to see me twice, under the guise of seeking help for stress and insomnia. But I knew better. Knocking me out of my train of thought, my smartwatch started vibrating. It was morse code.

‘GOOD EVENING AGENT [NAME], IT'S NICE TO YOU ALIVE AND WELL.WE HAVE NEW INTEL. THERE'S BEEN SIGHTING AT THE LOADING. THE DOCUMENTS SHOULD BE THERE. IT SHOULD BE A DARK RED CARGO BOX WITH THE NAME ‘MELLUVS ART AND WRITING SUPPLIES’ . QUICKLY GET THERE BEFORE ANYBODY INTERVENES. BEST OF LUCK TO YOU.’

I quickly changed my clothing still keeping my pants and shoes and swapping my glasses with sunglasses, my shirt with a business shirt. Taking my coat off the rack I jumped off of the railing onto the pavement. The cold air hitting my face, I felt that familiar rush of adrenaline. The peaceful exterior I’d adopted as a doctor was peeling away, revealing the true purpose behind the mask.

I arrived at the loading dock slipping past guards. While remaining on my toes, looking around, finding the maroon cargo box, picking the lock, catching it before it could fall can make noise. Opening the door and sorting through papers. I found the papers of the document, putting the papers in my doctors folder, I turned to step out just to be greeted with…

"Are you lost?" a voice rang out behind them.

“I’m sorry?” You turned towards the stranger with a simple smile.

“I said, are you lost? Dr. [name].” He repeated.

Standing in the shadow of a weathered chimney was a young man, barely older than them, with an unsettlingly casual grin. His black hair fell messily over his eyes, his posture loose and unthreatening, but I knew better than to trust appearances. There was something sharp beneath that smile.

“Ah. No I’m not..”

"Dazai Osamu," the man introduced himself, stepping closer without a care in the world. "What a coincidence, meeting you here."

"Coincidence?" [name]’s voice was flat, unamused. "I don’t believe in coincidences."

Dazai’s grin widened. "Smart. I don’t either."

This wasn’t good. My mission had suddenly become complicated—this was Dazai, a notorious figure in the Port Mafia, rumoured to be both brilliant and dangerous. Getting caught up with him was exactly what their agency warned them about. But retreating now would be even worse. They couldn't afford to show any weakness.

"You’re in my way," I stated plainly, their eyes locked onto him. Dazai’s expression flickered briefly with interest.

"Am I?" he mused, not moving an inch. Instead, his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "I wonder what someone like you is doing up here. You don’t seem like the usual riffraff the mafia deals with. You're different."

I said nothing. They were trained to maintain a poker face, but they could feel Dazai’s gaze piercing through them, searching for cracks.

After a tense silence, I decided it was better to end this encounter quickly. "I have no business with you. Walk away."

Dazai’s grin softened into something almost playful. "I could say the same. But I don’t feel like walking away just yet. You intrigue me."

Before you could respond, a shout echoed from the alley below—footsteps, too many of them. The mission wasn’t over yet. With a sharp glance at Dazai, [name] moved quickly, shoving him out the way with the documents I hand, disappearing into the shadows of the cargo port.

𓎢𓎟𓎟𓎟 . ♡ . 𓎟𓎟𓎟𓎢

The mission was complete, the documents recovered, and the city’s fragile calm preserved. Days passed, and YN pushed the encounter with Dazai to the back of their mind. They believed they had left him behind in that port, a fleeting figure from a fleeting night.

But they were wrong.

It began with small sightings—first at a diner near one of their agency’s hideouts, a quaint place where [name] often went to clear their mind. They walked in for a quiet moment, only to find Dazai, seated by the window, sipping his coffee as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His eyes met theirs, and that familiar grin spread across his face.

The next time, it was at their ‘job’. [name] worked as a hired security operative for a private military company, and the sight of Dazai loitering near the building was more than unsettling. He didn’t approach them, but his presence was a constant reminder that he was watching.

The evening air felt heavy as [name] returned home from a long shift, exhaustion pulling at their every step. They hadn’t noticed the lingering presence outside, the demon in the shadows, waiting. The lock clicked into place behind them as they shut the door, and for a moment, they stood still, listening. No footsteps followed. The silence was almost comforting.

They kicked off their shoes, fingers absently unbuttoning their dress shirt, craving nothing more than the solace of the couch. As they sank into it, something caught their eye—an envelope, placed conspicuously on the coffee table. A surge of unease rippled through their tired mind, heart beginning to race as they reached for the envelope, fingers brushing the edge of the paper with caution. Slowly, they opened it, their eyes scanning the contents.

‘THIS IS A REALLY NICE PLACE YOU’VE GOT HERE! MIND IF I MOVE IN? I HOPE YOU’RE READING THIS SILLY NOTE! I MIGHT’VE STOLEN SOME DOCUMENTS AND IMPORTANT FILES FROM YOUR OFFICE, SORRY, AGENT [NAME]~!’

A low groan of frustration escaped their lips as they crumpled the note and tossed it into the garbage. [name] rubbed their temples, too drained to deal with the antics of a certain mafioso tonight. Just as they tried to let the tension slip away, they caught sight of something—someone—standing on the balcony.

Their heart skipped a beat, and instinctively, they reached for their gun, gripping it tightly as they cautiously approached the window. They slid it open with precision, never taking their eyes off the figure leaning against the railing. "You’re persistent," [name] said, gun ready but posture steady.

The man on the balcony didn’t seem fazed by the weapon. Dazai Osamu smiled as if this were all part of a game. "And you’re elusive," he countered, voice light and carefree. But there was something beneath that tone, something deeper, lurking behind the casual amusement in his gaze. "I like people who don’t give themselves away so easily."

[name] sighed, lowering the gun but keeping it in hand. Arms crossed, they met his eyes with thinly veiled exasperation. "What do you want, Dazai?"

He tilted his head slightly, as though considering the question, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I’ve been trying to figure that out. You’re… interesting. And I’m rarely interested in anyone."

"Flattering," [name] muttered, voice laced with sarcasm as their patience wore thin. "But I’ve got work to do."

Dazai’s expression shifted, his grin softening, but his presence growing more intense as he stepped closer. "I know," he said quietly. "That’s what makes this so fun. You, with your little secrets and dangerous missions… I can’t help but want to unravel it all."

"You can’t follow me forever," [name] warned, voice quieter now, each word a warning laced with resolve.

Dazai’s smile softened further, almost genuine. "Maybe not," he agreed, his voice low, "but I can follow you for a little while longer.”

“Get the hell out of my apartment,” [name] snapped, their voice sharp as they levelled the gun at Dazai. The cold metal clicked audibly as they cocked it, a clear threat in the air. They pointed toward the door, eyes hard and unyielding. “Do it now, or I'll shoot you.”

Dazai’s grin didn’t falter. If anything, it widened, his eyes gleaming with that same unsettling amusement, as if the threat didn’t faze him in the slightest. He raised his hands in mock surrender, but his body remained relaxed, nonchalant, as though he were in complete control of the situation.

“Shoot me?” he mused, voice light but laced with something darker. “Now, now, Agent [name] that seems a bit extreme, doesn’t it?”

“You think I’m joking?” [name] growled, finger hovering dangerously over the trigger.

Dazai took a step closer, completely unbothered by the barrel pointed at him. His voice dropped to a near whisper, his eyes locking with theirs. “No, I don’t. That’s what makes this so exciting.”

There was a tension in the room now, thick and palpable. [name] held their ground, but Dazai’s calmness, his lack of fear—it was disarming. He was playing a game they weren’t sure they could win.

“Get out.” [name] demanded, not lowering the gun but sensing this encounter was only going to spiral deeper.

Dazai’s smile softened just a touch, his tone almost genuine. “Nope~!”

“You’re testing my patience,” [name] warned, heart pounding but steady, still aiming squarely at his chest.

“Good,” Dazai murmured, stepping back toward the balcony door. “I like it when people have limits. It gives me something to push.”

With a final glance, he gave them a playful wink. “Until next time, Agent.” Then, as quickly and casually as he had appeared, Dazai slipped out, leaving the tension in the room behind him like a lingering shadow.

[name] stood still, their gun still raised, breaths coming in heavy. The sense of danger hadn’t left—it was only a matter of time before he returned.

additional author notes : ending kinda sucked ass again smh..

word count: 1k

reposts are welcome but do not steal my work!

[micahenjoyspepsi]

We should redo this trend anyway, I drew my man. My personal headcanons are he has a crooked nose, yellow teeth and a more dull pallet also his skin is darker, if I was better at drawing crooked teeth he would also have crooked teeth anyway the amount of headcanons I have of him is long so maybe I’ll make thread.😼

[sephirothsplaything]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨- The Acolyte

A Star Wars Fanfic

In which a Jedi faces her dark side

OR

In which Rune finally figures out what she is missing

PARINGS: BLACK OC/QIMIR,SLIGHT YORD,OSHA/JECKI

....

"What do you want then?"

"The power of two."

𝐀𝐍𝐀-𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐘𝐀

or

The Darling Moon of Brendok 

The Galaxies' Abomination

❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓❝ 

❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍,𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐆𝐎❝ 

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑/𝐐𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐑

or

A Sith

The Master

❝ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅  𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐇,

𝐖𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑.❝

[I will repost once the chapters go up! If anyone wants to be tagged lemme know😼]

VOLUME ONE

  𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐏!

   You sweet starry maiden

.......

000./prologue/ the thread/ 001./ the moons/

002./ the stranger/

003./ the ascension/

004./the longing/

005./the journey/

006./the jedi/

[pupyuj]

i NEED domestic yujin, just pure floof :(((

hehe 😼 my first post after a while and it's sfw?? something shifted...

everybody that sees you two always gets so jealous bcs you are both such eye candies and you're so sweet to each other?? just pure couple goals 🥺 yujin is of course the type to always be touching you—arm around your shoulder or waist, holding your hand ofc, and she always melts under your touch 🥺 like she just can't help but lean into you when you gently put your hand on her back or on her arm whenever you're talking to someone :(( she feels so warm knowing that even though your full attention isn't on her at the moment, you're still thinking about her!!

this is probably self-indulgent cuz yujin's my baby daddy but she does that boyfriend thing where she offers to carry all of your shopping bags for you while you waltz around and treat yourself to a well-earned session of money-splurging 😭 literally watching you with a loving smile every time you try on an outfit, tells you to not worry about the price if you happen to come across a particularly expensive piece of clothing bcs she'll buy it for you 🥺🥺 makes sure to save a surprise at the end of your shopping spree where she suddenly pulls out a small box with the prettiest piece of jewelry you've ever seen?!?! 😩💕 also looks at you with a shy smile AS IF SHE AIN'T BEEN DOING THIS FOR YEARS and is always so nervous as to whether you'll like it or not??? BUT SHE COULD LITERALLY GIVE YOU THE SHITTIEST NECKLACE OR SOMETHING AND YOU'D STILL WEAR IT PROUDLY.

(not that yujin will ever want to give you something that was less than perfect. only the best for her baby! 😤)

yujin loves dating silly little strolls in a park! 🥺 she'd drive you both to one of the prettiest and biggest parks in the city and just take your hand and go for a relaxing walk! she's so in love with you :(( she'd just stare at you while you tell her about a few funny things that happened throughout the week so far,, smiles so brightly when you laugh, she just loves your voice so much she could listen to you talk about anything forever ���� she'll sit the two of you down by a tree and cuddle up to you, sometimes kissing you and laughing at the way you would blush and look away,, and she's just a sucker for the way you would absentmindedly play with her hands while you're sitting there 💕 and best believe she'll capture every moment of you during your time there! her gallery is literally just you and it's so sweet ☹️☹️

yujin definitely waits up for you if you happen to get held up at work, even if you come home after midnight :(( you'd find her sitting up on the bed with a book on her lap wearing her stupid nerdy glasses, barely awake and so tired 💔 you pepper her face with kisses and she would only pout and blink sleepily at you, the cutieeeee 🥺 she'd whine and pretend to be upset that you're home way too late but really, all that 'anger' is towards your boss for always giving you so much work 😣😣 and omg even when she's tired from staying up, she will NAWT leave you alone 😭 she's forcing herself out of bed and tailing you very closely while you make and sip on your tea, doesn't even let herself finally sleep while you're in the shower and chooses to be awake for another half hour bcs she really can't sleep without you 🥺 she is all over you when you finally join her in bed—leg over your body, arms wrapped tightly around you, nose buried in your hair, and whispering sleepy nonsense against your skin before she finally succumbs to sleep.. she's so silly.

yujin wakes up on top of you in the mornings 😭😭 but she's not like, suffocating you she actually serves as an extra warm and soft blanket!! like, you'd always find her sleeping peacefully on your chest and you can't help but kiss her forehead and thread your fingers through her hair :(( more often than not, she'd stir awake and you'd feel a bit guilty for cutting her rest short but her bright smile and lame ass "hey, beautiful~" makes it all not a big deal 🥺💖 neither of you will ever stop falling in love with each other.. STAND UP!!!!

[dee-writes-anime]

Hopes, Dreams, and Trials with Choso Kamo

FEATURING Choso Kamo x Reader

SUMMARY Trying to start a family in general is hard, but trying to start a family with a cursed womb painting is even harder.

CONTENT WARNINGS WARNING, WARNING!!! this fic is really heavy and deals with themes regarding infertility, please please please read at your own risk and prioritize your mental health <3

AUTHORS NOTE four fics in two days?! I must be an imposter... just kidding! The truth of the matter is that these drafts have been ROTTING in my files and I finally decided to busted them out and finish them up 😼

SERIES MASTERLIST

The bedside lamp cast a soft, golden glow over the room, illuminating the quiet anguish etched into Choso’s features. He sat on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the small stick lying on the nightstand. The room’s oppressive silence was broken only by the faint hum of the heater, struggling against the winter’s chill. Choso’s hands trembled slightly, but he couldn’t bring himself to meet your eyes. Not yet. Not while the negative result stood as a glaring reminder of another failed attempt.

You sat cross-legged on the bed, arms wrapped around your knees, the tension in the room pressing down on your chest like a weight. This wasn’t the first time—not even close—and both of you knew it likely wouldn’t be the last. Yet, the knowledge didn’t dull the sting of disappointment. It never did.

“Maybe we should…” you began, your voice a fragile tremor in the stillness.

“Don’t,” Choso interrupted, his tone softer than you expected. His shoulders sagged under the invisible weight he carried, his posture speaking of defeat. Finally, he turned his gaze to you, his expression a raw mix of guilt and despair. “Don’t blame yourself. This isn’t your fault.”

“It’s not yours either,” you countered, your voice steadier now despite the tears pooling in your eyes. “We’re in this together. It’s not about fault.”

Even as you said it, you knew he wouldn’t see it that way. Choso had always carried the burdens of others—a habit formed from years of protecting his brothers, even in death. Now, with this, he felt as though he was failing at something he desperately wanted to give you: a family.

Hesitantly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against your knee. The gesture was tentative, almost apologetic, as though he doubted he deserved to touch you. You covered his hand with yours, intertwining your fingers and squeezing tightly.

“I just…” Choso’s voice broke, and he exhaled sharply, his free hand scrubbing over his face. “I don’t understand. We’ve tried everything. The doctors said it could take time, but… how much more time? How much more hope do we have to lose before…” His voice trailed off, swallowed by the quiet despair hanging in the air.

“As much time as it takes,” you said, though the words felt like a fragile thread of hope in the face of mounting doubts. “Choso, we have to believe it’ll happen. It’s the only thing keeping me…” You faltered, your voice cracking as tears spilled down your cheeks. “Keeping me going.”

Choso’s heart broke at the sight of your tears. He shifted closer, pulling you into his arms. The familiar scent of him—a blend of sandalwood and the faint metallic tang of his cursed energy—washed over you, grounding you in the warmth of his embrace.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so sorry. You don’t deserve this. Any of this.”

“Neither do you,” you murmured against his chest, where his heartbeat thudded steadily beneath your ear, a comforting rhythm amidst the turmoil.

That night, tangled together under the weight of heavy blankets, you whispered promises into the quiet. He swore his love for you would never waver, no matter what happened. You promised not to let this struggle drive a wedge between you, even when the burden felt unbearable. It was a fragile truce with fate, but it was enough to see you through another night.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. The routine became all too familiar: tracking ovulation, scheduling doctor’s appointments, enduring endless tests and invasive procedures. Each visit to the fertility clinic felt like navigating a labyrinth of sterile rooms and clinical jargon, leaving a gnawing sense of inadequacy that neither of you voiced aloud.

Choso loathed the way the nurses looked at him—with pity masked by professionalism. He hated the hushed tones and the apologetic smiles that seemed to suggest he wasn’t enough. And worst of all, he hated the way a small, insidious part of his mind whispered that you’d be better off with someone else—someone who could give you everything he couldn’t.

You despised the way the world moved on around you, oblivious to your struggles. Friends’ pregnancy announcements, baby showers, the cheerful chatter of parents in parks—each was a cruel reminder of what you didn’t have. Yet, despite the cracks forming in your resolve, you clung to each other. Even when the silence between you grew heavy with unspoken fears, you stayed tethered to the love that had carried you this far.

One evening, after yet another exhausting day at the clinic, you sat on the couch in the dark. The only light came from the muted television, casting flickering shadows across the room. You leaned against Choso, your head on his shoulder, while his fingers absently traced patterns on the back of your hand. Neither of you spoke for what felt like hours, content to simply exist in the shared quiet.

“Do you think it’s worth it?” you asked suddenly, your voice barely more than a whisper.

Choso stiffened, his hand stilling in its movements. “What?”

“All of this,” you said, gesturing vaguely. “The appointments, the treatments, the constant disappointment. Do you think we’re just setting ourselves up for more heartbreak?”

He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. “Are you saying you want to stop?”

“I don’t know what I’m saying,” you admitted, tears spilling over once more. “I just… I don’t know how much more I can take.”

Choso’s arms encircled you, pulling you close as though he could shield you from the pain. “If you want to stop, we’ll stop,” he said firmly. “But if there’s even a part of you that wants to keep going, then we’ll keep going. No matter how long it takes, I’ll be here. I’ll always be here.”

You clung to him, your tears soaking into his shirt. In that moment, you realized that no matter how difficult the journey, you weren’t alone. Choso was your anchor, your partner, your everything. Together, you would face whatever storms lay ahead, one day at a time.

The following weeks brought a mix of cautious hope and deep uncertainty. Your doctor proposed trying a new treatment, one that was more invasive but held a higher chance of success. The decision to move forward felt daunting, like stepping into uncharted waters, but neither of you could bear the thought of giving up on a dream you had nurtured for so long.

Choso stood by you through every step—every injection, every scan, every procedure. He held your hand tightly in the waiting room, his thumb tracing soothing circles against your skin. On days when the side effects left you exhausted and irritable, he met you with patience and quiet reassurances. Warm tea. A favorite blanket. Silent companionship when words felt too heavy to bear.

There were moments of light amidst the darkness. One afternoon, after a particularly grueling appointment, Choso surprised you with a small potted plant. “It’s a symbol of hope,” he explained, his cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment. “Something we can take care of together.”

You laughed through your tears, touched by the gesture. The plant found a place on the windowsill, a small but enduring reminder that even in the bleakest times, life could still flourish.

As the months wore on, the emotional toll on both of you became undeniable. There were arguments—raw moments where the grief and frustration boiled over, leaving scars of guilt and misunderstanding. But each time, you found your way back to each other, reminded of the love that had brought you together in the first place.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of gold and amber, Choso took your hand in his. His voice was quiet but steady as he said, “I don’t know what the future holds for us. But I know that whatever happens, as long as I have you, it’ll be enough.”

Tears filled your eyes as you leaned into him, your heart swelling with a bittersweet mixture of love and sorrow. “You’re enough for me too,” you whispered. In that moment, a fragile sense of peace settled between you, the knowledge that no matter where the journey led, you would face it together.

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