#୨ৎ angel energy

[atrirose]

park ‘you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid’ sunghoon

with lee ‘kiss me to shut me up’ heeseung

[jaylalolz]

ROCKSTAR!nicholas x FAN!reader 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚

SUMMARY, in the crowd, Nicholas spots a girl and can’t take his mind off of her. he invites her to the back when the show is over.

A/N, thank you all for the support, angels!! have fun reading🪽

WARNINGS, smuttyyyy

The lights were dimmed just enough to cast a seductive haze over the room, while the pulsing energy of the crowd throbbed in sync with the music. Nicholas stood at the center of the stage, his guitar slung low across his body, microphone in hand, as he belted out the final verse of the song. The sweat on his brow shimmered under the spotlights, his voice raw and electric, sending waves through the tightly packed audience.

But despite the roaring energy of the crowd, Nicholas's focus had narrowed down to one girl standing near the front, her wide eyes fixed on him. From the moment he'd stepped on stage, he’d noticed her—a striking beauty, lost in the music, swaying with the rhythm like she belonged in the heat of the moment. Their eyes met, and Nicholas couldn’t look away. He liked the way she held his gaze, unblinking, as if she were daring him to come closer.

Throughout the set, he made a point to lock eyes with her, teasing her with subtle winks as he growled the lyrics into the mic. Each time, he saw her blush slightly, a coy smile tugging at her lips as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. He could feel the magnetic pull between them, a silent promise written in the glances they exchanged. Nicholas had felt the rush of a live show a thousand times before, but tonight, the game was different. The girl had him hooked.

As the song reached its climax, Nicholas stepped back from the mic, his chest heaving, the applause deafening. With a sly grin, he grabbed a cigarette from his pocket, slid it between his lips, and flicked the lighter open. The flame danced for a moment before igniting the end of the cigarette. He took a long, slow drag, exhaling the smoke in a way that seemed designed to draw her attention even more. His eyes never left hers.

Bending forward, he hopped down from the stage in one smooth motion, the cigarette dangling from his fingers. The crowd parted slightly, curious but not interfering, as Nicholas made his way toward her, his presence commanding the room. When he reached the girl, he leaned in close, his breath warm against her ear, the scent of smoke and sweat swirling around them.

"Meet me in the back when the show’s over," he whispered, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down her spine.

He pressed the cigarette into her mouth, his fingers brushing against lips for a brief second. she then blows the smoke into his face. She could feel the heat radiating off him, her heart skipping a beat as his lips barely grazed the shell of her ear. Before she could react, he pulled away, winking at her once more with that signature smirk, before turning back toward the stage, leaving her standing there breathless, cigarette in hand, her pulse racing as she watched him walk away.

The rest of the set felt like a blur, but every time she looked up, there he was—his eyes finding her again, that same dangerous gleam in his gaze. The music hit harder, the lights flashed brighter, but the only thing she could focus on was the promise of what was waiting for her once the show was over.

Nicholas knew she’d come. He could see it in the way she held onto the cigarette like it was something sacred, her cheeks flushed, her breath uneven. The game had been set, and the night was only just beginning.

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rusning the door open, she stepped into the dimly lit hallway. The noise from the stage area grew fainter as she walked deeper into the back, the scent of sweat, smoke, and something intoxicating filling the narrow space. A few crew members passed by, giving her quick glances but saying nothing. It felt like time had slowed, the air thick with tension.

Then she saw him.

Nicholas stood leaning casually against the wall, his leather jacket hanging off his shoulders, one boot propped against the brick, a cigarette once again dangling between his lips. He looked up as soon as she appeared, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. He looked exactly like he had on stage-dangerous, confident, and every bit the rockstar.

"You came," he said, his voice low and gravelly as he pushed off the wall and moved toward her.

Her breath caught in her throat as he approached, his eyes locked on hers like she was the only thing in the room.

When he stopped in front of her, he plucked the cigarette from her fingers, taking a slow drag before flicking it to the side. The heat from his body was close now, intoxicating, and she felt her pulse quicken as he reached up to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"You kept it," he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he tilted his head, his lips just inches from hers.

"Good girl."

She swallowed hard, her heart hammering against her ribcage as his fingers grazed the side of her face, sending waves of warmth through her skin. The dim lighting made his features even sharper, his eyes dark with something that made her knees feel weak. She could hardly breathe.

Without another word, Nicholas leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear in a whisper. "I've been thinking about you all night."

Her body reacted before her mind could catch up. The thrill of his closeness, the heat of his breath against her skin-it was too much. She turned her head slightly, her lips just barely grazing his, and that was all the invitation he needed.

In an instant, he closed the space between them, his mouth crashing against hers in a kiss that was hungry, reckless, and full of everything they hadn't said. His hands gripped her waist, pulling her flush against him as he deepened the kiss, his body pressing hers back against the cool wall. The contrast of the hard brick and his warm, demanding touch sent her head spinning.

The kiss was wild, unrestrained.

When they finally broke apart, both breathless, Nicholas's lips curled into that signature smirk of his. He ran a thumb along her swollen bottom lip, his voice low and dangerous as he spoke.

"Let's see if you can keep up."

In a dimly lit room, she found herself on top of him in a couch.

Nicholas wasn't holding back, and neither was she. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and when she opened her mouth for him, the taste of smoke and desire mingled, setting her senses on fire. His hands roamed her body, exploring her curves with a confidence that sent shivers down her spine.

They both pant for dear life as he unzips his pants. “Tell me you want this” he says.

“I want it”

He bunches up her clothes with one hand and grips his dick with the other. He places his tip against her, keeping his gaze fixed on the touch. Feeling him drive into her was a moment of joy, she holds the side of his neck and lowers herself slowly. She sinks as far as she can, her lungs whimpering; he clenches his teeth and takes both her hips with brutality. She throws her head back as his tongue grazes her throat and her hips begin a steady, grinding bounce. They both groan quietly. She desperately rocks her body and grabs the back of his head.

"Fuck…just like that." His hands gripping her ass and supporting her as she rocks, he pants into her jaw. Breathing near his ear, he roughly tugged at the hair at the back of her head. Ecstatic nerves tingle through her body.

With a weak jaw, she pulls away from his side and stares down at him. He grips her face to keep her staring down at him. His gaze lingers on her features, noting her growing vulnerability.

A arrogant grin slides down his mouth. "You should see how pretty you are right now..." He kisses on her cheekbones while exhaling deeply. "Desperately riding me in slutty dress,"

Her hands move down his chest, causing his gaze to flicker before focusing on his pronounced abs. He scowls, gritting his teeth, and tosses his head back in a grunt. She tightened her hold on his sides and gazed down at his well sculpted body. His appearance is surreal.

they groan and pant at one another. Despite the hurry of it all, their bodies function flawlessly together in the middle of this chaos. "Fuck, Nicholas I'm going to," she says as she grinds her hips once more and grabs his bare side and back of his neck. "Yeah?" Breathing out, he looks up at her and asks, "You're gonna cum this quick?"

As her orgasm consumes her, she almost lets out a pleasurable shout. She violently rocks her hips, feeling the thick build suffocate her until she lets out a harsh breath. She breaks eye contact and gets up from his lap, flipping her panties back and settling into the chair across from him. Refitting his boxers, he slides his hips up to button his formal pants and tucks his shirt back in.

“Here is my number, sweetheart. Call me anytime”

[iid-smile]

satoru who hasn't been emotional since the day the person who was closest to him left. he's the strongest, and him alone. why should he show weakness in emotion?

satoru's concern when you managed to revive something inside of his heart upon first meeting. was it your energy? your reassuring nature? or was it how you genuinely expressed yourself, not hiding how you feel no matter what hurdles approach in your life? overtime, the feeling, the sensation of his heart quaking whenever you're around, he thought that he'd never be able to feel that again.

satoru who tries his best to stay strong when he sees tears well up in your eyes. sad or happy tears, it doesn't matter. it's difficult to remain strong when you verbalise how truly happy you are right now in this moment, and how you'll never regret getting together with him. he's stunned, yet his body manages to pull you closer, wrapping around you so tight like it doesn't want to let go.

satoru who manages to cry at even the shittiest romance movies. even in the middle of the night, you'll hear overdramatic sobs coming from the living room, and it's just him bundled up in blankets, a quivering pout on his lips. over and over, he'll complain and whine about how you should never leave him, because he's not sure he'll be able to handle the heartbreak. of course you won't; you love him.

satoru who couldn't hold back tears on his wedding day. really, he should've listened to his best man when he was told to keep tissues in his pocket, because no amount of wiping using the back of his hand could soak up or halt the liquid dripping down his cheeks. he couldn't care less if he was judged for bawling his eyes out, since he's sure he saw a real life angel walking down that aisle. nothing could compare.

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[angelicgirlmj]

my ideal daily summer routine

hi angels! this is a little breakdown of my ideal daily routine when im on summer break. i cant always do all of these things every day, depending on things like energy, plans for the day etc. i am planning a low, medium and high energy daily routine post as well so definitely keep an eye out if you need ideas for routines based around your energy. hopefully this is helpful for you and makes you feel motivated + productive! ────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ───────

am ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

wake up at 8am.

open curtains + window, clean room, make bed.

drink a glass of water.

do some light yoga/stretching to wake up.

clean teeth + mouthwash.

make tea/matcha.

journal + plan day.

have light breakfast (i do not get very hungry in the morning), focusing on nutrients and protein.

have vitamins and medications.

fill up waterbottle.

clean teeth + mouthwash again.

ice face + gua sha.

do skincare routine.

workout 30 minutes - an hour.

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identify 3 - 4 goals for the day, i.e write 1000 words of coursework and so on.

make and eat healthy, nutritious food, focusing on what makes my body feel its best.

take regular breaks to walk, do stretching etc.

have 1 - 2 ‘pleasure’ goals, such as reading a book, seeing a friend etc.

drink plenty of water.

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pm ⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

start winding down at 7pm.

make a healthy dinner.

drink matcha/tea.

have an intensive bath or shower.

lotion and oil whole body.

light a candle + journal.

clean teeth + mouthwash.

do pm skincare.

prepare room for bed (draw curtains, make bed comfy).

get cozy!

read or watch something.

do some light stretching/yoga before bed.

aim to be in in bed + asleep by 11pm.

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thank you for reading angels! i hope you have a wonderful day and feel inspired by my daily routine, remember this is not how every one of my summer days look, this is a goal routine that achieving makes me feel productive.

love, m.

[cosmicanakin]

⌢⌢ ˚ 𖨂 INTRODUCING. beachbum!reader ﹒ ୨ৎ

created by KARI her SPOTIFY playlist

🐚 ⎯⎯ BEACHBUM!READER is everything DEAN WINCHESTER didn't know he needed, but somehow, she fit into his life like she was always meant to be there. she's the type of girl who could spend hours on the sand, soaking up the sun, watching the waves crash against the shore, and collecting seashells like they were little treasures. she's got a deep love for the ocean, a connection to it that runs so strong, it's almost like she's part of it. if she had her way, she'd probably be a mermaid, and DEAN? well, that's exactly what he calls her—his MERMAID BABY. it's a nickname that just stuck, and every time he says it, she can't help but beam.

her hair, once a rich dark brown, has lightened over time, kissed by the sun and saltwater. she's always out there, either swimming, sunbathing, or walking along the shoreline, and it shows. her skin has that perfect sun-kissed glow, and she's always got that laid-back, carefree energy that comes from being so connected to the beach. her shared bedroom with DEAN is full of little reminders of the ocean—trinkets, seashells, and those adorable sonny angel figures she loves to collect. he always pretends like he doesn't get it, but deep down? DEAN loves how much joy she gets from her little collections. it's just another part of her that makes her, well, beachbum!reader.

despite dean's life being full of hunting, danger, and chaos, she always finds a way to make sure he slows down and takes a breath. she's managed to convince him to go with her to the beach whenever they get the chance, and though he grumbled about the sand at first—getting in his boots, sticking to his skin—he's learned to tolerate it. more than that, he's actually started to appreciate it. maybe it's because of her. no, it's definitely because of her. she's got that kind of effect on him. bobby and sam always give him crap about how tan he's gotten lately, and he just smirks, knowing exactly who to blame. she's always reminding him to get enough vitamin d, but not without slathering him in sunscreen first, because lord knows he'll burn if she doesn't.

she's a mix of contradictions that somehow work perfectly. you'd think summer would be her favorite season, given how much she loves the sun and the sea, but NO—it's winter that steals her heart. she loves everything about it, from the cozy clothes to the chilly air, and she's constantly surprising dean with how much she looks forward to the colder months.

when she's not sunbathing or collecting seashells, you'll find her cruising around in her black mini cooper, a car that's as adorable as she is. it smells like the ocean inside—thanks to the ocean-scented air fresheners she always has—and it's decorated with little nods to her beach-bum lifestyle. DEAN, of course, finds the car a bit too small for his taste, but he can't help but love how clean and tidy she keeps it, almost like how he treats baby.

she's always dressed to impress—whether it's in her own hand-knitted mini skirts ( usually in pastel colors like soft pinks, blues, greens, purples, & yellows ) or dolled up in a cute dress and heels for a date night with dean. but she's also got that laid-back vibe, too. she's just as comfortable in baggy sweats and one of dean's hoodies, usually on a quick target run or picking up groceries. DEAN secretly loves when she steals his hoodies, though he'd never admit—not without giving her a hard time about it first. but it's all part of the charm.

when DEAN is out in the driveway, tinkering with BABY, she's usually not far behind. she'll wander out in one of her prettiest bikinis, shorts unbuttoned, towel slung over her shoulder, and her favorite pair of sunglasses perched on her nose. even if dean's covered in car oil, grime, or sweat, she doesn't care. she'll still wrap her arms around him from behind, press a quick peck to his cheek, and announce she's off for a swim. it's just what she does—effortlessly weaving herself into his life, into his routine, making everything feeling a little lighter, a little better.

she's always barefoot, her gold anklet glimmering in the sun, with perfectly pedicured toes or manicured nails that dean insists on paying for, no matter how much she protests. she likes to be independent, sure, but when DEAN flashes her that grin and presses a kiss to her pout, she can't help but give in. and when she comes back with a fresh mani 'n pedi, dean showers her with compliments, telling her how pretty the color looks on her skin.

their life together is full of little moments of love, affection, and yes, sometimes passion. they've made love on the beach, in the water, and in the shower when the mood strikes, but it's never just about the physical connection. it's about those quiet, tender moments they share, like walking hand-in-hand along the shore or swimming together for hours, talking about everything and nothing, laughing, joking, and just being them. beachbum!reader is DEAN'S mermaid baby && beach girl and wherever life takes them, she's always going to be the one who reminds dean winchester to slow down and enjoy the view.

✶ EXTRAS. this idea came to me while i wrote that blurb about dean sneaking photos of you at the beach. it was too cute to pass up. 'n it's kinda what i had in mind while writing it, but you can picture it as anyone you want or even yourself <3 this is just my take.

⎯⎯ SPECIAL TAGS. @fallbhind @deansbite @frosttbitessam @deanswidow @a1ecmcdowell @beausling @titsout4nicholas @jasvtsc . . . ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

[atrirose]

jay is the type of boyfriend who watches you do the most out of pocket stuff and lets it go because ‘who knows what yn thinks, all i know is she is my wife and i love her’ kinda guy.

[atrirose]

niki is surely the boyfriend who reply’s with “then kiss me” when you compliment him about anything.

[atrirose]

niki is type of boyfriend who wouldn’t take off the hair tie you give him, it’s his now,, permanently

[atrirose]

niki as your personal knight asking for your hand to dance with you in your engagement party in front of your fiancé “you look beautiful when you smile” he would fight the world for you, he thought as he kissed the back of your hand.