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starillusion13 · 3 months ago

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I NEED AN POLY!ATEEZ IMAGINE OF THIS PLSS.

SURPRISE!

Pairing: Ateez!ot8 x f!reader

Genre: fluff, birthday au, slice of life

W.C: 3.2k. Network: @k-vanity

Warnings: none (just a little bit sad in the beginning coz of missing your loved ones and then sweet love afterwards)

🎀>.<🎀

You pouted and sighed for the nth time this day. Changing the channels and not getting interested in any of the shows, you decided to consume time in your bedroom for the day. There should be some reason for you to be excited for the upcoming day --- tomorrow, but you found yourself blank with no visible emotion. Just a lost soul roaming around the grand house.

They are busy.

That's the only thought storming inside your head.

You sat by your window, observing the raindrops as they meandered down the glass pane in a melancholic dance. The day before your birthday, and the gloomy sky mirrored your despondent mood. Your boyfriends were away on a business trip and the void left by their absence was palpable.

That evening, wrapped in a plush blanket, you settled on the couch to watch a beloved film, the one you often enjoyed together. As the familiar scenes played out, you could almost hear their laughter and feel their presence beside you, offering solace.

Memories of past birthdays spent together flooded your mind—how Wooyoung would always bake you a cake, even though it was often a little lopsided, and how Jongho would serenade you with a song he wrote just for you. Oh! Hongjoong would definitely leave everything just to spoil you with his money and that's him to spend his money on your favorite things.

Seonghwa would change your whole wardrobe until your next year's birthday. Yeosang would be the one to spend the whole day cuddling with you and San would get you dressed up in a style, during daytime and in a different one during night. Mingi would book a whole new place to celebrate your birthday during evening till night and well, your big man Yunho would definitely treat you like a princess and he as your personal butler.

But this year, the silence was deafening, and the loneliness gnawed at your heart.

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The following morning, you awoke to the sun's rays infiltrating the room.

It's your birthday.

Warm sunlight peeking inside your room and the birds chirping made you groan lightly and you turned around to stretch your limbs and hands but again you quickly grabbed your body pillow and hugged it, whispering to yourself, 'Happy Birthday, y/n.'

No comfort, no hug, no morning kisses, no surprises... you opened your eyes only to be greeted by no one in sight. No smiling faces.

An empty room and a heavy silence.

Even though you knew they were not awake at this time in that country, you still decided to check a single notification from them. None. Switching off the screen, your head again hit the mattress and you sighed audibly.

It's okay --- they love you and you love them too.

Your doorbell rang and you furrowed your brows, thinking possibilities of them or someone else coming over to your place.

Curiosity piqued, you approached the door and discovered a beautifully wrapped parcel. Inside was a meticulously crafted card, and an album brimming with photographs and cherished memories of your times together. On the final page was a heartfelt note: "We're with you, always and forever."

your heart swelled with an overwhelming sense of love. Despite the miles separating them, their love transcended distance. The loneliness ebbed away, supplanted by the warmth of their affection.

Determined to alleviate your solitude, you embarked on a solitary adventure. you dressed warmly in a cute pink sundress and set out into the city, the cool breeze a sharp contrast to the warmth you longed for. your first destination was a quaint café, one that Seonghwa would always choose for your inaugural dates. The café's rustic charm and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee brought a fleeting sense of comfort.

You sat by a window table and observed the rustling outside.

As you sipped your americano, you discovered a diminutive note beneath your cup, inscribed with, "Happy birthday, y/n!" A faint smile graced your lips, warming your heart ever so slightly. The barista must have been in on it, as he gave you a knowing wink, adding a touch of magic to the moment.

Jaemin is always a flirt. But at least today, he managed to bring a faint smile to your face. You picked your phone, fingers hovering over the screen and deciding to call one of them. Are you desperate? Is it being too clingy? Still biting your lips, you pressed a number, pressing your phone to your ears and breathing unevenly and waiting to hear one of their voices.

No one picked it up. With a gloomy mood, you stood up, having a heartfelt conversation with Jaemin and to say, he did notice your little sadness and upon asking you the reason, he found the absence of your lovers. Earlier, his curiosity when he couldn't find Jongho with you, did manage to chalk it out that something happened with you and your boyfriends but on the positive, it's just they are missing out on a special day with you.

Your next stop was a charming bookstore. As you peruse the shelves, a particular stall piqued your interest—a book that you wanted for so long. Grabbing it quickly, you skipped across the shelves. The visible joy was all evident on your face and few elders and students around you noticed your glowing form. But your steps halted when you were stepping forward towards the counter to check out, your gaze fell on a lovely couple.

Giggling and holding hands while the man was teasing the girl in front and a tear slipped from your eyes. Mingi would have done the same. The serendipity of memories flashing in front of your eyes, left you marveling at how much you love them, and missing them at your every move.

Striving to maintain a cheerful demeanor, you commenced your day with a stroll in the park. The sight of a couple entwined in each other's arms evoked a profound sense of loneliness.

Wandering through the city, you found yourself at the park where you often picnicked with them. The sight of children playing and couples strolling hand in hand deepened your sense of longing, yet you drew comfort from the memories you all had created there.

The park was bustling with activity. Children laughed as they chased each other, couples strolled hand in hand, and families enjoyed picnics on the lush green grass. you made your way to your favorite spot—a secluded clearing surrounded by blooming flowers and tall, sheltering trees. you laid out a blanket and settled down with the book, trying to immerse yourself in the story book.

you couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. you tried to remain optimistic, convincing yourself that they would make it up to you once they returned.

You want nothing but just them with you and their love.

Little did you know, a grand surprise was in the works.

A little girl ran past your head, almost bumping into you but her shoe tip slightly hit your head and you were aware of a thing she dropped beside your face. You couldn't scold her because of her cuteness and sweet giggles. A little smile appeared on your face.

After a while, you noticed a small envelope placed beside your book. The little girl's must be. But your name was written on it, more to say your full name. Surprised, you opened it to find a note from them: "Happy Birthday, y/n! Follow the path to the bridge beside the waterfall, love."

your heart fluttered with excitement. You quickly packed up your belongings and followed the path winding through the park, the anticipation building with each step. As you approached the destination, you noticed it was oddly silent but still decorated with extra flowers and adorned with fairy lights that are yet to be lighted as there's still daylight in the afternoon and delicate paper lanterns swaying gently in the breeze.

As you stepped closer into the place, soft music began to play. It was a melody you recognized—one of your favorite songs. You hummed and chuckled lightly.

"where are you? Please tell me...it's not a prank by you, Jaemin." Your soft voice bloomed above the tune playing. Your soft voice pinched some hearts nearby you, hiding behind the sweet environment.

A warm and big palm covered your eyes, in a quick move, your hands moved up to hover over the palms, "who are you?"

The person behind you leaned forward, his breath hitting your ear and he placed a soft kiss just under your ear and whispered, "Happy Birthday, princess."

A rush of excitement jolted through your body, the voice and his warmth against your skin. a smile tugged in the corner of your lips when you breathed out, "Yunho..."

Removing the palms from your eyes, he turned you around, you were excited and also, in disbelief that you were in reality and not dreaming. He pulled you closer by the waist, planting a longing kiss on your lips, pecking your forehead before retreating from you.

"So, Jaemin is the first person you could thought of?" Hongjoong's sudden voice made you jump in your place. Your eyes moved away from Yunho's when you noticed the elder one approaching you two. Stepping in front of you, he cupped your cheek and kissed you. The same feeling of comfort and longing.

You giggled, "jealousy is not good for health. Also, he is my good friend and you are my boyfriend. So, I can rely on him for a little friendly prank in your absence." You kissed his cheek in the end.

"Of course you can. Happy Birthday, love." He kissed the side of your head.

Suddenly, Mingi and Jongho emerged from behind the thick trees, each holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Happy Birthday, y/n!" they exclaimed in unison, their faces lit up with joy.

Tears of happiness welled up in your eyes. "Thank you. I can't believe you all are here! How did you manage this? All... are others here too?"

Mingi grinned. "It wasn't easy, but we couldn't miss your birthday. We wanted to make it special." Hugging you tightly, kissing your lips repeatedly, making you giggle at his antics.

Jongho stepped forward and handed you his bouquet. "We've planned a whole day just for you. We have a picnic, music, and a few more surprises up our sleeves." He kissed your lips and cheek.

"I thought you won't manage this time."

"How could you think like that, baby?" Seonghwa's sweet tone from behind you made you turn around when you quickly ran towards him. others eyes following your overwhelmed excitement and tears brimming your eyes. Even if the last two days were hectic, but seeing you full of joy and love for them made it worth it.

"Hwa...I missed you. I missed all of you so much." You pressed your face into his chest, fighting not to cry on this precious day.

He caressed your back, stroking your head lightly when he planted a kiss on the crown of your head, "I missed you too, love. Happy Birthday." You raised your head up when he pecked your lips, giving you the warmest smile you could have asked for.

"Well, to make it special, we outdid our limit and here we are." Yeosang said and approached beside you, holding a tiara for you and as you turned towards him, he placed it on your head and kissed your temple, "always looking like my angel. Happy birthday to my sweety."

"Yeo...I missed your wake up hug on my birthday." He engulfed you in a tight, secure embrace and rested his chin on top of your head, "I'm hugging you now. The things we missed today since morning, we can start from now and continue till tomorrow."

You nodded in his warmth but soon he pulled himself apart from you when you felt two hands snaking around your waist from behind and breathing in your perfume at the crane of your neck, placing some feathery kiss when you closed your eyes in the essence, he brought his lips to your ears, pressing his lips to it and whispering, "happy Birthday, sweetheart. I missed you so much."

Your fingers lightly grabbed his hairs and your chest rose and fell heavily under his touch. Managing to bring your lips to his head, you kissed him, "I missed you too, San. Thank you for coming early."

He nodded between kissing your exposed shoulder, "I will come to you no matter how busy I am. I won't let you feel disappointed in me."

"I would never be disappointed in you, San. I love you."

"I love you too, y/n."

The others were watching the scene unfolding before them. Even though the look on their face was soft and warm but their thoughts and the visible dark lust in their eyes was oblivious to you. Oh! You are in for a long night with them because right at the moment they want to dive into a fairyland with you in their embrace.

"well thank me too. I especially planned for all these." Wooyoung's whiny voice made your eyelids parted and there he stood in front of you, a few steps away. But he was holding a box in his hand --- a cake. He is always the one to decide how your cake should be on every birthday.

"woo." San's hand slipped from around you and he chuckled when he watched you running towards the younger boy who quickly put away the cake beside him on the table and extended his arms for you. "You are here."

"yes, darling. I am and look this time I bought the perfect candles with the cake." He peppered your face with kisses until he placed a last kiss on your lips, whispering, "Happy Birthday, baby. I love you."

"I love you too, woo." You looked away from him, towards others and sent a warm smile, "I love you all. Thank you for this."

Hongjoong stepped forward beside San whose arms were folded in front of his chest. All of their gazes were focused on you, observing and memorizing every little detail and movements. It's been a month they last saw you and it felt like eternity.

Hongjoong smiled and patted your head, "we love you too, pretty."

"How did you guys know I would be here?" you raised your brows but still kept a smiley face.

Seonghwa shook his head and sighed, "don't ask that. We landed just in the morning and we got changed into casuals to give you surprise, without wasting time so we did all this at the hotel beside the airport. On our way to home, we went to Jaemin's café where we got to know that you were there just thirty minutes earlier."

"really?"

He nodded when Mingi added, "and guess what? Jongho was following you all the way when you went to the bookstore." Jongho chuckled and nodded proudly, "you were too cute to look at."

"where were you all? Did you go to the house?" you were surprised that they were following you all this while.

Yunho happily said, "Meanwhile we were preparing all this. Did you like it? I'm sorry if it's just basic and simple. We would arrange for something more. We could only ask for this place to be private for the rest of the day till midnight." he gestured to the surrounding area with his open arm.

"Yunho...I love it. Thank you." Your voice was genuinely filled with love, "this is more than I could have wished for today. This is not simple. This is more than my dream. You all are here and I'm spending my birthday with you all. What can I ask for more?"

Even if the decoration was simple, their hardwork, love and determination towards you was evident and it was warming your heart, filling it with hope and desire.

Yeosang cupped your cheeks, "you are too sweet for this world." He wiped your tears with the thumbs.

San held your shoulder and turned you around, pushing you from behind and leading you to the table, "now it's time to cut the cake, sweetheart. It's your day. No more crying."

Standing in front of the table, Wooyoung revealed the cake --- exactly the picture you had shown him a few weeks ago. He had ordered it right that day. Lighting up the candle, they surrounded you like small children celebrating their bestfriend's birthday. Maybe it's like that. But, y/n...you are their world.

"Happy Birthday, y/n!"

"thank you for everything, always."

As you blew out the candles, surrounded by the people you loved the most in the world, you made a silent wish: that you would always find ways to be together, to create memories, and to cherish every moment, no matter the distance or the challenges you all faced.

They led you to a beautifully set picnic spread under the tree, a garden tent house, decorated with flowers and complete with all your favorite foods. As you enjoyed the meal, you all laughed, reminisced, and savored the moment. The hours seemed to fly by in a haze of joy and love.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden hue over the park, you sat in between the legs of Seonghwa. Others near you and eyes in the same direction. You were set up in a cozy spot with blankets and pillows, perfect for watching the sunset. They shifted closer to you, you nestled between them, feeling the warmth of their presence.

"There's one more thing," Wooyoung said, reaching into his bag and pulling out a small, wrapped box. "Open it."

you carefully unwrapped the box to find a delicate necklace with a pendant in the shape of a heart. Inside the heart was a perfect picture of you nine together and on top of it written --- 9 makes a family.

"It's beautiful," you whispered, your voice filled with emotion.

"We wanted you to have something to remind you that no matter where we are, we're always with you," Hongjoong said, fastening the necklace around your neck.

As you watched the sun dip below the horizon, you felt an overwhelming sense of gratitude and love. But they watched the sunset in your eyes. You were worth watching at the moment.

That night, as you walked back through the park, hand in hand, you realized that this birthday was more than you could have ever wished for. The surprise had been perfect, but what made it truly special was the love and effort they had put into making your day unforgettable.

you spent the remainder of your birthday conversing with them, sharing laughter and recounting memories. Jongho sang your favorite songs, they reminisce about their adventures, and promised to make up for their absence with an even grander celebration the next day. As you were drifting into slumber that night, you felt a serene sense of contentment. you knew that no matter the physical distance, their love would perpetually be with you, rendering every birthday a bit more luminous.

With them by your side, you knew that every birthday, every day, would be a little brighter, a little more magical. They had given you the greatest gift of all—their unwavering love.

Yunho placed a kiss on your nose and then on your lips when he felt you drifting off to sleep, "happy birthday again, princess."

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malewifeharem · 8 months ago

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Hi! If it isn’t much of a bother can I req a silent yet affectionate person with Danheng or Jing Yuan? If not that’s totally fine!

danheng w a silent yet affectionate reader

彡- ,, brainrot of danheng with a quiet yet affectionate reader

cw ⁞ shouldn't have any cuz its fluffy fluff fluff. not proofread.

an ⁞ I WASNT SURE IF THIS WAS DANHENG OR DHIL SO TAKE IT AS EITHER I GUESS??? i had normal danheng in mind while writing so up to your interpretation.

danheng totally gets you tbh. he's definitely an introvert too, just like you! you guys don't even need to speak to communicate! it's like telepathy! (woah) but that's okay, you both show your love for each other in different ways other than through words! i can totally see him being a gift giver, quality time and acts of service kinda guy.

gift giving! danheng is the best on any type of occasion HAHA. be it valentines, anniversaries, birthdays, christmas even. he only gift things he'd be happy to receive so you bet everything will be in pristine condition or HANDMADE. (i love handmade shit) once, for your anniversary, he presented you a little heart shaped box filled with goodies in it. your favorite candies and snacks, a handwritten letter and a well-crafted handmade small album!

IT HAS PICTURES OF JUST THE TWO OF YOU IN IT. THERE'S SO MANY PAGES IT'S INSANE. YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALIZE HE SNAPPED PICTURES OF YOU IN MOST OF THEM, IT'S ADORABLE... the letter itself is so well written too — his handwriting is very neat! he details very vividly the memories he had with you that he's most fond of — you can tell it means a lot to him. he'll even request to read it out to you if you don't mind. HE'LL HOLD YOUR HAND AND RUB CIRCLES ON YOUR THUMB WHILE READING AND HE'S A VERY QUIET PERSON SO JUST THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO BOTH HIM AND YOU. he's a sweetheart please take good care of him... :(

quality time! he definitely pops by at your room in the astral express to ask to hangout with you. even if it's seemingly pointless, he just wants to be close to you and soak up as much time with you as possible... IT MAY BE TOTAL SILENCE BUT IT'S COMFORTABLE SILENCE. YES, THERE'S A DIFFERENCE... NO, IT'S NOT REALLY EXPLAINABLE... he actually doesn't even mind talking if you wanted him to. he could read his or your favorite book to you or his daily reports.

"i really don't mind anything if it's with you," he says with a soft hum. (AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA)

acts of service! y'all know that one meme where the front person goes, "he asked for no pickles! >:(" and the person at the back is like all nervous and everything? yeah that's the both of you. he's the front person just with less >:( and more :[ (you're just you)

"hello, excuse me... sorry, she asked for no pickles. could you remake this? yes, thank you. that would be most appreciated."

after it's fixed...

"my love, they've remade your order. here you go. eat slowly, okay? no need to thank me, it's my duty as your boyfriend." I JUST KNOW FOR A FACT HE SAID IT SO MATTER-OF-FACTLY TOO LIKE IT'S HE HAS THAT CODED IN HIS BRAIN. HE'S SO YOURS. HE'S SMITTEN. TAKE HIM AWAY.

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kiame-sama · 2 months ago

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Cupid's Arrow- (Yandere!Rook x Reader)

Warnings; yandere, yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere rook, stalking, predator/prey dynamic, Rook is canonically 18 so don't come at me sideways, reader is 18+, invasion of privacy, Rook is an absolute creep, gross Rook, obsessive yandere, drugging, non-con cuddling,

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Love is blind.

Rook heard this saying many times, but if love is blind, then so too is Cupid. A blind huntsman would need to be quite skilled to be able to take down prey. Still, it seemed Cupid has fired an arrow right through Rook's heart and he couldn't be more thrilled. Beauty came in so many forms it was almost impossible to quantify, but the beauties in Rook's life were beyond what words could do justice.

Rook's favorite way to commemorate those he found beautiful was through a sort of collection. From pictures, to items, to whatever he could get his hands on, Rook needed to collect mementos of such beauty. Luckily for Rook, his most recent quarry was a beautiful ray of sunshine that he loved to stand in the radiance of. From having a genuine heart of gold in a school of poisonous and bitter people, to the pure affection shown towards those his beloved loved, everything they did made his heart skip. Sure, he didn't like when that smile was directed at anyone other than himself, but who would he be to deny such a wonderful person their happiness?

Even now, Rook admired the beauty that was his beloved enraptured within dreams and deep in the bliss of sleep. He couldn't help but take countless photos, trying to get all of your cute expressions in the memory of his phone. More memories for him to print out and place in the photo album he has lovingly crafted for his secret paramour. Sure, you may not realize it now, but Rook knew you would come around to his thinking and eventually accept him and his devout worshipping.

For the time being, Rook would have to satisfy his desires in other ways until that blessed moment you notice your loyal huntsman for the lover he can be. This meant that the vice-housewarden was breaking curfew to appease his ever growing cravings to know more about you. He wanted to know your touch, take in your warm and unique scent, feel how well you fit in his arms. All of it. Rook wanted it all.

Of course, you were trusting despite the hunter that stalked your waking and sleeping hours. When the huntsman came to you late at night and offered you a drink he had made rather 'special' for you, you happily gulped it down with no hesitation. Rook would never forget the way you licked your lips and caught the spare drops as they tried to escape your pink tongue. Of the several morally questionable things Rook had put in your drink, the sleeping potion was the most potent and it didn't take long until he was helping you into bed.

He was lucky he convinced Epel to take Grim for the evening for some studying, leaving you without your typical companion. This meant Rook could get closer to you than he ever had prior and you would be free for him to hold as you slept off the dubious drink.

He was simply glad you didn't question how long it took for him to make this drink for you, that and the fact the ghosts weren't around to witness his depravity. The sleeping potion wasn't all he laced your drink with, and he will certainly remember watching you gulp it down for countless sleepless nights to come. There was no way he would admit to how he almost moaned when you commented on how delicious it was. He would happily make you as many special drinks as you wanted and he certainly looked forward to watching you drink them.

Now he could simply slide into the bed next to you, holding your soft figure against his own. You felt perfect in his arms, laying your head on his bicep and cuddling into his chest for the warmth that rolled off of him. He had happily helped you change into your sleep clothes before discarding his own clothes minus the boxers he wore. Despite how much he wanted to indulge in his most beautiful love and feel the warmth of your bare flesh against his own, he was going to try and restrain himself. After all, the hunt was almost as much fun as the reward.

Your figure was so soft against his chest he almost forgot he was not supposed to stay in your bed with you. You had not technically invited him into your bed and would likely be unhappy if you woke with the hunter next to you. He would have to move himself to the worn couch at the far side of the room before he allowed himself to succumb to sleep. Rook anticipated the ear-full he was going to get from Vil about leaving Pomefiore in the middle of the night, but the experience he was currently having was worth it all. You needn't know the things he willingly sacrificed for you or the way Cupid had pieced through his heart with endless love for you, all he needed was the warmth of your body against his and the ever soft places he could now put his hands.

For now, it was enough for Rook. He was a hunter and he knew how to be patient, after all. Soon he would pierce your heart with a golden arrow the same way Cupid had pierced his- and if you didn't accept his love, it would be quite the literal arrow- so he could finally call you all his own.

#kiame-sama #yandere #x reader #yandere x reader #reader insert #tw yandere #yandere rook hunt #yandere rook x reader #yandere twst #tw stalking #tw drugging

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sweetcherryharry · 3 months ago

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sour — 01: driver's licence

Synopsis: Harry and Y/N were the "it" couple from 2013 to mid-2014, until things got extremely messy and they broke up. based on the album 'sour' by olivia rodrigo.

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I got my driver's license last week Just like we always talked about 'Cause you were so excited for me To finally drive up to your house

The California sun beat down on Y/N's face as she stared at the coveted plastic card in her hand, a bittersweet smile tugging at her lips. She had done it. She had finally gotten her driver's license.

A wave of nostalgia washed over her, the salty breeze and the rhythmic crashing of waves filling her senses.

It was a golden afternoon at their favorite hidden cove, tucked away from the crowds and paparazzi that constantly hounded their every move. The sun shimmered on the turquoise water as they spread out a worn-out blanket, their laughter mingling with the calls of seagulls overhead.

Harry, ever the romantic, had surprised Y/N with a picnic basket filled with her favorite snacks: strawberries dipped in chocolate, freshly baked croissants, and a chilled bottle of sparkling lemonade. They had spent hours building a sandcastle, their fingers intertwined as they meticulously crafted turrets and moats, their creation a testament to their shared joy and creativity.

As the sun began its descent towards the horizon, painting the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink, Y/N's phone buzzed with a text from her driving instructor, confirming her upcoming test. Harry, who had been tracing patterns on her arm with his fingertips, looked up with a mischievous grin.

"So, when are you going to get that license, huh?" he teased, gently nudging her with his shoulder.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, hush, Styles. It's harder than it looks, you know."

Harry chuckled, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I know, I know," he said, his voice softening. "But I have faith in you, babe. You'll ace it."

He paused, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "Just imagine," he continued, his eyes sparkling with excitement, "once you get your license, you can come visit me whenever you want. Late-night drives, surprise visits... whatever you want, my door will always be open for you to arrive whenever you want."

Y/N's heart fluttered at the thought. The idea of having the freedom to drive to Harry's house, to see him whenever she wanted, filled her with a giddy anticipation. She leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lips, the taste of salt and sunshine mingling with their shared laughter. "I can't wait," she whispered.

The memory faded, leaving Y/N with a hollow feeling in the pit of her stomach. The present moment crashed back in, the stark reality of their separation a stark contrast to the warmth of that perfect day. She traced the letters on her driver's license with a trembling finger, the plastic card feeling cold and impersonal in her grasp. It was a symbol of a future they had envisioned together but would now face apart.

The keys jangled in her hand as she slid into the driver's seat, the familiar scent of Harry's cologne a painful reminder of his absence. The open road that once symbolized freedom and adventure now stretched before her, a lonely path she would have to navigate alone.

But today I drove through the suburbs Cryin' 'cause you weren't around

The moonlight bathed the streets in a cool, silvery glow, a stark contrast to the warmth of the afternoon sun that had witnessed her happiness just hours ago. Y/N's tears flowed freely now, blurring the streetlights into a kaleidoscope of colors as she drove through the quiet suburbs. The leather seats of her brand new car, a gift from Harry for her recent 18th birthday, felt cold and empty beneath her.

When he handed her the keys, he had proudly said that the car was just the one for her; a reflection of her personality, and how it would be perfect for her to drive from the very first moment she got her driver's license.

He had chosen it specifically because it reminded him entirely of her, from the color to the style, making it a thoughtful and sentimental gift, special for her 18th birthday.

She had envisioned this night so differently. Instead of cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway with Harry by her side, their laughter echoing in the night air, she was alone, her heart heavy with the weight of his absence. She had dreamed of driving to his house, surprising him with her newfound freedom, but now the thought of facing him was unbearable.

They had broken up only a month and a half ago, and she swore everything was painful.

The sting of betrayal was still fresh, the wound in her heart gaping and raw. One day, they were the "it" couple, inseparable and seemingly in love. The next, Harry suddenly broke up with her, with no reasonable explanation.

Soon after, rumors swirled around Harry and a new girl, Nadine Leopold, an up-and-coming model with striking features and an undeniable allure. Y/N tried to ignore the whispers, to trust Harry, that he’d never date someone so quickly after her.

But Y/N's worst fears were confirmed when she saw a photo of Harry and Nadine just two weeks after they broke up, their hands intertwined, their laughter echoing through a crowded club. The image was seared into her memory, a painful reminder of the love she had lost.

She couldn't help but imagine how different things could have been. If they were still together, they would be celebrating her new license, cruising down the highway with the windows down, singing along to their favorite songs. Harry would have his arm draped around her shoulders, his fingers tapping a rhythm on her thigh. They would be laughing, talking, sharing dreams and secrets, their love a warm beacon in the darkness.

But that was a fantasy, a cruel trick of her mind. The reality was that Harry was miles away, probably with her, the girl who had stolen his heart and shattered Y/N's world. The thought sent a fresh wave of pain through her, and she gripped the steering wheel tighter, her knuckles turning white.

And you're probably with that blonde girl Who always made me doubt She's so much older than me She's everything I'm insecure about Yeah, today I drove through the suburbs 'Cause how could I ever love someone else?

As Y/N pulled into the driveway of her childhood home, the tears had subsided, leaving behind a familiar hollowness. The house was dark, save for the faint glow emanating from the kitchen window, a testament to her mother's late-night baking habits. With a deep sigh, she turned off the engine, the silence amplifying the ache in her heart.

The memory of that fateful night replayed in her mind, each detail a fresh wound. The image of Nadine, with her effortless confidence and worldly charm, haunted her thoughts. At twenty, Nadine was a full two years older than Y/N, a lifetime in the eyes of an eighteen-year-old girl. She exuded a maturity and sophistication that Y/N felt she lacked, a stark contrast to the youthful innocence she still clung to.

The comparison was a constant source of insecurity, a nagging voice in the back of her mind that whispered she wasn't good enough, that she could never measure up to the woman who had stolen Harry's heart from her.

Y/N leaned her head against the steering wheel, a single tear escaping and tracing a path down her cheek. The driver's license clutched in her hand felt like a cruel irony, a reminder of the freedom she had gained but the love she had lost. She had imagined sharing this moment with Harry, their laughter filling the car as they embarked on new adventures together. Instead, she was alone, her dreams shattered, her heart aching for a love that was now nothing more than a bittersweet memory.

He was everything to her. Her first love, her best friend, the person she had shared her hopes and dreams with.

And now… he was nothing. Not even a part of her life.

The thought sent a fresh wave of pain through her, a tidal wave of grief that threatened to drown her. How could she ever love someone else after experiencing the intensity and passion of her relationship with Harry? Was it even possible to find a love that could compare?

And I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one And I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone Guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me

Y/N laid curled up in bed, the comforter pulled tight around her as if to ward off the chill of heartbreak that seeped into her bones. The silence of the night was broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the antique clock on her nightstand, a constant reminder of the passing time, the moments slipping away without Harry by her side.

She knew their relationship hadn't been without its flaws. They were young, passionate, and at times, volatile. There were misunderstandings, disagreements, and moments when their fiery personalities clashed. But beneath it all, there had been a love so intense, so consuming, that it had eclipsed everything else. A love that made her feel alive, invincible, like she could conquer the world with him by her side.

She knew they weren’t perfect, but she had never felt that way for no one.

A lump formed in her throat as she recalled the countless moments they had shared, the stolen kisses, the inside jokes, the whispered promises of forever.

She couldn’t imagine how he could be so okay now that she’s gone.

Her heart ached with a mixture of anger and longing. The images of him with Nadine, their laughter and shared glances plastered across the tabloids, twisted the knife deeper. How could he move on so easily, so effortlessly, while she was still drowning in the wreckage of their love?

A melody drifted through her mind, a bittersweet reminder of a night spent on the balcony of Harry's hotel room, overlooking the twinkling lights of London. It was a song he had written for her, a simple acoustic tune titled "Just a Little Bit of Your Heart." He had played it for her under the starlit sky, his voice filled with raw emotion as he sang of his love for her, just a few months back.

Guess he didn't mean what he wrote in that song about her.

At the thought, a bitter taste filled her mouth. The lyrics, once a testament to their love, now felt like a cruel mockery, a hollow echo of a promise that had been broken.

'Cause you said forever, now I drive alone past your street

It had been a week since that bittersweet day. A week since Y/N had received her driver's license, a milestone that should have been filled with joy and excitement. Instead, it had become a constant reminder of the love she had lost, the dreams that had shattered.

As she drove to her yoga class, Y/N found herself inexplicably drawn to Harry's house. Logic told her to stay away, to avoid the pain of possibly seeing him with someone else. But a yearning, a desperate hope for a glimpse of the familiar, pulled her towards the familiar tree-lined street.

She drove slowly, her eyes scanning the windows of his sprawling mansion. The lights were on, casting a warm glow that hinted at life within. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anticipation and dread. Was he home? Was Nadine with him? The thought sent a pang of jealousy through her.

Y/N circled the block, her eyes glued to the front door, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, even just a shadow passing by a window. But the house remained silent, its occupants hidden behind the veil of privacy.

Disappointment washed over her, a familiar wave of emptiness filling the void where her love for Harry once resided. She had come seeking closure, a fleeting moment of connection, but it seemed the universe had other plans.

With a sigh, Y/N turned the car around, the headlights illuminating the path ahead.

And all my friends are tired Of hearing how much I miss you, but I kinda feel sorry for them 'Cause they'll never know you the way that I do, yeah

The familiar aroma of freshly brewed coffee and cinnamon candles filled the air as Y/N settled onto the plush sofa in Sarah's living room. Her best friend, with her warm smile and comforting presence, had been a lifeline in the weeks since the breakup. Tonight, like many others, Sarah had opened her home, offering a safe haven where Y/N could shed her tears and vent her frustrations.

"I just don't understand," Y/N lamented, her voice thick with emotion. "How can he be so okay? How can he move on so quickly, like our entire relationship meant nothing to him?"

Sarah reached out, squeezing Y/N's hand in silent support. She had heard the same questions countless times, the same litany of grievances against Harry. She knew Y/N was hurting, and she wanted nothing more than to ease her pain.

"I know," Sarah said softly. "I know it hurts. But you're strong, and you'll get through this."

Y/N sighed, leaning back against the cushions. "I know you're tired of hearing me talk about him," she admitted, a hint of guilt in her voice. "I'm sorry. I just... I feel so lost without him."

"Don't apologize," Sarah reassured her. "I'm here for you, no matter what. But I do worry about you, Y/N. You need to start focusing on yourself, on moving forward."

Y/N nodded, knowing her friend was right. But it was easier said than done. Harry had been her everything, her first love, her confidante, her partner in crime. He had seen her at her best and her worst, had shared her dreams and fears. No one else could ever understand the depth of their connection, the unique bond they had shared.

After all, they both knew what it was to be young and in the spotlight. Y/N had been an actress since she was younger, navigating the pressures of Hollywood with all its glitz and scrutiny. Harry had experienced a meteoric rise to fame with One Direction, the world watching their every move. They had understood each other's struggles, the sacrifices they had made, the loneliness that came with being constantly in the public eye.

"It's just...," Y/N's voice trailed off, searching for the right words. "It's hard to imagine anyone else understanding what we went through, what we shared."

Sarah reached out, taking Y/N's hand in hers. "I know, babe," she said softly. "But you're not alone. You have so many people who love and care about you. And even though no one can replace Harry, there will be other people who will come into your life and bring you joy."

Y/N looked at her friend, grateful for the unwavering support. She knew Sarah was right, but the pain of losing Harry was still so raw, so consuming. She had loved him with all her heart, and the thought of moving on felt like a betrayal of their love, of the memories they had shared.

"I know," Y/N whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek. "I know you're right. But it's hard to imagine a future without him in it."

Today I drove through the suburbs And pictured I was driving home to you

The morning sun streamed through the sheer curtains of Sarah's guest room, casting a warm glow on Y/N's face. She stretched, a yawn escaping her lips as she blinked sleepily at the unfamiliar surroundings. The events of the previous night flooded back to her, the laughter, the tears, the shared confidences that had momentarily eased the ache in her heart.

As she dressed and made her way downstairs, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beckoned her towards the kitchen. Sarah was already there, humming along to a cheerful pop song as she prepared breakfast.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Sarah greeted her with a warm smile. "How'd you sleep?"

"Better than I have in weeks," Y/N admitted, accepting the steaming mug of coffee with gratitude.

The two friends settled at the kitchen island, enjoying their breakfast in comfortable silence. But as Y/N sipped her coffee, a familiar longing crept into her heart. She couldn't help but picture herself driving home to Harry after her sleepover, his warm embrace waiting for her at the end of the journey after being the night apart from each other.

She imagined him, his hair tousled, a sleepy smile on his face as he opened the door for her

But as quickly as the fantasy had formed, it dissolved, leaving behind a bitter taste in Y/N's mouth. She blinked back tears, reminding herself that it was just a dream, a cruel trick of her mind. Harry wasn't waiting for her. He was with Nadine now, their laughter and whispered conversations filling the void that Y/N had once occupied.

And with a heavy sigh, Y/N took another sip of her coffee, the bitter brew mirroring the bittersweet reality of her life.

#harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry imagine #harrystyles #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fic #harry styles series #famous!harry

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yuurivoice · 2 months ago

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We've hit the stage of Echoes of Evalas' creation that I'm spending a lot of my quiet time with scenes and characters, including time that is usually occupied by...well, nothing creative. At least, it hasn't been creative time in a long while.

Some of the dearest and most important moments of my young creative daydreaming was before bed. If I might overshare, it was specifically as I lay in bed and tried to drown out unpleasantness I'd hear from other rooms of the house. I'll spare you the details.

I didn't even have music at the time, though in later years as I became a depressed teen, I'd throw some music on my computer to fantasize and fall asleep to.

Oftentimes, these stories and characters I'd contemplate were favorites from various things I enjoyed. In time they'd adapt and evolve into something of my own, in worlds and stories of my own making.

Sometimes it wasn't so grand. There were no sweeping narratives or adventures. Just some self insert character being comforted by a friend or a lover.

Recent nights, I've thrown on my EoE playlist and let my mind wander. I haven't really done that in a long time. Haven't had the need to these days. I'm not running from much. Life is quiet. But as I start to turn over more stones and find what's beneath some of the characters and themes I'm exploring, I've found myself here again.

I don't know if anyone will love what I am making, and I never have. Every person who has let my characters and stories into their hearts means a whole lot to me, though. I've not forgotten when all of this was nothing more than a comfort to myself to soothe away all my fear and loneliness.

As it all starts to come together I'm seeing a stark difference between where I am at as a writer and creative in general in comparison to BitterSweet Chapter 1, as I've revisited it recently.

The pieces were there but it's so clear to me that I didn't have the conviction that I do now. I didn't have the comfort or security of knowing that I can take chances and be bold. I thought I had to color within the lines, and lacked the confidence to really let it rip.

So as much as I've been looking forward, I've also looked back. Further back than I typically like to.

When Charlie said he never thought he'd be this old, that was real shit man. I was a morbid kid. I have a crystal clear memory of being on a school bus in Washington state. Blink 182 just dropped an album. I hate Blink 182, but I listened with a friend whose face I can barely remember. As the high schoolers got on the bus I remember thinking...damn, I'll never be that old.

Not sure what could possess a child to feel that way. Or how that feeling could linger for years. It took a long time to find enough faith in myself to live. Now that I've got it, I think I'm encouraged to give breath to those lost dreams and wandering fantasies. Echoes of Evalas is an exploration of that.

I can't even grasp what that really means yet.

Things like faith, anger, insecurity, and longing for change. I've rattled a lot of locked doors while digging up this story and putting it together.

I am uneasy. That's probably how I've ended up writing this essay in bed, and boy is it a rambling one.

There was a point somewhere. I am excited for what's to come, but uneasy. Not out of fear that anyone will like it or content brained thinking like that. More like...a reverence for this magical thing I've found. Storytelling is magical for me. And that's not me waxing poetic, I think there's something terrifying and beautiful about it. It is the thing I was made to do, and the actual experience of crafting a story like this isn't just fun. I'm removing chains from my soul.

If that ain't magic, I don't know what is.

Anywho, I need to sleep. If you read all that, thank you for putting up with my yapping. 💖

#yuurivoice #i may wake up and delete this lol #it was on my heart to share i guess

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draco-glacialis · 5 days ago

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General Head canons for Agatha All Along

• Agatha and Rio have a mansion hidden in a forest somewhere. They lived there and raised Nicky there. It’s heavily warded and has gargoyles guarding it. It’s bigger inside then outside due to magic means. Biggest room is the multi-storey library. Has a room dedicated to various magic crafts. (Eg a potions room, ritual room etc).

• Lilia and Agatha can cook really well. Alice is decent enough at cooking. Jen can cook the basics but expects it to be like potions too much. Keep Billy and Rio out of the kitchen. Especially if you don’t want it to burn down.

• Jen and Lilia are best at taking care of themselves. (Heathy sleep schedule; eats 3 meals a day etc). Alice is decent at it but has some off days. Billy is your typical teenager. Agatha can and will go days without sleeping or eating. This is partially due to being on the move for over 3 centuries and never having a stable home. Rio is Rio. She’ll only really eat Agatha’s cooking (she doesn’t have to eat; Agatha is more likely to eat this way) (she also doesn’t have to sleep; Agatha sleeps better when with Rio).

• Agatha drives a 1970 Dodge Charger (purple and black)

• Alice has a Ducati Monster.

• Rio knows all the languages due to being Death. Lilia, Alice and Agatha are multilingual.

• Lilia is like a grandmother figure to the coven. You pick a fight with Lilia you pick a fight with all of them.

• Post Road the coven try to reign in Agatha’s more homicidal tendencies. She begrudgingly becomes more chaotic neutral rather than chaotic evil. (She still kills it’s just not first course of action).

• Agatha makes a suspicious amount of cannibalism jokes. No one can tell if she’s actually joking or not. (Not even Rio).

• Lilia is the one to notice that Agatha doesn’t take care of herself. She’s the one to encourage Agatha to eat at least one meal a day.

• Post Road Jen makes her business more legitimate (no more law suits etc).

• Alice decides to bug Agatha into teaching her magic and witchcraft. She grew up hearing stories of Agatha (both good and bad; Agatha is shorter then she imagined)

• Part of the reason Jen hates Agatha so much is due to the rumours of Agatha trading her son for the Darkhold. Jen was a midwife and has a soft spot for children especially new borns.

• Agatha is actually a very creative and artistic person. In a quiet moment if she’s not learning she’s drawing/painting/doing photography. She has multiple bookcases to photo albums she has filled with pictures she’s taken. She also has paintings around the house; all works she’s done from her memories.

• A downside of Agatha being a creative person is that it 100% influences her darker side. She can get very creative when it comes to murder/causes malevolent chaos. This is made worse after she lose Nicky and Rio and later herself in grief and anger/fury.

• She also has photos from Westview. When Billy starts to remember the Hex she shows him the pictures she took. Later when he reunites with the rest of the Maximoffs she gives the album to them as a gift.

• Alice and Agatha have multiple piercings.

• They both also have tattoos. Agatha has various runes.

#I had a post queued on this #it was a pretty long one #and I accidentally deleted it #never been so disappointed in myself #fucking audibly gasped #when I realised #Agatha all along #Agatha Harkness #rio vidal #lilia calderu #alice wu gulliver #jennifer kale #billy maximoff #I still have more headcanons lol

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minggukieology · 2 years ago

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편지- Letter ✍️

Now that the dust has settled, I found a peaceful moment in the afternoon to sit down in silence and listen to Letter while trying to unpack all my thoughts. This lengthy post will be more in the tone of my personal stance and connection with the song, omitting going into too much detail about the grammar and explaining Korean expressions but still I will try to explain how the song makes an impression with the specific language used.

My reflections:

From the beginning onwards, the song sounds very delicate, while Jimin is singing to us in the polite form and bringing up multiple themes that are characteristic for the ARMY fandom and our path with the boys over the years: the desert, the sea, the cold winter and a warm spring day... He is wishing us to be happier and for this to last forever, while promising to be there when you feel like falling and cherishing all the memories we made together.

In that way, I, as a listener, am in a headspace where I am reminiscing on our story with Jimin as an idol and all we've been through together with him (and trust me, if you have joined just recently, there has been a lot darker times)...

Though as the song progresses and as the refrain comes on, the urgency to express his emotions intensifies together with the instrumental. And this is where Jungkook's vocals come in too. Jimin with the help of Jungkook is suddenly singing in a casual (lower politiness) form as if directly trying to reach out to the person on the listening end individually, addressing every line with a higher intensity and more personally. It just feels more intimate, even more earnest and more powerful. Moreover, the lyrics and chosen words feel more targeted at an individual rather than towards a group (even the scrapped lyrics felt more like he was writing towards a single person in this section).

Whatever the reason for Jungkook's appearance in this part, it makes the emotional impact even more convincing.

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No matter what angle you may choose, Letter is an incredibly heartfelt track packed with strong emotions. I believe it's a song for ARMY and at the same time it is a song for someone in Jimin's life that has been his lifeline and his strong heart connection to them prompted him to write these lyrics woven with thick emotions.

That being said, Jimin sharing this unique space with Jungkook to support him in his emotional expression with his hidden layered vocals and some more audible backing vocals speaks volumes. Just the fact that Jungkook is present on a track (and on the most intense and personal part of the track) where Jimin is earnestly trying to deliver a message to the listener from the depths of his heart is special, no matter how anyone subjectively wants to interpret the song and its content: Do you think they are singing directly to ARMY? Great! I'd argue having someone that shares the same love and commitment, understands what you're feeling and is able to channel the same emotions as you, and as a testament to your bond you let them contribute to your own artistic expression with theirs, is incredibly precious.

There are things that Jimin will never comment on, so I doubt we will ever find out how this song and Jungkook's feature came to be besides what we already heard. Jimin is incredibly smart in how he tailors his message and communication with the broader audience. Thus, while on the surface the public sees him dancing sensually with female dancers, a longer careful look would give you a view of the half-half makeup and other dichotomies in the choreo/concepts, specifically chosen pieces of clothing, specially crafted details in the performance sets, etc. And the same thing applies to the song Letter too. Only after listening closely, you'll get to uncover layer by layer what lies hidden in this "hidden" track. On top of that, Jungkook casually showing he learnt the chords for this song in a random live broadcast out of nowhere prior to the release of the album just shows there is more to the story than we'll be ever told.

Personally, I will be keeping this song close to my heart and holding onto it until their military service concludes. It has become my own lifeline to my life as a fan and getting to hear Jimin and Jungkook together delivering these precious words is something I will cherish forever 🙏

#jimin #face #letter #jungkook #reflections #민꾸기 #edited for typos

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seat-safety-switch · 7 months ago

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At the flea market, there's always something great to be had. Sometimes it's something obvious, like a cool Proto-branded wrench at the bottom of a bin full of scrap wrenches. Or it's an album from a band you've never heard of that you pick up on impulse, one that becomes your all time favourite. Or it's the curse you pick up from the weird old lady who runs the honey booth, the one that makes you awaken in the middle of the night, having set fire to a rival meadery without any memory of doing so. All classic moments, but there's one person that really doesn't belong at the flea market.

First, let me explain the context. In my part of the world, food trucks are extraordinarily expensive. I don't mean the truck itself, although buying the fancy kitchen parts for it can get wallet-scorchingly unpleasant. No, I mean the license to run it. You have to submit to all these interviews in order to get approvals, and regular inspections, and file registration fees every quarter. Bureaucracy run mad, if you ask me.

When I was a kid, you used to be able to buy a clapped-out old Econoline and sling burgers and fries out of it into whatever jobsite you decided to stop at. Then, once Big Bylaw started opening the dictionary to look up how to spell "ptomaine," you just went to the next one or laid low for a little while. Nowadays, hipster food that isn't big enough to merit a truck? That food is in a booth at the flea market.

Now, the food is perfectly alright. You've got ramen with hot sauce, ramen with a different hot sauce, and ramen with a third hot sauce. If you're there early enough, you can get a fourth booth's limited-edition ramen with soy sauce and hot sauce. I like this food. What I don't like is that these booths are pushing out the traditional flea-market supplier, sketchy dudes who are trying to sell stolen video games, old car parts, and tools. I can only eat one $18.99 bowl of artisanal craft ramen at lunch, but I can fill my entire hockey bag with tools of whose origin the cops will ask questions about.

If someone doesn't do something soon, the flea market will become a food market. I'll have to go back to getting my deals the traditional way: scaring suburbanites at their domestic garage sales. Nobody wants that! Not least because there's no decent restaurant within walking distance of a cul-de-sac-laden exburb for when my Plymouth blows its radiator after creeping along at 5 km/h all morning.

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taylorswiftstyle · 11 months ago

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Taylor Swift Sells Out Stadiums, Movie Theaters—and Clothes

Sarah Chapelle has compiled the most comprehensive archive of Swift’s outfits on her blog, Taylor Swift Style, and is working on a book about the singer’s approach to fashion. In the 12 years since she started the blog, Chapelle said, Swift’s style has remained “consistently and unabashedly feminine.”

She noted that Swift crafts her personal style around her different eras the same way she does her music. During her darker “Reputation” chapter, for example, she wore a lot of black, dark green, camouflage and snake print. In one of two music videos for “Delicate,” a song on that album, Swift wore pastel nail polish, which Chapelle said tipped fans off to the palette she had planned for her “Lover” era.

“She uses [fashion] as a communication tool,” said Chapelle. “That’s how her songs work: taking a certain moment in time and a certain way she felt and permanently encasing it in song to create a lasting memory.”

Taylor Swift crafts her personal style around her different eras the same way she does her music, noted Sarah Chapelle, who runs the blog Taylor Swift Style.

#tss news

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markerofthemidnight · 1 month ago

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I made a list of all the DoaI characters we know of so far and any information on them that might be relevant, use this for theory-crafting (and correct me if you think there’s anything I should add):

Dreams of an Insomniac - Characters

Volume 0 - Haunted Halloween PSA

Tommy Merrick

Overarching story’s protagonist

Visiting old family home, vaguely recognises the things on the tapes and even knows a Veldigun (possibly either Winfrey or Simon) personally

Has to do something in Lankmann’s Asylum (post-collapse)

Owen Grady

Reporter who wrote the OG Bizzare Break-In article

Rick Graham

Owner of Grimmso’s

Sean Grim

Listed as “Sceptical Civillian” in Volume 0, but his segment of the report was shown to be scripted in In Loving Memory

“To think they said our small-town representative was corrupt…” <- possibly Lankmann?

(see Volume 1 segment for Alex Williams)

Officer Kenneth Krueger

Father of Klaus Krueger

Attacked by Clyde in 1986/7(?), became riddled with Veldigun cooties, and was experimented on by Lankmann until his death in 1996

Death was faked in 1987, claiming he had hung himself in his son’s closet (complete with a forged suicide note, which may possibly be a real note twisted to look like one due to the heavy distortion and blurring of the final paragraph?)

Mortimer Grey

In-house animator for the Lankmann Foundation

Most famous for work on cartoon series Candy Mouse

Possibly riddled with Veldigun cooties?

Mr. Wilson

Father of Sam Wilson, one of the children “eaten” by Clyde on Halloween ‘86

Got “eaten” by Clyde the following January

Wife still alive by the time Family Photo Album takes place, or at least wasn’t “eaten” by Clyde

Clyde, or “The Smiling Snatcher”

The first(?) Veldigun to make itself known in Eastridge County

“Infant” (by Veldigun standards) during the events of Halloween ‘86

Used to hunt children, now has a preference for adults

Uses taunting and psychological manipulation to get to its victims

Can wear the skin of its victims, though wether this is literal or just an extension of its hallucinations is unknown

Volume 1 - Foundation Archives

Alex Williams

Lives on 66 Elk Crescent

Partial witness to Halloween ‘86, was interviewed by ECN shortly afterwards on the same night(?)

Was put under “witness protection” by the Lankmann Foundation, borderline forced to join the asylum shortly after its founding

Going to meeting with someone “very dangerous” after the events of the recording of Volume 1

Someone that they care about has been “hurt” by the Lankmann Foundation, in a mysterious incident that will probably be touched on in the mini-volumes

Doctor Herbert Lankmann

Founded the Lankmann Foundation in 1990(?) with money inherited from his late father (who he probably murdered)

Pays the police to hide all the unethical things he does

Has mechanical hands and screens fitted into/replacing his eyes (likely a more accurate and trustworthy version of the goggles?)

Became more aggressive, alongside the Caretakers, after an unknown “incident” (likely the aforementioned one that hurt one of Alex’s friends)

Patient 66

Lived on 45 Elk Crescent

Abducted from her home by the Caretakers for unknown reasons

Described as “about in her 30s” by Alex, shows no obvious sign of mental illness and is physically fine

Went into Room 66, encountered Winfrey and didn’t die???? (the first time at least)

Probably died the second time (and got her voice stolen)

The Caretakers

Silent, stoic henchmen of Lankmann

Wear masks and goggles at all times

Winfrey, or “Specimen 02”

14-foot tall Veldigun, kept within Room 66 in the Lankmann Foundation

Auditory hallucinations come in the form of distant music, the knocking of doors and windows, the voices of people who aren’t actually there, etc

Took the voice of (and probably killed) Patient 66 the second time it encountered her

All things in mind might actually be pretty passive for a Veldigun? (didn’t kill Alex when they first entered either)

#dreams of an insomniac #doai #doai theory #Pastra #pastraspec

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hearts4youz · 1 year ago

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The Captains Daughter -Chapter 6-

A/N: This chapter is a bit longer, finally writing some real action!! Expect chapters to be a lot less... boring from here on out. The first couple chapters were slow for the purpose of developing the plot and characters and yada yada yada. But anyways- I hope yall enjoy this chapter!!

Word count: 2k

Reader pov:

You flopped on your bed after dinner. Anticipation for the mission tomorrow morning rendering you unable to sleep. Your eyes flicked to the open duffle bag on the floor, clothes spilling out of it. Sighing you got up from your bed and moved towards the bag, picking up discarded clothes as you did. You opened the plain wooden drawers in your bedroom and placed your clothes in them, organizing them by shirts, pants, socks and whatnot. At the bottom of the bag was the one personal item you were allowed to bring, your photo album. Smiling, you reached down and picked up the binder. It was decorated with pink glitter, paint, and other craft materials. You made it with your friends in middle school, it was almost full now. Inside were pictures in as close to chronological order as you could get. You flipped open the binder, the glossy cover protected each of the pages, gliding past your fingers as you turned each page.

At the beginning of the book was pictures from your first birthday, your parents were still together. Your father's eyes squinted shut from his wide grin, you had cake all over your face and sported a huge smile of your own to match his. Your mother however, smiled less enthusiastically than your dad, a faraway look in your eyes. You frown as you focused on her. You didn't remember her much, one of the only memories you had of her being the night she left.

You were three years old, your father had finished your bedtime routine over an hour ago, but you remained wide awake.

"I can't do this anymore John," you heard your mom yell from the kitchen.

"Emilia. please, for Y/N," "please," you heard your fathers pleas.

"John," your mother said quieter, voice breaking.

"I was never meant to be a mother, I love you, so, so much but.." her voice was breaking as her sentance trailed off.

"You can't just leave me, you can't just leave your daughter because parenting isn't for you." "We're supposed to be in this together"

Your father sounded more upset now

"John I-" "You know how I feel about throwing my life away for a kid,"

"Throwing away your life? can you hear yourself right now?" he raised his voice.

"Yes, I can't even go out anymore cause I have to watch her"

"Y/N is the best thing that has ever happened to us, she is our life now." your dad yelled.

"Maybe she's yours, but she sure as hell will never be mine," your mom screamed.

You didn't understand the severity of the situation. You didn't understand why your dad stomped up the stairs, quiet sniffles leaving his nose.

You didn't understand why your dad hugged you tighter then usual before he dropped you off at preschool the next morning, or why he was always sad and drinking.

You didn't understand why mom wasn't coming home.

You closed the book. You didn't have any emotion at the thought of that night, you hardly knew your mother, never saw her again. Your dad explained it to you once you were old enough, once he was over it. The two of you did just fine alone.

Besides, there's a mission tomorrow, which deserves your focus. No need to reminisce on old memories. You laid down on the subpar mattress, falling asleep shortly after.

The next morning you awoke to your alarm blaring once again. Following your normal routine, you got dressed, splashed your face with cold water, brushed your teeth, and made sure your gear was set for the mission. You made sure your pack had everything you needed as well, forgetting something on your first mission wouldn't be very impressive.

You need to prove yourself, you thought. For your team, especially your father and Ghost. Your dad believed in you, you needed to make sure you lived up to his expectations. The harder task, proving to Ghost that you belonged in the 141.

Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you took one last look at your room, scanning for something you could have possibly forgot, and left.

The 141 gets to skip breakfast in order to get the mission done, you were grateful you were missing out on rock hard "pancakes," if you could even call them that.

You were told to meet in the bay, where they kept the vehicles. The plan was to take a Humvee to the drop location, hopefully the area would be clear of infadels, and you could be back by mid afternoon.

You took the stairwell down to the bay, which was basically a glorified parking garage, meeting up with Gaz along the way.

"You ready kid?" he grinned, looking intimidating in full gear. You on the other hand, looked like a kid in grown-ups clothes. Your boots were a size too large, tripping you up occasionally. Your tactical vest hung loose off your stomach. You really did look like a kid compared to the burly men in your squad.

"Ready as i'll ever be," you cringed at the corny reply you let slip out of your mouth. Gaz chuckled.

Gaz briefed you on what to expect as you descended the stairs, missions like these were routine, easy. He had told you.

You felt butterflies in your stomach, slight nervousness setting in as you entered the bay, which Gaz assured you was normal.

You reached the spot where the vehicle was parked, Ghost was already there, having a smoke. He nodded towards the two of you as you neared. You muttered a hello as he offered Gaz a cigarette. He held the packet out to you, offering you one.

"No thanks, I don't smoke," you stated.

Ghost scoffed, "You will eventually."

You furrowed your brows, wondering what he meant.

The three of you stood in silence waiting for the rest of the group. Price was next to arrive, then Soap and Alejandro. Once you were gathered, Your father went over the mission once more, then climbed into the drivers seat. Ghost entered the passenger side, Gaz and soap jumped into the middle row, leaving you and Alejandro with the very back seats.

The drive was mostly silent, until about halfway through when your dad kicked on the radio. It was set to some country station, your father hummed the tune, a few of the men nodded along to the song. After around three hours the vehicle slowed, merging onto a dirt road, after a few miles you came upon a small town, few people milled around the streets. Startled when they saw the armored military vehicle turning up the dusty path.

You came upon a run down building at the edge of the town, you were exposed to anything. If enemies were here, they surely saw you rolling into town. You didn't move a muscle when the car stopped, awaiting orders.

The fear really set in now, the severity of what could happen if there were in fact enemies hiding out in this building.

Your monologue was cut short by the sound of Soap slamming his door shut. You jumped up, startled.

"Relax," Alejandro chuckled.

You sighed, relieved that it wasn't gunshots.

The six of you piled out of the car, grouping up in front of the building. You all stared at Price, waiting for his input.

"Let's get in and get out, If anyone is inside they surely know we have arrived. I would have preferred a stealthier entrance, but I was given close to no information about the area to go off of." He said, any trace of your soft, caring father gone. Replaced by the stone faced military man he reserved for work.

You took in your surroundings, the building was old and weathered. Part of the roof was caved in, moss crawled across the damaged siding. Cracked windows decorated the outside, allowing for a look into the unfurnished building.

The group carried out protocol wordlessly, peering into windows to check for danger, planning entrance and exit routes, and assessing the situation. Everyone seemed to have a job, you were lost in the middle of it. Your father was too focused on the task at hand to help you.

Ghost noticed your slight distress and beckoned you over. He was crouched by a ground level window, pointing at something inside. You stood directly in front of the window, trying to make out what Ghost was pointing at, when you were taken to the ground by a large mass.

The wind was knocked out of you as you looked up at Ghost who was now on top of you.

"Stupid, Rookie mistake." he uttered.

"Is there anything inside that lump three feet above your fucking ass?" He spat.

"My what?" your voice trembled.

"Your head you twat."

"He probably saw you, you fucking imbecile," his words bit into your heart, tugging on the strings.

"He?" you gasped.

"Yes, you twat. There's a soldier in there with our supplies," he said, getting off of you, pushing his boot into your stomach after he stood, for good measure. As if you weren't humiliated enough, there was now a dusty footprint across your body.

Gathering yourself, you stood. Crouching behind the Lieutenant as he steadied his gun, taking aim at the man through the broken glass. A moment later you heard the crack of gunfire and the thump of a body hitting the ground. Ghost had hit his target and moved away from the window, flattening himself and you against the siding before anyone inside could return fire.

Your radio crackled as Ghost briefed the others on the events. Price gave instructions in return.

"Stay close," Ghost murmured in your ear, grasping your arm and leading you around the back of the building. With your free hand, you unholstered your own gun.

You followed Ghost as he rounded the corner. You heard the shouts in the distance as the fighting ensued.

Your radios crackled, "Entering the premises," said Gaz.

Ghost responded, "We're around the back, entering on that side."

Another voice chimed in, "Y/N how copy?"- your dad.

"With Ghost,"

"Copy" The back door was slightly ajar, Ghost kicked it open then stepped to the side for cover, nothing happened and he stepped inside.

The room you entered smelled of mildew and soot. It clearly hasn't been used for its original purpose in years. Pieces of drywall lay on the ground, pieces of broken glass mixed into the mess. Old, torn, and stained furniture was scattered throughout.

You scanned the seemingly empty area. Ghost did the same. Concluding that the coast was clear, the two of you walked further into the building. You suddenly heard the sounds of a skirmish above you. Grunting and banging, sounds of someone hitting the floor.

Gunshots

You and Ghost exchanged a glance before frantically searching for a way upstairs, hoping that the slain wasn't one of your teammates.

Ghost pressed a button on his radio. Once the two of you were officially lost. "Anyone caught in the fight upstairs?"

"Negative," multiple voices said.

Price took over the comms to give more orders.

"We've taken out about five so far. An unknown number remain. Stay cautious. Our supplies are supposed to be at the top floor. Lets meet up there. Once we have as much as we can carry we leave. If you meet an... infidel, you have permission to kill."

"Copy"

To be continued...

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promise me you'll run 🍎

KINKTOBER 2024 | DAY THIRTEEN - ROLEPLAY & AFTERCARE

writing him again is like running into the arms of your childhood bestie you ended up fucking around with as adults, and man, did i jump headfirst in this time.

NSFW | Word Count: 900 | Leslie Vernon x Female Reader contains predator/prey, implied outdoor sex, weaponplay, mild masochism, the mask kink is sorta there if you want it to be, fluff, the labors of love when being les' final gal 🎼: x, x (dude i listened to thirteenth step like as a whole while writing and editing this over it's his album in my head now)

Running like the orchard never ended, a freedom you let yourself have and forgetting about the rest of the world beyond the worn down fences. When your time on earth ended, you liked to think this is where your spirit would land: running from him, destined to bump into each other but knowing his quirks just well enough to never stay together for long.

He always pursued, and you were the pursued.

He would catch you, and in a scuffle you always got yourself on the ground, making it hard for anything else to happen besides pinning. Transporting you wasn't going to be a fight you took laying down besides in a literal sense. Clumsy in your own nature and so trusting of your surroundings, you even let yourself roll a little, stopped by a skittering hand against hard dirt and scattered rocks, digging into gentle flesh of the palm. He’d then stand on your back, a slash against your temple in warning from the sickle and sticky, hot blood and searing pain throb in your head.

You’d snarl like an animal, push back against the sole of his boot until he lost his balance – then run before giving him a second look. The chase was on again with momentary, but sloppier hiding places. He’d find you, scare the voice from your lungs, the heat from your face – and then it’d rush back in with the game as you took off running again, pumping through your body like a tumble of a washing machine, cleaning the stagnant feelings and sensations from your person and making you feel more alive than anything else could.

His and your wills would then slip when the final hunt had come to a close, much like you had tumbled to the ground multiple times, and then the sliding of a warm shaft between your legs, and the noise you tried so hard to keep to yourself reverberating against the mask. His hands broken out in cold sweat as they trail up your neck and hold you for a moment, more of a warning or practice for the real act as he looks into your eyes, trying to appear cold and uncaring but unable to keep from creasing as you go limp. The rub of the tree bark on the back of your head as you lolled your neck under his fingers, allowing him to see the exposed skin, feel the thrum of your jugular.

Just in case he would decide to end it here and now, a nonverbal showing that you could die happy like that.

Your eyes opened again, reeling in the fresh memory in the shelter of your shared home with him. A white mug of warm cider came into your peripherals. Returning to the moment at hand, you smiled up at Leslie as he came in from the other room, the facepaint and garb already off his body and face, loose pajama bottoms and a thermal sweater on him now.

“Here. You sure earned this, cutie pie.” He spoke so warmly now, and you nearly flustered all over to hear the shift and recognize it as the same person that was pinning you up against the shed maybe half an hour ago. When people that brutal, that devoted to the craft softened around you, it felt like an utter privilege to bask in.

You couldn’t stay off him when he got too close, immediately setting the mug down and fumbling into his lap when he sat on the couch with you, and you asked, “Can we do that again some time?”

“Don’t see why not. It’s great practice for your cardio and my grappling.” He replied just as eagerly, then touched the part of your forehead reflecting under the warm light of the living room. “Let’s just make sure you heal first before we get crazy again, though.”

“I didn’t think I could run like that, either.” You mentioned, and Leslie quickly explained, “That's the beauty of adrenaline, all this magical stuff happens to the human body when you’re under that kind of stress. Good on you for playing the part, the perfect partner for all the games I like to play.”

You relaxed against him, and agreed, “It sounds like a plan to me, can’t wait to do it again.” He draped an arm over your shoulders, trying not to sound so elated as he commented, “It’s wild, I’ve never come across a girl who..." He trailed off, a hand coming up as if to grab the word out in front of him, so close yet so far from the tip of his tongue. "Lets me chase her like you do, it’s a goddamn dream. You know what Eugene once said to me when the time came for me to find someone like you crossing my path, [Y/N]?”

You wrinkled your nose in a smile, looking down at your lap. “Turn the other way?”

Instantly, you let out an involuntary yelp as he squeezed his arms around your waist, melting into laughter as he nearly pressed all the air out of your body in one hug.

“You take her, and you squeeze the daylights out of her-“ He strained, but when you looked at him his voice fell quiet, relaxing his hold around you he almost brushed his eyelashes against yours.

“And you're damned if you ever let her go.”

#leslie vernon x reader #slasher x reader #kinktober 2024 #notsfw #✏️#🍎

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