#EnH

[theothernads]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ ❛❛ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 - 𝐘𝐉𝐖 ❞ ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

♡ྀི ₊ ❛❛𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬❞ ☰

Synopsis: ₊˚⊹♡

With the third magical academic year starting, you and Jungwon plan to have a normal school year and complete many goals. Except, you have to earn Enchantix with your frequent burn-outs, and Jungwon wants to become a full-fledged warrior and push past his anxiety. With their own goals in mind, they feel like 2 idiots that keep meeting by chance. However, when mysterious events threaten the magical kingdoms and schools, the specialists and fairies have to figure out the culprit and save the magical universe. But fate has other plans for their adventures and for your ‘coincidental’ meeting with Jungwon.

☰ TAGS: Winx Club smau, enhypen smau, slow-ass burn fic, violence, action and adventure, angst, college smau, fantasy au, strangers to lovers

╰┈➤𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 (comment or give an ask<3)

𝖸𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝖩𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗐𝗈𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 ౨ৎ ⋆｡˚

➤ft. NewJeans, Enha, TXT, BTS, esp, Jungkook, Itzy, Le Sserafim

⚠️Warning: swearing, violence, manipulation, family problems, over-exertion, anxiety, kys joks, sexual jokes, suggestive/smut (idk, tbh??), health problems, crime

⤷do not proceed if u have a problem/sensitivity to any of those topics

ᯓᡣ𐭩[NADDI NOTES]: I am sorry for discontinuing the last Jungwon story, but um, here u go, lmao??? REBLOGS, LIKES, COMMENTS are very much appreciated <3 also, idk why the banner looks so crusty. But I promise, if u tap on it, it will look clearer. L tumblr

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⋆ཐིཋྀᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs:.ೃ࿔*:･. .���︎ ݁˖ :

PROFILES: the fairies🧚‍♀️. || PROFILE: the specialists

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ 𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗜: 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗥𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝘇𝘃𝗼𝘂𝘀 ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

CHAPTER 1: back here again

CHAPTER 2: WE DID NOT FUCK

CHAPTER 3: the "W word"😭

CHAPTER 4: stress-baking

CHAPTER 5: I'm not into apex predators😒

CHAPTER 6: OH, it's YOU⁉️

CHAPTER 7: I may die??

CHAPTER 8: Why i don't f with dragons

CHAPTER 9: ur kinda a snitch 😐

CHAPTER 10: I'm not stressed abt a girl 🧍🏻‍♀️

CHAPTER 11: Drama Queen

CHAPTER 12: Attention hoe

CHAPTER 13: oh...

Tba...

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Do not copy/reupload my work. All rights are reserved to me. I worked hard to create my plot, so do not steal any of it otherwise you will be reported immediately, and I will have a go at you.

Any locations, characters used in this book DO NOT have a relevance to real life. Any event resembling anything to real life is coincidence. I do not condone harmful behaviours. This is fiction. It is all for entertainment purposes.

☰ [ENHA NAVIGATION]

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊[TAGLIST]: @dreamiestay @melancholy-z @n1k1mura @wensurr @jiiyen @jwonistic

[heeheesang]

as sweet as you. | lee heeseung.

warning! mentions of vape and making out!

"we should really stop vaping and smoking, heeseung. it's bad for our health," i said as i inhaled through my device, the sweet flavour of nicotine mixed with guava and peach filling my buds as i exhaled the smoke.

"we should but, we can't. it's bad for our health and you're bad for my health too," heeseung said as he took the device from my hand and inhaled the toxic air.

"me? why am i bad for your health?" i asked, confused as i sat up and faced him on the couch, turning my whole body towards him as he chuckles.

"because, this vape is as sweet as you. i can practically taste your lips from this thing." heeseung explains as i rolled my eyes playfully, "ha ha, very funny lee heeseung... but do my lips realky taste like that..?"

without hesitation, heeseung placed his hand on my jaw and leaned in. our lips touched as he deepens the kiss, not letting go for a split second for us to catch our breath. as we pulled away, he licked his lips and nodded, "definitely tastes like guava peach."

"oh.." a bright tint of pink flushed my cheeks as i cupped my cheeks, hiding my blush. "aw, my princess is shy? how adorable."

"oh shut up." i grabbed the back of his neck and leaned in for a kiss. i moved towards his lap and sat down on it as he wrapped his arms around my waist, lightly squeezing it as he slips his tongue into my mouth, battling with each other's tongues.

oh boy, this was gonna be a longgg night.

a short drabble!!

[dearmura]

sight for sore eyes

cw. Mentions of self consciousness, mental breakdowns, academic stress, mild cursing

☆ genre. angst, comfort, fluff

☆ pairings. non-idol! Riki × fem! reader

☆ synopsis. Seeing y/n slowly lose herself in the midst of grades, riki brings you down to Earth and gives you much needed comfort (def not based on my own academic validation...)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Babyyy

Are you busy:(((

Checking your phone with sigh, you peel your eyes away from your notes, smiling bittersweetly at his text. How you wish you had the time to give the boy the attention he deserves. Wish you didn't care so much about some goddamn numbers. Wish you could for just this once be happy and not beat yourself up. With a frown, you text back at an agonizing pace, forcing yourself to type the painful words he's heard too many times

I'm sorry babe

I have a test tomorrow I can't afford to flunk it :(

I promise we'll hang out another time

As you send the last message, a hot tear rolls down your cheek, knowing he didn't deserve these empty promises. You hesitate to put down your phone, desperately wanting to talk to the boy but you knew deep down you couldn't

A few seconds pass before another message rolls in, unlocking your screen, your eyes are met with a single word

Wait

At that point, you can't stop the tears from flowing. Sinking your face into your arms, you hold your head, breath hitching and hands shaking. Your hours worth of picture-perfect, font-like notes probably washed away by your tears but you didn't seem to care. You just wished you could be numb to it all

You ponder his message

Wait?

Wait?

What was that supposed to mean? Was he sick of your lame excuses? Sick of your inability to make time for him? Sick of your overachieving attitude?

Sick of you?

Your breath quickens impossibly. You knew you were overthinking, you always did. Getting self-conscious over little things like this? You're overthinking. Analyzing a question too much? You're overthinking. Asking too many goddamn questions because you can't fathom the thought you're not as perfect as you want to be? You're overthinking. You've heard it too many times to deny it, hell, you believed it yourself

If you knew you were overthinking, why couldn't you tell yourself that? After being told so many times, why did you still believe you weren't good enough? Why do you still beat yourself up day in and day out about dumb mistakes and things completely out of your control?

Because you were greedy. Greedy for it all. You hated to admit it but that word quite sums you up. Greedy for the No. 1 spot. Greedy for validation. Greedy for praise. Greedy for his attention. Greedy for someone who cared...

Well look how that ended up for you

Before you could think further, you hear a knock at the door, snapping you out of your thoughts. It's was 11 at night, who could be at the door? With a tear stained shirt, puffy eyes and red cheeks, you peek through the window only to see a figure undeniably belonging to your beloved boyfriend

Answering the door with a confused look, you immediately hear him rambling on

"I'm so sorry I took so long to get here. I didn't know so many convenience stores close so early. I hope you don't mind I got the party size chips, I sensed a long night so I thought we'd...need it" His eyes eventually meet your red ones. In an instant, he closes the door behind him, dropping everything in his hands and pulling you in a hug, chin resting atop your head, placing a kiss on your hair

The simple action broke down your dam walls, making you break out into full on sobs, clawing at his back desperately, almost as if doing so would ground you somehow, give you control over your own mind

"Shhhh that right, angel, let it all out" He whispers softly, rubbing soothing circles onto your back, holding your head in the crook of his neck as he caressed your hair

Feeling the warmth of his body, you hold him tighter, nuzzling your face into his neck, finding his cologne intoxicatingly soothing

After a few minutes, you pulled away, wiping your eyes with the cuff of your sweater

"T-thank you k-ki" you sniff, speaking through hiccups

"Take all the time you need, angel" he reassures you, rubbing soothing circles on your cheek with his thumb. You instantly lean into his touch

Leading you into your bedroom, he sits you down on your bed, holding your hands gently

You begin " 's just, 'm really stressed about school. I feel like I have no control over what's around me. I'm drowning in my own fucking mistakes. And you...I'm being so selfish, taking away your time and brushing you off whenever you want to hang out. I'm so so sorry, ki. From the bottom of my heart, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm not good enough for you. I'm sorry I care so fucking much for my grades and push you aside. Im sorry i-" As you feel another tear roll down your cheek, a pair of lips meet yours.

You can't help but melt into the kiss, straddling his lap and playing with the hair on his nape, another tear rolling down your cheek at the pure sensitivity. You needed the proximity, the comfort, the touch

He smiles against your lips at your desperateness, bringing his thumb to your cheek to wipe your tears before gently holding your waist

The kiss wasn't rushed or heated but rather slow and gentle. He knew just what you needed, reading your mind like it was his own

Slowly pulling away, he kept a hand on your waist, the other tucking a strand of hair behind your ear

"Angel, I want you to know that I'm so so so fucking proud of you. You never fail to wow me every day. And it really breaks my heart seeing you beat yourself up like this. How I wish I could be there to kiss these beautiful lips whenever you doubt yourself, angel. You may think you're flawed but you are quite possibly the most beautiful, most loving, most intelligent, more hardworking, most deligent girl I know. So don't you fucking dare doubt yourself. You're doing so good, angel, I really wish you could see yourself through my eyes. Wish you could love yourself as much as you love others. As much as you love me" He whispers the last part

"It's okay to give yourself a break, beautiful. Take care of yourself. You're life doesn't revolve around your grades. Yes it's important but so are you, angel. It's okay to mess up, it's okay to fall, I know you have the strength to brush it off and keep going. Chasing perfection is digging an endlessly deep hole for yourself that leads absolutely no where. As much as I call you perfect, you're not babe, but that's what I love about you. The way snot comes out of your nose when you laugh too hard. The way you sleep with your mouth open. The way broccoli gets stuck in your teeth. I love it. Love it all. Love you" He breathes out his words, eyes locked on your lips

You blush intensely at his words, hitting his shoulder before hiding your face with your hands

"You're gonna make me cry again, ki~" You whine is faux annoyance, making him giggle

Taking your face in his hands, he forces your gaze to meet his

"I love you so much, angel, never forget that" He speaks before placing a peck on your lips, getting up from your bed and walking toward your desk

"Now about that test, sounds like you need a study buddy" he clears his throat

"Number 1, what is the p...ur..pose of the mi...to..chon...y/n I can't read shit, what is medieval looking handwriting" he deadpans with a devastating smile

You burst into a fit of laughter, playfully punching his side at his words. He feigns an injury, dramatically falling back on the bed, grabbing you with him. As you both giggle, you lean into his ear and whisper a soft

"I love you too, darling"

Fin

[dollsahoy]

The skirt made from thrifted fabric is a good match for this sweater a friend surprised me with last year

[peonicons]

⠀:· ͜░ * ⠀⠀⠀sunoo ⠀⠀𓏟ী ⠀⠀layouts⠀⠀⠀ 𐙚༺

like or reblog if use/save.

[sunoofiles]

240614 | GMP AIRPORT ARRIVAL

©. SUNSUN_10ve

[nie-narzekam]

Athos Being Done With Other Aramises Part 4

[4grandpasonly]

Eron Plus is a natural dietary supplement for erection problems. It accelerates blood circulation and dilates blood vessels, thus ensuring strength....

[blocksruinedme]

Team Rancher (Solidaritek) for the ship ask meme, please?

Do I ship it? WHAT A COMPLICATED QUESTION.

I did, with all my heart and north of 50k words. In an ideal world, in my ideal world, I would still be shipping it. I can't explain how much I want to be okay with Ranchers. I feel like I got dumped by someone I was good friends with before we dated, who really wants to be friends again, but it hurts too much to think about them. (Has that happened recently in my life, yes, lol.) I hope someday we can be friends again, but I'm not good at getting over things.

I've been sitting on a "what's your brutally honest opinion of [ship]" ask since... the doc was last modified march 17. okay. It's a simple chronology

I watched Double Life, was not obsessed with mcyt, checked to see if people were writing it and was pleased. I wasn't even regularly watching their POVS.

I watched 3L and got sucked in hard by Flower Husbands. I started writing a bit multiverse series, and I needed Scott and Jimmy to talk about Jimmy/Tango having happened (they don't remember their pasts while in the life games), so I needed to play that out, and oops I was obsessed. (then smalletho happened in the same way with those people)

The crossover started, tango put those fucking hearts over the reunion scene (no one made him do that), I was possessed by tango/jimmy/fwhip and wrote and published my absolute most popular fic, it was real work to get through "oh i'll never get that many kudos again". (chart below to show you how damn popular it is compared to fic where i'm not actively sad about them). then i started publishing the sequel, and quickly went from "i'll never do a wip" to 'well just this once"

Jimmy built Tango the ranch and i got possessed again and wrote a long fic about it

i said "if that's all ever get, that's fine, this gave me so much to work with". and that would have been fine for a month long crossover, but i think it was 50 more days, every day wishing and hoping that today there would be something, that tango's ep would include the ranch, shit like that

And my heart turned bitter, guys.

This is my first unscripted/whatever fandom. The phrase "content creator" was not part of my life before. Maybe an actor sucked, but they didn't write the words they spoke, they were selling me a character completely distinct from them, it wasn't just that actor doing it all. Maybe a showrunner sucked, but so many people put their hearts and souls into their series.

But this? I don't know how to deal with this, I don't know how to separate annoyance with a creator from a character, not when they say all the same things and make the same weird noises and are, y'know, pretty much the same cause it's not like Tango's out there doing heavy roleplay. I just have no experience, and I can not express strongly enough how frustrated I am with myself that I'm so worked up over it. I was briefly annoyed with Scott about something around the same time (it's stupid, i'm not going to talk about it) and I worked SO HARD to not let it be a thing, i made myself watch scott content i knew made me happy, i was not going to let myself have an issue with scott, as we all know he's everywhere - and flower husbands will always be my first ship.

If I didn't have a god damned wip in tango pov I might be over this now. I would have been able to try and not think about it - I have ranchers pretty well filtered, but did you know filters don't catch text in an ask? They don't! But I thought about the wip every day, as it seemed harder and harder to imagine every writing tango pov, and it spiraled. It was very bad! I know I am allowed to drop a wip, but it doesn't line up with how I want to be conducting my affairs.

But then @that-tall-queer-bassist interrupted one of my wailing session to say they'd finish it. I have it all outlined, I had I think the first page written, and crucially i wrote the final conversation, the end of this damn series.

So now Limited Life is over, I don't watch much HC and it's sounds like Tango's just working on decked out all the time, so I can maybe get some space. I watched some 3rd Life last night and was doing find with Tango being around. Maybe I can CHILL OUT and someday I can go back to my Double Life wips, I know exactly what that Tango did and nothing can surprise me.

I would like to be chill again. I would like it so bad. I would like to un filter content on tumblr, and finish "Swinging Soulmates" which i think is actually fantastic, and put my ranchers fanart back in the frame. I'd like to do the main part of the larpers au and not just the side fics. (Though i wrote tango being around and being jimmy's bf in the smalletho morning after larper fic, i was very proud of myself.) Maybe after the wip is done, and I can exist neutrally. I don't know why the series is so popular, fwhip/tango had one more interaction ever (and fwhip wanting to trap him in a hole forever....) I guess it's fix it? I wish it felt like fix it for meeeeee

Ship It

What made you ship it? They were so dumb and sweet and they vibed together so well. So much chaos going on, but hey were 200% loyal and ready to do whatever the hell the other one wanted. I love that. Also, uh, Jimmy.

What are your favorite things about the ship? I want to explore most dynamics with Jimmy, right, I keep writing brand new ships and stuff? And Tango gave me opportunities other people don't, because, for better or worse, there's no one else like tango.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? idk i'm a mess

Don’t Ship It

Why don’t you ship it? Because it hurts my heart

What would have made you like it? No crossover, or different crossover, or... just different stuff on the cc level

Despite not shipping it, do you have anything positive to say about it? Yeah man it's a beautiful ship. It's so fun, they're so fun, I was really pleased with what I could easily do with the sexual dynamics, i loved them so much

My kudos over time. (if anyone wants to make their own i can make a spreadsheet template and share my tricks and tips

Below the cut is what i had sitting in my drafts in march for brutally honest opinion.

My brutally honest opinion of Ranchers?

Double Life was great. I somehow didn’t get into them until I was writing a multiverse-whatever flower husbands fic and needed to fill in the blanks of “scott and jimmy are talking about DL and obviously they fucked” and i incepted myself into it. I loved it, I wrote a lot, loved art, commissioned art, etc.

Right now we’re on a little bit of a break. This ship, and specifically the crossover, is what got me publishing, not just writing, when I was possessed day one. “MY EX STOLE MY SOULMATE” is still my most popular fic by far, and the unfinished sequel is in second place. After jimmy’s second crossover ep, i got into a fic i loved very much, “love respect joy and ranchin’”. i put so much work and  love into it, i got a fwhimmy consult and a grian consult. I said after that ep that if that was all we got, i’d be okay, cause i’d gotten so much out of it via fic. But then the length of time of “not getting any more” was too long, I spent too long wishing and hoping, and my feelings went sour

[zhnnveuxpasdrmir]

the Dune novels are such a clunky oddity of stories, it's interesting to notice that Alya really was crucial to the end of the first one. Not having her in the Dune 2 movie except as Yet Another Ana Taylor Joy reverie thing was … while not catastrophic, highly revealing about the weight and importance of the character in the original.

It makes a little more sense of the mishandling of the Duncan Idaho character.

I don't know if mr Villeneuve misunderstood the epic or didn't care - I think his update of Chani was exceptionally good; I'm not saying he blew it, but in the cases of Alya and Duncan, yeah he sure did. Future movies will have to deal with the burden of those failures, and they probably won't do as well ad DV might have done himself.

It would have been better not to cripple the themes. It makes me think he just didn't get the point of pointlessness, or the wrongness of Abomination. Maybe he was talked out of doing it correctly by money-people, that's not unusual.

[asklordcaptaincastronova]

17) What is the most disturbing aspect of your muse’s storyline?

Hessman

(Hessman is more interested in studying a probable silica anima and the potential of a Great Crusade era ship that well. Reporting those things)

[theothernads]

𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 •·.·`¯·.·•

Synopsis: where you try and break up with your boyfriend.

Warnings: toxic bf (boo), guns, yandere!Jay.

•·.¯°º¤◆¤º•°

"I JUST WANT TO TALK."

When he said that, you froze up and anxiety lurched at your stomach. You're standing in his modern office like a statue. You're just frozen.

Jay gives a quizzical look and he fixed his blazer. You don't miss the outline of the gun hiding in the belt of his trousers. Your breath stops for a minute.

“Look at me,” He commands sternly, and you do. You try to hide the subtle shake of your hands and your flickering gaze, but you're afraid he caught on.

“Sit, baby. I just want to talk.” Jay sighed, leaning back against his chair. The only thing that convinces you to do so is the thick desk between you and him; it managed to give you a weak sense of security.

With a slow movement, you sat, and he poked the inside of his cheek.

You don't have the privilege of even thinking straight right now. Since when were you so afraid of your boyfriend?

Was it when he nearly bruised your wrist the other day because you gave attitude.

Or was it when he confiscated your phone because you were on it ‘too much'?

What was it?

Or was it when he confessed for the first time, eyes glittering with expectancy you never wanted to meet.

“I was looking through your phone, you know?” Jay started, opening a drawer and digging into it. You kept silent, biting your inner cheek.

“And, I've discovered something quite interesting. It's quite a shock, really..”

You don't want him to continue. You can already feel the condescending words about to prick you.

“But apparently, you want to-" he chuckled in a hollow manner.”-break up with me?”

There it was- the sound of your heart sinking, thoughts crashing over each other. Your gaze falls to your lap. Okay- now you regret even texting such words. Not because you feel remorse or guilt of saying them, but because you regret even texting such traceable words.

Unpredictable he was.

“Did I say you could look at your fvcking lap?”

With a swift motion, you glanced up at him, swallowing hard.

“Care to explain, love? These diabolical texts to your friend?” He carelessly slid the phone across the table, showing your recent messages with Minji. You have nothing to say, your eyes fixed on the cracked screen, anxiety simmering slowly at your guts.

Your thoughts formulate something to say, something that could please him, but you find nothing but the dirt of the truth.

Silence.

“Are you going to explain or-.”

“it's true,” you cut him off softly. You looked up from the phone to see his glower, his frown.

“I want to break up. I've wanted to do it for a few weeks now..” you trailed off, staring at him straight in the eye.

Jay blinked, tilting his head as he nodded, as if he understood. Though, you knew his buried feelings were igniting right now.

“Why? I give you my love, gifts, I let you even talk to your friend,” Jay listed, voice growing louder each time. You swallowed hard again, eyes flickering to the desk.

“I just need space.”

“Space? Space, did you say?” Jay stood instantly but he walked to you slowly, as if to agonise you. It was working because you flinched, breath escaping in short circuits.

“I'm your boyfriend, Yn. Since when do lovers need space from each other?” Jay scoffed, now standing in front of you. You chewed on your cheek again, eyes downcast.

“You're… controlling,” You uttered so quietly that Jay stepped closer, practically exploding with ferocity.

“What did you say?” Jay snarled, arms trapping you as they rested on the armrests of the seat. With your nerves jumping all over the place, you flinched. Though he doesn't care as he continues to stab your gaze with his.

“Controlling… you're controlling,” You said a bit louder this time, though the smallest tremor accompanies your tone. And, you thought you imagined, but you saw the small smile curl at his lips. Jay puts a soft hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb right under your eye.

You flinched away a little, but he tightened the grip on your jaw, almost forcing you closer to his face as he tilted his head. “Darling, I'm trying to keep you safe…”

That was his pathetic excuse? His reason to build this wall around you and totally trap you in.

Inhaling sharply, you pushed his hand away, a spark of determination igniting in your eyes. You weren't going to let him do this once more. To trap you within these walls.

Jay almost glared.

“You're not… trying to keep me safe… we both know that,” you said sternly, finally holding longer eye contact.

Jay could almost laugh at the confidence, but he finds unimaginable rage washing over him, taking him to a path of darker thoughts. “You just don't understand. I'm trying to keep. You. Safe.”

And you shook your head in frustration.

“From what?” You snapped at him, and Jay smiled, eyes leaving yours for a minute.

Before he even met your eyes, you felt a cold metal push at your chin, and your eyes widened a little, a short breath leaving you. You felt your head tilt up, and Jay smiled in a cruel way when he saw the shock that swept over your eyes.

“I'm keeping you safe, baby. From this…” Jay clicked the metal, sending you to shut your eyes tight, chest tight with distress.

“I don't want to hurt you, Yn… I want you to be unscathed, safe…” Jay continued, the gun now tapping your cheek lightly and you were frozen, voice buried beneath that fear.

You didn't think your boyfriend would ever pull a gun on you, but here you were with his own nefarious weapon pressing on your cheek.

“J-Jay-.”

“Shh, baby. I know, you don't like this, but I'm proving my point, right? You and I both want you safe, right?” Jay leaned in closer, gun at your jaw, and your skin burns with terror, shoulders tensing up. When you stayed silent, he pressed the barrel at your jaw more causing you to whimper.

“Answer me. Don't you want to be safe?”

“Yes…”

Jay gave a soft smile in this dark situation, and he removed the gun from your jaw, causing you to breathe a little, but Jay leaned in, right to your ear. You flinched away, but he doesn't care.

“So, are you still going to break up with me, baby? You still want to leave my safety?” He asked lowly, threats falling over your ears. Tears stung your eyes, a shudder pricking your spine.

Biting your lip to shut yourself up, you let out a sniffle; Jay chuckled, still next to your ear.

“Don't cry… it's just better this way, baby. Do you understand?” Jay gave a deceiving gentle kiss to your ear, making you tear up more.

You can't take this anymore. You just can't. Though, he saw everything through tinted glasses and, instead of wiping your tears, he gripped the gun to your thigh, barrel threatening to bruise your skin underneath and spoke.

"The next time you have such a bizarre idea, I'll be forced to use this,” Jay said, putting the gun to your shoulder, right at the joint as your breaths became shaky.

“And I'll shoot.”

At this point, your voice was gone, it ran away from reality. You couldn't speak, to which he smiled, kissing your forehead before saying words that flooded you with distress.

“I knew you would understand. I love you, baby.”

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A/n: instead of working on my smau, I diverged and wrote this instead 💀🤡

[mokkemusic]

Since I can’t share these magazines anywhere else I may as well share them here. These are super cool and extremely old Bessatsu Friend Magazines that have Yuki Suetsugu older works way before Chihayafuru. Including her very old short mangas, Only You, Eden no Hana etc. I’ve gotten a few I bought so I’ll share them by magazine. This will be the first one I post:

Bessatsu Friend January 2001 (Eden no Hana chapters 8 & 9 2 pg color spread plus single color page.)

I didn’t know what chapters were in these till I actually got them but this Bessatsu Friend might be the best one cause it has one of my favorite scenes in all of Eden no Hana!

“Why…? If you look down on me as well… I’LL BE ALL ALONE!”

“I don’t look down on you…

I DON’T LOOK DOWN ON YOU!”

- I’m gonna break this up right here. THIS, I think this is when I knew I loved Tokio as a character. It’s the words of “I don’t look down on you.” (Well yea that’s obvious Dana) No, you don’t understand those words are personal to me. I want someone to say that to me, genuinely. And actually mean it like Tokio does here. Verbalize it and mean it.

“I just feel terribly hurt.

I didn’t have the confidence to keep smiling by your side, as if I didn’t know anything.

I’m so sorry… You didn’t want to run away from the pain, but I was the one who wanted to escape.”

I don’t know what kinda magic Sensei has I really don’t know but the way she writes the genuine honesty of her characters, especially her male characters- It’s so hard to explain without being misconstrued. IT’S A GOOD THING. She shows the clearest way of saying “we all feel pain” Tokio is so honest with Midori in this moment. I’m suffering cause your suffering. Me reading this like “you can feel that way? You can?” But I believe it! The way Sensei depicts this scene I BELIEVE IT! I believe how raw it is. And I know that PLENTY of other Shoujo and Josei manga have similar moments where it’s just like this. But there’s something about the word choices the expressions there’s just something! That I am not literate enough to put into words for you I’m sorry. But this scene GOT TO ME! :')

Same thing with Chihayafuru. It’s something she does! And no one can take this magic and put in a bottle. I wish but it can’t be done. It’s special.

Something else I also REALLY love about this magazine is even though it's kinda distracting the way the ink bleeds to the other side. I am sure it's the paper choice and I am also sure it's probably because it's older quality. But you know what? I find this really frekin cool! Don't laugh at me if other older shoujo magazines do this too this is my first experience owning one. lol

Also the color changes of the pages is neat. I don't know how they decide that or if it's just they ran out of a color ink and had to move onto the next one idk but this is cool!

(Ahh that panel right after in the second image ahhh! god I just love owning the original magazines there's something so special!)

It also contained this 2 pg color spread! I've seen this before but now I have the one from the original magazine of Tokio, Midori and Hashiba! I know, I know this is Sensei's older style but still ugh Tokio's hair here I am not a fan I'll be honest lol. He just doesn't look like Tokio! (Then again how many arts has Sensei done of Taichi where he looks nothing like Taichi and how many hair color changes too. It's a stylized choice I'll let this one slide lol.) Midori and Hashiba look great here though. (See Chalres, I am giving Hashiba compliments and insulting Tokio. Frame it if you see this cause it won't happen again. :P)

There's also another single color pg but I cannot show that one here. It's a combination actually of ch. 8 pg 14 and pg 17. But done a different way and in color. So there I gave you that and you can look for yourself if you're curious.

I think this is also the perfect time to get into my disclaimer of even though I really love the work of Eden no Hana the story is very dark and there's a lot of sensitive themes. This is my personal merch but I am by no means telling you guys to go read this. And if you do get curious from my post (for the 2 people that might see this post) please be mature and proceed with caution cause I did say sensitive subjects and trauma. You can use your imagination.

[sunoofiles]

240127 | FATE IN MACAU

©. HoneySun_0624

[danascullysjournal]

I had a vision. I’m so sorry. 👽

[raevyng]

welcome back from the dead !

reach me ☆— p. sunghoon

synopsis ➔ sunghoons love language is touch, and yours is quality time. you need reassurance that that’s okay.

pairing ➔ bf!sunghoon x reader

genre ➔ fluff

word count ➔ idk but trust it’s short.

warnings ➔ tiny angst, fluff, reader needs some reassurance. um i think it can be read for any gender/pronouns but lemme know if not 😜

a/n ➔ why do i feel the need to reassurance fics with sunghoon. like that nightmare one i did. maybe that should tell me something…. oh well!! enjoy! OMG ALSO this is kinda all over the place bc i absolutely forgot whatever ideas i had for this. jesus long ass a/n okay bye.

you slump your shoulders and sigh, bringing a hand to your head, palm on your forehead.

a throbbing made a crescendo when you bend down to drop your bag. all you wanted was a rest, some water, and sunghoon.

he’s already looking at you from the couch, a slight furrow in his brows, when you look up. your dress shirt is wrinkled and half tucked when he sits up silently.

“headache.” you say in an almost whisper, filling the warm silence as you head for the bathroom. you longed for him to follow and envelop you in warmth, but instead you opted for the water. which washed you, which sunghoon probably couldn’t.

you emerge in one of your boyfriends shirts and long pants to cover you from the cool breeze.

“do you want something to eat?” he asks quietly, taking in consideration the banging in your head and chest. he knew how you looked on a good work day, and he definitely knew how you looked a bad one. and also how to take care of you.

he always took care of you, and you always tried to do the same but you didn’t have the same skills as him.

shaking your head, you slowly approach sunghoon and the couch.

he opened his arms for you to slump in his chest. the urge to stuff your face in his chest tempted you before you could, taking a mental step back. he’s probably tired too.

“somethings bothering you. and it’s not just work.”

how does he know that?

not wanting to bother him, you accept his invitation.

with his arms wrapped around you, and your body crammed in with your hands awkwardly laying where they assumed they should go. he felt comfortable but did you? how did he always know what to do? why didn’t you?

maybe it was a fatigue that made you question your qualifications to be his partner, but fatigue was winning. you lay your head on his chest, something you would never do.

“how do you know what to do?”

“im gonna need more context, y/n.”

you sigh and smile a tad. “i mean, like, being a boyfriend. i’m already gonna fall asleep in your arms even though i’m still stressed from work.” you take a second and look up to him, “how do you know how to make me feel like this?”

he chuckled, “it’s not knowing. it’s more like, instinct.”

“but whenever i have an ‘instinct’ i feel like it’s clingy or too much.”

he blinks, “god, that makes me wonder how clingy you think i am.”

it’s your turn to furrow your brows, wondering how sunghoon could every think he’s too clingy. it made you realise that his love language, something you read about in your early teens, was entirely physical touch. when you first met him, 10th grade, maths class, you could have never imaged it.

“you’re good at that, not being clingy. you know how much is too much, how little is too little.” you confess. it makes you think about how your energy levels control how you hold your tongue. sunghoon smiles at the odd compliment, running his hand softly up and down your upper arm.

“it doesn’t worry me one bit, you shouldn’t be worried either. you know why? because you show me love in other ways. apparently you don’t even realise it.” he responds softly, receiving a raised eyebrow from you. “you spend time with me. every second you get. i love it.”

“you come grocery shopping with me, come with me when i need gas. not only that, but you take me places you know i’ll like. it means more than you think, y/n.”

jutting your bottom lip out, you stuff your face back into his chest. you can feel his light laugh through his chest, also feeling the sleep returning. the reassurance from sunghoon, now knowing that he liked, even loved, everything you tried to bring to the relationship lifted the weight of a thousand thoughts off your strained shoulders. and your headache.

his hands continue to comfort you, his own pride in making his girlfriend feel better making his heart bloom.

“get some rest, y/n.”

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a/n pt. 2: let’s not talk about how i change my writing style every fic. let’s ignore that.