#I feel like there’s others im forgetting

[myth1cs]

Sweet Obsession (Im Nayeon, Minatozaki Sana x M!Reader)

Someone had to write the Sanayeon kiss. It's me, I mean if I didn't write this someone might've written it with their Male OC, and who wants that?

(No hard feelings 미나-사이야트 / 카운트온미 right?)

Word Count: 2,663

The members were told to do things to "excite the fans" and "get them talking" about the fan meet. Sana, naturally, thought that an easy way to get people to talk about the fan meet was to act like she was going to kiss the members.

She knew they would all back up so the thought that she might actually kiss one of them never crossed her mind. And everything was going well. That is until it came to Nayeon.

Nayeon didn't back down and leaned into the kiss. Both thought the other would back away but they ended up kissing by accident on stage.

A lot of people went wild over it. Sana and Nayeon got all flustered about the ordeal but didn't have time to dwell on their feelings as Jihyo, who didn't see what just happened, made Nayeon focus on singing her part of the song.

Once the fan meet came to a close. Sana went over to Nayeon's fitting room to discuss their kiss. Sana opened the door and a soft "Hello?" fell out of her mouth.

What she didn't expect was to see Nayeon changing into her casual clothes. Nayeon was in her bra and panties, and Sana couldn't keep her eyes off her unnie, she was enticed by her boobs and pussy. She watched as her older member took off her pantie revealing a pink pussy. The thought of being able to lick it made Sana's mouth water.

Nayeon reached behind her back to take off her bra but before she did that she noticed Sana peaking through the door. "Sana what are you doing?!"

Sana quickly went in the room and locked the door. Her unnie gave her a "Explain yourself" look which made Sana gulp.

"Well uhm- unnie I just wanted to talk to you about our... kiss."

Nayeon's cheeks flushed pink as the memory of them sharing a kiss played in her mind.

"What about it?"

"I haven't been able to forget the way your lips felt on mine."

Nayeon's cheeks burned a brighter red from Sana's confession. "I haven't either." the older admitted.

The pair got closer together up until they could each feel the others hot breath on the other. Sana pressed her breast against Nayeon's making the older girl moan.

"Agh~"

Neither could resist their lust anymore and they both entangled their lips together. Their tongues rubbed against each others. Sana pressed her body further against her unnies.

Her naughty hand got the better of her and she reached over to grab Nayeon's plump ass giving it a firm squeeze. Nayeon moaned from the feeling and Sana took this opportunity to get the advantage in the tongue war.

Nayeon wasn't about to go down without a fight and started to rub Sana's clothed nipple with her thumb. Sana was really sensitive and the simple rubbing was enough to make her lose her advantage.

Both of them pulled away from each other.

"That's not fair unnie! You can't just rub my nipples like that, they're sensitive!"

"Well maybe you shouldn't have grabbed my ass like that."

"That's different, my nipples are more sensitive than your ass."

"You still lost the tongue war Sana. Now can it and got on your knees and eat me out like a good girl."

Sana huffed but decided to go along with it. She got down on her knees and slid off Nayeon's panties. Her pussy was drenched wet with arousal.

Sana licked Nayon's pussy lips eagerly. "Mmm good girl. You're just as horny as our male fans!" Sana wasn't even hearing Nayeon anymore. She was too focused on lapping up every fluid inside of her unnie.

Something felt incomplete though. Even with all of this stimulation Nayeon didn't feel like she was able to cum yet. She tried to stimulate herself further by groping her own boobs and lightly pinching her nipples.

Still it didn't feel like enough. "Sana add a finger."

"Mhm!" Sana muffled as she added a finger to Nayeon's pussy.

Putting her hands on the back of the youngers head she pushed her further into her pussy. "More! I need more fingers in me!"

She bit her lips hard when she felt the sensation of more fingers being added to her tight pussy.

"I- I don't think I can cum like this."

"Am I being bad?"

"No it's not you. I think I need a cock."

"Did you bring a strap on with you?"

"I didn't. And there aren't any stores nearby that sell those."

"Can it wait until tomorrow?"

"Ugh I'm too aroused right now. I feel like I'm going to explode if I don't cum tonight."

Sana tried to make her unnie cum despite knowing she wasn't able to get enough stimulation on her own. She stood up and licked Nayeon's nipples while pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy.

"I appreciate the attempt but it's not enough!"

All of this was making Sana soaked. A wet spot could be seen on her pants. "A cock sounds really good right now."

"But who are we going to get? I don't want to ask one of our managers. They're old and probably can't keep up with us."

"Are you forgetting something unnie? We just had a fan meet."

-

You - along with many other people - gathered around the area where Twice would be leaving. You've been waiting for a while but seeing Twice up close in person would make it all worth it.

The time came and Twice started to walk to the cars and you were hoping to see your bias.

Twice members were handing out Mina dollars that were used in the seven rings performance and you were lucky enough to be handed one by Sana.

You waved the members goodbye as they entered the cars. Once they were all gone you started to make your way back to your car.

When you got in your car you were about to drive back home but you decided to get a good look at the Mina dollar you received first. As you were inspecting it you realized that a small piece of paper was taped to it.

Curious, you took off the paper and turned it around. All that was written on it was an address to a hotel along with the following written text "Room 305, Code: 102015."

"What is this?" you thought to yourself.

Maybe this wasn't meant for you but for the members. Should you give it back?

There were a lot of things you didn't know but you decided to go to the place listed on the paper. Not like you had anything to lose other than a bit of sleep.

You put the address in the GPS and started your drive to the hotel.

Truth be told you weren't sure what you were even expecting. Would you be lucky enough to see a Twice member or would you just run into a manager?

Once you arrived at the hotel you went in. Once you stepped in you could immediately tell that it was way out of your league. Everything looked so expensive.

You walked to the front desk and the lady at the front desk spoke to you "Is there anything I can help you with sir?".

"I'm here to visit someone in room 305."

"Are you part of the staff?"

"Y- yes?" You obviously sounded hesitant and the lady looked at you suspiciously.

"What's the code to the area?"

"102015."

...

"I'll tell them you're on your way."

You breathed a sigh of relief and went to the elevators.

Once you arrived on the third floor you went to room 305. Standing in front of the door you knocked three times and waited not knowing what to expect.

The door opened and your jaw dropped when you saw who was on the other side.

"Sana?!"

She grabbed your arm and pulled you into the room.

"What's your name?"

"Y/N."

"Do you want to see a 'special' concert just for you Y/N?"

"Nayeon?! You're here to?"

She nodded her head and rested her head on your shoulders. "Is this what the paper was for?"

"It is what it was for Y/N. We chose a lucky once to give a private concert, and it looks like the lucky once was you."

Looks like it was your lucky day! Getting a private show from 2 Twice members? It was like a dream come true.

"Follow us."

You followed behind Nayeon and Sana to their bedroom. Not exactly sure what to expect but it certainly wasn't this.

Once you entered their bedroom you saw that it was mostly dark with the only light being red LED's which were hung around the room. "What's all this for?"

"Close your eyes Y/N. We have to get your special surprise ready for you before we can start your 'special' concert."

Following their orders you closed your eyes. You heard a few things fall on the floor along with a bit of shuffling.

"You can open your eyes now baby." Nayeon said.

Once you opened your eyes you saw something that immediately made your cock hard.

"Like what you see Y/N?" Sana asked.

"This is so hot."

Sana and Nayeon led you to the bed. "Who do you want first Sana or me?"

"I want both of you at the same time."

"So damn horny huh?"

Sana pushed you onto the bed and started to slide off your pants and boxers. Your hard cock sprung out hitting Sana's cheeks. "Oh it feels so good she moaned out." She started to rub her face against your erection. You put your hands on the back of her hair and gripped it tightly from the pleasure her face was giving you.

"Don't leave me out of the fun Sana!" Like she was some sort of jealous girlfriend Nayeon shoved Sana and started to rub her face against your cock aggressively. "So warm Y/N. This feels so much better than those dildos."

Not wanting to be outdone Sana shoved herself back onto your cock. Seeing two Twice members fight over your cock was something you thought would only happen in your dreams but now it was a reality, and you intended to make the most of it.

"I don't know Sana I think Nayeon knows how to please a cock more."

"That's not true I can please a cock way better than Nayeon!"

"I think you're going to have to prove it then."

Nayeon understood where you were going and got off you. She didn't mind being in the sidelines as long as you fucked her later. Before she completely got off the bed she whispered something to your ear.

"Just so you know Sana is sensitive on her nipples."

With that being said Nayeon got off the bed and sat on the conveniently placed chair that was facing the bed.

You grabbed Sana's arms and pinned her to the bed. "Let's see just how good you can please me then." You rubbed your hard erection on Sana's drenched pussy to make it wet.

"Mhm ah~ so good Y/N."

Leaning down to catch Sana's lips you and Sana shared a passionate slow kiss. Nayeon fingered herself as she was watching the scene unfold in front of her.

You pulled off her lips and started to leave hickeys on her face. "N- no Y/N you can't mark me. We have to film a Time to Twice episode tomorrow."

Smack

Sana yelped from the sudden smack on her pussy. "I don't remember you being the one to give orders. Now shut it and let me do what I want."

"Yes sir."

Continuing down her perfect body you reached her breasts and licked her nipple. "Shit I'm so sensitive there Y/N."

Attacking your lips to her breasts you sucked on them as if her breast were producing milk for you. Her breast were moderately big. Not as big as Nayeon's but they were big enough for you to have fun with.

You put your cock in between her breasts and started to mush them onto your cock. Since your cock was nice and wet from Sana's pussy lips you had no problem gliding her breasts up and down on your cock. She suppressed her moans as best she could knowing her members were next door.

"What's wrong Sana, don't want the others finding out how much of a whore you are?"

She nodded her head.

You gave her nipples a soft bite before you got settled on the main attraction. Positioning your cock in front of Sana's hole you shoved yourself inside her pussy.

Sana's pussy clenched around your erection making it hard for you to get in deep. You put a little force with your thrusts, shoving yourself deeper into Sana.

"Oh~ Y/N I can feel your cock deep inside me. More, I want more!"

"Such a- needy little - slut huh?" You were running out of breath as you felt yourself get closer to climax.

Nayeon decided she had enough of touching herself and joined you in the bed. She sat on top of Sana and shoved her breasts on your face while rubbing Sana's clit at the same time.

"Suck mommy's breasts baby they're all for you!"

You put your tongue all over Nayeon's breasts as you continued thrusting in and out of Sana's pussy.

"Ah! Y/N I'm cumming!"

A violent shake coursed through Sana as she climaxed all over your cock. You kept thrusting to prolong it as much as possible.

So much cum spilled out of Sana that some of it stained the bed sheets. You felt yourself about to cum but before you could Nayeon pushed you off of Sana.

"You can't cum in her. But you can cum in my mouth if you want."

You rapidly shook your head. Nayeon liked your eagerness and took your whole cock in her mouth in one swift motion. She drank the cum that Sana released on your cock.

Nayeon shoved your cock so deep in her throat that it touched the back of her throat. She gagged a little but not by much.

"You don't have a gag reflex?"

"I've had my fair share of cocks in me."

The idol expertly sucked on your cock making you cum in no time. Unlike Sana's cum, every last drop of your cum was swallowed by Nayeon. Her cheeks puffed out but she managed to take the seemingly endless ropes of semen you were spilling.

"Now's not the time to get tired baby. I'm still horny."

How could anyone say no to that? Especially after she just drank your load of cum.

Nayeon pumped your cock a few more times until you were hard again. She got on all fours and looked back at you.

"My ass isn't going to fuck itself Y/N."

Like some sort of wild animal you quickly shoved your hard erection inside Nayeon's ass feeling its tightness which only drove you more feral. You couldn't help yourself but give her big ass a few smacks which left her ass red.

"Yes Y/N just like that!"

As you were thrusting into Nayeon's ass you suddenly felt Sana wrap her arms around you. "I'm still here sir."

She kissed your neck as you continued your assault on Nayeon's ass. "Fuck Nayeon I'm still sensitive! I'm going to cum again!"

"Do it baby, cum in my big ass!"

Once again ropes of cum spilled from your cock onto Nayeon's ass. Her eyes rolled back as she felt herself being filled with the warm fluids. "Sana I like him. We should keep him around for when we get horny."

"Agreed."

Sana fell on the bed, you fell on top of Sana, and Nayeon fell on top of you. You all drifted off to sleep.

And what better way to fall asleep than sandwiched between your favorite idols?

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카운트 - 온 - 미 No hard feelings though right? I just didnt like your Male OC idea. I'm just doing my job as an x Reader writer.

[slytherinshua]

໑　 KISSES WITH TXT 　 ( 투모로우바이투게더 )

genre fluff , headcanons , txt x reader   cw kissing (obv) , not proofread and prob a bit messy   wc 806   request no   note still in my txt feels BAD like its not okay im so tired i love them   net @kstrucknet @moadiarynet

CHOI YEONJUN 彡 최연준

he’s so smooth with his kisses

almost too smooth

he’ll come up behind you with an arm around your waist and spin you around to press a quick kiss to your lips

and then he’ll leave you dazed and wanting more but he’s already walking off with a cute little smirk on his face

or he’ll interrupt your sentence with a kiss making you forget what you were talking about in the first place

he always catches you off guard but it leaves your heart fluttering 

other times his kisses are slow and passionate

he loves taking his time to savour the feeling

he’s almost too desperate sometimes, kissing you like it's the last time he’ll ever get the chance to

which is wrong because he kisses you all the time

but he just can’t help losing himself in you

kisses are used to celebrate, to commemorate, or to apologize 

it's his way of communicating, of teasing, of acknowledging— the way yeonjun kisses you speaks a million words

CHOI SOOBIN 彡 최수빈

there’s nothing softer than soobin’s kisses 

his lips are just so perfect that even when the kiss is rushed or a bit messy, you could hardly complain 

you love to kiss his neck because it will make him flustered and shy 

he’ll tell you to stop with his cheeks flushed, but he doesn’t really mean it 

when he talks too much and you can’t get a word in, kissing his cheek always gets his attention 

his brain pauses whenever you do cause he doesn’t expect to be kissed 

even though he should by now because you can never resist kissing his dimples 

if you can’t reach his lips, there are simple ways to get him to bend down enough 

a tap on his shoulder or gently grabbing his wrist will give him the silent signal that you want to kiss him 

and it has him smiling because he thinks you’re adorable every time you want him to lean down so you can initiate the kiss first 

CHOI BEOMGYU 彡 최범규

beomgyu always kisses you when you need it the most

his kisses are soothing and loving, healing whatever part of you that was hurting instantly

kisses away your tears when you’re crying and delicately presses his lips to any part of your body that was aching 

when the mood is light and playful, you like to tease him by not giving him any kisses while he begs for it

when he’s playing video games next to you, he’ll pucker his lips expectantly while his eyes stay glued to the screen

you act like you have no idea what he wants 

it drives him slightly crazy, but he also loves it

because it means once he’s finally had enough of not getting what he wants, he’ll tackle you and kiss you until you’re both breathless and your jaws hurt from smiling so much 

when you brush his hair back and give him forehead kisses, he practically melts into a puddle 

he adores your delicate soft kisses more than anything 

as a slow and patient lover, he cherishes the quiet moments with you the most

KANG TAEHYUN 彡 강태현

taehyun won’t ask for kisses out loud, but there’s always a pleading look in his eyes whenever he wants to be kissed

eyes shiny and observing you to see when you’ll notice that he’s desperate to get his lips on yours 

if he gets too impatient he will definitely tug on your arm or something to get your attention 

loves when you hold his face in your hands and run your thumb across his cheekbone or jawline 

he’ll turn his head to press a kiss to your palm and his smiles are breathtaking 

his kisses are so romantic with the perfect push and pull 

he always knows where to put his hands or how to guide you perfectly 

and when the time comes to break away from his lips, your heart always sinks a bit in your chest

because he has you addicted like nothing else 

HUENINGKAI 彡 휴닝카이

his kisses are soft and sometimes teasing 

hand kisses are some of his personal favourites

he’ll get down on one knee or bend down to kiss the back of your hand in the most chivalrous way possible just to see you giggle 

will also kiss your knuckles one by one while holding your hand in his

he loves when you run your hands through his hair while kissing him 

he’s addicted to the feeling and needs it like oxygen 

he’ll sigh in content and pull you closer because nothing could ever be more perfect than your lips on his and your hands in his hair

he loves to nuzzle his nose against yours too!

he’ll leave a trail of kisses across your face whilst breathless giggles escape his parted lips 

and delicate pecks to the apples of your cheeks or under your eyes are what follows

txt taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @kangtaehyunzzz,, @eternalgyu,, @90steele,, @ddeonudepressions,, @cham3li,, @wolfmoonmusic,, @98-0603,, @weird-bookworm,, @candewlsy,, @blossominghunnie,, @amara-mars,, @wccycc,, @seunghancore,, @ujisworld,, @sobun1est,, @bananabubble,, @talkingsaxy,, @sxmmerberries,, @talking-saxy,, @nicholasluvbot,, @cupidslovearrows,, @50-husbands,, @hursheys,, @stannwjnss,, @gong-fourz,, @nonononranghaee,, @forever-atiny,, @stantxtforabetterlife,, @loserlvrss,, @lexeees,, @cupidslovearrows,, @hyukabean,, @nicholasluvbot,, @i03jae

[bueckers555]

JEALOUSY — paige bueckers x reader

summary: in which, you and paige have a strict friends with benefits deal. so, why the hell do you feel some typa way seeing her hugged up on someone else?

warnings: smut (w like a LITTLE plot? idek anymore), fingering, spitting (? ho idk)

authors note. this is so bad but idk im lowkey running out of ideas IM NOT CREATIVE so i hope this doesn’t sound repetitive?

You wanted nothing more than to go home and forget everything.

The diner was loud as hell—UConn girls packed around a long, sticky table, plates of fries and half-eaten burgers scattered everywhere, the air thick with grease and laughter.

Paige was at the far end, her blonde hair loose, her hoodie slung over the back of her chair, manspread and leaned back like she owned the damn place. She was leaning in close to Azzi—too close—her best friend, her teammate, her fuckin’ shadow lately.

Azzi said something, her curls bouncing as she laughed, and Paige’s hand brushed her arm—light, casual, but it hit you like a punch to the gut.

It shouldn’t have hit as hard as it did, but suddenly you wanted to jump across the table and get them far apart from each other.

You forced yourself to stare at your flat Coke, your fries cold, your stomach twisting—jealousy, green and ugly, clawing up your throat.

You and Paige had been fucking around for a while now. Your little friends with benefits deal had been a good idea at first. No strings, no feelings. No jealousy.

That was the deal—had been since the first time she fucked you in her dorm, her hands all over you, her moans in your ear, no feelings, just sex.

It worked up until now, watching her grin at Azzi, her voice low and flirty, her eyes flicking to her like you didn’t exist. You knew you couldn’t say shit—couldn’t storm over, couldn’t claim her—and that might’ve just pissed you off even more.

“Yo, you good?” KK voice broke you out of your trance, elbowing you, her brows furrowed as she shoved a fry in her mouth. “You’re quiet as fuck.”

“Yeah, just—hot in here,” you mumbled, your voice tight, shoving your chair back, the legs scraping loud against the floor. “Gonna hit the bathroom.” You didn’t wait for a reply—stood fast, your shorts riding up, your tank clinging to your skin, your heart pounding as you weaved through the diner, past the jukebox, the buzzing neon signs, ‘til you hit the grimy bathroom door—pushing it open, the door clicking behind you.

The sink was cold under your hands, the mirror smudged, your reflection a mess—cheeks flushed, eyes dark, jealousy eating you alive.

You splashed water on your face, your breath shaky, trying to cool off, trying to shove down the stupid fuckin’ feelings you weren’t supposed to have. The door creaked—fuck—and you spun, Paige slipping in and locking the door behind her, her white tee riding up a bit, her grey sweats hanging loosely on her hips, her eyes low and locked on you, that smirk tugging her lips—cocky, knowing.

“Caught you,” she said, her voice low, rough, stepping closer, the door clicking shut behind her, the diner noise muffled. “You’re all pissy—what’s up?” Her hand brushed your hip—light, teasing—her head tilting, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulder, her scent hitting you—sweat, vanilla, her.

You laughed—bitter, sharp—shoving her hand off, your chest tight. “Fuck off, Paige,” you snapped, your voice trembling, stepping back ‘til your ass hit the sink. “Go back to your new lil play thing. See if I care.” Jealousy spilled out—raw, messy—you couldn’t stop it even if you desperately wanted to. And you did.

Her smirk faded, her eyes narrowing—dark, hungry—grabbing your wrists, pinning them to the sink, her body pressing yours, her thigh shoving between your legs—hard, sudden—your pussy grinding against her through your shorts, wet heat flaring.

“Play thing? That how it is?” she murmured, her voice gravelly, her lips close—not kissing, just breathing you in. “You’re my fuckin’ girl—Azzi’s just a friend.”

You tried your best not to roll your eyes. You failed.

“You jealous? That’s cute, ma—turns me on.” Her thigh flexed, rubbing your cunt, your moan slipping out—soft, desperate—her grin growing, filthy.

“Fuck you,” you muttered, your voice weak, your hands tugging at her shirt, pulling her closer even as you cursed her, your pussy soaking—folds slick—your no-strings rule cracking, jealousy fueling the heat. “You don’t get to flirt then fuck me like it’s nothing”

“Nah?” she questioned with an arched brow, her voice thick, yanking your tank up fast—your tits bouncing free, nipples hard—her hands cupping them, squeezing rough, her thumbs flicking, your back arching.

“Feels like I can.” her murmur made goosebumps rise on your skin.

She shoved your shorts down, your cunt dripping—glistening—her fingers plunging in—two, deep—your cum leaking, your moan loud, bouncing off the tiles.

“Paige—shit—” you gasped, your voice wrecked, your hands clawing her shoulders—nails digging—her fingers pumping—hard, fast—your pussy clenching, wet and messy, her other hand gripping your ass—spreading you. “Fuck—this jealous pussy’s so wet—mine, huh?”

“Fuck—yes—yours—” you groaned, your voice breaking, your cunt spasming, cum flooding her fingers—sticky, hot—dripping down her wrist, splattering the floor, your thighs shaking, clit throbbing as she fucked you through it—nasty, relentless—her breath huffing, her eyes locked on yours—wild, possessive.

“Good fuckin’ girl,” she muttered, pulling out—fast—spinning you, your stomach on the sink, your ass up, your pussy dripping—wet, begging—her hand smacking your cheek—sharp, loud—your skin stinging, your cunt clenching, her fingers sliding back in—three now—stretching you wide, fucking deep, the sink rattling, her other hand yanking your hair—hard—her lips at your ear, growling, “Still jealous? Or you gonna cum for me again?”

“Paige—God—please—” you sobbed, your face a mess, her breath hot on your neck, her teeth biting your shoulder—hard, possessive, breaking skin.

Your folds felt fucked raw, pulsing, her fingers ruthless—slamming, curling, her thumb pressing, pinching your clit—nasty, fast—her spit hitting your pussy—wet, messy—her moans loud, her dominance peaking, fucking you like she owned you.

“Take it—fuckin’ take it,” she groaned, her voice rough, her fingers pumping—wild, sloppy—your pussy gushing, cum flooding her hand, splattering the sink, your thighs trembling, clit swollen, her jealousy kink flaring, her top energy unhinged. “Cum—now,”

Your body shook—cum gushing—hot, wet—soaking her fingers, her wrist, the floor, your thighs shaking, ass bouncing, your vision blurring as she fucked you through it—hard, nasty—her own cum leaking, dripping down your leg, her moan loud—real—her body tensing, shuddering, her fingers slowing, her breath ragged, her grip softening, possessive.

“Fuck—Paige—” you panted, your voice weak, your pussy still twitching—wet, raw—your hands gripping the sink, her body slumped against you, her chest heaving, her lips brushing your neck—sloppy, warm—her breath sticky, her cum on you, yours on her.

“Still mad?” she muttered, her voice hoarse, her fingers sliding out—slow, teasing—her cum-coated hand smearing your thigh, her grin faint, cocky, her dominance still buzzing. “You’re my fuckin’ girl—no strings, but mine.”

“Yeah,” you mumbled, your voice thick, your pussy still dripping, your head spinning, the diner noise faint outside—teammates laughing, oblivious—the bathroom a mess, jealousy burned out in the heat of her, the no-strings rule bent but not broken, just fucked into place.

[binisainz]

might just be in la-la-la-la-love ⸻ oscar piastri x singer!reader

⸻  in  which  y/n's  tour  dates  almost  always  coincide  with  the  grand  prixs  👀

feat.  so  much  stan  twt  speak,  soft  launches,  outsider  pov author's  note.  i  feel  ancient  typing  that  out  omg  but  this  absolute  behemoth  of  a  fic  would  not  be  possible  were  it  not  for  @tsunodaradio  .  i  love  u  boo  ure  the  only  person  who  matches  my  freak  ever  MWAH  !!!  this  is  for  u  !!  also  unrelated  i  put  so  many  details  on  this  im  sorry  this  is  my  first  ever  smau  and  i  got  tewww  into  it fc.  mikha  lim  (+  olivia  rodrigo  career  claim)

y/n_source  📸  |  last  night,  @.yourusername  wrapped  up  the  U.S.  leg  of  the  guts  world  tour  with  a  stunning  performance  in  las  vegas!  🎸💜  as  always,  the  stars  came  out  to  support!  billie  eillish,  adam  sandler,  the  cast  of  hsmtmts,  james  corden,  and  f1  driver  oscar  piastri  were  in  attendance!

swipe  for  more  photos  and  clips!  #yourusername  #GUTSWorldTour

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username1    AHHH  SO  PROUD  OF  HER  SHE’S  COME  SO  FAR  🥹🥹🥹 username2    sorry  why  was  oscar  piastri  there 😭😭     ⤷    username3    he  has  sisters  dude  he  probs  went  with  them  last  night username4    hi!!  i  took  the  billie  eillish  photos  can  i  pls  get  credit  lol username5    BAWLING.  SHE  WAS  SO  GOOD.  NEED  THE  CONCERT  FILM  NEOWWWWWWWWW username6    and  is  oscar  piastri  in  the  room  with  us  rn     ⤷    username7    NO  FR  that’s  literally  a  blob  of  pixels  .  that’s  just  a  blonde  white  man!!!!!

yourusername    vegas,  you  were  UNREAL!!  this  whole  tour  has  been  unreal.  i  feel  like  i  say  this  every  night,  but  thank  you  for  letting  me  do  this.  thank  you  for  singing  with  me,  for  screaming  my  lyrics  back  at  me.  thank  you  for  making  these  songs  yours

this  was  the  perfect  way  to  end  the  U.S.  leg  of  the  tour.  see  you  next  year  for  the  international  leg!    🎸💜 #GUTSWorldTour

username8    NO  I’M  GONNA  CRY  THIS  WAS  THE  BEST  NIGHT  OF  MY  LIFE yourbff    insanely  proud  of  u!!  world  domination  next  💜💜 username9    WAIT  ok  but  was  oscar  actually  there  or  not username10    bestie  can  we  pls  get  the  concert  movie  i  need  2  relive  obsessed  again username11    WAAHHH  I  CAN’T  WAIT  TO  SEE  YOU  NEXT  YEAR!!!!

from:  Unknown  Number       hey  not  to  be  weird,  but  i  think  we  have  the  same  travel  agent. to:  Unknown  Number       ?? from:  Unknown  Number       i  mean  we’re  both  in  japan.  i  think  we  were  in  australia  the  same  time  last  month  too. to:  Unknown  Number       ok  cool  mystery  stalker  man.  who  is  this?? from:  Unknown  Number  (Maybe:  Oscar  Piastri)       oscar.  piastri.  not  a  scammer,  promise.  we  met  backstage  in  vegas? to:  Oscar  Piastri  F1  Vegas       oh.  ok. from:  Oscar  Piastri  F1  Vegas       solid  reaction from:  Oscar  Piastri  F1  Vegas       anyway,  just  thought  it  was  funny.  see  u  in  whatever  country  we  both  randomly  end  up  next to:  Oscar  Piastri  F1  Vegas       lmaoooo  yeah  haha  see  you  then  😊

y/nhq    📸    |    italy!!  are  you  ready  to  spill  ur  guts??!?  don’t  forget  to  tag  #GUTSWorldTourItaly  so  we  can  see  ur  cutest  fits  !!  so  good  to  be  on  the  road  again  🚗💜

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username12    italy  concert…  piastri  in  emilia  romagna…  coincidence…  i  think  NOT     ⤷    username13    ngl  this  was  funny  at  first  but  they  are  literally  travelling  for  their  job  this  fr  is  just  a  coincidence         ⤷    username12    @.username13    L  +  ratio  +  god  forbid  a  girl  have  any  sense  of  whimsy username14    QUEEN  CAN  U  PLS  GIVE  US  A  SECOND  DAY  FOR  ZURICH😭 username15    hii  i’m  selling  my  concert  tickets  for  tonight!!  VIP,  pls  dm     ⤷    username16    @.y/nhq    girl  the  scalpers  r  at  it  again username17    y/noscar  nation  r  we  ready  to  be  delulu username18    not  being  able  to  go  is  the  loss  of  my  life😭  @.yourusername

from:    Oscar    Piastri    F1    Vegas             ok    i    gotta    ask.    are    you    following    me    or    am    i    following    you.    bc    i    swear    we’ve    been    in    the    same    city    almost    every    week    now to:    Oscar    Piastri    F1    Vegas             oh    absolutely.    i    check    ur    gps    every    morning    and    plan    accordingly    😋 from:    Oscar    Piastri    F1    Vegas             knew    it!    mclaren    needs    to    hire    you    as    our    new    strategist. to:    Oscar    Piastri    F1    Vegas             i’d    get    you    pole    every    weekend,    u    don’t    even    have    to    worry    about    it from:    Oscar    Piastri    F1    Vegas             haha    i’ll    hold    you    to    that from:    Oscar    Piastri    F1    Vegas             anyway.    since    we’re    both    in    the    same    city    (again??),    coffee?    no    gps    tracking    required to:    Oscar    Piastri    F1    Vegas             deal.    but    only    if    you’re    paying    😊

from:    ozcar    ☕️            so  …  barcelona?

yourusername      barcelona,  u  were  magic!!  enjoyed long  walks,  sunshine,  and  too  many  croquetas.  my  heart  is  so  full  🇪🇸💜  #GUTSWorldTourBarcelona

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username11    AMAZING  SHOW  BEST  NIGHT  OF  MY  LIFEEEE username19    HOLD  ON.  WHOSE  HAND  IS  THAT  ON  THE  TENTH  SLIDE????? username19    WHO DAT IN THE BAAAAAAAAAACK username20    i’m  sick  i’m  shaking  i  need  answers  IMMEDIATELY username21    guys  can  we  please  stop  speculating  😭 give  her  some  privacy  im  begging username22    is  that  fr  oscar  piastri     ⤷    username23 QUICK  SOMEONE  GET  THAT  GIRL  FROM  TWITTER  😭

TMZ    |    @.tmz

popstar    y/n    and    formula    one    driver    oscar    piastri    on    a    datein    budapest    ahead    of    the    hungary    grand    prix?    the    two    have    been    fueling    speculation    for    months–    but    could    piastri    be    the    mystery    guy    y/n    has    been    posting    all    over    social    media?

full    story    HERE:    http://tmz.com/2025/07/30/y/n…

        ⤷            username1        GET    A    JOB!!!    STAY    AWAY    FROM    HER    @.tmz    !!!         ⤷            username2        me    when    i’ve    been    following    @.ynlovebot’s    thread    for    months    now    wbk    🥱         ⤷            username3        “on    a    date”    y’all    it’s    just    two    people    WALKING         ⤷            username4        something    something    apollo    granting    the    gift    of    prophecy    to    the    most    random    people         ⤷            username5    what  is  she  even  doing  in  hungary  the  tour  ended  2  weeks  ago  ????

from:  ozcar  ☕️💜     so  am  i  ever  getting  a  full  feature  or  am  i  doomed  to  be  ‘mystery  guy’  forever to:  ozcar  ☕️💜     aww  but  i  think  the  back  of  your  head  is  cute  😘

yourusername  posted  on  their  story  2m  ago

username24    PIASTRI???????? username25    ARIANA  WHAT  ARE  YOU  DOING  HERE username26    bae  can  u  tell  him  it’s  okay  …  he  can  have  more  than  one  t  shirt username27    SOMEONE  GET  THE  GIRL  FROM  TWITTER  OMG???? username28    SORRY  THIS  HARD  LAUNCH  IS  INSANE  STFUUUUUUUU

yourusername    three  months  since  #GUTSWorldTour  ended  and  i  missed  y’all  so  much  so…  surprise!!  my  new  single    ‘so  american’  is  out  now!!!

some  moments  i  never  want  to  forget  ❣️  late  nights,  new  cities,  wayyyy  too  many  airport  terminals,  and  the  kind  of  memories  that  feel  like  they  belong  to  someone  else  until  u  look  back  and  realize—  oh.  that  was  me.  that  was  us.

listen  anywhere  u  listen  to  music.  link  in  bio!!  🎸💜

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username29    SO  AMERICAN  OUT  OF  NOWHERE???  OH  WE  WON  TODAY username30    “OH  GOD  I’M  GONNA  MARRY  HIM”  MAAM  IS  THERE  SOMETHING  U  WANT  TO  TELL  US???? oscarpiastri    interesting  choice  of  headwear  🤔     ⤷    yourusername    oh  this?  i  just  saw  it  lying  around     ⤷    username31    the  way  the  photo  w  the  mclaren  hat  is  the  20th  photo  too  oh  man  is  down  BADDD username32    god  ik  that  girl  from  twitter  is  feeling  sooo  vindicated  rn😭

bonus !!!

[sibylsleaves]

i always forget that eddie never really talks about buck with anyone in the show, its just such a stark contrast to how buck is always seen talking about eddie to others or bringing up eddie’s Things in front of the 118 or whatever. hopefully we will start seeing eddie talk about buck to strangers in texas (kinda like he did with marjan) :) seems like a good segue into an eventual feelings realization

right now im of the opinion (and kinda what i tried to convey in my last answer) that like. NOT showing us that is starting to have weight to it. because we have gotten so many episodes of Buck's feelings ABOUT Eddie in the last two seasons. and specifically Buck HIDING feelings from Eddie (even something as small as the way Buck's face falls--out of Eddie's line of sight--in 8x01 and 8x08). i think the last time we got similar shots from eddie was in 6b during buck's recovery arc.

and like obviously one reason is that buck and eddie are very different people. eddie keeps things, especially things that matter to him, close to the chest. buck really doesn't. another reason is that buck has an outlet or two to talk about eddie to other people (maddie is a recurring one, tommy in 704 was another, chim even was one way back in s2). Eddie...doesn't have that. who does he usually go to first with things? Buck. occasionally Bobby (sometimes only after Buck has suggested it).

but regardless of the practical reasons for it, the unevenness of this POV issue is starting to feel interesting to me. like now the possibility of getting a glimpse of how eddie thinks about/talks about Buck to other people who AREN'T buck could be revealing in a fun way.

and like to be clear what i am talking about is Eddie's PERCEPTION of his feelings. because I think the show has made Eddie's feelings about Buck pretty clear over the last 7 seasons. we just don't know if HE is like, fully aware/able to acknowledge how deep his feelings go. but the show has been very clear since at least s3 about how deep those feelings are.

[deathofacupid]

Your jjk works are so good!!

How about a drabble or fic where instead of satoru dying and leaving reader alone, the reader dies first?

the space behind the school held a strange warmth, a pocket of mellow light when the sun managed to pierce the thick canopy. it was a fleeting heaven, though, those moments of golden reprieve.

most often, the trees held firm, their leaves a dense, whispering curtain against the world. a cracked sidewalk, weary concrete, traced a dull line through the overgrown grass. in the shadows, it felt like a separate realm.

satoru had always found it stifling, too hidden. another place where the world pressed in, another escape denied. you, though, you saw it differently. a perspective he’d once dismissed with a playful roll of his eyes, now he’d call it fresh.

back then, you were just a kid, bright and brimming, the kind of life people instinctively gravitated towards. he’d found a strange echo of himself in you, despite their different upbringings.

you were wiser, somehow, even if only by a sliver. not that you had it all figured out.

“here?” he’d asked, a hint of disdain in his voice. but it wasn’t a real complaint. “again?” he looked down at you, already settled in the tall grass, leaning back.

“yeah. it’s quiet.”

“boring,” he’d countered, poking you lightly before settling beside you.

“quiet,” you’d corrected, a gentle smile playing on your lips.

you were too young to crave silence, to have already felt the weight of the world’s noise. he’d sighed, knowing it was futile. “don’t you hate it here?”

you’d gazed up at the obscured sky. “at school? we’re graduating soon.”

“no. i don’t know. in general, maybe? just… all of this.”

“like, your clan?” you’d guessed, and he’d sighed again.

he was too young to yearn for clear air, to have already inhaled the first tendrils of choking smoke. “maybe,” he’d finally admitted. “yeah, maybe.”

“it’s not too bad. i mean, i wouldn’t know, exactly. i… i kind of get it.” and you did. you didn’t need to walk his path to feel his burden. “you just need to seek out the good things.”

“good things?” he’d scoffed. “did a fortune cookie tell you that?”

you’d shoved him, a playful glint in your eyes belying the mock frown. “shut up,” you’d muttered. then, reaching behind you, you’d plucked something from the grass, a small thing, delicate in your palm. you held it close to his face.

“there’s beauty in everything.” it was a flower, a concrete flower, forced to bloom in shadow, yet stubbornly alive. by will, or by fate, you didn’t know. you were just a kid, after all.

you’d met his eyes, those soft cerulean pools.

“it’ll get better from here,” you’d assured him, your words always so sweet, so inviting. you knew what to say, and when. maybe you needed to hear it too, sometimes. satoru wasn’t like that. words were fleeting, fragile, unspoken because of fear. a memory untold, one could say.

“yeah?” he’d asked, his gaze drifting to your lips.

it was his favorite memory, one among many. now, sitting in that same spot, years later, the details had blurred.

the color of your shirt, pink or blue – he hoped blue, for some foolish reason. he couldn’t even be sure if he’d kissed you, though it felt like he should have. the memory faded, like so many others.

he feared losing you completely. forgetting. he was still that kid, after all. you were too, he thought, even though you were gone.

he’d always craved fresh air, and it had only grown thicker with smoke. you’d always wanted quiet, and if the true noise had been your final torment, he hoped you’d found peace.

he’d trade his happiness for yours, any day. that much hadn’t changed, nor would it ever.

as he reached for a concrete flower, he understood. you were wrong. these flowers bloomed, yes, in their desolate world.

but they were never the same as those kissed by sunlight.

-> a/n: thank u for the request cutie, hope i did it justice !! and im glad u enjoy my works <33

[jjjjeonww]

so…! i’ve made a decision. after everything i’ve been going through irl, i’m going to quit tumblr. i know this may seem sudden; and that you think “oh! but you seem fine yuna!” but i’m actually not fine. i’ve been going through a lot silently (for years now, since like the age of 10-12..) and i don’t think tumblr will help me with my mental health. yes; it’s my safe space, somewhere i would go to when no one was there for me. but now, i think i need to face the real challenges, i can’t have tumblr being my safe space anymore. please know that i still love my 181 followers. each and every single one of you are so special to me.

to my mutuals, you all have done so much for me, and i’m grateful for that. i’m grateful for whatever tumblr has given and granted me. i’m sorry that i’m leaving - though i don’t think anybody would really be affected by my leaving - i still apologize. i hope that maybe one day, just one day, i can come back. come back to this, come back to the love i’ve been getting.

to: @gyubakeries

tiya, you were my first mutual here, and i remember how you greeted me with open arms and such kindness, and i’ll remember that forever my fav gyuldaengie🤍 and i guess i’ll not be seeing that woozi fic, sigh. it’ll be in my heart though, and you’ll be in my heart too.

to: @96z

naya!! im not sure if you’ll see this but when i went to the waterpark - nothing leaked, your advice worked <3 i love you for that, i love you always🩵

to: @kwonienana

my make out sesh partner!! my nana!! i’m sad i wont see the 3rd part to unsent!woozi, but i’ll imagine that reader n him have a good ending. i love you so so so so much, please remember that my delusional-texted-hoshi-on-insta-girl💋

to: @jooyeonsvape

amb, my favourite jooyeon stan, i was so glad to have met another villain on tumblr. and i was glad it was someone so sweet and so kind. i love your fics, every one of them, and i love you. ❤️

to: @studioeisa

kae, my favourite 8star!! i have always loved every single one of your works, and i’m glad that i met a carat-villain, even glader (thats not a word but) that it was you. you were so kind to me, so sweet, so loving. i think now, whenever i see gunil, i’ll think of you. 💚

to: @antoncore

cee!! i loved discussing and talking to you about … riize’s … sizes…💜 (hey that rhymes!) when i first met you, i had no idea that you were secretly this freaky, and to think that you r so cute😭 (personality n looks!) i love you my favourite anton stan💕

to: @chenlezip

anna! my cutie, the woozi fic you wrote for me - i loved it so much. i think i’ve read it daily this week, i’ll never forget it, and i will never ever forget you my darling🤍 (and the jaem series bc WTF I LOVED IT SMM)

to: @seokminfilm

LYR!!! i guess i’m never getting that down bad seok fic huh?? hehe - it’s fine. i just loved talking to you about it, and i thank you once again, for making me one of the main characters in your fic, and a thank you for making mingyu down bad in that fic🤭 i love u my lyric🩶

to: @wonkierideul

this… this one was really hard to write. nini, out of all of my moots - i have to say you’re my favourite. i’m sorry to all the others, but you have a special place in my heart. you’ll always have a special place in my heart. i’m sorry we never got to vc properly, i’m sorry for all the things i’ve done that have pissed you off. i’m sorry, for leaving you. i’ll see you when i see junhui. and, when i see soonhoon, i’ll smile, but feel a pain in my heart, knowing that was once us, not anymore though.

to: @starstrawb

my silly squirrel, i thank you for all of the kind words you’ve said to me, i thank you for all of the good morning and good night messages, all of the ‘checking up on you’ messages. i thank you for everything, the love, the adoration, everything that you’ve given me. i’m sorry i couldn’t give you the same kind of love, but just know i tried my absolute best. 🐿️

to: @kissbyoon

another one that was hard to write. liza, the jeonghan who loves to annoy the woozi, i loved getting annoyed by you, i always did. i loved every single moment with you, even your most delusional ones. i hope you know that i love you. i hope you know that sadly - i’ll not be coming back. maybe i will. maybe i wont. most likely i wont. i’m sorry to say i wont be coming back like how jeonghan is. and please lili, dont wait for me like you’re waiting for jeonghan and wonwoo. it pains me to know that.

to: @gyuwrites

for some reason, we started off as mutuals who just followed each-other, then a stupid anon came in and ruined my chances of actually getting to know you. that’s one of my biggest regrets. maybe in another life we could meet again, and start off good that time. thank you for your support ashley. 💙

to: @noircheols

seilah, thank you for yapping to me, thank you for trusting me with your rants. and just overall, thank you for trusting me. i’ll remember our little yap sessions, where we talked shit, where we vented, where we just… yapped together. it felt right. but me leaving you? it doesn’t. i hope you get a job soon, just know i’ll always be praying for you. 🖤

to: @vernons-wifey12

renee, thank you for the daily horanghaes, i think you were my first ever dolly stan, apart from @/rosiemain and @/seokminfilm. i really enjoyed the time when we were enjoying eachother’s virtual presence, i love you my vernon💗

to: @rosiemain

my roro, i’ll miss you so much. if i could give you a hug, i really would. but for now - does a virtual hug work? 🫂. you’re my favourite woozidan, my absolute favourite. i once said i would never want to find another woozidan ( to @/hanniescookie ) but i’m glad i have. i’m sorry our time of friendship together was so short. i’m rooting you get your boy, and i hope ‘🦢’ gets run over by a truck. i love you forevermore my girl.

to: @hanniescookie

and yet, another hard one. augustine. oh, i didn’t know leaving you would be this hard. i don’t know. i don’t know what i would do without you. your words were the main reason i kept going. no actually, YOU were the main reason i kept going. no matter how fat i felt, how insecure i was, your words broke through them. and you broke down the wall i had built just to get closer to me, i’m sorry to say that now, the wall has been renewed, and there’s no way to destroy it now. i’ll love you my jeonghan to my wonwoo. and i’ll remember you, always and forever.

to: @seokmn

and yet another moot who i have barely gotten to know. thank you for reblogging my jiung smau <3 i hope you can find a boyfie that’s just like loser boy jiung hehe 🐍

to: @honeyhae-svt

미안해, 아내야. 이렇게 일찍 떠나서 미안해. 우리가 서로에게 보낸 음성 메모가 즐거웠어요 ㅎㅎ . 그리울거야. 진짜. 사랑해요. 정말 많이. 나를 잊지마 내 예쁜 소녀야 ㅋㅋㅋㅋ 사랑해☹️💓

to: @dokyumms

my texas girlie, pls pls pls think of me when someone mentions young sheldon🤓🤓 but really, legit thank you for becoming moots with me, it was such an honour!! i’ll never forget you. never. this - i swear. i love u lovie💖

to: @kyeomviiee

oh my sweet sweet kae. thank you for all the moodboards you have made me. i hope your break is going well, i hope u think of me hehe😛 but really, take good rest love, i’ll be by your side, just think i’m there with you. 💞

to: @polarisjisung

another moot who i wanted to get to know but sadly did not. thank you for following me, i have no idea why you!! hua!! would follow some one like me but hey i aint complaining <3 take good care of anna for me💜

to: @iamdkayyyyy

thank you for your playlist, and for the wonwoo fic, i really really loved both of it🤍 you are soo soo soo soo kind, and i really love you for that. thank you for everything soumaya🌹

let me take a breather.

and now - to the rest of the people who have supported me, thank you. for everything. literally everything. i love EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF. YOU. no matter what you’ve done to me. thank you for all the joy you’ve brought to me on tumblr.com !! my journey on here will be marked in my heart as my favourite journey.

thank you, and this is @jjjjeonww signing off. good night, good evening, good afternoon, and good morning to all of you.

(i’ve gotten questions about whether some people can still publish some works they have made for me and my answer is yes, you can still publish it.)

[iamdkayyyyy]

° „ ★ Not alone 🎀ྀིྀི 

Dis one for my Pookie @kyeomviiees 

Love you, I hope you rested well on your break!

💋👻💋👻💋👻

° „ ★ Not alone 🎀ྀིྀི 🍊

Seungkwan x reader

(reader is referred to as y/n once, comfort, fluff)

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You had a long day, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders as you navigated through the routine of life. 

It was hard;

Wake up, rush out of the house, Get yelled at by your boss

Have your co-workers steal nasty glances at you, it was just a lot. Maybe too much. Coming home to your empty apartment, the silence was deafening, and for a moment, you just wanted to melt into the floor.

Just then, your phone buzzed, and a familiar name lit up the screen—Seungkwan. His cheerful personality always had a way of lifting your spirits, so you didn't hesitate for even a second before picking up.

"Hey, are you home?" His voice was bright, a ray of sunshine breaking through your clouds.

"Yeah, im home…" you replied softly, trying to muster up some enthusiasm.

“Great. I’m on my way!” he chimed, his voice bubbling with excitement. You couldn’t help but smile. You had no idea how he did it, but Seungkwan always seemed to know when you needed him.

A short while later, the doorbell rang, pulling you from your thoughts. You opened the door to find Seungkwan standing there, his arms filled with your favourite snacks and a comforting blanket draped over his shoulder. His eyes sparkled with that contagious energy, and you instantly felt the weight on your heart begin to lighten.

“Surprise! Movie night!” he declared, his smile brightening your mood and your entire day.

You laughed softly, stepping aside to let him in. “Kwan, I love you. You’re the best,” you murmured, feeling your heart warm at the thoughtfulness behind his actions.

He settled on the couch, spreading the blanket over both of you before handing you a bag of chips. “Now, spill. What’s been bothering you? Are you ok?”

You hesitated, but the sincerity in his gaze urged you to open up. “It's just… everything feels so overwhelming sometimes and it's all hitting me at once like a tsunami. I don’t know how to handle it all.”

Seungkwan’s expression softened, his cheerful facade melting into something more serious. “You’re not alone in this, you know? I’m always here for you,” he reassured, reaching out to squeeze your hand.

 “Not alone?” you started singing hitorijanai to try and lighten up the mood. He laughed his gorgeous laugh, making your smile wider than ever.

His warmth was comforting, making it easier to express your feelings. You shared your worries, each word spilling out more easily in the safe space he had created. Through it all, Seungkwan listened intently, nodding along, occasionally offering encouraging words or anecdotes of his own struggles.

“Life is tough, but so are you,” he said, his voice gentle yet firm. “And it’s okay to lean on your friends. Especially me. Please lean on me. I don’t want you to have to carry everything by yourself.”

At that moment, you felt lighter, as if the burdens you had been carrying were being lifted, one by one. Seungkwan was always so good at making you see the brighter side of things. Maybe because HE was the brighter side of things.

As the movie played softly in the background, you both snuggled under the blanket, surrounded by snacks and giggles. It felt like the chaos outside ceased to exist, and the world had narrowed down to this safe bubble created by two people destined for each other. (they just do not know it yet)

“Thank you for being you,” you said quietly, turning to him, your eyes gleaming with tears of everything. Joy that he was here and he cared, sadness because of everything that happened today. Fear of losing your one and only Kwannie.

Seungkwan cocked his head, his eyes sparkling. “You deserve all the love and comfort in the world. And don’t forget, I’m not just here to watch movies; I’m here for everything.”

 “ kwanranghaeeeeee” you sang, once again trying to show him you care about him too. 

“ No, but seriously kwan, im here for you too”

“ Thank you, y/n but don't make this about me, today is about YOU.” he said, making dramatic hand gestures causing you to tug your lips into that large smile he loved.

With that, he leaned against you, resting his head on your shoulder. His warmth felt like a hug that wrapped around your heart. You could feel the tension leave your body, and for the first time in a while, you simply allowed yourself to enjoy the moment, knowing you had someone who genuinely cared by your side.

As the credits rolled, you stayed tucked under the blanket, talking and laughing together. For tonight, at least, everything felt right in the world, and you knew that with Seungkwan around, you could face whatever came your way.

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@kyeomviiee I tried I really did, but like I said, im still not very good at writing fics. I do still hope you like this thoooo

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[enden-k]

So what im hearing is that Saran probably had siblings at some point. Unborn or not- the wording of "Saran is their first child" and "firstborns that still lived, to die" is VERY specific, the only logical conclusion is that tere were supposed to be children born after that that, for some reason, didnt make it to birth/died soon after. Saran never mentions any, so he may have been too young to remember, or he may never have known at all

Also his dad never being able to shrug off the responsibility of being a priest. Makes me think its not only Saran that is an only child, due to the curse or not

Lots to think in that department

Also every priest particularly died. Its VERY clear that whatever blessing/curse they had going on is probably of fear/ghost thingie origin, some sort of higher being that was likely bound to the people in Saran's bloodline

Would explain their innate ability to see ghosts. And their knowledge, the knowledge that Azai aquires and forms amygdala with is also very specific, the whole thing with contracts and how to navigate them? He didnt find thay out. He might have refined the techniques but that bastard has not had a single original thought in his life

The real thing that stumps me is, why is it that Saran dying caused whatever curse/blessing this was to kill every other priest? Daddy dearest knew Saran was dead when he died, so it is something that would have been very clear to priests themselves/Saran's dad being THE important one

Something makes me think it really has to do with the fact that when he died, dear old Saran cane back as a higher evil, fears feed off of this nebulous energy thing that i cant remember fully now (I dont know if negative in general or outright fright) so maybe the priests were able to produce a higher quality/quantity of such energy? Really have gone on a limb probably, i gotta go check everything on contracts to read what clues im forgetting

Just my initial thoughts! First time i write these theories down, been nursing them for a while but they hadnt come up yet so this is very messy first organizing of it all

Thank you for making such fun lore to analyze!

-🦜

ohh youre actually on the right track tho!! some things are right, some are wrong but i wont point out what bc i will def babble and i rlllllly wanna reveal it all through the story (tempted to do the side story right NOOWWW i wanna explain i wanna show i aaaaaaaaaaaaaa)

this tho, safe to say that this is spot on

he first used saran for his ability to see and exorcise ghosts; saran always regarded it as a curse he didnt want to have while azai saw potential to help people (he didnt always have bad intentions) and later the potential to gain power and control since paranormal beings are festering the lands after all. he took it all but never knew how to properly control this kind of power and how dangerous it actually is, esp so when trying to tame and control a fear of greater evil. theyre all pure negative energy, there cant come anything good

anw thanks for the message!! i didnt expect you to actually go and theorize now akjscbjkas never feel forced or pressured to do that btw!!!!

[ineedmycoffeerightnow]

I just LOVE the way that anti acting like they have THE AUTHORITY to call some victims "Corrupted" and "Not really a victim". I was groomed several times in my life, it fucked me up REALLY bad. I tried to cope with it in different ways - i tried to collect stuff, tried to travel and go outside and speak to people more - it just make me worse. IT DIDN'T HELP. I was just trying to FORGET what I've been through and it make me lash out on everyone more. U know what helped? FICTION. Finally i could write about the experiences that i had, understand my feelings and cope with trauma in a SAFE WAY. And im being called "fake victim" and "dirty minded freak" for what have helped me get better. There is no "right" way to be a victim, we don't own you shit. If anti think they can tell what is good for other victim and police them over what helped them i suggest anti go and fuck themselves actually :3

I have never been so pissed off at comments in my life, we had gone back and forth for a while with them claiming I'm invalidating incest and normalising it. But this just made me give up and realise they are not worth my time.

[buqbite]

loved the 2.3 scene where they bickered like petty little kids

[confessedlyfannish]

Writing Prompt #12

Bruce is reading the paper when the pour of Tim's coffee goes abruptly quiet. It would be hard to pinpoint why this is disturbing if it wasn't for the way the soft, tinny sound the vent system in the manor makes cuts out for the first time since being updated in the 90s. The pour, Bruce realizes, has not slowed to a trickle before stopping. It has simply stopped. And there is no overeager clack of a the mug against the marble counter or the uncouth first slurp (nor muttered apology at Alfred's scolding look) immediately following the end of the pour.

Bruce fights the instinct to use all of his senses to investigate, and instead keeps his eyes on the byline of the article detailing the latest set of microearthquakes to hit the midwest in the last week. Microearthquakes aren't an unusual occurrence and aren't noticeable by human standards, which is why this article is regulated to page seven, but from several hundred a day worldwide to several hundred a day solely in the East North Central States, seismologists are baffled.

Bruce had been considering sending Superman to investigate under the guise of a Daily Planet article requested by Bruce Wayne (Wayne Industries does have an offshoot factory in the area) when everything had stopped twenty seconds ago. That is what he assumes has happened (having not moved a muscle to confirm) in the amount of time he assumes has passed. His million dollar Rolex does not quite audibly tick but in the absolute silence it should be heard, which confirms the silence to be exactly that—absolute.

While Bruce can hold his breath with the best of the Olympian swimmers, he has never accounted for a need to remain without blinking without being able to move one's eyes. Rotating the eyeballs will maintain lubrication such that one could go without blinking for up to ten minutes. But staring at the byline fixedly, he estimates another twenty seconds before tears start to form.

These are the thoughts Bruce distracts himself with, because he doesn't dare consider how Tim and Alfred haven't made a (living) sound in the past forty-five seconds. About Damian, packing his bag upstairs for school after a morning walk with Titus that was "just pushing it, Master Damian".

There is a knife to his right, if memory serves (it does). In the next five seconds—

"Your wards and guardian are fine, Mr. Wayne," the deepest voice Bruce has ever heard intones. For a dizzying moment, it is hard to pinpoint the location of the voice, for it comes from everywhere—like the chiming of a clocktower whilst inside the tower, so overpowering he is cocooned in its volume.

But it is not spoken loudly, just calmly, and when he puts the paper down, folds it, and looks to his right, a blue man sits in Dick's chair.

He wears a three piece suit made entirely of hues of violet, tie included. He has a black brooch in the shape of a cogwheel pinned to his chest pocket, a simple chain clipped to his lapel. Black leather gloves delicately thumb Bruce's watch (no longer on his wrist, somewhere between second 45 and 46 it has stopped being on his wrist), admiring it.

"You'll forgive me," the man says with surety. "Clocks are rather my thing, and this is an impressive piece." He turns it over and reveals the 'M. Brando' roughly scratched into the silver back. He frowns.

"What a shame," he says, placing it face side up on the table.

"Most would consider that the watch's most valuable characteristic." Bruce says, voice steady, hands neatly folded before him. Two inches from the knife. To his left, there is an open doorway to the kitchen. If he turns his head, he might be able to get a glance of Tim or Alfred.

He doesn't look away from the man.

"It is the arrogance of man," the man says, raising red eyes (sclera and all) to Bruce, "to think they can make their mark on time."

"...Is that supposed to be considered so literally?" Bruce asks, with a light smile he does not mean.

The man smiles lightly back, eyes crinkling at the corners. He looks to be in his mid thirties, clean-shaven. His skin is a dull blue, his hair a shock of white, and a jagged scar runs through one eye and curving down the side of his cheek, an even darker, rawer shade of blue-purple.

The man turns the watch back over and taps at the engraving. "Let me ask you this," he says. "When we deface a work of art, does it become part of the art? Does it add to its intrinsic meaning?"

Bruce forces his shoulders to shrug. "It's arbitrary," he says. "A teenager inscribes his name on the wall of an Ancient Egyptian temple and his parents are forced to publicly apologize. But runic inscriptions are found on the Hagia Sophia that equate to an errant Viking guard having inscribed 'Halfdan was here' and we consider it an artifact of a time in which the Byzantine Empire had established an alliance with the Norse and converted vikings to Christianity."

"The vikings were as errant as the teenager," the man says, "in my experience." He leans back in his chair. "I suppose you could say the difference is time. When time passes, we start to think of things as artistic, or historical. We find the beauty in even the rubble, or at least we find necessity in the destruction..."

He offers Bruce the watch. After a moment, Bruce takes it.

"The problem, Mr. Wayne, is that time does not pass for me. I see it all as it was, as it is, as it ever will be, at all times. There is no refuge from the horror or comfort in that one day..." he closes his hand, the leather squeaking. And then his face smooths out, the brief severity gone. He regards Bruce calmly.

"You can look left, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce looks left. Framed by the doorway, Tim looks like a photograph caught in time. A stream of coffee escapes the spout of the stainless steel pot he prefers over the Breville in the name of expediency, frozen as it makes its way to the thermos proclaiming BITCH I MIGHTWING. Tim regards his task with a face of mindless concentration, mouth slack, lashes in dark relief against his pale skin as he looks down at the mug. Behind him, Bruce can see Alfred's hand outstretched towards the refrigerator handle, equally and terrifyingly still.

"My name is Clockwork," the man says. "I have other names, ones you undoubtedly know, but this one will be bestowed upon me from the mouth of a child I cherish, and so I favor it above all else. I am the Keeper of Time."

"What do you want from me?" Bruce asks, shedding Wayne for Batman in the time it takes to meet Clockwork's eyes. The man acknowledges the change with a greeting nod.

"In a few days time, you will send Superman to the Midwest to investigate the unusual seismic activity. By then, it will be too late, the activity will be gone. They will have already muzzled him."

"Him."

"There is a boy with the power to rule the realm I come from. Your government has been watching him. The day he turned 18, they took him from his family and hid him away. I want you to retrieve him. I want you to do it today."

"Why me?"

"His parents do not have the resources you do, both as Batman and Bruce Wayne. You will dismantle the organization that is keen on keeping him imprisoned, and you will offer him a scholarship to the local University. You and yours will keep him safe within Gotham until he is able to take his place as my King."

This is a lot of information to take in, even for Bruce. The idea that there could be a boy powerful enough to rule over this (god, his mind whispers) entity and that somehow, he has slipped under all of their radars is as frustrating as it is overwhelming. But although Clockwork has seemed willing to converse, he doesn't know how many more questions he will get.

"You have the power to stop time," he decides on, "why don't you rescue him? Would he not be better suited with you and your people?"

"Within every monarchy, there is a court," Clockwork. "Mine will be unhappy with the choice I have made," he looks at Bruce's watch, head cocked. "In different worlds, they call you the Dark Knight. This will be your chance to serve before a True King."

Bruce bristles. "I bow to no one."

"You'll all serve him, one day," Clockwork says, patiently. "He is the ruler of realms where all souls go, new and old. When you finally take refuge, he will be your sanctuary." He frowns. "But your government rejects the idea of gods. All they know is he is other. Not human. Not meta. A weapon."

"A weapon you want me to bring to my city."

"I believe you call one of your weapons 'Clark', do you not?" Clockwork asks idly. "But you misunderstand me. They seek to weaponize him. He is not restrained for your safety, but for their gain."

"And if I don't take him?" Bruce asks, because a) Clockwork has implied he will be at the very least impeded, at worst destroyed over this, and b) he never did quite learn not to poke the bear. "You won't be around if I decide he's better off with the government."

"You will," Clockwork says, with the same certainty he's wielded this entire conversation. "Not because he is a child, though he is, nor because you are good, though you are, nor even because it is better power be close at hand than afar.

"I have told you my court will be unhappy with me. In truth, there are others who also defend the King. Together we will destroy the access to our world not long after this conversation. The court will be unable to touch him, but neither will we as we face the repercussions for our actions. I am telling you this, because in a timeline where I do not, you think I will be there to protect him. And so when he is in danger, even subconsciously, you choose to save him last, or not at all. And that is the wrong choice.

"So cement it in your head, Bruce Wayne," the man says, "You will go to him because I tell you to. And you will keep him safe until he is ready to return to us. He will find no safety net in me. So you will make the right choice, no matter the cost."

"Or, when our worlds connect again, and they will," his voice now echoes in triplicate with the voices of the many, the young, the old, Tim, Bruce's mother, Barry Allen, Bruce's own voice, "I will not be the only one who comes for you."

"Now," he says, producing a Wayne Industries branded BIC pen. "I will tell you the location the boy is being kept, and then I would like my medallion back, please. In that order."

Bruce glances down and sees a golden talisman, attached to a black ribbon that is draped haphazardly around the neck of his bathrobe, so light (too light, he still should have—) he has not felt its weight until this moment.

Bruce flips the paper over, takes the pen, and jots down the coordinates the being rattles off over the face of a senator. By his calculation, they do correspond with a location in the midwest.

"You will find him on B6. Take a left down the hallway and he will be in the third room down, the one with a reinforced steel door. Take Mr. Kent and Mr. Grayson with you, and when you leave take the staircase at the end of the hallway, not the elevator."

The man gets up, dusts off his impeccably clean pants, and offers him a hand to shake.

"We will not meet again for some time, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce looks at the creature, stands, and shakes his hand. It feels like nothing. The Keeper of Time sighs, although nothing has been said.

"Ask your question, Mr. Wayne."

"I have more than one."

"You do," Clockwork says. "But I have heard them all, and so they are one. Please ask, or I will not be inclined to answer it."

"What does this boy mean for the future, that you are willing to sacrifice yourself for him?"

There is a pause.

"So that is the one," Clockwork says, after a time. "Yes. I see. I should resolve this, I suppose."

"Resolve what?"

"It is not his future I mean to protect," the man says. "It is his present."

"You want to keep him safe now..." Bruce says, but he's not sure what the being is trying to say.

"I am not inclined," Clockwork repeats, stops. His expression turns solemn, red eyes widening. In their reflection, Bruce can see something. A rush of movement too quick to make heads or tails of, like playing fast forward on a videotape. "Superman reports no signs of unusual seismic activity. With nothing further to look into, you let it go in favor of other investigative pursuits. You do not find him, as you are not meant to. He stays there. His family, his friends, they cannot find him. His captors tell him they have moved on. He does not believe them, until he does. He stays there. He stays there until he is strong enough to save himself."

Clockwork speaks stiffly, rattling off the chain of events as if reading a Justice League debrief. "He is King. He will always be King. He is strong, and good, and compassionate, and he is great for my people because yours have betrayed his trust beyond repair. He throws himself into being the best to ever Be, because there is nothing Left for him otherwise. We love him. We love him. We love him. My King. Forevermore."

The red film in his eyes stall out, and Bruce is forced to look away from how bright the image is, barely making out a silhouette before they dull back to their regular red.

"I am not inclined," Clockwork says slowly, "To this future."

"Because of what it means in the present," Bruce finishes for him. "They're not just imprisoning him, are they."

"They will have already muzzled him."

Clockworks is right in front of him faster than he can process, fist gripping the medallion at his neck so tight he now feels the ribbon digging into his skin.

"Unlike you, Mr. Wayne," and for the first time, the god is angry, and the image of it will haunt Bruce for the rest of his life, "I do not believe in building a better future on the back of a broken child."

"Find him," the deity orders, and yanks the necklace so hard the ribbon rips—

Clack!

"sluuuuurp!"

"Master Timothy, honestly!"

"Sorry Alfred!"

[casualavocados]

Learn from who? Learn from you?

Chen Bowen as CHEN YI & Chiang Tien as AI DI KISEKI: DEAR TO ME (2023)

[winters-on-the-wing]

so this is delusional.

1. james never one gropes snape. never one does james even touch snape’s intimate areas. in the books, james never even touches snape’s clothing. because there was no physical touch, there was no sexual implications, and snape’s condition wasn’t being used for the sexual pleasure of others, it’s NOT SEXUAL ASSAULT. you’re absolutely ridiculous for implying that it is. it’s not downplaying, it’s pointing out a totally ridiculous argument. you guys only call it sexual assault because the phrase is reactionary and you want people to forget all the shitty things snape has done. it’s like calling a paper cut a lethal stab wound. it’s insensitive and nonsensical.

2. it is clearly stated in the books that when james “abused” snape, snape “abused” right back, hexing james at every opportunity. i won’t deny that james had his moments where he was a bully, but it’s ridiculous to insinuate that snape’s decision to join the death eaters can be excused because he endured some petty bullying. many of the aurors and children of the aurors were TORTURED and they still stood up for what was right up until the very end.

3. using “snape wanted power and nobody else would give him power” is a justification for him joining the death eaters that i see all the time and it just makes no damn sense to me. power is not like food or water or shelter or love. you don’t need it to be whole. why does snape want so badly to feel like he’s above somebody else? it’s because he’s a blood supremacist who’s clinging to the only little semblance of privilege he has, which is fascinating to examine, but undeniably slimy and disgusting. he’s stomping on the heads of others to get himself ahead. that’s- there’s no justifying that.

4. blaming james for what snape eventually did is overall just ridiculous. first of all, james wasn’t the only one who teased snape. second of all, snape’s canonical treatment towards lily and the other muggleborns at hogwarts confirms his blood supremacist views, which means that this also contributed to his decision to join voldemort.

also i just find it hilarious that snape stan’s constantly bring in other professors to try and make them seem just as bad as snape. i’m not implying that minerva is perfect. but at least she isn’t openly bigoted, and tormenting children so badly that they’re terrified of coming to class. she’s done some questionable things, but i think she would step in before something awful happened. snape, on the other hand, threatened to kill neville’s pet. that’s way worse than sleeping in the hallway for a night. snape, on the other hand, continued to bully harry, a little boy who was already being horrifically abused, because of something harry couldn’t control: the actions of his LITERAL DEAD DAD TWENTY YEARS AGO.

im not saying snape is pure evil, he’s a fun character to analyze. but don’t try to justify his actions with me. it’s not going to work. he’s a bigot and a fascist and he deserved every bad thing he went through.

can snape stans for the love of god please shut the fuck up

here are some things i’ve GENUINELY seen snape stan’s say today and i have receipts:

1. that lily only fell in love with james because he gave her a love potion. i…i don’t even know what to say other than that this is obscene.

2. that james’ actions could be compared to what death eaters do. i’m sorry, has james ever killed or tortured anybody purely due to their race/ethnicity? does james think that all minorities deserve to die or be controlled? and do i need to remind people that snape literally WAS an avid blood supremacist and death eater?? jesus fucking christ…

3. like 3000 people saying over and over that james sexually assaulted snape. first of all, comparing pantsing to sexual assault is extremely disrespectful to anybody who’s been s/a’d, myself included. second of all, that only happened in the movies, dipshits. clearly you didn’t read the books if you obsess over that argument.

4. that lily, sirius, remus, james, and peter are all worse people than snape. i’m sorry, did any of them grow up to torment innocent children? did any of them grow up to find pleasure in the pain and suffering and fear of little kids, using their position as a TEACHER to express prejudice? did any of them grow up to use a child’s DEAD DAD’s actions from DECADES AGO to justify cruelty? peter grows up to be awful, but the other four make childhood mistakes that they learn and grow from in adulthood. snape never learns and grows. he just gets worse, and that’s nobody’s fault but his own.

5. that minerva and hagrid are just as bad as snape. first of all, hagrid never discriminated against students for their race or identity and neither does minerva. hagrid and minerva are tough but fair. they don’t enact cruelty. when they see bullies or cruel students get what’s coming to them, then they turn away because they’re witnessing natural consequences. i won’t deny that minerva and hagrid have favorites but they aren’t blatantly cruel to people who aren’t favorites and their only acts of cruelty are ones in which the students ACTUALLY INSTIGATE something worth punishing. snape punishes neville for existing. he punishes hermione for daring to participate in class. and malfoy goes off scott free because he’s a pure blood.

moral of the story, snape stans are delusional. if y’all weren’t so INSANE, then maybe i’d actually like snape. but you are. so i don’t, and i doubt i ever will!

[bunnieswithknives]

I feel bad for neglecting Hazel so much, I do have many thoughts about her.. and also a mermaid au that im probably not going to do anything with

[stingray-art]

you cling so tightly to the beast that waits to devour you

(please don’t tag as ship)