#I need a friend Mwuah

[latymerct]

Jesus. My bad for disappearing on yall. Think I found my soulmate, had the best happiest most serene 2 weeks of my life then everything crashed & burned and now I’m wildly depressed. Viva la White wine to keep me afloat

[mod-jazzy]

Me: I need to update this blog again, I’ll make some ask hints and whatnot and see if I can get a few asks, if not that’s alrig-

@curce in my inbox within 5 seconds:

[nappingmoon]

happy first day of autumn !

[tarnishedsilverjewelry]

Hey! Hope you’re doing well! I’ve had this idea of reader being in love with Bi Han but she thinks he loves Sektor and is bummed out about it but it is revealed Bi Han actually loves reader? I need angst 😔

A misunderstanding

A/N: Ugh this is such a good prompt *MWUAH* I hope you like this, I’m still new to this writing format to excuse me if the required angst isn’t up to par🤍

Warning: Angst(?), ooc Bi han

You sighed softly, gaze lingering on Bi Han and Sektor they had been sparring but now they lingered on the edge of the training grounds, his near constant praise for her echoing into your ears

You knew that you weren’t someone he even had to look at, just one of the kitchen staff who prepared meals for him. But..he’d sought you out out before

He knew your name, and spoke to you. He, the grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, sought you out and had said he valued your opinion! And when he watched you clean the kitchen before walking to your quarters had praised you for you attention to detail. He called the kitchens your domain, the one place he couldn’t beat you

It made your heart flutter, but perhaps you read too much into it. Now seeing the gentle smile he saved seemingly for Sektor, and the hand resting upon her shoulder. You were seeking out a friend who was last seen around the sparring grounds, but now you suddenly felt ill

Your heart wrenched at the sight, you knew the look Sektor was giving him. Like your grandmother would say ‘The eyes cannot lie. They will always tell’ turning on your heel you returned to the kitchen. You’d made apple and apricot glazed tarts for your friend, but now nothing sounded particularly appealing

You left the tarts out for kitchen staff to pick at, and tried to ignore the tears burning in your eyes and the tightness of your throat. A few shuddering deep breaths later and you were able to bury your feelings deeper for now

“[Reader], what are these?” By the Elder gods. Could he not let you miserable with the kitchen staff? Did he have to come and speak to you? “Apple tarts with an apricot glaze. I made them earlier. They are not up to my standards.” But your words did not make him falter, he picked up the last tart and took a bite

Your Grandmaster hummed slightly “I cannot see the faults you see in them, but perhaps that is only a mark of your expertise.” His voice lightened, and your heart sank further in your gut. “Thank you, Grandmaster.” You said tensely

“Excuse me, I’m rather tired today.” And just like that you were gone, leaving him alone in the kitchen. The walk back to your quarters were unbearable. Your thoughts raced and made your head pound, and with every step you took away from him you could feel your heart being ripped apart more and more

You respected Sektor, and she would undeniably be a good pairing for your grandmaster. She was as skilled in battle as he was, she moved with such grace and agility despite her cyberized armour. She did not need to depend on the weapons that came with her suit, as she packed quite the punch.

And you…understood. You were not what the grandmaster wanted in a partner, soft and unable to defend themselves. You came from a family of cooks and bakers, not fighters. You were only able to hide and hope any potential attacks didn’t find you, you could not take a stand like Sektor could. And on top of that, Sektor was exceptionally beautiful and you were painfully average in face and body.

Finally reaching our room, which you thankfully didn’t have to share with anyone (thanks to your head of kitchen staff title) you shut the door behind you and quickly changed into your fathers old clothes to sleep in.

Once you were snugly under the covers, you cried. You cried into your pillow for hours over a silly crush with a man who wouldn’t even look at you as more than his staff. When the moon was high, sleep finally took mercy on you and you slept free of dreams of a certain grandmaster

The next few weeks flew by, and you saw little of your grandmaster when he was alone. Lord Liu Kang was visiting, and often ate his meals with your Grandmaster and his brothers.

Tomas and Kuai Liang, like their brother easily picked up on your sour mood. They looked at you in concern and confusion—they hadn’t seen as more than bubbly and friendly. Lord Liu Kang noticed their confusion too, but thankfully said nothing.

He only passed to you a gentle and knowing smile.

When you could finally scurry out the room, and sit down until they called for more tea you felt like crying. Your face had been puffy from your near constant crying, and your eyes red. Thank goodness for cold compresses and early mornings.

When lunch was finally over, and the meat marinating for dinner already you had some free time. You slid through narrow and dimly populated hallways to the flower garden

The smell of flowers brought you peace, the light breeze. Your outer peace did not seep through to the ache in your heart, but thankfully—

“[Reader].”

Well there goes any alone time you may have enjoyed

“Lord Liu Kang, how may I be of service to you?” The God and protector of Earthrealm smiled “I just thought you may enjoy to know something.” Curiously, you patted the spot beside you “No need, m-[Reader]. I shall leave you alone after this.” Liu Kang thought for a moment before speaking again

“In every other life, you have faced this fear. And in every life this fear was for naught.” You stared at him, his knowing eyes crinkling with fondness. “Truly?” “Truly, K—your friends in past lives were the ones to push you to face it. I thought it best to tell you now before it festers deeper in your soul.” He smiled at you gently, eyes flickering with emotions you couldn’t quite place, and left.

Lord Liu Kang was not your only visitor, in fact Sektor herself found you among the flowers.

Would these people give you no peace????

“You seem at peace here.” She noticed. “Oh yes, when I was girl my aunt tended to the gardens. I was often allowed to go with her. You know I’m quite sure I planted these roses?” You mused, fingers dancing along the edge of the red petals

The red armored warrior chuckled. “Your family has served the Lin Kuei for many reader then?” You nodded. “Yes, my mother was the head baker and my father head cook. I grew up between the gardens and kitchens. My father and mother had two sister each, who worked in the gardens. When I was too young to help in the kitchens I was here.” Sektor nodded, half listening. She was mostly just assessing you

“Forgive my disrespect..but what do you want?” Sektor was so startled by your words she snorted. Quickly she took a seat beside you and leaned in to whisper in your ear “The Grandmaster is…exceptionally fond of you. But he is incapable of expressing them normally. He sent me to find out why you’ve been acting odd with him.” She admitted, watching you flush.

Keeping your voice low you looked at your hands “Really? I never thought he would reciprocate my feelings. Honestly, I thought…that you and him..” Sektor in response nearly doubled over in laughter. “Oh goodness no! Never that!” She continued to laugh unashamedly at the notion for multiple minutes. You laughter too, only a little embarrassed.

When her laughter sobered, she looked at you and said “You know I’ll have to explain this to him, right? And I won’t be the one to stop him from finding you.” She warned you lightly. “He knows where you sleep.” She added jokingly. “Well ask him to wait until after dinner, Lord Liu Kangs champions like to eat. I’ll be very busy.” Sektor nodded sagely, “I for one, am excited for your creations tonight too. I’ll make sure he waits.”

Dinner that night was a loud and boisterous event, and you quietly managed to convince Sektor to give you a few minutes head start before she told the Grandmaster.

The Grandmaster was visibly annoyed by Sektors insistence that her news could wait until dinner and dessert were cleaned up. “We should not spoil our meal!” She would insist.

The grandmaster stared you down anytime you came to take plates or refreshed drinks. You kept your gaze downward, focused on making this meal perfect for the visitors sake.

When you finally could pass duties onto the clean up crew, you slipped through dimly lit hallways past your bedrooms to the flower gardens again. You knew he’d find you, but for a few moments of peace before you had to face him? You’d do anything.

You didn’t bother to hide yourself, instead choosing to sit on the bench under the cherry blossom tree in the middle of the courtyard. It was only ten minutes of silence before you could hear the pounding footsteps of Bi han.

His eyes zeroed in on you, and he surged forward. “You have been avoiding me.” He growled. “Yes grandmaster, I’m sorry. Please sit and let’s talk.” The blue clad ninja sat beside you, body turned towards you. “Why Sektor? She is..a warrior. Fierce and worthy of pride for her word in defending earthrealm. Why would you have all people worry?”

Flushing red, you shrugged. “Exactly that. She is a fierce fighter, and everything I am not. I am astoundingly plain, a cook. I thought you would prefer someone more…worthy.” Bi han stared, in disbelief

“I have watched you since we were young. You are not a fighter, but you are exceptional. Your food is unmatched in all aspects and…plain is not how I would describe you. I have so much I dreamed of saying to you, but now in this moment….it is lost on me.”

Instead of continuing, Bi Hans hands slid up to cup your face. His face was hard and stern, but his eyes danced with emotions. Slowly, he leaned in not daring to tear his eyes away from yours. When you nodded softly, he pressed his lips against yours.

His lips were cold, where yours were warm but the mix was not unwelcomed. Your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands slid down to your hips. He pulled your body against his, leaving no gap between the two of you.

The kiss was slow, there was no rush now. Neither of you were in any rush now, Bi han had you in his arms after years of dreaming about it, and you could feel your heart mending itself with each passing moment.

When you pulled away, your head rested on his chest and he could feel the smile pulling at your face. “Come now, it’s cold out tonight. I’ll escort you back to tour quarters.” Bi Han said, reluctantly pulling away from you.

[ovrour]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐁𝐄𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆' ─── christopher o. sturniolo

A’S MESSAGE ✎ᝰ. i have no idea how to make a pic for these so when i make little blurbs like this they will contain no pic!

Absolutely nothing.

You and Chris met in the beginning of middle school years. Right in the middle of math class. Chris had a hard time understanding math, and had trouble with homework a lot. So, in that case you would come over and tutor him a lot.

Day after day you two would get closer, and he eventually became your best friend. Day after day turned into everyday, and it was just an unbroken cycle. Soon, you would catch feelings for each other.

Eventually, you two went into Highschool together and things got harder and harder everyday, but yet, he was still by your side like you were on his.

Later, he would invite you to hangout at his house while he along with his twin brothers would record videos for YouTube. He was happy that you supported him and his brothers throughout all there YouTube career.

Even then, you were still helping him with anything and everything that he needed.

Chris would invite you on trips and tours. Giving you a chance to meet his fans, and just really see how sweet they were. It made you happy that this is what he truly wanted, and was extremely proud of. You’d never want that to change ever.

So, on one of these special trips Chris asked you to dinner, and asked you out. You said yes and since then everything has been great. Soon enough, After Highschool Chris popped the big question, Asking you to marry him.

You were hysterical, this had been one of the best moments of your life. Your long term boyfriend asking you to marry him, was an absolute amazing idea.

In the end, You and Chris got married. Had twin girls, and great paying jobs. Life was great.

Your life is your best dream.

A’S MESSAGE ✎ᝰ. thank you sm for 400+ followers i love you all so much! mwuah

© OVROUR

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[reallykaz]

— .toothpaste kisses // chris sturniolo

chris sturniolo x bestfriend!fem!reader

plot summary : you and chris come home from a party in a fit of drunk giggles and decide to help each other get ready for bed but end up in a compromising position with his body so close to yours and his toothbrush in your mouth.

content warnings : basically nothing but strong language and mentions of drinking and being drunk. matt being a menace lmaoo. using each others toothbrush??? a little sexual tension hehe. idiots in love and a whole lotta fluff!!

a/n : an idea i got whilst listening to ‘toothpaste kisses by the maccabees’ it’s a cute song so check it out if you want! always appreciate all likes, comments and reblogs! mwuah <3

wc : 2.4k

"Ah! I’m gonna fall!"

You let out a fit of giggles as you try to put one foot in front of the other whilst walking up the stairs to get to his living room. Chris was laughing too with an arm wrapped tightly around your waist with the excuse that it would help your balance but he knew he was equally as drunk as you right now so it was pretty pointless.

He just wanted to be close to you.

"No!" Chris slurs with a stupid smile, stumbling into your side and you can feel his grip tighten around your body and it makes your tummy swirl with butterflies that recently seem to appear every time you see Chris. "I’ll catch you, baby."

Matt rolls his eyes from behind you two, car keys in one hand and your black heels in the other after you begged him to take them off a few minutes ago. "Guys be quiet, Nick’s asleep."

"Shhh Chris! Nick’s sleeping." You whisper as you feel Matt’s hand pushing gently on your back and you turn to Chris, your finger coming up to his lips but you pull it away when he opens his mouth and bites it. "Matt, he’s biting me." You dramatically pout and hold out your finger in his face.

"Stop biting her, Chris." Matt rolls his eyes with a sigh as he pushes your finger away and finally gets the two of you to the living room in one piece before dropping your shoes on the floor with a thud and throwing his keys somewhere else.

When Matt turns around again, you and Chris were squaring off to each other and he rubs his tired eyes. Poor kid just wanted to go to sleep.

"Rah!" You’re in a complete fit of giggles when Chris tries to bite you again, playfully pushing him away as you kneel over in laughter.

"What have you guys been drinking?" Matt stares at the both of you and tries to hide his smile when Chris pulls you closer to him. He was happy his brother had someone like you - a yin to his yan, his twin flame, his other half. A true best friend.

Matt loved the fact that Chris had someone that could easily bounce off his energy whenever needed. All he hated was that neither one of you would admit that you were stupidly in love with each other. It was like everyone could see it except you and Chris.

But as of right now, he was more than positive that neither of you couldn’t see shit right now.

"Rah!" You try to jump on Chris but he loses his balance and the both of you end up dropping to the kitchen floor into a pool of joy and laughter, barely registering the hard bang that you’ll definitely feel tomorrow morning with a bruise.

Matt checks the time on his phone and sighs, disguising his smile with a blank expression. "Okay that’s enough. Get up and go to bed."

"Help me?" You slur, eyes barely open and holding out your arms for Matt to grab onto. Chris huffs from next to you and holding his head as he tries to grab onto the couch that was on the other side of the room, clearly way too drunk to realise.

When he finally pushes himself halfway up, Matt chuckles when he walks over and shoves Chris back to the floor in good brotherly fashion before pulling you upright. "Chris?" You mumble as you untangle yourself from Matt’s arms to look at your best friend who was practically passed out.

"Hm? What the fuck?" He grumbles, opening his eyes and pushing himself up off the floor once again, brows furrowed in confusion as he tries to figure out how he was still on the floor.

Matt stifles a laugh from behind you before he walks in front to pull Chris up since your attempt was just ‘holding out your arms in hopes he’ll grab onto it’ type of uselessness.

Chris soon finds himself in your arms again, holding onto each other like you depended on it. If it was up to him, he’d happily stay next to you for the rest of his lifetime and the next.

You rest your head on his shoulder with an arm wrapped tightly around his back as he slowly drags you down the stairs to his bedroom. Matt watches from the top, waiting to see if any of you will tumble to the bottom and pass out but when neither of you do he just backs away, "I’m going to bed so be quiet."

"Yeah, yeah whatever tough guy." Chris mumbles and rolls his eyes as he opens the bedroom door for you like a true gentleman. You pull away when you walk in and look down at your outfit, "I hate my dress." Tugging the tight fabric away from your waist with a huff before it clings back.

"Why? You look perfect." Chris replies, eyes glossing over as he admires your body and everything else about you. He hated the fact he didn’t have the courage to tell you that whilst sober and the way you look so beautiful tonight just like all of the other days he sees you. "You always look perfect," being brave with a mumble as he pulls his shoes off and looks away from you.

It’s like you don’t acknowledge anything he just said when you turn to face him, "can i wear one of your tees?" Not even giving Chris time to reply before you’re already stumbling your way into his closet and finding some of his fresh love shirts.

Obviously you heard what he said because you always do, even in a state like this. But the way it felt too good to be true scared you into ignorance and you got good at pretending even when your heart was pounding and your mind swirled with thoughts of just kissing and loving on him.

You can hear the faint sound of music playing as you clumsily scramble the black dress off your body and slip on Chris’s shirt, sighing in relief after you feel like you can finally breathe again. The task itself took longer than usual since you kept tripping over air and almost falling on your ass for the second time tonight.

Walking back out and leaning on the closet door, you look at Chris with a stupid grin. He was lying on the edge of the bed shirtless and struggling to undo his belt whilst humming to the music playing quietly from his phone. "Want help?"

Chris looks up with flushed cheeks when you catch him struggling to change and he lets out a nervous chuckle, "It’s stuck." When you walk over, he finally looks down at your outfit and his heart melts at his ultimate favourite sight of you in his clothes. Chris would give you all of his shirts if he knew it meant anything to you like it did to him.

His body goes into overdrive when your hand is on his belt and his mind instantly imagines this in a much different dirtier context that leaves him just staring at you wide eyed like a puppy.

"It’s not stuck you idiot."

Chris lifts his hips up when you gently pull the belt off, eyes glancing at your naked thighs makes his cock twitch and he has to look back at your face to steady his breathing.

He can’t tell if his mind was spinning from the alcohol or if it was the smirk on your face. It’s probably both but the way you’re looking at him wasn’t helping and his eyes glance at your lips for just a second. If Chris wasn’t so in his head, he would’ve seen you do the exact same thing.

You’re leaning over his body and for some reason your face was a little too close to his but neither of you pulled away. The butterflies were back again and goosebumps appear on your skin this time and your heart knew it was all Chris but your mind made excuses up for you. Like always.

You were both drunk and the too many tequilas you had earlier was making your tummy swirl and you were just cold. That’s it. Nothing more. Nothing less. These feelings for Chris was too all consuming to the point that it scared you. You couldn’t lose him over rejection.

You’re completely fine loving Chris in your heart, where nobody else can reach but him.

When you lean closer, Chris freezes under you and for a split second he was convinced you were gonna kiss him. But when you place his belt next to his thigh and grab his hands with that pretty smile you always have, he knew it was all wishful thinking. Obviously you wouldn’t kiss him!

"We have to brush our teeth."

Dragging Chris up off the bed, you hold his hand going into the bathroom and he turns on the light behind you. You pivot your body away to look in the mirror and frown at how you look - hair frizzed, mascara smudged and lipgloss gone.

"You look like a mess," Chris was also staring at your reflection with a teasing smile and toothbrushes in his hands that makes you turn to look at his face. "And you’re annoying," your fake scowl disappears to match his smile and he laughs as you take the toothbrush, fingers brushing against his.

"But you love me," he mumbles with his eyes still trained on your reflection as if he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to, wrapping one arm around your waist to pull you close as you focus on putting toothpaste on both of your brushes.

"Of course," You mumble softly as you begin brushing your teeth casually. The alcohol was making your mind feel less hyper and more sleepy since you felt fuzzy to the point you don’t even realise you’ve stopped brushing.

Chris just smiles when he sees your eyes drooping. He thought you looked adorable.

"Hey, look at me." You feel Chris turn your body to press against his when you widen your eyes to look at him more clearly, surprised but content with how close your faces were.

"Hi." You slur with a whisper, pulling your toothbrush out of your mouth. When you lean over the sink to spit it out, Chris holds your hair back so you don’t get any toothpaste in it. "Sorry that was gross," wiping your mouth, your cheeks get warm with embarrassment when you look back at Chris who just shook his head.

"Shut up," he smiles.

"Let me brush your teeth." You drunkenly giggle as you lift up your toothbrush up to Chris’s mouth and surprisingly, his mouth opens for you. Your own mouth opens when his own toothbrush finds it way past your lips and he brushes gently, as if he was scared to hurt you.

The two of you are left in another fit of giggles mixed with messy toothpaste froth and water. You remind yourself that the blush on your cheeks was from the alcohol and not the way Chris held you tighter when he leans over to spit in the sink.

You do the same afterwards as if it’ll cure the desirable need to kiss him…it doesn’t.

He holds your hair back again and begins to think about his feelings about you. After his first talking stage, Chris has always sworn of relationships because of his underlying commitment issues that it caused and now the thought of having a girlfriend scared the shit out of him.

But lately, he’s found himself looking at couples in public and then imagining you and him in their position, just doing simple things like holding hands whilst walking down the street, sharing an ice cream or just random acts of affection because, why not? But then realised you already do all of that stuff with him and it wasn’t scary.

The only part that scares Chris is that this was you. Not some random girl off Instagram or a hook up at a party. You were constant. He knew that you preferred to sleep on the left side of his bed. He knew that you liked showers more than baths because they made you feel better. He knew that you would steal his clothes and then return them without telling him. The point was, Chris knew all of these little things and silly quirks that you do because you were simply just there.

And he loved it. Really loved it.

"Chris?" You’re gently rubbing his mouth with a warm towel when you watch him blink back into reality. "I thought you fell asleep with your eyes open again," you joke with a warm laugh as you turn your head to fold the towel but Chris grabs it from your hands and drops it to the floor.

"What did you do–

His lips take your breath away but for some reason you instinctively throw your arms around his neck and kiss him back whilst your eyes flutter shut. Chris smiles against your lips and his hands wander down to your hips, pulling you flush against his body and he could taste the mint on your breath when you open your mouth for him.

You let out a small whimper when Chris’s tongue slides into your mouth and the heat between your thighs gets stronger. His hand travel further down and begins to pull up the t-shirt you’re wearing ever so slightly to grab onto your ass. You lean on your tip-toes to hold onto his face and press your lips harder into his.

You felt so needy for each other but the both of you knew it wasn’t the right time.

You pull away first with a dazed smile as your thumb gently wipes Chris’s bottom lip that was slick with spit. "I’ve always wanted to do that," he whispers and you melt under his gaze, your tummy whirling with desire. "Me too."

Chris feels an overwhelming sense of joy and just can’t seem to wipe the silly grin off his face. He was just so happy to realise that this was it, he wasn’t scared anymore. He wanted you. And he knew you wanted him too. That shared feeling between one another was special.

When your hands trail down Chris’s bare chest and you feel how warm his skin was, he wishes thinks you’re about to kiss him again but when your face suddenly lights up and he sees that look in your eye, the energy shifts and he knows you’re about to ask something stupid.

"Will you help me take off my makeup?"

"Do i have a choice?"

"No, not really."

"….where’s the wipes?"

[sweatyracoon]

After Party

Summary: After his performance of Red Lights, he caught you, one of his staff, in his dress room. You were simply changing the question, like always, but he felt a rush of confidence he didn’t knew he had, and confessed.

Warnings: Smut! MDNI! Soft!Dom!Reader, pet names(puppy, baby), sex drunk!Seungmin, Sub!Seungmin, oral(m), teasing

Ever since he met you three years ago after his debut, you both became good friends. You were both the same age, and enjoyed the same things. Even your habits were similar.

The staff called you, The Puppies, and have thought of you both as long lost siblings. You thought it was funny, but Seungmin always flushed at the teasing comments. He had grown attracted to you, slowly, but it was there. He was worried you didn’t feel the same way, seeing as you were both perceived as sister and brother. He went with it, not wanting to explain it.

For this show, they were performing a song made by Chan and Hyunjin called Red Lights. Seungmin fell in love when he first heard it, attracted to the sexiness. He seemed very innocent at times, and his looks didn’t help, but he truly was anything but.

The way he imagined you at night, or when he was alone in his hotel room. The sounds he would make, your name falling from his lips and he stroked himself to the thought of you.

He was ashamed. His closest friend, someone who sees him as a brother. Why did god make him feel like this?

He was getting ready, excited for the concept. The group tried to keep the shows pg, but this one, he shook with anticipation. He knew you were watching them on the monitors. You knew about the song, but didn’t know about the set up.

When he was finally on stage, crouched, he let himself loosen, resting his face into a scowl. It didn’t last long, but he didn’t want to look innocent either. He wanted to be sexy.

For you.

The moment he brought the collar around his neck, he felt something he had never felt before. It was so strong that he nearly stopped singing entirely. But he didn’t. He stepped forward a bit more than the others, letting it tighten around his windpipe. He groaned lightly, and, it thankfully didn’t catch on the mic feed.

He knew what he would be buying once he got home.

The show was over before he wanted it to be, but he had more songs to perform, not giving him much time to think. He still felt the phantom of the thin collar hanging on his neck, trying to hold it for as long as he could.

What if he wore a collar, you holding the leash, tugging it aggressively towards you, a whimper escaping from his throat. His eyes lolled at the thought, his breathing becoming heavy. Thank goodness they were on their last song. He couldn’t stand it if he got a boner on stage. Imagine all of the pictures that would be used against him.

Finally, he was practically running off stage towards his changing room, leaving the others to celebrate on their own.

You were the only thing that filled his mind as he rushed towards his safe space, thinking about how you would make him sit on all fours with a single tug on the lead. How you would control his pace as he ate you out by wrapping the leash around your wrists, holding him in place.

His beer was now uncomfortable, his tight leather pants not helping.

He finally made it into the room, locking it behind him. He breathed out in relief, starting to unbutton his pants. He unzipped the zipper before he heard your voice.

“You were amazing, Minnie! The idea for red lights! Mwuah! Perfection,” You said with a chefs kiss, standing from your sitting position.

Seungmin turned towards your voice, his hands and wrists covering his growing bulge. “What are you doing in here?” He said, making your brow raise.

“I’m praising my best friend? Was I not supposed to?” You asked, slightly bewildered. He would always come and hug you after a performance. What’s different this time?

“I need to get dressed first, uh…”He looked away shyly. “My pants ripped,” he lied, hoping you would leave him be for a little while. He just needed some time to get rid of his problem.

“Oh! Where? I can sow it, no problem,” you were already in front of him, hands reaching towards his own. This was new territory for you both, but you didn’t seem fazed at all. Seungmin didn’t realize what you were doing until he felt your hands, not reacting quick enough to stop you from pulling them away.

“Oh…” Was all you said, looking at your friends boner.

Seungmin snapped his gaze to where you were looking, moving his hands back in front of him. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry, y/n!” He quickly whispered, taking a few steps back. Why was he like this?

“For what?” You asked, confused. It was natural, so why would he apologize to you?

“Aren’t I like…your brother? Isn’t that weird? Brothers and sisters seeing each others…y’know?” Seungmin knew he was rambling, making you smile. He was nervous.

“Are we siblings? Last I checked I thought we were just best friends. I don’t find it awkward. Do you?” You stepped closer to him.

“Uh…” He looked anywhere but you.

“Do you want me to leave?” Your voice lowered, sultry and seductive, making him twitch in his boxers. His pants still hugged his waist, open in the front.

You smiled, cupping his face. “What’s got you so worked up, Minnie?” Your nose nearly touching his, and you felt his ragged breaths on your face.

“The collar…Red Lights…” He could barely speak. His breathing was now too heavy to form actual sentences. His brain started to fog as he fell into submission.

“Ah…Puppy like wearing a collar?” You teased, earning a small moan from the boy in front of you. It shocked you. How a simple pet name that he’s called everyday could evoke such an intimate reaction. “Wanna free your little friend down there, puppy? It looks like it needs attention,”

You stepped back after seeing him nod, and watched as he slowly took off his pants. You didn’t move, signaling that you wanted his shirt off too. He pulled it off, revealing the abs you didn’t know he had, your core clenching around nothing.

“Such a pretty puppy, yeah? Get on the floor, baby,” You cooed, undressing yourself as he got on the carpet. He watched you intently, his eyes widened at the sight of your lace set, the color of sand.

You got on your knees, caging his legs with your own. His face was enough to get you off, his eyes blown and glossy, and his mouth hung wide, drool leaking from the corner, his braces glistening with spit.

“Wanna kiss you…” He panted, moving his arms around your waist. You complied, starting this kiss off slowly.

You teased his lips with light kisses, slowly turning into hard ones, desperately moans emitting from him. He grabbed you harder, making you gasp. He took that chance to slip his tongue in, battling yours for dominance. You won, eventually, earning a whine from him. You broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. When Seungmin saw it, his eyes rolled back, whimpering. You kissed down his jaw to his neck, sucking n the most sensitive spots you could find.

“Does puppy want a collar? Perhaps I could get you one…if you behave,” you playfully nipped at his Adam’s apple, feeling him shudder beneath you.

“Wanna be your puppy…wanna be yours,” He shut his eyes as you went lower, breathing faster.

“Shh…calm down, baby. Imma make you feel good, okay?” You said before licking him through his boxers. A loud moan escaped from him. He nodded at your words.

You smiled before pulling him out of his restraints, looking at his size. He was long. He wasn’t thick, but wasn’t thin either. Just by looking you could already tell that he wouldn’t fit in your mouth, so, you spit on your hand, the sound loud and dirty, and Seungmin loved it. You wrapped your lubricated hands around him, stroking slowly. His hips bucked into your touch as soon as he felt you.

“Puppy’s a little needy, huh?” You whisper, licking the tip.

“Please…m’so needy,” He was so far gone that all he could do was agree with you. You barely touched him, and he’s already no longer able to think. He would be embarrassed later.

You, however, found it hot. You felt you could do anything to him and he would let you. You felt your wetness in your panties.

You took him in your mouth, slowly pushing yourself down, and then back up again. His pants turned into whimpers at each bottom, loving the way you felt around him. He didn’t dare move his hands to your neck. He didn’t want to hurt you. But he also preferred to not be in control. It was better that way.

You quickened your pace, stroking what you couldn’t fit with your hand. He was full on moaning now, not holding back.

His beautiful vocals didn’t go unnoticed. You had once thought if he would sound as beautiful in bed as he did on the stage, and you now know, he sounds SO much better in bed. It was the only music you wanted to listen to from now until the rest of your days.

You pulled up from him, still stroking at the same pace. He looked at you through tear filled eyes.

“No!Please…nghnn…” His head fell back when you squeezed his cock, groaning at the sensation.

“Is puppy gonna come for me? Hmm? I bet puppy would be so pretty when he cums,” You said, feeling his cock twitch. He truly was your puppy.

“I’m gonna-“ A moan cut him off, and you knew he was close.

You smirked at him, making sure he saw it before lowering yourself back down, putting the tip on your flattened tongue. You watched his face scrunch, and, like a chain reaction, it seemed to lower down to his stomach, seeing his abs flex as he came in your mouth. This moan was the loudest yet, and it sounded like heaven to you.

His seed filled your cheeks, and you swallowed it hungrily, moaning at the taste of him. His stomach convulsed one last time before his breathing shallowed, his dick now limp in your hands. You pulled away, wiping the drool off your chin. You looked up at him, seeing his eyes shirt as he try’s to come back from his high.

You leaned forward, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You okay, Minnie?”

His eyes shot open, and he looked straight at you. “Y/n…” His eyes were so much like a puppies that you had to fight not to look away. They were so devastatingly beautiful.

“Yeah?” You were worried now, that you took things too far. He had called you his sister earlier, and doubt started creeping into your chest.

He took a deep breath before speaking his mind.

“I’m in love with you,” when you didn’t say anything, he kept going. “I have been for the past three years and I never knew how to bring it up because I didn’t want to ruin what we had, and-“

You broke him off with a heated kiss, making him groan into your lips. You both stayed like that for a while before you pulled away, smiling at how he chased your lips with his own.

“I love you too, Seungmin,”

You both kissed each other again, but before it could go anywhere, there was a knock at the dressing room door. It was Bangchan.

“Hey, Seungmin? You okay, bud? You’ve been in there for forty-five minutes. We’re going to the bar!”

You both pushed away from each other, giggling.

“Be out in a minute!”

[byechristopher]

soooo it’s ur biggest fan here 🤣! so idea. chris is a hockey boy. i need something angsty or something

also a fluff idea reader is a dancer and chris is hockey player and reader has a competition the same place chris has a tournament. and it’s just them supporting each other

although just do what ever you want but hockey chris>>> i feel like you’d do him justice

Jealous guy.

– CHRIS STURNIOLO ANGST & FLUFF.

Author's note: I worked hard on this because it's for my biggest fan. You know I love my angsty shit, so I took your idea and combined it with mine. I hope y'all like it. 🤍 Do not copy/steal my work. :)

Ps. I'm the kind of bitch that gets all giddy and shit when Chris says "my girl" in my OWN FIC. Okay.

Warnings: not really a warning but mentions of fighting and a lil bloody lip. Mwuah. Didn't proofread, sorry!

[ YOU ]

"Okay, and what the hell do you want me to do about it?" I almost scream, turning around to look at Chris.

He was fuming, to say the least. His hair was messy, he didn't have a shirt on but wore his usual gray sweatpants. His glare was deadly.

"Uhm, I don't know, tell him to not send fucking flowers to OUR apartment?!" he shouts, throwing his phone on the couch. The irony in his voice is more than evident.

I couldn't believe it when I saw it either Honestly, I never expected him to go to such lengths. Despite being just a co-worker, he's become a relentless presence in my life. Whether it's showing up everywhere at work, bringing me coffee, or bombarding me with emails – it's relentless. The boundary crossed when he managed to find my address; literally searching for my goddamn address and sending me flowers? That is wild. Of course I told Chris about it, but he acts as if it is my fault this psycho found our address.

"I don't even know his phone number, Chris! How would I ever know that he'd search for the address and send me flowers?" I sigh, still very angry.

"I'll beat the shit out of him, I swear.. the game starts in less than an hour, fucking hell.." he says, checking his watch, "how the fuck am I ever going to play when I'm like this?"

I don't reply to him – he really makes it sound like it's my fault and despite my initial enthusiasm for the game, it's waned due to his blame game. Still, I don't want to come off as a heartless bitch, especially on the eve of his crucial match. So, I grab my phone, wallet, and keys before heading over to him.

"I really hope you win." I whisper, placing a soft peck on his cheek before exiting the bedroom and shortly after, leaving the apartment.

[ CHRIS ]

She left. Fucking hell. I always do bullshit like this – I can't keep my big mouth shut and now she's not even coming to the game. I really needed her in this one. But that is my own fault.

In the quiet solitude of our apartment, I try to prepare for the upcoming game; amidst the dim glow of our living room, I meticulously don my team jersey, each movement an attempt to shift my focus. Taking a moment, I inhale deeply, trying to be as calm as possible before the game.

With a determined resolve, I grab my gear, the familiar scent of the hockey bag triggering a surge of adrenaline. As I step outside, the crisp evening air hits me, momentarily clearing my mind. The journey to the rink is a silent contemplation, the distant echoes of the city fading as I immerse myself in mental preparation.

Arriving at the arena, I feel the familiar anticipation. The ambient sounds of the crowd and distant echoes of skates on the ice envelop me, grounding me in the moment. I exchange nods and greetings with teammates. The locker room door creaks open, revealing the sanctum where emotions are set aside, and the game becomes paramount. Amidst the hum of chatter and the clatter of equipment, I sigh; I really want her to come. I still have hope, although I doubt it. The tension lingers as I tighten my skate laces, and Jake, my teammate and friend, notices my distraction.

"You seem off, Chris. Everything okay?" Jake asks.

"Yeah.." I look up at him, and he seems like he already knows, "..just had a big fight with my girl before I left. Can't shake it off," I confess.

Jake pats me on the shoulder. "I understand, man. I wish I could say something but you gotta leave it behind for now. We've got a game to win. Sort things out later."

On the ice, rival players almost immediately target me, seeming to be aware of my vulnerable state; it must be that fucking expression of mine. I can't hide it. During the first period, a smirking opponent skates by, taunting, "trouble at home, Chrissy? Should focus on that instead of the game." he smiles.

Enraged, I retaliate with a forceful check, earning myself a penalty, "keep your temper in check, Chris!" warns the referee.

In the penalty box, I mutter under my breath, "I can't fucking believe this."

As the match progresses, rival players intensify their attempts to provoke me; we've played with those fuckers before, and if anyone has seen me in a game, they know very well the only thing that can affect the way I play is her. Undeterred, I channel my anger into my plays, determined to win this goodamn game while internally wondering if she came to see me after all.

In a breakaway, I find myself one-on-one with the opposing goalie. With a swift deke, I send the puck into the net, equalizing the score. The crowd erupts, and my teammates cheer.

Rival players persist in their attempts to get under my skin. During a tense moment, an opposing forward sneers, "look, your girlfriend's probably enjoying the show. Make sure to not embarass her again."

After that, I almost lose it, and in a heated moment, a rival defenseman delivers a high stick to my face, splitting my lip. Blood drips onto the ice as I stumble backward. The referee signals a penalty, but the damage is done.

Undeterred by the bleeding, I clench my fists, "you think that's going to stop me? You fucking coward!" I almost scream to make sure that fucking asshole hears me.

The game continues, and during a power play, I push through the pain. I charge towards the net, ignoring the throbbing pain in my lip – the only thing on my mind is her and making her proud.

Fueled by a surge of anger and determination, I respond with a spectacular goal that secures the lead for my team. I skate past the jeering opponent, acknowledging the crowd's cheers.

As the final buzzer sounds, signaling our victory, I finally spot my girlfriend in the stands. My heart beats faster. A mix of emotions plays across her face, and I realize the significance of my performance. It's like no one else is around, just us and that is the only thing that matters. I keep eye contact with her, even when my teammates are cheering for me and I smile, even with that bloody lip – she smiles back and I want to kiss her so bad.

[ YOU ]

When I saw Chris' bloody lip, I almost lost it – the restraint within me, resisting the urge to jump in and shove my fingernails into that asshole's eye sockets, is beyond words. I was well aware they were deliberately provoking Chris; his simmering anger was very evident. The recklessness in his gameplay during the initial stages of the game made it even more obvious that he was more focused on what they said than the actual game.

I kept yelling his name at the top of my lungs, unsure if he could hear, but I desperately wished for his victory, especially after that intense fight. Witnessing him wince from the pain now and then, I felt an overwhelming urge to cry.

As he scored the decisive goal and secured the victory, I couldn't contain my excitement, jumping up and down. It brought back memories of our younger days when I always cheered him on during his games.

When all of this was over and I just stood there, I could see him looking at me. His gaze finally finds me in the midst of the crowd, and my heart feels like it might leap out of my chest. Everything else fades away, leaving only him in my line of sight.

I notice all of the team leaving, probably going to the locker rooms and I quickly head to the exit door.

In the dimly lit corridor outside of where the locker rooms are, he finally comes outside and spots me waiting there, my expression a mix of anticipation and apprehension.

"Hey," he calls out, his voice carrying a hint of both excitement and apology.

I look up, meeting his eyes, "hey," a subtle smile playing on my lips, "you played amazing out there."

Still trying to catch his breath, he wraps his arms around me in a tight hug, keeping me close for a while. We are not saying anything, I just hold him close, my fingers buried in his sweaty hair.

"Thank you so much for coming." he whispers.

"I would never lose any of your games. Even when you're being an asshole." I smile, which I am sure he can hear when I'm speaking.

"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to put the blame on you. I just.. I am fucking jealous. I don't want any other guy near you." he keeps his voice as low as possible.

"Shhh, I know. Let's take care of that lip first and then you can apologise to me all you want." I pull away but he doesn't let go of course – I cup his cheek and take out some tissue that I keep in my bag for emergency with my free hand. I gently pat the skin, trying to clean the blood as much as I can without hurting him.

His eyes soften, "seriously, baby. Thanks for coming. I always play better when you're cheering for me."

I look up at him, my gaze softening as well as I cup both of his cheeks now, "I know. I am so, so proud of you. You were amazing, as always." I whisper, leaning in to play the softest kiss on his little wound.

"God, I love you." he whispers, wrapping his arms around my waist, hugging me close to him.

"I love you too."

[alwaysanundertone]

hey gorgeous! I was thinking abt a reader who is a bit of a gym rat and her and James become friends in the gym and every day after the gym he tells rem and siri abt this girl and then one day they all meet somewhere (maybe like grocers i dont know) and the other boys fall in love and then next time they are at the gym James asks her to go on a date with all of them in hogsmeade or something cute like that and they all start going out!!!! Obviously just ignore if that sounded horrific, love you!!💞💞

hi love! This was so fun to write eheh, btw I think it'll become a short serie <3 love you SO MUCH for this request sending kisses mwuah

Gym Rats | poly! marauders x fem! reader

fluff

part 1

As you closed the locker’s room door behind you, your eyes immediately fell on the back and shoulders of a random guy. He was currently doing a set of pull ups, and you swore you could see every single muscle in his shoulder girdle. It wasn’t an usual reaction from you: you saw plenty of muscles in your everyday life as a med student, so you were quite shocked as you found yourself refraining from adverting your gaze.

You had to force your eyes away from the anatomic model in front of you, but as you tried to focus your gaze on your notes app, you refrained from groaning out loud, because of course it was your upper body day, and of course you had to start with pull-ups.

You went straight to the mats section, hoping that by the time you were done with your warmup, he would be done too.

He wasn’t. What the hell was him on to be doing that many sets of pullups in one sitting? Was he preparing himself to become an Olympian?

You slowly walked up to him, rehearsing what you would have said a million times over in your head, but as you stood in front of him, all thoughts vanished from your head.

He was gorgeous. Of course he was, and as he zeroed his gaze on you, you had to mentally slap yourself out of your gaze.

“Uhm, hi”

He smiled, and you knew you were done for as you saw the most beautiful smile you had ever seen take place on his face. He even had dimples, for God’s sake.

He quickly jumped down from the bar, and you were horrified to discover that he was tall too, he had a whole foot on you.  

He interrupted your train of thoughts, his words rolling out of his mouth effortlessly. “Hi, do you need help?”

You had to battle against the need to divert your gaze, trying desperately to hold your ground. “Uhm, actually I was wondering if we could maybe take turns on the bar? If you don’t want to it’s fine! I’m just gonna skip the exercise and…” What the hell had come over you? You were usually confident, and now you were willing to skip one of the few things you still had to work on for a guy?

“Sure we can!”

You exhaled a sharp breath. “Right, uhm, I’m just going to grab a band?”

“No need! Take mine”

You put every single ounce of strength into not blushing, failing miserably. You observed as he fixed it on the bar. “I’m James, by the way”

“Y/N” A moment he was standing in front of you, the next one he was way shorter. You looked down horrified, only to see him kneeling, his face level with your belly, holding the band tight for you to step on it. This time you couldn’t help but blush.

“Come on now, love, I might train five times a week, but my knees aren’t that strong” You laughed, the next moment you were gripping the bar. “So, what is your goal?”

You started with some shoulder shrugs just to warm up the group of muscle before abusing it, because he was one hell of a fine man, and you had to show him you were anything but weak.

“Honestly I’ve only started working on my pull-ups recently, so I think that 5 is a good place to start”

He rolled his eyes, making you frown. He chuckled. “Come on, you can do way better than five. Tell you what, I’m betting you can easily do ten.”

You couldn’t help yourself. “Oh yeah? What are we betting on?”

He raised an eyebrow, his expression morphing into an intrigued one. “Mh, what about a smoothie? If you win, I’ll buy you one”

“Wait, but shouldn’t you bet on me doing five reps? I can always stop at five and win, even if I have more in me”

“I know you won’t do it”

“How come?”

“I just know it. You don’t strike me as one who holds back”

You shut up at that, starting on your set.

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“Doing good, love, look at you you’re already at 4” You did your best to ignore the praise, hating the fact that you were willing to do everything to prove him that you weren’t weak

“Yeah, I can feel that” You panted, making him chuckle as you pulled yourself up one more time, your arms screaming in pain at the prospect of another set of this hellish torture. James sensed that.

“Don’t you dare stop now, you’re way stronger than you think.”

“James I really think I’ve reached my limit”

“Shut up and work those arms love” You raised your eyebrows. “What? You didn’t think I’d go easy on you just because of your face card, right? Come on now, up”

You exhaled a shaky breath as you accomplished your sixth pull up, then your seventh, eighth.

“Only two left love, you can do it”

“Do you call every stranger love?” Your voice sounded restrained and a bit breathy, you cringed at it.

“Only the pretty ones, come on up” You rolled your eyes at his bossy tone, finishing your last two reps.

As soon as you did, you widened your eyes, only now realizing what you had just accomplished. You’ve been working on your pull-ups for months, and it only took a ridiculously handsome guy for you to push yourself? You seriously needed to get it together, it wasn’t like you to depend on a man.

“Oh, my God, I did it!”

He grinned. “Yeah, thank me later”

“Asshole” You shoved him in the chest, barely making him nudge.

“So, blueberry or chocolate, love?”

You suppressed a small smile. “Blueberry, thank you”

“Got it, I’ll wait for you at the bar, don’t make me wait” He winked, strolling out of the gym.

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“Hi loves, I’m home!”

Sirius raised his brows at very happy, bouncy James as he opened the door wide. “Wow, I really should consider going to the gym if it gets you this happy”

His face morphed slightly, but the long-haired guy was to perceptive for his own good. “Why do you look so guilty all of a sudden? And don’t you try to bullshit me”

“Why? Can’t I just be happy for having accomplished a good workout?”

“James.”

“Okay, I might have met someone at the gym, but I didn’t want to tell you because first of all I don’t want it to seem like you aren’t enough for me and I don’t even think I’ll see her again, also we’ve already tried to bring a girl to the mix and it didn’t work out that well, did it? So it’s nothing really and-“

“It’s not nothing if you look that happy after a small encounter though” Sirius smiled softly at his blubbering boyfriend. “And we’re all open to adding a woman to the mix, you know that, don’t you? Also, just because we tried with one girl, doesn’t mean it’s not gonna work ever.”

“Yeah, whatever, still I didn’t even get her number, I don’t think I’ll ever see her again. It’s silly to even talk about her, really, I don’t know what’s gotten over me”

“James, we both know you’re too damn charming for your own good, I bet she’s thinking at you right now. You’re new to that gym, aren’t you? If you want to meet her again you should swap your schedules”

The bespectacled boy raised a brow at that. “What are you suggesting me to do, picking up some kind of stalker habit? I don’t want to creep her out”

Sirius rolled his eyes at that. “You are not a stalker, James, but I think you should just try to meet her again somehow. You did talk to her, right?”

He blushed slightly. “Yeah, we even drank a smoothie after our workout and chatted for like, wait, what time is it?” He checked his phone, then widened his eyes. “Wait. We talked for like two hours?”

“Yeah, I think you should definitely try to see her again. Then, if you will start dating, you’ll bring us up and see how she reacts. It’s as easy as that, love. Remus will be thrilled” He walked right in front of him, kissing him softly. “Just because you got your heart broken once, doesn’t mean she will hurt you too, you know? It’s worth giving it a try”

“I think I’ll be going on the gym on Friday then”

“Good boy”  He spanked him on the ass, then took off running as James started chasing him.

[illyrianbitch]

are we still friends ate tf down honestly let me pay your rent for the year? az needs a taste of his own medicine (and a bitch slap. on the lips.)

anyways- do you have any fic recos please! I trust anything you recommend xx

bae im so sry this got lost and this took me so long, lowk i was hoping i would have more time to read n write out all my fun recs but i've been getting railed by work and not reading at all so lemme send you to some of my fellow writers who always have such good fics (and not only one-shots, such amazing series too) <3 :

@utterlyazriel @itsswritten @writingcroissant @milswrites @prythianpages

@m4tthewmurd0ck @acoazlove @inkedinshadows @pellucid-constellations @tarotsoul

@florencemtrash @acourtofwhatthefuck @azrielhours @assriels @historiaxvanserra

there are so many other amazing writers and works but my brain is so dead so anyone feel free to add any recs or plug your own works <3 mwuah

[ruinichii]

All my PCs (so far)

Gotta be my last ref sheet typa post for now because i know how annoying this can be... Maybe, plus i wanna expand on their lore more. Feel free to ask abt them, I'd really appreciate it mwuah

info undercut :))

Yumei the Tormented

† Yumei is the first PC i made, she's the most traumatized lol, the other exists because of her.

† Let's start of simple, she has a sweet tooth (obvious as a LI, she gives you sweets all the time.) She's also academically gifted (all her grades are A/A+ minus Math, girly fumbled)

† Her mother taught her how to play both the violin and piano and a song she wrote (said song can be heard playing at Bailey's office sometimes.)

† Yumei started off defiant, but since her physique isn't the very best, she decided that pleasing her assaulter will be best at the cost of her mental well-being, it's always a loosing battle.

† Unique mechanics; Trauma, Hope

† She constantly avoids Harpers therapy session (as she should)

† She works in the cafe as a waitress but was promoted as a chef, it makes her feel uncomfortable but hey she needs money. (She'd only a waitress as a LI though)

† She isn't very popular at school, but not to a Kylar degree. Yumei keeps to herself at school, she shuts herself down when her fellow classmates interact with her, she's pretty yes, but intimidating.

† Whitney loves toying and messing with Yumei on a daily basis, girlie just wants to head to english class unmolested.

† Yumei and Robin are best friends, though their relationship was stronger as kids, no trauma, and there's no need to constantly earn money. Robin relies on Yumei, being his protector and all, and she's paying for most of their payments for Bailey. Despite this, Yumei is very VERY overworked, she loves Robin (platonically) but her situation leaves a bitter taste in her tongue.

† She wants to leave town, that's why she's saving up so many money for her and Robin, but not to an extent that they'll live together, no, she'll give him the money so they could live their lives away from town seperately.

† Yumei liked Kylar before, he's sweet(ish), and always makes sure she's okay, his obsessive behaviors flew past her head, as long as no one gets hurt... This came crumbling down when she got the kidnapped event, which led to her falling (from her Angel TF)

† She avoids Kylar from then on.

† Sydney and Yumei started off as best friends actually, but Sydney ended up liking Yumei but kept it to himself since Yumei likes Kylar first.

† After the Kylar event, Sydney noticed Yumei visiting the church more often than she did and praying on a daily basis and all the time, he joins her. Yumei found Sydney's company safe so she decided to ease up.

† Then they kissed and then lived happily ever after.

† Just kidding, they got promised together though.

† Older, i see Yumei opening her own orphanage.

Kyrie the Machiavellian

† My second PC.

† A lot of people recognizes him but aren't able to understand why, like they've met him before.

† He casts and distances himself away from the town as a defense response.

† As a LI, he doesn't have a designated location where you can meet him, like Kylar in the part, Robin in his room or lemonade stand, etc. He can be anywhere.

† The citizens of DoLtown finds Kyrie intimidating, he doesn't look like he'll beat you up, but it's the way way he carries his demeanor, he looks genuinely unapproachable, some don't even know he exists.

† He smiles all. The. Time, even when the time doesn't count it, but something about it doesn't feel genuine.

† His eyes are also hollow deep black, no light, no life, no colors, nothing. (As a LI, staring at his eyes causes + stress.)

† He isn't really scrambling to leave town, besides, the outside of the town hasn't even been implement yet besides he still has some business to take care of.

Pre-awareness.

† The chart says everything about Whitney and Kyrie lmao

† Robin views Kyrie as a protector and low-key looks up to him, Kyrie on the other hand, he doesn't hate Robin but he doesn't like him either. Thinks Robin can do better at earning money for their shared weekly payment.

† Hates Kylar but genuinely likes seeing how delusional and hysterical Kylar can be.

† Has no strong opinion of Sydney, he's just library boy.

(post-awareness.) go to hell.

Zhao the Enigmatic

† Started off great because of the Vrelcoins Yumei and Kyrie (pre-awareness) gained.

† The "Fuck around and find out" pc

† Unlike the previous two, Zhao is more extroverted. He isn't over the top perse’ he's just more socially capable.

† He has his own lore outside of DoL but I'll talk about that when i want to. In Dolverse though, he's just a model, that's it.

† Has a fixation on games that require strategic thinking like Nim, and Chess, one game that isn't though, is Konpira Fune.

† He's popular, both in school and in the town.

† If manipulation is a stat in game, he'd have it at max and winning every check with Kylar being the victim.

† Aside from Kylar, he doesn't have a strong opinion about anyone at all.

† Views Kyrie and Yumei as his older siblings despite being older than them a few years.

† People don't usually assault him because of his fame but if i were to think about an actual reason (that's impossible to the game) is the fact he has a gun. 💀

† Demon TF, he's 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 like that

† If it isn't obvious enough, his character designs are inspired by Kafka (hsr) and the front man (squid game.)

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[jkriordanverse]

Happy Valentines Day ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

✉️ @reyreadersblog : holy ship i can't believe you stuck around this long. You were my first ever moot on tumblr. I remembered i got soooooooooooooo guilty when i lied and told u i was 14 instead of 13 lmao. hehe i lived up to it tho. THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE OMG YOU'RE SUCH A KIND AND OLD CRUSTY MUSTY GRANDMAW I LOVE UUUUU MWUAH WMWUA HWAMWAUHW AWMAWUHA (seriously tho idk what i'd do). to me u weere like AFAMOUS when i first followed u and i was sweating so badly when i dmed for the firs tlkem elieljkew;d

✉️ @clarissaweasley-10 : I LOVE YOU SOOO SO SOSOSO SOS SO MUCH OMG You dont nderstand (platonci!) JUST AYWJHAJUWHAU i love your blog i love your themes i love your unhingedness WE NEED TO BE NEIGHBORS IRL LIEK WHAT!!! I love our shennanigans we've had soooooooo much fun together than u for beign here omg NEVER LEVAE. IM SO GLAD I HIT THE FOLLWOE BUTTON ON YOUR BLOG AND I EIDLEKLWSOLWK im so grateful that ur here i dont know waht i'd do if u left (breakfdown)

✉️ @isthataraccoon fellow Sloane Tavish stan club member, dearest thou, thy haveth no idea what i'd you without you. THANK YOU SM FOR RECOMENDIN OUABH to me omg i had sm fun readin that (i have the irl copy now yaysies!). Fellow snow enjoyer (i need to get my ahnds on that) thank you for sticking with me throughout the year i am soooo greateful i've met u and still haev u in my life (even tho ur coutnry SUCKS!!!) but thats okay bc you can be nice to make up frot it hehe. SO GLAD I DROPPED IN UR INBOX AND START THE GRU THING HEHE

✉️ @trashbins-stuff : VIETNAMESE PEOPLE CLUB YAYYYYYY. FOR VALENTINES I WISH YOU 11.O IELTS BAND AND A PARTNER WHO BOTHERS TO Learn your pronouns and love and respect and mwauhw muwa wmuwha wmuawha. you deserve the world. your art si so amazing i love u thank u for beign there for me urejkjkeosdle (#antiielts). Know this tho, grades aren't everything and numbers on papers DO NOT get to dictate your worth. You are more than everyone thinks you're worth and never settle for anything less than waht u deserve,

✉️ @whatsuplin @arthur-side : LYN THANK YOU SM FOR RECCOMENDING ME TLOU I LOVED IT. Arthur YOU ARE SUCH A SWEETIE urekdlkl3ew;ol (plus LIFE SERIES nejoyier) I OVE YOUR ART SM. thank you both sbg nerds for berin here for me i wish you tons fo chcolestaes for valentiens day ogm

✉️ @momhwa1117: KJU AHTE CLUB LETSOOOOOOOOOOOOG. i dont know half the things ur talking abt but go girl i support u anyways (I DID WTCH THE ICE ON MY TEETH MV THO a coulpe of my friends who watch kpop played it for me hehe [mafia vibes yes]) I LOvE YOU.

✉️ @never-enough-novels : I. love. you. you.are.amazing.and. deserve.the.world NEVER EVER let anyone say otherwise. grades and social circles don't get to dictate your worth and go girl burn everyone who doubted you to the ground. (applause from me ofc). I wish you'd take care of yourself more than udnerstand that underproductvity or hardships are just a part of life, but don't let that brign you down and learn to be proud of yourself for what you've acomplished (I MEAN COLLEGE!!!!)

✉️ @lyrakanefanatic @inmyheaddd @his-littlefox @f4iry-bell : YOU WERE ALL MY FIRST MOOTS OGGGGGG thank you smmmmmmf ro ebign heere (yes u were the ogs). You've all been so sweet and kind to me ily smsmsmsmsmss, even tho i'd LOVE to get to know uuuuuu a lil better so we can properly interat more hehe, Hapyp Valentines. I LOVE YOUR FICS OMS

✉️ @mrs-hawthorne-bellingham DESBE DIEOLKEPIJKLEKEW. EEEEEEEEE you're so sosoossos amazing ( I LOVED YOUR STORYTIMES SM OMG) ehe i wis you the jude bellingham of your dreams for valentines AND LOTS OF CHOCOALTES

✉️ @lanterns-and-daydreams best sista ever (are we sisters? idk) BUT IM SO GLAD I MET U HEHE i alaways hagebe sm dfun talking to you (esp coming up with ideas to cook kenji and kill him) im so glad i met u and whether we r sisters or not doesnt rly matter cuz ull always be a sista 2 me. HAPPY VLANEITNES <333333333333

✉️ @randomfandom-3 : I've HAD SUCH A FUN TIME WITH YOU (even tho the anime convo was SO WEIRD LMAO [althoguh that was more bc the twins were weird]). WE dont talk much nowadays but im always happy to see u pop up on my dash. HAPPY VALENTINES

✉️ @gia-olir : I STILL DON'T KNOW WAHT TO CALL YOU LMAO. but ik that you're an excellent friend (even tho ur a feetus) and an even mroe excellent blogger. Seriously, love your art and your posts (i get s happy when i see you've reblogged sth o mine liek eyayaya omg) happy valentienssssssssss kidd

✉️ @elysianwayy77 I hate your bourfriend HES An ugly gulgy ugly ugly S43EWJKSLDK.LEPS; ugly rat BUT YOU'RE NOT SO HEHEHE (u have terrible taste tho im sorry) WHICH IS WHY I WISH YOU A BETTER TASTE IN MEN FOR VALENTINES DAY <3333 and death for kenji (seriously tho ily sm heehe)

✉️ and another HAPPY VALENTIENS TO @s-rosie @gusisayapper @ @freepumkin @sarahwithanh5 @anintellectualintellectual @beabeebeee @harukanaaaa (in love w ur art 24/7 i nearly had a heart attack when u followed bakc like OMG A CELEBRITY'S FOLLWOIGN ME) @starrynightsxo @aliciaverse @wraith--2 @x-liv25-jamieswife @pockyyasii @mt-jupiter @finnslay I LOVE YOU ALL SM THANK YOU FOR STICKING AROUND AND IM SO GRATEFUL TO SEE U, EVEN THOUGH WE DONT inteactract mch im always SO SOSOSOS ahpy to see your posts pop up on my dash ogm

[sanospet]

✩ CHASE ✩

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - yandere!𝘚𝘏𝘐𝘎𝘈𝘙𝘈𝘒𝘐 𝘛𝘖𝘔𝘜𝘙𝘈 𝘟 𝘙𝘌𝘈𝘋𝘌𝘙

𝘲𝘶𝘰𝘵𝘦 : his words were sharp, jagged, barbed, piercing into your misshapenly taped together soul, something you’d worked so hard to mend and heal during your time alone, yet it shattered all too easily once more, it’s dust slipping through your fingers.

“i’m the only one you’ve got left,” he prodded, “and you need me.”

warnings and notes!

stalker tomura . literal chasing lol . toxic relationship . quirkless au . usage of pet names (“kid) . reader has relationship trauma . isolated reader . tomura being really mean . dacryphilia is you squint REALLY hard, lol . naïve (kinda) reader . short argument . gender neutral reader . readers pronouns/sex/gender aren’t mentioned . proofread but there still may be some spelling mistakes, enjoy <33

authors note:

is this mayhaps also inspired by “chxse - whatsaheart” … yes, also by “if it ain’t me - whatsaheart” but only slightly, i wanna make a dedicated fic for that song, lol. sorry, his music has got a chokehold on me rn and it inspires so many tomura fics…i have so many concepts in my drafts right now, you have nooo idea, lol. anyway, this is kinda a similar tomura to my “kryptonite” fic, except he’s quirkless here, that’s all, lol. there may be an influx of tomura fics because i am in love with that man beyond belief so ummm…yeah, hope you enjoy the fic though, thanks for reading, and happy prideeeee!!! mwuah <33

a heavy layer of mist hung in place of the clouds, the moonlight failing to pierce through it, wind unwelcoming and cold against your warm skin.

yet a light golden glow of comfort nestled in your chest as the night replayed in your fuzzy mind.

the soft laughter that flowed through the bar you’d spent countless hours at, time gliding by as you met up with some new friends, sharing stories and jokes over drinks. the relentless need to glance over your shoulder dissipating throughout the night, finally allowing yourself to unwind, relax and have fun.

the melody flowing through your headphones kept you in high spirits, a gentle, tired smile stretching across your lips as you walked home.

though, as you continued on, despite your mind pleading for you to stop overthinking, your gut told you otherwise, that strong urge to have a peek behind you as unease settled in, took over, and you did.

neck snapping sharply in the direction, you came to a halt, fingers lowering the volume of your music with a click click click, taking a headphone out just to be sure.

the street was docile, deserted, filled with nothing but the quiet whirring of the tall street lamps lazily illuminating the parked cars and cracked pavement.

a shaky breath slipped past your lips as your eyes finished scanning your surroundings at a rapid pace, lingering just beyond the horizon before finally turning to continue on.

nothing was there, yet the suspicion remained, regardless of how silly your mind made you feel for it.

hands clenched into tight fists, balled at your sides, your heartbeat rose and you couldn’t shake the feeling of a pair of eyes…a sharp, venomous gaze searing through you.

a feeling you knew all too well, you were sure of it.

hot, acidic bile threatened to climb up, core burning as you could almost…hear them.

the footsteps trailing behind you, and your confirmation was in them growing heavier and heavier as they neared.

willing yourself to gain speed, your adrenaline filled body was forced into motion, gazing back for just a moment to reveal a shadowy figure that was hot on your heels, your body moving into a sprint as a result.

the wind almost cut your skin as you ran against it, the sudden gasp you let in setting a fire in your lungs, mind frantically searching for the best solution on how to lose them, going home now out of the question.

your legs gained a mind of their own as they pulled you forward with each lunge they took, earning you enough distance from the person to evade them with your next turn.

it was a tight space, an alleyway sandwiched between two tall buildings,

running down it slightly, soon coming to a stop, wind being knocked out of you at the sight before you, your heart sank to the depths of your stomach as the tall, looming wall came into view.

a deadend.

body tense as the haunting presence made itself known, the harsh footsteps that trailed behind you coming to a stop, boots scraping against the asphalt.

quieting your shaky exhale as much as you could, “what do you want, tomura ?” your voice was as stern as you could currently manage with the raging anxiety that currently encompassed your being, slight trembles pushing through the crevices.

tomura noticed, though he paid it no mind, hands placed lazily in his pockets, demeanour relaxed as he replied, “ahh, and here i thought you’d forgotten about me,” your stomach churned at the sound of his voice, having not heard it in so long, a flurry of horrible memories saturated your mind as he continued, sarcasm laced thickly in the words he spoke, “ignoring my calls and texts like im just some random guy,” scoffing, “im wounded, truly.”

the intense fear you’d been engulfed by began to slowly be poisoned by sheer annoyance at the man’s audacious attitude, shifting on your feet to finally meet his searing crimson gaze.

breath hitching, heart clenching, stomach dropping, that sense of fear threatened to consume you once more, yet you pushed on as best as you could, “we broke up, tomura.”

the statement was bland, harsh, tainted with frustration and it was met with a soft laugh, barely audible, a gentle exhale through his nose.

“you broke up with me,” a slight shake of his head, “i never agreed to it, nor did i accept it,” he corrected taking a few steps closer, you retreated in turn, back soon meeting the wall, him, catching up to you as he continued.

“i gave you time, didn’t i ?” his fluffy white hair had grown much longer since the last time you’d seen him, falling to the side as he tilted his head in question, slight mockery tainting his words, “gave you enough space to figure out your thoughts ?” his hand moved to cup your wine flushed cheek, thumbing gently against it, eyes softening as they stared down into the pretty ones he missed so much, “so let’s go home, yeah ?”

your gaze remained harsh, defensive, “i’m not going anywhere with you, tomura.”

the bite in your words earned the quirk in tomura’s brow, hand dropping down to his side in disgust at your refusal, the warmth the alcohol brought you long gone by now, the unforgiving air nipping at your cheeks.

“yeah ?” he questioned, tone growing slightly hostile, “and what’s here for you, hm ?”

brows furrowing at the question, irritation seeped through your tone as you vented, “i’m building a life h—“

yet his voice cut yours short, “your friends ? your family ? they’re all gone, no ?” rhetorical questions soaked in venom as he spoke, “left you all alone for me to pick up the pieces that is you, to take care of you when you couldn’t do so yourself, right ?” he continued on, warning, “it’ll happen again,_____, you know that. when you’re the problem, they’ll all leave in the end.”

his words were sharp, jagged, barbed, piercing into your misshapenly taped together soul, something you’d worked so hard to mend and heal during your time alone, yet it shattered all too easily once more, it’s dust slipping through your fingers.

“i’m the only one you’ve got left,” he prodded, “and you need me.”

taking in a sharp intake of breath, your heart clenched, eyes stinging, “you’re the problem, tomura…” sighing, “you m-manipulated me, gaslighted me…for years…it’s all on you.” volume growing weaker as you strung the words together, slight cracks slipping through as your eyes welled.

“i see your new friends have taught you some big words, kid, but those are some bold accusations to throw at the person who saved you from yourself,” face scrunched at the comment, octave dropping “you owe me.”

shaking your head at the words, tomura watched as your tense muscles relaxed slightly, the threatening tears in your eyes spilling over with loss, body slumping in defeat and he moved to swipe them away.

“apologise.” he whispered, voice gentle enough to break your will completely, and your body rocked in his grip as you sobbed into his chest, feeling your strength draining, physically and emotionally upon contact, his hand raking through your hair in comfort as the words spilled out.

“i-im sorry,” you stuttered through choked whimpers, it was automatic, a trained part of you jumping out suddenly to satisfy the command.

tomura hummed in response and you continued, “f-for leaving you…for c-calling you such things…” soft pleads slipped past your lips, the part you’d buried so deep within yourself rearing its head again, “p-please, i just…” the fear of angering tomura had you trailing off, but you pushed to continue, “…i don’t want it to be like before,” you spoke in one breath and your heartbeat quickened as tomura pulled away, lifting your chin to meet his gaze.

“it won’t be,” he promised, eyes as gentle as his voice, and though you knew it was a lie, a flowery bouquet of bait that would die out soon, never to be replaced, you accepted them wholeheartedly. your current crave for his touch propelled your ignorance to the lie, your desire for tomura’s approval, for tomura’s praise, for tomura’s satisfaction at the hands of you.

“you’ll be fine, kid.” he continued, eyes shifting to your lips as he neared you, meeting in a harsh kiss full of emotion, muscles relaxing at the contact. his hands found your waist, pulling you in, your own lacing in his lengthy hair as your lips moved, both wishing you could get even closer, give each other more of yourselves.

parting, you remained close as you let out a melody of pants together before he spoke up, “show me to your new place, then, yeah ? we’ll have you moved out by morning.”

[xxchaosjojoxx]

Thank you so much 😭😭 I just really need Sanji to hold me tight in his arms, rock me back and forth gently while whispering praise and comforting words. Some of that "You've done so well." And "I've got you, let me take care of you" would be MWUAH yim yum. You don't even have to write this if u don't wanna, I just need more Sanji comfort 😭🙏

I udnerstand you 100%. We all need a Sanjia who will comfort us <3 I hope you don't mind that it is pretty short. Have an amazign day and feel all of my love and hugs

I’m here for you (Sanji x reader)

It was a long day. You helped your boyfriend Sanji with the dishes and cleaned the kitchen afterwards. Even though he hates seeing you touch the dirty dishes with your angelic hands. After that you went shopping with Nami and Robin for the whole afternoon. You even helped repair General Franky with Franky and Usopp. After the end of the day you retreat towards your shared bedroom with Nami and Robin. As soon as you hit the bed your body felt shore and you felt empty and lonely. This day was fun and exciting. You love spending time with your friends. Living your life with such amazing friends that are more family like anything else and having an adorable boyfriend is a dream come true. So why do you feel so down lately?

Sleep didn’t help you at all, you were alone in your shared bedroom and hiding under the blankets the whole morning. No one disturbed you. until you heard a soft knock on your door. You didn't want any company but saying “Leave me alone” was not an option either. Without saying anything you heard the door open, followed by footsteps. You heard that something was laid down on your nightstand but refused to leave your fortress of blankets. A hand was placed on your head and a soothing voice soon followed. “You wanna talk about it, my love?” You crawled back to the surface, looking at the face of your handsome boyfriend. You shrugged your shoulders while looking at your nightstand. Sanji prepared your comfort food and hot cocoa. Sanji took off his shoes and was lying behind you. He snuggled in bed with you, holding you tight in his arms while he rocks you back and forth gently. You turned around so you could cuddle closer into his chest while closing your eyes. Sanji was rubbing your back while whispering towards you. “It’s ok. You’ve done well. I’ve got you now.” You wanted to cry. It was comfortable and you felt safe. You didn’t deserve someone like him. “Hey Y/N. Let me take care of you, kay?” He softly said and planted a kiss on your forehead. You nodded slightly, sniffed a little. He was still rocking you forth and back, praising you for being you. You both fell asleep after a few more minutes. Having someone by your side like that, you didn’t even need words. Even if you feel lonely or just sad, you remember that you have people around you, caring for you and loving you the way you are. 

[honeyhae-svt]

.ೃ࿔⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙december with seventeen‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆

a/n: hey you! its december 15, 8 days before christmas ! updating this masterlist everyday for ot13 ig ! update starts tomorrow =]

warnings: none. just fluff in each chapter. so yeah ig anyone is allowed to read this :]

MASTERLIST SEVENTEEN X READER

c. seungcheol – snowman (sia)

tags: seungcheol x reader, seungcheol fluff, seventeen fanfiction, holiday au, snowman au, christmas love story, domestic fluff, bittersweet love, long distance relationship, happy ending, romance, reader insert, cozy vibes genre: fluff, romance, holiday au, slice of life warnings: mild emotional moments (bittersweet themes around distance), excessive cuteness and fluff (reader discretion advised), no major angst (just warm feelings and happy tears) wc: 2757 (heh)

y. jeonghan – last christmas (ariana grande)

tags: jeonghan x reader, jeonghan fluff, seventeen fanfiction, holiday au, ex au, christmas love story, fluff, bittersweet love, exes to lovers(?), happy ending, romance, reader insert, cozy vibes. kisses (mwuah) genre: romance, fluff, christmas, holiday au, slice of life, really mild angst warnings: none (it’s pretty wholesome, so unless you have themes of anxiety or past trauma you have with past relationships, there should be no need for any major warnings) wc: 3050 (xp)

h. joshua – mistletoe (justin bieber)

tags: joshua x reader, holiday au, christmas love story, snowball fight, mistletoe kiss, fluff, romance, cozy vibes, snow angels, warmth in the cold, friends to lovers, slow burn, winter vibes genre: romance, fluff, holiday/christmas au, friendship, humor warnings: none (this is a fluff-filled story with light teasing and playful moments) wc: 3702

w. junhui – baby it’s cold outside (michael bublé)

tags: jun x reader, snowstorm au, domestic vibes, movie night, pining, slow burn, fluffy ending, reader insert, cozy romance, winter love genre: fluff, romance warnings: none. just soft, wholesome vibes and playful banter wc: 2859

k. soonyoung – you make it feel like christmas (gwen stefani, blake shelton)

j. wonwoo – santa baby (ariana grande)

l. jihoon – i’ll be home for christmas (michael bublé)

l. seokmin – this christmas (chris brown)

k. mingyu – santa tell me (ariana grande)

x. minghao – santa doesn’t know you like i do (sabrina carpenter)

b. seungkwan – santa, can’t you hear me (kelly clarkson, ariana grande)

c. vernon – all i want for christmas is you (mariah carey)

l. chan – winter things (ariana grande)

a/n: it's a december event until the 24th! (christmas eve) exactly 8 days before christmas. (this is more like my countdown lol) i hope yall look forward to it :]

thank you and happy early christmas greetings mwuah. xoxo

[gordonramsei]

𐔌 ‧₊ᢉ𐭩˚ em's gif tutorial + atn 𐦯

what's going on friends ? here i am with a brand spankin' new gif atn for u all , with a brief tutorial and some tips under the cut . as always , pretty please give this   post a like or  reblog  if u intend on using this code or if u just want to be a supportive hottie  ! love u all bigly ; be sure to pet a cute animal today  ! mwuah ! ♡♡♡

⟡⋆｡⊹₊˚ this gif action is 100% free ! u can download it by becoming a free member on my patreon or via this dropfire link . enjoy !

⚠️ remember if using my action to change ur layer name to layer 1 before applying the action or it will not work ⚠️

okay angels , let's get into the nitty gritty of making gifs ! keep in mind there are hundreds of methods of giffing and none of them are wrong ! it's all about what works best for u !

⟡⋆｡⊹₊˚ step one : pick out ur video u are going to gif , section it into smaller segments , export via render video

if u are using a longer video such as a youtube vid or a tv show , i personally follow this process : i open up the file on photoshop , i adjust the speed to my liking , and then i start sectioning my content . using the 'split at playhead' option to cut my clips . make sure u have the section u are going to make into a gif selected bc it can get confusing once u start sectioning off more and more clips . u can combat this by breaking ur longer videos into chunks and repeat the sectioning as described . u don't have to resize ur canvas at this point but i like to do it now so i don't forget later on . i make my gifs 268px by 150px . once u have the clip u want to gif all sectioned off and sized ( if u are doing that at this point ) , u then have to render and export it by clicking file > export > render video .

^ split at playhead visual & render video export , and rendering settings

⟡⋆｡⊹₊˚ step two : import frames as layers , convert to video timeline , merge all layers into a smart object layer

next in my process , we will import the video we just rendered by clicking file > import > import video frames to layers . since u already sectioned off ur gif , u don't need to mess with sliders when the popup shows , just confirm everything and u'll have a video timeline in layers now ready for u . go ahead and open up ur timeline options and click 'select all layers' and once all ur frames are selected , click covert to video timeline . u will now be greeted with a bunch of layers on top of each other . turn ur focus to the righthand side and select all of the layers ... they are shaded in blue in the screenshot , make sure u have all of them selected and then click the option 'convert to smart object' . it'll condense all those layers into one singular smart object . ⚠️⚠️⚠️ if u are using my action here , this next step is very important ! ⚠️⚠️⚠️ ur only file will be named layer + a random number ( if u have forty frames , it'll be layer 40 and so on ... ) . u must rename this layer to layer 1 or my action will fail !

^ video layer as frames , importing video frames to layers , select all frames and convert to video timeline , a visual of ur new timeline , changing the name of remaining layer to layer 1

⟡⋆｡⊹₊˚ step three : apply action , adjust as needed , add ur coloring

we're now on the home stretch ! it's time to apply the action ! go ahead and slap that bad boy onto ur video . depending on the quality of the base video of ur gif , u might have to make a few tweaks to the unsharp mask layer at the top ... it should be called 'layer 1 copy 2' . i would recommend adjusting the amount first and then tweaking with the overall opacity of the unsharp mask layer as needed if there is still some harshness surrounding the silhouette . now to add ur psd / coloring , add those layers to the very top so it'll be applied to all three layers of ur gif .

^ layer 1 copy 2 unsharp mask , editing the actual unsharp mask settings ( where the arrow is pointing ) , editing the blending options ( the circled icon ) , where to put ur coloring layers

⟡⋆｡⊹₊˚ step four : saving ur gif

ur practically done now ! the last and most important part is exporting ur gif to use ! go to file > export > save for web . my typical settings are below but i do switch it up depending on the specific needs of the gif . for example , does the bg of ur gif look weird and splotchy after u saved it ? it's time to go back and re - save with a different setting .

the gif on the left was saved with my typical settings ... see how the background is splotchy and feels nosy and un - smooth ? this is because of the dither diffusion setting . if we switch to pattern instead as seen on the right , the difference is pretty staggering . u could also opt for the pattern dither setting to try and smooth out the blotchy background colors .

same gif with typical settings on the left compared to the same gif saved with the dither on pattern instead of diffusion . it's mainly up to ur personal preference !

^ exporting with save for web , my typical settings , noise dither version

and that's it ! that's my current giffing process ... like i said , there is no one way to gif . it's a fluid , ever - developing process . don't be hard on urself and remember this is for fun ! if u have any questions or concerns please let me know !