#I think this will be the first song in their playlist 💗

[chikatilosgirl]

watching the music video for “touch my body” by mariah carey rn.. ilnaz + heaven-leigh core

[radio-4-is-static]

RADWIMPS top artist 5 years in a row let's go !

[whatever-lmaoo]

Make me a star

Summary: You’re giving Bucky a lap dance.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x curvy!reader (i had a plus size reader in mind but anyone can read it! I didn’t use many descriptive words pertaining to size💖)

CW: 18+ This is suggestive as hell(we get close to crossing that line but i didn’t so ig you could say it’s kind of smut, idk😭 ), implied sex, handcuffs, slight dom/sub dynamics, mentions of spanking at the end, I think that’s all but if i forgot anything please don’t hesitate to send me an ask or dm me💖[1.2k]

A/N: Firstly these cute line dividers were made by @firefly-graphics 🌸 I know the title sucks but I had no idea what to name this😭 This is my first time writing something even remotely suggestive, let alone whatever the hell is up under the cut, so I apologize if it’s not the greatest💖 The song I used for this fic is “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson. You don’t have to listen to it because it’s not a song fic, I just used a few lyrics. I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism or any nice comments are always appreciated🥹✨💗

After checking that the handcuffs are tight enough around Bucky’s wrists and positioning his hands behind his back doesn’t cause him any discomfort with his shoulder, you stand up and walk towards your dresser, picking up your glass and sipping your drink. “Was cuffing me necessary?” He says, tilting his head to the side, licking his lips slowly as he lets his eyes trail up and down your figure.

You smirk over the rim of your glass, admiring how the dim light from the candles makes his eyes look almost black. “We both know how touchy you get, and I’ll be damned if I let you ruin my gift to you. Plus, I enjoy seeing you all tied up for me.” Biting your lip, you send him a playful wink before heading to your nightstand.

Placing your cup on its surface, you pick up your phone and scroll through your playlist, searching for the perfect song. Your lips form into a smile once you’ve found it. You close your eyes and roll your shoulders back to release any leftover tension before pressing play and setting your phone back on the nightstand.

You turn around as the familiar intro of “Dirty Diana” plays through your speaker, meeting Bucky’s gaze, swaying your hips slightly as you stroll toward your lover sitting patiently in the middle of the room. He whistles as you glide one hand across your thigh to the hem of your robe, bringing it just high enough to cover what’s hidden underneath. Your other hand travels across your neck and down your curves as you roll your hips to the beat.

You trace your fingers up Bucky’s thigh, past his arm, and to his shoulder as you take your place behind him. You bring your other hand around his body, meeting them both in the middle of his abdomen before dragging them slowly up his chest. One hand dips inside his button-up while the other continues its path up the side of his throat and into his hair. You rake your nails against his scalp before tilting his head back gently and dipping your head into the crook of his neck, peppering kisses across the skin, nibbling on his pulse point before sucking it into your mouth.

The way he trembles beneath your touch and the deep moan he lets out sends an addictive sensation throughout your body. You give his hair one last tug before releasing him altogether; continuing your circle around his form, you glide your hand down his other arm, dragging the tips of your fingers over his thigh before stepping in front of him.

Bending over slightly, you put your hands on his knees, watching his eyes fall to the red lace outline of your lingerie that peeks out of your robe. You push his knees together, placing your legs on either side of him and sit on his lap. The sounds of a gasp and a groan fill the room as your heated core meets his jean-clad member.

You watch as his face contorts into one of realization as you continue to grind on his thighs, your wetness seeping into his pants. “Baby, are you not wearing any panties?” You didn’t think his eyes could get any darker, but somehow they did. “Even better,” you say, rolling your hips as you tug on the tie of your robe, releasing the knot and pulling it through the loops, revealing the pretty, crotchless number you’re wearing.

His mouth watering at the sight of your hardened nipples and barely covered pussy drooling over his thighs, begging for some attention. You chuckle at the sound of him struggling against the handcuffs. “Be a good boy and sit still,” you tease, wrapping the belt around his neck and twisting it around your left hand, bringing his upper body forward.

“I’ll be your night-lovin' thing,” you whisper against his neck. You move your head to hover over his head, your nose barely touching his, gripping his chin with your right hand and tilting it up. “I’ll be the freak you can taunt,” the glint of mischief in your eyes grows as you take his bottom lip between your teeth, sucking on the muscle and letting it go with a pop.

Releasing one end of the tie and throwing it carelessly to the side, you let go of Bucky’s chin. You stand on your knees, dragging your chest in front of his face, grinning as he darts his tongue out, licking a line across your breast, and you pull away just as his teeth grazes one of your peaked nipples.

You slide off his lap and slip off your robe, turning around to bend over so he can get a view of your glistening folds. “I’ll be your everything,” you bring your left hand to the back of his head as you sit in his lap again, grinding your ass back into his cock, dragging your hand to the side of his damp cheek.

Turning your heads to face each other, you look him in the eyes as you whisper, “If you make me a star,” against his lips before crashing your mouths together in a needy and lust-filled kiss, humming at the taste of strawberries and chocolate lingering on his tongue. You continue to move your hips as you swallow each other's moans; he sucks on your lower lip as you slowly pull away, needing to breathe, a line of saliva following you as he lets go.

Chest heaving as you rest your head on his shoulder, you shut your eyes and arch your back, wrapping your left hand around the nape of his neck. Bucky watches as you bring your other hand to your sternum, ghosting your fingers down the middle of your chest, passing your soft belly, and leading them to your aching clit.

Just as you’re about to reach your destination, you hear a growl come from the man underneath you and the chain of the cuffs snapping before you feel a warm hand gripping the inside of your thigh roughly while a cold one wraps around the heated skin of your throat. The contrasting temperature and firm hold he has on you sends you into a dizzying headspace, and a loud moan slips past your lips.

“I may have let you restrain me, but touching my pussy will always be off-limits, Doll.” Another moan escapes you, loving when he starts to get rough with you. “If it weren’t our anniversary, I’d spank your ass raw, but since it is, I guess that’ll have to wait until tomorrow.” He stands up and turns you around before lifting you in his arms, walking to your bed, and dropping you in the middle of it.

You move back until your head hits your pillow, spreading your legs as you watch Bucky slowly unbutton his shirt. “Happy anniversary, Baby,” you say, drooling at the sight of his toned abs. His pants and boxers go next, and you clench around nothing when he starts twisting his hand around his hard cock. Climbing on the bed, he hovers over you, kissing you passionately before pulling away slightly. “Happy anniversary, pretty girl. I hope you’re ready because I’m not stopping until you’ve got nothin’ left to sing.” A dangerous smirk grows on his face as he begins to make do with his promise.

[hanbinniesmango]

boyfriend wonwoo who….

teaches you how to play his favorite game, letting you wear his gaming headphones and all (he thinks you look cute in them)

takes you out to fancy dates when you want

didn’t know how to approach you at first so he reached out to one of your friends

learnt how to cook and cooks for you almost every week now

will buy out your carts for you only if he can see you in the clothes after

will hold you tightly in his arms after a long day

asks to do photo shoots for you then proceed to take the prettiest pictures to keep for himself

would surprise you with plushies of your favorite characters and obviously smile happily at your reaction

would keep a list in his phone of your favorite things in life

would be the big spoon and love it, but finds it cute when you big spoon him so he lets you continue doing it

would deliver things to you in bed when you’re sick, and wouldn’t make you get up for anything

would remember your favorite songs and keep them on a playlist

before asking you out, he asked your best friend/s what things you liked to bring them to you the next time he did ask you out

would remember all the little details about you, he practically study’s you in amazement when you’re not looking

would let you help him with skincare and put all the face masks in the world on him

would wear your favorite color to make you happy

would let you rant about your day to him while he gives you a nice massage

would have a long frown when he sees you start getting emotional, he hugs you into oblivion and gives you whatever you want and need

would love your scent so much he’d lend his clothes to you all the time and spray your perfume on his cloths as well

would read to you to help you go to sleep faster

buys you comfy blankets and cuddles up to you with them

watches your favorite shows with you

bakes with you

has pictures of you as a baby saved in his phone in an album called ‘baby💗’

who does whatever he can in his power to make you happy for days on end

kyy note//: finally got one smth out of my system, i need to get on the grind more sorry guys😞 i take a recs and asks or js if u wanna chat i have a button for that!! love ya!!💗

[arminsumi]

can i request fluffy young love with yuji? he reminds me of that one song “and they called it puppy loveeeeeeee” he’s so sweet

PUPPY LOVE.

NOTE: this is so cute i sat here blushing and grinning pls!! and yesss that one song ahhh!! 🥲 it's got yuji written all over it. anyways hope u likeyy 💗

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

PLAY ME ♪ and they called it puppy love

yuji's eyes are heart-shaped when he has them on you. and he keeps a very straight posture when in your company; shoulders taught, chest puffed out a little, trying his best to impress you by showing off his tallness.

heeling wherever you go, he follows with peppy footsteps. even a stranger could tell that he's lovestruck.

his swooning is so blatant that it's become obvious even to his teachers that he likes you. he really exudes the 'i like you' vibes. the air between you and him is always buzzing with something that can't be identified by anything other than —

"puppy love. isn't it cute, suguru?" yuji's teacher comments as he catches the boy flirting with you yet again.

"mhm. very cute." suguru hums to satoru.

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"can i walk you home?" yuji asks eagerly.

it's become a daily thing for him to walk you home. he knows you won't say no, of course, he likes asking just to hear you say yes. it makes him giddy.

he walks close alongside you down the sunset-lit streets, "clumsily" bumping his shoulder into you. the brief close proximity gives him butterflies.

the school day usually ended with the two of you sharing earbuds, listening to a playlist that the two of you made together, stopping by street food stalls, nearly choking on your soda when he makes a joke that catches you off-guard. things like that.

but something different happens today.

he holds your hand, when you two are about to cross the street.

you're staring at the walking person sign, impatiently waiting for it to turn green. and yuji is calculating his moves so hard that it feels as fatiguing as playing chess. the more he thinks about it, the more his hand starts to shake. the back of his fingers graze the back of your hand, you subconsciously reciprocate and — just like that you're finger-locking with your best friend.

he flattens his lips to stop from smiling. there's a boyish blush searing from the apple of his cheeks down to his jawline.

for every walk home after that, he always held your hand when crossing the road. eventually, he just started holding your hand the whole walk back to your house, and even down the school corridors.

each time he squeezed your hand in his, he was thinking of leaping in for a kiss. especially when you locked eyes.

sometimes the two of you could feel that you wanted to kiss each other, so you smiled bashfully and looked away. he'd laugh and mutter an unnecessary apology.

but one day, he braved it, and dove right in. he swiped a kiss right off your lips. he was so quick about it that you were too shocked to register what had happened — frozen in place.

the two of you looked at each other shyly, then started giggling to cope with the overwhelming romantic tension.

yuji got addicted to kissing you very quickly after the first kiss. little pecks at your cheek, on your hand, sometimes a cheeky smooch on your neck. poor megumi and nobara always complained about witnessing too much PDA. and though the teachers thought it was adorable, they scolded the hell out of you two when you tried to kiss in between classes.

some months after, yuji slipped a little promise ring on your finger. he seemed so nonchalant about it. but he was laid in bed daydreaming at night about one day putting a real ring on your finger.

�� 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

[catssluvr]

hiii if ur still looking for emily prentiss requests… could u possibly do like i dunno something about a playlist? sorta where you & emily make a playlist for your relationship and each sonh correlates with a different memory… perhaps….

p.s. thank u so much for writing my first request, it couldnt have been better ❤️❤️

- 🐞

hi again, bug!! (hope its ok i call u that 💗) i’m so glad you liked the other one 🫶🏻

this was so fun to write, ur ideas are just superior 💌

𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚, emily prentiss

emily prentiss x sunshine!wife!reader

you and emily remember your relationship by making a playlist <3

warnings: mentions of pregnancy (no pregnancy tho), emily's fake death, bit of angst, r likes the smiths and stevie nicks?

note!: i used laufey and taylor for this cause they're what i've been listening to, i'm not implying em would listen to them!

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Emily pads towards the balcony as soon as she finishes the laundry, eager to get her late night cuddles with you.

You lay on the hammock, city lights illuminating the balcony and making your face glow nicely. She takes a moment to take in your appearance. Fuzzy pink socks, an old yale hoodie of hers and pyjama pants that don't match even the slightest bit. Yet you look better than ever.

Your gaze is focused on your phone, thumb scrolling slowly and brows furrowed in concentration.

"You'll get wrinkles if you keep frowning." She chuckles and your face immediately softens when you look at her.

"I'd stop frowning if my wife was laying with me and not doing boring chores." You joke back, hand reaching out and signalling for her to join you.

Emily complies without a question, clumsily laying behind you so that you're now between her legs. Her hands rest on your stomach as she peeks over your shoulder to get a look at your phone screen.

"What are you so focused on?" She asks in confusion as she looks at the list of songs on the screen.

"Well, since we are planning on having a plus one on the family soon, at some point i'll be way to pregnant to get on the jet. And i know i'll miss you too much so i thought that maybe i could make a playlist of songs that remind me of us. Just so i can have a bit of you while you're away." She finds herself at a loss of words. It's not that she doesn't know you're quite loud about your love for her, but it never ceases to make her speechless. It always has and always will be that way.

"Can i have that after you're finished?" She asks. The idea of finally starting a family with you might be thrilling, but you are right on one part. It will definitely suck to be away on a case for days while you're here all by yourself.

"Mhm, but only if you help me make it." You fingers toy with her ring, head turning to kiss her jaw before returning to look at your phone.

"Deal." She smiles in return.

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from the start, laufey

"me and you and awkward silence, don't you dare look at me that way"

"when i talk to you a cupid walks right through and shoots an arrow through my heart"

Emily takes one last glance around the living room, searching frantically for anything out of place. It's probably the fifth time she's doing it in the spawn of minutes. But to be fair, it's your first time coming over and she feels the need to have everything perfect for you.

Her apartment is usually very tidy, she tends to do things more easily if the space around her is organized. But it has to be specifically perfect today. The floors are shining, no dust can be found on the shelves and she has a vanilla scented candle on just to make a nice ambiance.

It's probably weird that she's doing all of this just for a sleepover with a friend, but you're not really just that. Unless friends kiss on parties and just whenever they feel like it. She tries to think of it as something 'casual', it just feels quite impossible to do so when she's pretty sure she's had feelings for you from the start.

A knock on the door has her taking a deep breath, rubbing her already sweaty hands on her jeans. Opening the door, she's met with your excited smile.

"Hi, Em!" You're practically bouncing off your feet with happiness.

"Hey, come in." She returns the smile just as excitedly, taking the bag slung over around your shoulder and setting it on the nearby sofa.

"Your place is so nice. Is that vanilla?" Her smile brightens up so much her cheeks hurt, she's so glad you noticed.

"Yeah, i found this candle somewhere in a drawer and remembered it's your favorite smell." She actually went to the store earlier to buy it just for you, but that would be too weird to admit.

"That's nice." You note, a slightly awkward silence following.

It's almost inevitable, you've never been here and the fear of saying something wrong is definitely present. You look around the living room, desperate to find something to say so you can hear her voice again. Your eyes land on the record player on the corner of the room, a collection of vinyl's on it's side.

"You collect?" You ask pointing to them.

"Oh, they're mostly from when i was a younger. But yeah, i buy one or two occasionally." She chuckles nervously before adding, "Do you wanna take a look?"

"Yeah, yeah of course!" You answer a bit too enthusiastically, cursing yourself internally from embarrassment.

"I should warn you, they might not really be your taste." She comments as you start looking through the generous collection of vinyls.

"S'okay, i wanna know what you like." You smile warmly, looking at her with those damn eyes that make her melt into a puddle.

You chuckle as you come across one of them, "Siouxsie and the Banshees? The cool punk kids at my school used to listen to them."

"I guess you can call it that." She grimaces slightly at the image of it. "You know, i actually went to their concert. Pretty sure i have a shirt somewhere."

"Cute." You mumble before going back to your search, not noticing the way her cheeks grow red at the simple compliment.

"Oh my god- Fleetwood Mac?!" You gasp, delighted to finally find one that you both might like.

"Yeah- do you like them?" She smiles surprised. Her fingers hitch to tuck the strand that falls on your face but you beat her to it.

"Are you kidding? Die hard Stevie Nicks fan." You pull out the vinyl and she encourages you to play it.

"Hm, guess you did find something your taste after all." She says, making note to remember that you like them.

A few months later when your birthday arrives, she gifts you a vinyl signed by Stevie Nicks herself. She knew you'd tell her not to spend that much for a gift, but it was worth for your smile.

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paper rings, taylor swift

"now i've read all of the books beside your bed"

You enter the bullpen with a small smile on your face, bag of italian food in your hands. You're sure that if Hotch sees you here on your day off, he'll probably drag you outside himself so you quickly look around for your raven haired girlfriend. Because your day off doesn't always mean Emily's day off - unfortunately.

"Hey Spencer, have you seen Ems?" You ask the boy who seems awfully concentrated in the magic cube in his hands, occasionally taking bites off a sandwich.

"Pretty sure i saw her entering the break room a few minutes ago." He answers, not really looking up from whatever he was doing.

You frown at that, you know she didn't bring her lunch today. It was in the counter this morning, so you assumed she just forgot it,

"Thanks." You ruffle his hair as walk by, heading to the break room before you can hear him grumbling.

As silently as possible, you open the door. Emily sits by a desk in the corner and doesn't seem to notice your presence at all. She has a book in her hands and you assume she's listening to music by the mp3 laying on the table.

Once you're close enough to see better, you recognize the book cover immediately. It's one of your favorite romances, it's so dear to you that it has it's special place on your nightstand - along with a few others. And now that you think about it, you don't remember it being on it's place this morning. A surprised smile makes way to your face, amusement all over your expression.

You tiptoe to stand right beside her before settling the bag on the table. She jumps, visibly frightened, before she sees you and her cheeks flush in embarrassment. Her hands reach to take off the earphones.

"Are you reading my romance book? I didn't quite take you for a romance girl." You tease.

"Well- i'm full of surprises." She answers, trying to hide her flustered expression but failing at lying - as always. You don't show any signs of being convinced at all, arms crossing and eyebrows raising.

"Fine, you win." She grumbles, closing the book and turning slightly to get a good look at you. "I thought it would be nice to read the books you always talk about." You think your heart might just explode at that.

"Em, that's so sweet-" Your eyes flicker to her mp3, a small gasp leaving your lips. "Emily Prentiss, are you listening to the smiths?" You laugh. This definitely comes as an even bigger surprise to you, she's never been a big fan of them.

"Yeah? You like them, right?" She looks confused and you can't help but think she looks more adorable than ever. She's probably doing the romantic thing someone has ever done to you and doesn't even realize it.

"You're perfect." You confirm with nothing but sincerity.

Emily groans in annoyance when her cheeks grow flushed again, dropping her head against your stomach and smiling against it. You chuckle quietly, fingers running through her hair while the food starts getting cold in the table.

"I brought you some food. Your favorite." You sit in the chair next to hers, bringing it closer to her.

"You're perfect." She remarks while reaching out for the bag.

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fresh out the slammer, taylor swift

"fresh out the slammer i know who my first call with be to"

"now that i know better i will never lose my baby again"

You feel overwhelmed with emotions, just as many as when you were sitting on a hospital chair while a doctor was telling you your girlfriend didn't make it. You don't exactly remember how long ago that was, too long. Months of denial and grief that feel like a blur now.

It doesn't really matter now. Not after finding out Emily was actually very alive.

You don't know how you're supposed to react. What does someone do when they find out their girlfriend had to fake her death because of a serial killer?

You feel betrayed, how could she not tell you? You feel anguished, because you might have been mourning her for all this time but now it feels like you're mourning for what you had before. It's never going to be the same again.

And you want to feel angry at her, you really do. But it always drifts off to thinking about all of the things she's probably went through since the last time you saw her. You think about what he could have done to her, how bad it must have been for her to have to run away to Paris.

You want to hate her for ruining it, but you love her because she's her.

She's dead. Emily's dead. The untouched clothes on your shared closet and dusty record player are proof. You don't dare to touch her things, you can't.

The knock on your door isn't unexpected at all. You knew she'd come, you just couldn't pretend you knew how it was possible.

The sight of her face makes your breath get stuck in your throat, knot returning and making it impossible for words to come out. Tears bream in your eyes and all you can get yourself to do is let her in and rest against the door once it's closed. After all it's her house too, her home. Or at least you thought so.

Emily only looks at you for a moment, not getting any luck at locking eyes with you as you look at anything but her.

"I-" Her voice cracks before she gets a chance to speak, taking a deep breath before trying again, "I'm sorry- god, i'm more than sorry. I had to, i promise you. There was no other option. I couldn't- he would've-" She cuts herself off when you finally look at her. She expected anger, she wants you to be angry her. It's what she feels like she deserves. But if anything, you look sorrowful.

"I need you to know why i did it. I needed to protect you. I know i hurt you, you have no idea how much it cost. But it would've ended way worse if i hadn't done it. I did what i did because i love you, as much as it doesn't seem like it." She forces herself to keep a steady voice, it won't help her at all to breakdown right here.

"You could've told me." Your voice is small and strained. But she's never felt more glad to hear your voice before.

"You would've come after me." She whispers with a shake of her head.

"I would've." There's no room to lie, not right now. You know why she did it, you understand. But that doesn't make it hurt any less. What now? Are you supposed to pretend that nothing happened?

"Please- i know i'm asking so much of you already. But don't give up on me, i know i won't give up on you. Let me try to fix it, i want to try." She sounds almost desperate, tears freely running down her face. "Please."

"I want to. But i can't just pretend nothing happened all of the sudden. Not yet." You answer. It pains you to almost reject her, never in your wildest dreams you would have thought this would happen. But it's not a 'no', just a 'not yet'.

"You don't have to, i'll wait for you. I'll wait for my whole life if i have to. It's worth it, i know it is. There's no one i could ever love as much as i love you." She's sure of what she's saying and you don't have to try hard to know it.

You nod, your own tears leaving your eyes. It would never be the same, not after all you've been through. But there's always the option of starting over and forming something even better.

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bewitched, laufey

"wrapped me in your arms, leaned in and whispered 'keep me in your heart'"

"you bewitched me, from the first time that you kissed me"

You rub your tired eyes, quickly adjusting to the dim light illuminating your room. You feel groggy and messy, but that nap was definitely a good idea. This case had been particularly draining and right after you landed all you needed was a nap. Going to sleep at daylight to wake at night feels weird, but that means Emily is probably already home. She insisted on staying at the bau to get her report done.

Getting up and quickly fixing your clothes, you walk down the hall. The delicious smell of lasagne (Emily's speciality) reaches your nose and you smile contently.

When you approach the living room you come across your lovely girlfriend settling a fresh out the oven tray of lasagne in the table. The table is set in a weirdly fancy way, two scented candles adding up to the romantic mood and there's jazz humming softly from the vinyl player.

"Hi, love. Well rested?" She asks softly, walking up to you and kissing your forehead lightly.

"Mhm...what's the special occasion?" You wrap her in a hug and nuzzle against her neck. Still feeling slightly drowsy from the nap as you place lazy kisses there.

"Can't i just want to do something nice for my amazing girlfriend?" She teases. You believe that she would do something nice for you, she does that even way too much. You don't believe that's the case though, it feels strangely planed. You know her enough to realize that quickly.

"You can, m'love." You decide to play along, not wanting to ruin whatever it is that she's planning. Besides, it does look really nice. Mainly the lasagne that's starting right at you, your stomach growling in anticipation.

"C'mon let's eat, don't want you to get grumpy." She laughs as you scoff, it is true that you tend to get grumpy when hungry.

Emily pulls the chair for you and you're even more sure now that she's got something up her sleeve. Either that or the glimmer in her eyes that she has specifically when she's excited about something.

Dinner goes by peacefully, you mostly just eat silently as she talks about what you should both do tomorrow since it's your day off. You settle on visiting the new bookstore that's just around the corner and have a nice walk at the park after. Even after almost a decade of being her girlfriend it still amazes you that even when she should be resting at home, she prefers to spend the precious time she has in her days off with you.

Emily is your company for life, your coworker, your bestfriend, your family, your girlfriend. It almost feels silly to simply call her your girlfriend, she's the one you want to spend the rest of your life with, that's one of the only things you're absolutely sure in your life.

You're doing the dishes when you hear the volume of the music playing in the living room turn up. Seconds later, two familiar arms are wrapping themselves around you from behind. You feel her kiss the spot right behind ear before nuzzling against your neck.

"Dance with me." It's more of an affirmation rather than a question. You raise your eyebrows but comply anyway, drying your hands quickly on a towel before she's dragging you to the living room.

The music is more clear now, the soft melody promoting a small smile to your lips. Emily's hands find your waist once more, this time in front of your. You immediately wrap your arms around her, face almost involuntarily resting against her shoulder as you both start gently swaying with the music.

Your heart beats almost wildly in your chest, and yet you feel more at peace that ever. It's not often you get to just enjoy her company like this. You feel incredible lucky to get to work with her everyday but it feels good to have Emily all to yourself even if just for a few moments.

She hums softly with the song, head resting against yours and occasionally leaving a kiss or two on your hair. Her hands are against the small of your back, warm enough for you to feel it through your sweater.

"Marry me." She says it so casually, as if it's a sentence just like any other. Your feet come to a halt, moving your head so you can look her in the eye. You search for any kind of hesitation or regret, yet you only find tenderness and the same glimmer from before.

"I know this is not a lot," Emily reaches into her pocket, pulling out a velvet box. Inside there's a beautiful golden ring, a small gem adorning the middle. "but i don't think i can wait anymore. I know you're the one i want to spend my life with, i know you're the only one who would ever go through all of that for me and you have no idea how much i love you. Everyday i wake up next to you i feel incredibly lucky and i find myself dreaming about having a family with you. And most of all i dream about being your wife. Will you marry me?" She asks and you can feel the happy tears threatening the spill from your eyes.

"Yes!" You answer excitedly, grabbing her face to place multiple clumsy pecks on her lips. She pulls apart momentarily to encourage you to slip on the ring, beaming once it contrasts perfectly with your skin - even more than she had imagined.

"Ugh, i love you." You smile brightly, lips find hers once more, but this time with a shiny ring adorning your finger.

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a/n: had so much fun with this <33

love you,

cat 🤍

[deathdetermineslife]

selfship playlist ask game !

🌷 - what's a song off of your playlist that really encapsulates your selfship? what about the song makes you feel that way?

🌸 - what's a song off of your playlist that reminds you of your f/o more than the others? why is that?

💗 - do you have any instrumental songs on your playlist? which one is your favorite? why does it relate to your selfship? if you have no instrumental songs, answer this question with the shortest song on your playlist.

🩷 - which song off of your playlist has the most interesting reason as to why it's on there?

🏩 - which song off of your playlist would be used in an AMV slideshow of fanart between you and your f/o?

🌺 - which song off of your playlist has the most impactful lyrics? why do they mean so much to you?

🍧 - which song's lyrics/title would be used in the title of a fanfiction the fandom would write about you and your f/o?

🧶 - what's the most out of place song on your playlist? why did you add it?

🍬 - if you had to pick one song off of your playlist to assign to the most angsty part of your relationship, which song would that be and why?

💞 - which song off of your playlist would your f/o associate with your selfship, if they were selfshipping with you?

🪷 - which song off of your playlist would the fandom put in TikTok edits of your selfship? why?

🪼 - what's a song off of your playlist that reminds you of your s/i more than the others? why is that?

🍡 - which song off of your playlist would you like to hear on an outing or date with your f/o? why is that?

💒 - if your relationship with your f/o was a movie, what two songs off of your playlist would be the intro and outro songs? why do you think those two songs would fit?

felt like making another music ask game bc I enjoyed the first one I made. forever ago. anyways feel free to send me some, or send some to the person you reblog this from !!!!! :) <3 reblog karma

[hueningstar]

your beomgyu fic was soo good!! ur writing is amazing really. can u please write another about him being dom yandere? 💗💗

Eternal Obsession

Summary : A passionate encounter leaves you trapped in Beomgyu’s obsessive love.

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A/N : Thank you soooo much for your kind words!!!💞 Tbh,I really had fun writing this🫶 I loove getting requests so pls don't hesitate sending me more bc I'll do it

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Pairing : yandere!Beomgyu × reader

Warnings : yandere behaviour, hair pulling, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it)

I think that's all

MDNI

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The room was dimly lit, the faint glow of the moon peeking through the curtains. You sat at your desk, headphones on, scrolling through your playlist for the perfect song to fit your mood. A soft knock at the door startled you.

“Come in,” you called, pulling off your headphones.

The door creaked open, revealing Beomgyu with a sheepish smile on his face. He was dressed casually, his hoodie slightly wrinkled, and his hands stuffed into his pockets.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, his voice smooth and disarming. “I thought I’d stop by. You weren’t answering my texts.”

You frowned, reaching for your phone. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t notice. I was just listening to music.”

His eyes flickered to your phone briefly, but his smile didn’t waver. “No worries. I just wanted to see you.”

Beomgyu stepped closer, his presence filling the room. There was something about him that always seemed intense, like his attention was a laser beam burning into you. You didn’t mind at first; it was flattering to have someone so invested. But lately, his attention had started to feel… suffocating.

“Did you need something?” you asked hesitantly, trying to mask your unease.

He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Can’t I just want to spend time with you?”

You nodded slowly, but your gut churned. Beomgyu was always so attentive, always finding ways to be near you. At first, it seemed sweet. Now, it felt like he was always watching, always waiting.

“Actually, I was about to head to bed,” you said, standing up.

Beomgyu’s expression darkened for a split second before he plastered on another smile. “Oh, of course. You need your rest.”

You felt a pang of guilt but pushed it aside. “Thanks for understanding.”

As you reached for the door to escort him out, his hand shot out, grabbing your wrist.

“Wait,” he said softly, his voice trembling slightly.

You froze, turning to look at him. His eyes were wide, almost pleading, but there was an edge to them that made your heart race.

“Don’t push me away, Y/N,” he whispered. “I… I can’t lose you.”

“Beomgyu, what are you talking about?” you asked, your voice shaky.

He stepped closer, his grip tightening. “You don’t understand how much I need you. You’re the only thing keeping me sane. Without you, I’m nothing.”

You tried to pull your hand away, but his grip was unrelenting. Panic set in as you realized how serious he was.

“Beomgyu, you’re scaring me,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened, but his grip remained firm. “I don’t want to scare you. I just… I love you so much it hurts. And I can’t let anyone take you away from me.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tried to reason with him. “No one’s taking me away. But you can’t act like this, Beomgyu. It’s not healthy.”

He shook his head vehemently, his eyes glinting with an unsettling determination. “You don’t get it, do you? You’re mine, Y/N. You always have been, and you always will be.”

Before you could react, he pulled you into a tight embrace, burying his face in your hair. His hold was suffocating, but you didn’t dare fight back.

“I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you safe,” he murmured, his voice filled with a chilling tenderness. “Even if it means protecting you from yourself.”

As his words sank in, you realized the depth of his obsession. Beomgyu wasn’t just in love with you; he was consumed by you. And in his mind, nothing would ever change that.

No matter what you did, Beomgyu would never let you go.

Beomgyu's grip on you tightens as he backs you up against the wall, his breath hot against your ear. "You think I'm obsessed? You have no idea what I'm capable of when it comes to you," he growls, his free hand roaming up your side.

Beomgyu's lips crash against yours in a bruising kiss, hungry and demanding. His tongue delves into your mouth, claiming every inch as his hand squeezes your breast roughly. "Mine," he grunts between kisses, grinding his hardness against you.

You whimper against his lips, your knees going weak at his forceful touch. Despite the fear lingering in your mind, your body responds to him hungrily. "Beomgyu..." you gasp out, unsure if you're pleading for him to stop or keep going.

His teeth nip at your bottom lip, drawing a small moan from you "That's right, say my name," his voice trails down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses "Say it while I'm inside you"

He spins you around and bends you over the nearest surface, his hands roughly spreading your legs apart. "Look at this pretty little pussy, all mine," he growls, rubbing his clothed erection against your soaked folds.

With a swift motion, you feel your panties ripped away, cool air hitting your most intimate parts. Beomgyu's fingers eagerly probe your soaked entrance, teasing your clit. "So wet for me already, love?"

His fingers move in and out of you in a steady rhythm, causing you to moan and push back against his hand "That's right, baby. Make those sweet sounds for me," he whispers, his other hand gripping your hair firmly " Tell me who owns this beautiful body?"

"Y-You do," you stutter out, your voice laced with pleasure and a hint of fear. His fingers curl inside you, hitting that perfect spot, and your legs nearly give out. "Oh god, Beomgyu!"

He releases your hair, standing up and quickly undoing his pants. His thick, hard length springs free, bobbing against his stomach. "That's right, you belong to me. And now, I'm going to claim this pussy as my own,"

Without warning, Beomgyu plunges his throbbing cock deep inside your dripping cunt, stretching you deliciously around his girth. He sets a relentless pace, pounding into you with possessive fervor. "Fuck, so tight!"

His hands grip your hips tightly, fingers digging into your flesh as he slams into you over and over. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, accompanied by your moans and his guttural grunts. "You feel that? You feel how perfectly you take my dick?"

Beomgyu reaches around and starts rubbing your clit in fast, circular motions, sending you spiraling towards an intense orgasm. "I'm gonna fill this pussy up with my cum, mark you as mine for everyone to see," he snarls, his thrusts becoming even more brutal.

Your body convulses as the orgasm hits, your walls clenching around Beomgyu's cock as you scream in ecstasy. He follows shortly after, his thick load flooding your cunt as he roars in triumph. "Fuck, I'm cumming inside you!"

After emptying himself completely, he pulls out slowly, watching as his mixture of pleasure dribble from your well-used entrance "Look at that - my cum leaking out of my precious slut." His voice is husky with satisfaction, but there's still an edge of dominance.

Beomgyu gathers you into his arms, his touch surprisingly gentle now. He presses a soft kiss to your forehead, murmuring against your skin. "You're mine, all mine. My perfect little whore. No other man will ever touch you like this again."

His lips trace down your neck, leaving a love bite just below your ear "Though you should know..." his voice drops to a dark whisper "If anyone even dares to look at you the wrong way..." he pauses, his breath hot against your ear.

"I'll fucking end them." His words are a chilling promise, filled with a fierce, possessive love and a hint of deadly seriousness. He holds you closer, his heart beating in sync with yours, a silent declaration of his absolute devotion and unbreakable claim over you.

Your heart races at his words, a shiver running down your spine at the depth of his devotion and the darkness of his threats. You nestle further into his embrace, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. "I'm yours, Beomgyu. Always and only yours."

In the warm afterglow of your intense lovemaking, Beomgyu cradles you tenderly against his muscular chest, his hands roaming your curves with adoring touches. "You're my everything, sweetheart. Never doubt how much I worship this gorgeous body and the incredible woman inside it."

His hand moves to gently cup your cheek as he looks into your eyes "I can feel your heart still racing, baby. Are you okay? Did I... hurt you?" His voice is gentle now, all dominance temporarily replaced with tender concern "I need you to tell me, love..."

Feeling his gentle touch, I melt into his hand, my heart fluttering at the sudden change in his demeanor. I smile softly up at him. "No, Beomgyu. You didn't hurt me... actually, it was perfect."

His expression softens into a relieved smile, eyes sparkling with affection. "Good, because hurting you is the last thing I'd ever want to do. I only want to give you pleasure, my love." He leans in, pressing a soft, tender kiss to your forehead.

He wraps his arms around you, holding you close as the room fills with the sound of your steady breathing and the soft patter of rain outside. In this moment, wrapped up in his love and warmth, you feel truly cherished and at peace.

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[hyuneskkami]

h.h ✦ so good ! ༄.°

𝒽wang hyunjin x f!reader

masterlist . . . ✰

𓆩♡𓆪 𝒶n : ayyy dominoooo merry christmas (it’s literally exactly 12:00am here) 😋 this fic is not even christmas-related, but it is hyunjin-related and that’s the only excuse I need to post it ☝️ this is the longest fic i’ve ever written (oneshot), so I hope it’s not too dragged out </3 I wanted to split it into 2 parts but decided against it. 👺 anyway!! this is me spreading cute and comfy!hyunjin as well as crop top!hyunjin agenda (esp after that solo mv?! babygirlism is OFF the charts w that fit ✨). well! merry christmas again! may your christmas be filled with streaming the solo mvs and christmas evel <3 this fic is dedicated to mori ( @serendipitous-girl )’s friend (if youre seeing this, HIIII!!) ❇️ enjoy~~ 💗🥟 (:

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌arnings + tags : fem!reader , trainee!dancer!reader , idol!hyunjin , reader is 18 and hyunjin is 19 years old , ot8 mentioned , reader has (playful) beef w chan , one remark about reader thinking she’s heavy (if you think that way too, js know that i love you and i’d work out enough to bench press your weight ok) , crop top!hyunjin agenda , hyunjin is a CUTIE PATOOTIEEE , cheeky gentleman!hyunjin , also the last icon on the top is reader’s outfit described at the start of the fic / you can find reader’s stage outfit in the reblogs of this post >.< ;

𓆩♡𓆪 𝓌c : 3.8k

I was getting ready in a short top, cargo pants and v-strings, first thing in the morning today. 

I was packing my stage outfit in my bag when my uncle called me. I switched the call to speaker mode, and continued packing.

“is my little star almost done packing?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his voice. 

“yup! i’ll be at the venue in 20 minutes,” I said.

“great, i’ll see you there.” he hung up. 

I resumed my stray kids playlist, and the muscle memory to the choreography of the songs kept kicking in as I tried to finish packing. their new comeback album, HOP, was way too addictive to listen to.

I ended up being 10 minutes late—with my shoelaces barely tied—to the venue because I got too invested in my one-woman-concert.

as soon as I got down the car, it was surprising not having any cameras flashing in my face.

my uncle was hosting a premiere for the newest k-drama he had directed. he was quite the talk of town, with multiple blockbuster dramas credited to his name. 

he normally loved all the attention from the world. though, this time, the paparazzi was not allowed to the event since it was his last premiere before retirement. 

in lieu of the special circumstances, he declared the event a no-paparazzi only-vip one. and I was the most excited, which was an understatement, because the loves of my life were going to be there: stray kids.

well, it would be a little bit of an exaggeration to call them that, but they were my ult group, and they were all going to be there today.

during production, my uncle had asked me who I thought would be fit to be responsible for the soundtrack of his last drama ever, and I suggested stray kids to him, half as a joke. he ended up taking my suggestion, and so, as the music directors, stray kids were invited today as well.

the venue was an outdoor stadium, set for a proper viewing and many performances on the huge stage in the centre. 

lots of staircases and escalators went up and down the rows of seats and soft couches sat at the bottom, closest to the stage. 

I checked my seat number and found that it was in one of the first rows of couches near the stage. I made my way towards it and fell comfortably on the seat.

the stadium wasn’t completely filled yet, but it was already buzzing with gossips and such. I could spot a few friends of my uncle, who were all directors or producers, as well as the stars of the drama. I left my bag in my seat, and got up to greet the lead actors. they were a few years older than me, and had perfect chemistry with each other, even off-screen.

after chatting for a while, something else caught my attention in my peripheral vision.

well, more like someone else.

the members of stray kids had gotten out of their vehicle, each one of them looking as handsome as the rest.

my eyes strayed to chan and hyunjin in the corner of their group.

I met chan’s eyes, and bowed a little bit. he smiled back at me.

I tried to catch jeongin’s eye on the other side, but failed, because he was yapping to lee know about something quite excitedly.  

hyunjin was wearing a black tank top and a leather biker jacket, paired with dark cargo jeans and boots. the jewellery on him was absolutely perfect for his outfit and him, and his hair was styled beautifully. I knew stray kids had a performance sometime today, so he must have been carrying his stage outfit with him, just like I was. our eyes met for a second, and I let out a little gasp. he tried to smack away han, who was saying something loudly in his ear with a huge grin on his face. I turned around to continue talking with the other cast members who had gathered. 

after a while, everyone was asked to settle down in their seats, as the entertainment performances were about to begin. I made my way back to my seat, happy to see my bag still there. 

as I flopped down onto the fluffy couch, a taller figure towered over me. their shadow fell across my face. I opened my eyes to be met with hyunjin’s face.

“hi! i’ve got the seat beside you,” he smiled down at me. I stared at him in shock for a second, even though I had seen him countless times before, but just from a little farther away.

“right. yes- sorry, hi!” I stood up suddenly, bowing my head a little, and extending my hand. he shook it with a firm grip, and we both sat down.

a few performances went by, and the crowd started to chat again.

“I feel like I know you from somewhere… have we met before, by any chance?” he asked, turning towards me. our knees were touching a little bit now. 

“i’m actually a trainee, at jype,” I said, smiling a little.

his eyes lit up with recognition. “oh wait, y/n? your group practices in the room beside ours, doesn’t it?”

“yes, actually. how do you remember that?” I asked, a little shocked by the fact that he knew of my existence, and my name as well. 

“ah, I remember seeing you talking to chan, when you guys grabbed some ice cream from the vending machine in the first floor,” he recounted. “chan was telling me all about your group, after that. especially about you, actually.” I blushed a little bit, at the thought of chan remembering me enough to mention my members and me to hyunjin.

“what did he say? nothing bad, I hope,” I laughed. 

“well, that’s a secret,” hyunjin said, covering his mouth as if to shush himself. I groaned. 

“he better not have said anything stupid, then.”

hyunjin chuckled and continued. “he also told me about how he was your babysitter for a while, when you were younger?”

“oh, he was an absolute bully! he was barely 3 years older than me, but he acted like he was a 30-year old who knew everything. pompous ass.” I muttered the last part under my breath. 

hyunjin snickered. “sounds like chan, honestly. felix talks about him just like you do. I think lixie and you would get along well, then.” I laughed under my breath, exhilarated at the thought of even an opportunity to meet the other members. 

we continued talking for a while, when it was announced that the fire show would be starting. delighted, I whipped out my handcam to record it. it always sounded like a fun thing to watch, but i’d never been to any fire shows before. 

the entire show was amazing, but my arms were starting to get sore from holding up the camera for so long. hyunjin peaked at me, and stole the camera from my hands, holding it up, pointed towards the stage. 

“relax, i’ll hold it for you,” he whispered. my heart fluttered at the proximity between his lips and my ear. thinking nothing of the shiver sent down my spine, I left my handcam in hyunjin’s care, enjoying the show. 

there were lots of other entertainment segments, considering the event was supposed to last almost an entire day. there were lots of breaks in between for food, as well. 

at one point, I had fallen asleep on the soft couch. I kept moving around to get comfortable. the lights from the acts on stage were too bright, so I turned my body and head to the side, away from the lights. I threw my hand around something stable, and fell deeper into slumber. 

when I woke up from my quick power nap, I felt something against my palm. I opened my eyes to find my hand over hyunjin’s torso. he was leaning back, legs spread apart, body slowly vibing to the show on stage.

at my movement, he turned around slowly, looking at me. 

“got your beauty sleep, princess?” he asked, smirking a little. beneath my hand, that still rested over some part of his chest, I could feel his heart practically beating out of his body.

“dude, are you okay?” I asked, sitting up, ignoring his question. I moved a bit to place my hand flat against his chest. he had taken off his jacket, and was now in just a tank top. “your heart’s beating so fast. do you need to get away from the lights or something?”

“oh, no, i’m fine,” he mumbled, turning away a little bit. 

“you sure?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

even though we’d officially only met today, I felt comfortable around him. comfortable enough to talk to him, like i’d speak to any friend… which made sense, because we were sort of the same age. 

“yes, yes, mother,” he rolled his eyes at me. I gave him a side-eye, and we turned back around to watch the next set of performances. 

during one of the breaks, my phone rang with an incoming call from my aunt.

“y/n-ah, can you make it to the seventeenth floor fast? your cousin is so clumsy, she spilt juice all over herself and I need some help with her,” she said. I could hear the desperation in her voice through the phone, so I agreed.

“yeah, imo, i’ll be there. I think I have your seat number too, so don’t worry about it.”

as I stood up, hyunjin pulled me down immediately. “where are you going?” he whispered.

“my aunt needs some help with her daughter. she’s just three years old, and cute as hell of course, but she’s quite a handful. i’ll be right back, though,” I told him.

“i’ll come with you, then,” he said, getting up. I was surprised for a second, but nodded anyway.

I stood up and was about to close my ‘phone’ app, but paused at the screen. did I give him my phone along with my handcam, at some point? i’d forgotten about it, if I had. 

hyunjin had saved his contact number under the name ’hyune 🥟’.

“i’m curious, do you give out your number to every girl you meet?” I asked, joking, as we began making our way up the stairs. 

he turned back to me and then turned forward again, “nope. just the pretty ones.”

my heart fluttered at his dialogue, but I quickly regained my composure. “hyune, that’s so cheesy, oh my god.” I rolled my eyes at him.

“whatever,” he laughed. “don’t I get your number too? just so we don’t lose each other in the crowd.”

I was shocked, yet again, at the thought of the hwang hyunjin asking for my number, no matter what the reason.

he passed his phone to me, and we fell in step beside each other. I entered my number in, and saved it as ‘n/n 🌊’, before handing it back to him.

we made it to the seventeenth floor soon, both of us half-dancing to the music playing and talking to each other. when we reached my aunt’s row, though, she wasn’t there.

I asked the people nearby if they had seen a woman with a child in their row, and they said that she had left just a minute ago, with some staff members. 

I thanked them, and hyunjin and I decided to make our way back to our seats.

before we could start going down through the stairs, a security guard stopped us both.

“who are you two? don’t you know it’s the vip section down there?” he asked, gruffly.

“…i’m hyunjin? from stray kids?” hyunjin replied to him, as sassy as ever, and turned towards me to roll his eyes in mock-offence. 

“okay, well, what about you, miss?” he asked me. I had forgotten my tickets in my bag, which was still on my seat. 

I made eye contact with hyunjin, and he somehow seemed to understand that I didn’t have any other proof.

“i’m… uh… with him,” I replied, unsure. 

the guard looked at me suspiciously, narrowing his eyes. 

suddenly, hyunjin yelled, “who’s that running, over there?!” and pointed behind the guard. 

he turned back to see, and in the same second, hyunjin wrapped his fingers around my wrist, as we took off running down the stairs. 

we were sprinting down rows of stairs, laughing, almost breathless, but we could still hear the guard running behind us. 

“wait, wait,” I pulled hyunjin’s shirt from the back. “i’m going to trip, my laces are untied.” I breathed out. 

he shook his head, and picked me up bridal-style. “just tie your shoelace like this, he’ll catch us easily, otherwise!” he rolled his eyes, as if it was an obvious thing to do. 

by the time we were running down the next few sets of stairs, I had finished tying my laces, and we had also successfully lost the security guard. hopefully, he didn’t think of us as a threat too big to report to his boss, or whatever. 

hyunjin was still carrying me, as we were still walking down. 

“are you sure you don’t want to put me down now?” I asked, hesitating a little bit. “I am pretty heavy, I suppose, so-”

“of course you’re not,” he smiled softly at me.

the sun was just setting and the sky was a canvas of orange, pink, and purple. all the hues were reflected on hyunjin’s face, making him appear like an illuminated angel.

“hey…” I started. “would you mind if I recorded a video of the sunset, and… this?” I gestured between him and me. “I guess this is probably one of my favourite memories till date, and I… yeah. I want something to remember today by.” I let out a breath, wondering if i’d crossed the line by asking him if I could record him carrying me. it does sound like an awkward, weird and creepy request.

to my surprise, he nodded. “yes! you have to send it to me too, because I could say pretty much the same thing.” he grinned down at me. 

I smiled happily, and took out my phone. I took a few pictures of the sunset first. then, I flipped to the back camera, zoomed out to 0.5x, and extended my hand. I clicked on the ‘record’ button, recording hyunjin, and the light falling on his face. he smiled at the camera once, and then started making funny faces. I slapped his chest lightly, and we started laughing.

(much later, when i’d rewatched these videos, I noticed hyunjin looking at me with his eyes filled to the brim with love. just smiling at me throughout most of the video.)

we started talking to the camera like a vlog, and I flipped it after a while to show the sunset. it was absolutely ethereal, of course. 

we had almost reached the last few sets of stairs, so hyunjin set me down slowly. 

I thanked him quietly, ending the recording. “pretty sure i’m never forgetting this day.” I laughed lightly. 

“nooo, don’t thank me at all. I had so much fun, unexpectedly. it was cute,” he winked.

I turned away suddenly, heat rushing up my neck for the millionth time during the same day. I grumbled a little, and we continued talking to each other on the way back to our couch in the front row. 

I was telling him about my other friends who were STAY, and told him that they’d be very jealous to find out that I had been at such an event and met him.

“i’d love to meet your friends one day, they all do seem like fun people,” he said.

“oh my god!” I exclaimed. “I really hope you do. it’d be so cool.”

my phone dinged suddenly, and I looked down to see a notification alerting me about my upcoming dance performance on the centre stage for the day.

I bid hyunjin goodbye, letting him know that i’d be back after a while, and that I had to leave. 

would he be surprised when he’d see me on the stage? would he like the dance? I kept asking myself millions of questions.

he pouted for a while, but soon let me go, understanding that it was something important. 

I grabbed my bag from my seat, and rushed backstage. 

seeing the staff members waiting for me, I felt a little less nervous. familiar faces always had that effect, didn’t they?

ᯓ★ hyunjin’s pov . . .

I was back at my seat, continuing to watch the performances.

it was nearly 10 in the night already, and the crowd was getting more and more hyped. 

the other members and I were set to go on stage in about an hour for our performance, and we were all relatively ready, except for our outfits and makeup.

the last few performances were the most anticipated ones, usually. this time, I had forgotten to check the schedule to see who else was performing before us tonight. 

the lights dulled, after a song ended. a spotlight shone, and a girl was standing facing the other way. she was wearing a white button-up, a cropped vest, and cargo-jean pants. her belt shone with a row of stars and rhinestones. she truly gave off a ‘stray kids’ vibe, and would probably fit right in with our concept too. her hair reminded me of y/n’s.

the music began, and she turned around at the beat. I realised two things, simultaneously: first, that it was my solo song ‘so good’—the one that we had released just a week ago—that had started playing. and second, the girl on stage was y/n.

my heart burst at the sight of her. she had sunglasses on, and a black tie was loosely draped around her neck. her jewellery went absolutely perfectly with her outfit and vibe. 

I was awe-struck when she started dancing. they were the same steps I had been performing for so many weeks, but when she did them, they looked… ethereal. she did the isolations so well, and her flow was unmatched, much like an ocean wave.

her rings and bracelets glinted in the light continuously. her expressions were a perfect match for my song. she was pulling off the choreography exactly how it was, if not better. 

if I hadn’t already fallen head over heels in love with her, I certainly did now.

she executed the dance break choreography flawlessly. I was almost envious of how good she looked doing my dance. the lighting enhanced how beautiful she looked. an angel descending from heaven, perhaps. 

still in awe, I didn’t notice her performance ending, and the crowd was going wild. apparently, lots of people knew who she was. 

“who is she?” I asked the old couple sitting behind me. 

“oh, the girl who was just on the stage? she’s the director’s niece. an absolute beauty,” the woman replied, smiling fondly. 

“that she is,” I mumbled, and thanked the woman.

I got a notification from felix, saying that chan was looking for me backstage. I quickly made my way there, hoping to catch y/n too.

thanks to my occassional good luck, she was there, resting on a couch in the makeup room. a staff member was hovering around her, cleaning her makeup. the thin layer of sweat on her face was glistening under the light.

“hyunjin!” she called out, sitting up suddenly.

I smiled and walked towards her, gesturing at han—who was nearby—to wait for me.

as soon as y/n stood up, I hugged her. “that was so beautiful,” I muttered into her hair.

she pulled back a little and smiled at me.

“i’m so happy you liked it. I was kind of nervous-”

“y/n?! that was amazing! It literally looked exactly like hyunjin’s dance style!” jeongin said, running towards us. I rolled my eyes at the intrusion, but let it go soon since it was just jeongin.

I paused suddenly. “wait. how do you know her?” I asked him.

“oh, noona got me chocolates on my birthday, and since then we’ve been hanging out a bit,” he said. I turned to y/n, who was nodding in a very ‘as-a-matter-of-fact’ way.

“i’ll leave you two to talk now, but jinnie hyung, the stylists are waiting for you. we need to get ready,” he said while walking away, and I nodded.

“ah, I see how it is,” I teased, narrowing my eyes playfully. “stealing the maknae’s heart before mine, huh?”

she burst out laughing. “you’ve got it all wrong. innie’s just a little brother to me.”

I felt a little relieved at that.

I saw the rest of the group trickle backstage one by one, each offering her their compliments, remembering her from the jype building.

felix hugged her and exclaimed how proud he was of her performance. “no wonder hyunjin’s been texting us about you nonstop today,” he added with a cheeky grin. I shoved him playfully, slightly blushing.

as the chaos died down, the staff called us one last time to prepare for our performance.

I turned to y/n, and asked a bit hesitantly. “will you still be here after the show?”

she nodded, her smile lighting up her face. “of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

I stepped closer, leaning in so only she could hear. “good. I still owe you one for making my heart race like that.” her blush was as beautiful as ever, and it gave me the courage to add, “do you want to grab a coffee, or something, after the event?”

“I’d love that,” she said softly, nodding, her eyes meeting mine with a spark that made my heart race, yet again.

as I walked towards the stage with my members, I couldn’t help but glance back at her. she was watching us, her expression proud and supportive. she threw a thumbs up in the air.

I knew that this day wasn’t just a moment of chance or luck. it was the beginning of something beautiful.

ᯓ★ bonus ending: y/n’s pov . . .

after hyunjin’s performance with his group and my excessively loud cheering and screaming, there were still quite a few performances left.

unbothered, hyunjin and I snuck away from the stadium, and roamed outside, looking for coffee shops close by. it was too late, so the roads were mostly empty.

there were a lot of hands-brushing and staring-at-each-other moments too.

under the city’s twinkling lights, watching korea’s night life with him, I couldn’t help but wonder what galaxy i’d saved in my past life to be lucky enough so as to meet someone like hyunjin today.

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[auntiejohn]

600 followers event!!

first of all i wanna say thank you so so much!! i think most of my followers don't even realise they're following me bc they're from the various phases ive been in since i first joined tumblr😖 BUT im still so appreciative of the fact that they enjoyed my content enough to follow me at some point!! ANDDD im sososososososo grateful for all of my wonderful mutuals, you're all so important to me and i truly wouldn't be here without you all💗💗

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followers + mutuals :

shining just for you - i'll assign you a song that reminds me of you!!

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i hate what this song is about - i'll make you a mini playlist (this may take a little while + PLEASEE give me your spotify or have it linked!!)

handsome, you're a mansion with a view - i'll make a moodboard based on how i view you!!

your new girl is my clone - i'll give you 3 things that remind me of you

feel free to request as many as you want!! however keep in mind the more things you request the longer it may take💗

[digitaldaydreamm]

omg i just read rafe’s love languages for the unspoken claim series, and what if he does romantic things for valentines day, her birthday and other holidays. for example on valentines day he decorates her room with balloons, flowers, luxurious gifts and when people try to tell her how cute and romantic that is she doesn’t see it because he has been doing stuff like that for her since they were kids, but she what she also doesn’t realize is that he has only ever done stuff like that for her and never anyone else.

also thank you for taking the time to read this and i absolutely love your writing !!🫶🏽💗

rafe loves spoiling reader!

rafe x childhood friend!reader

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★ You wake up to find your entire room filled with red and pink balloons, fresh roses covering your bed, and a neatly wrapped box on your dresser. Inside? A designer bag you casually mentioned months ago, and a handwritten note in Rafe’s messy scrawl: Happy Valentine’s, kid. You don’t question it—you never do. Rafe always does stuff like this. But when Topper and Kelce start teasing him, saying it’s basically a confession, you just laugh. “He’s always been like this with me.” You don’t realize that he’s never been like this with anyone else.

★ For your birthdays, Rafe goes all out. Always has. Always will. A private dinner, a new piece of jewelry, “just something to match the necklace I got you last year,” he says, and a cake from your favorite bakery. When people gush over how romantic it is, you shake your head. “It’s just Rafe.”

★ While everyone else gets standard gifts from Rafe for christmas—expensive, but impersonal—you always get something thoughtful. A framed picture from when you were kids, a playlist of songs that remind him of you, a handwritten letter (that he almost didn’t give you). You don’t think twice about it, but Sarah does. “You realize he doesn’t do this for anyone else, right?” You just shrug. “That’s just how Rafe is.” But deep down, you start to wonder.

★ If it’s important to you, it’s important to Rafe. Got a big test coming up? He stocks your fridge with your favorite snacks. Feeling sick? He’s at your door with soup before you can even text him. Celebrating something small? He acts like it’s the biggest deal in the world. And yet, you still don’t see it for what it is. But Rafe doesn’t care. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.

★ While everyone else is getting flowers and cards for graduation, Rafe hands you an envelope with two things inside—a custom necklace with your initials intertwined with his and plane tickets to anywhere you’ve ever wanted to go (for both of you, of course). “Figured you deserved something big,” he says with a shrug, like it’s nothing. Like he didn’t spend weeks planning it. And when people swoon over how sweet it is, you just laugh.

★ It doesn’t have to be a holiday for Rafe to spoil you. He’ll show up unannounced with your favorite coffee, leave designer shopping bags on your bed without a word, or randomly drive you to the beach because “you’ve been stressed, kid.” It’s second nature to him. He doesn’t even think about it. And neither do you.

★ The parties, the fireworks, the countdown—it’s always the same. But every new year's, right at midnight, Rafe finds you first. He wraps his arms around you, tucks you into his side, and murmurs a quiet “Happy New Year, bub.” No matter who else is around, no matter who he was talking to before, you are always the first person he celebrates with.

★ If something upsets you, Rafe is the first to notice—even before you say anything. And before you know it, he’s dragging you out of the house, forcing you to clear your head with a drive, a late-night swim, or just sitting in his truck, eating takeout in silence. It doesn’t matter what you need—he just knows. And while others might call it romantic, to you, it’s just Rafe being Rafe.

★ The moment you tell him about your new job, he’s prouder than anyone else. Louder than anyone else. He’s already making plans to celebrate, already telling people “I knew she’d get it” like it was a fact, not a hope. And when you call him out for acting like you’re the only one who’s ever done something good, he just shrugs. “Well, you’re the only one that matters.”

★ It doesn’t hit you all at once. It happens in little moments—when you see him brush off someone else’s excitement, when you hear Sarah say “He never even did that for his ex,” when you catch him watching you like you’re the only person in the room. And suddenly, all those gifts, all those gestures, all those traditions don’t seem so casual anymore.

[jeonjaemark]

getting into the holiday spirt || kim mingyu

content warning: suggestive, sexual themes, oral, MDNI || masterlist

a/n: hi lovely people!! i hope everyone is enjoying the 13 days of svt holidays. i might slow with posting within the next few days depending on certain things but i should have each one posted up until 23rd/24th. also i would highly appreciate it, if you can leave comments your thoughts/reactions to 13 days of svt holidays, so i know what you like and it would help me with writing more. don’t forget to reblog, like and comment your thoughts/reactions☺️ thank you again for reading & liking the short series so far 💗kate

i fluff up the ribbon to the outskirts of the tree branches then take a step back. i tilt my head off to the side debating if the red ribbons and white lights were balancing out against the tree. i didn’t want the lights or ribbon to look like they were choking the tree or clashing. i walk closer pulling at the ribbon and string of lights until it was to my liking then move down to adjusting the white knitted tree skirt with snowflakes. quietly humming along to the christmas music i step back and forth along the tree and around the ornaments i had dropped to floor.

“what do you think you’re doing decorating for christmas without me?” a deep voice questions from behind me.

“i got a little too excited when i saw you brought down the bins from the garage. i didn’t do much decorating, i swear.” i held my hands up out of defense.

mingyu pans his arm around our living room decorated in various blue and silver decor to go with our snowflake theme this year. it took everything inside of me to not drive to the store today and find more decor to buy for the house. it helped that mingyu had taken the car to the gym this morning. i smile to myself proud of the set up so far. the tree garland with blue and silver ornaments hanging down across the mantle. the mini town village set up on the cabinet storage. the floating candles with a snowflake inside of the case at the center of the coffee table. various blue and white pillows fluffed on the couch with a throw blanket.

“love, you only left the outside for me to decorate and half the tree. you deserved to be punished for your crime.”

“correction, the tree only has ribbons and chrsitmas lights around it. i just barely started putting on the ornaments until you caught me.”

“you know how much i love decorating for christmas with you.” he pouts crossing his arms.

around the holiday season i get a little too excited with all the songs, the decorations and the overall feelings that resonates being with loved ones on the holiday. every since mingyu has been in my life, he hasn’t let me decorate the place alone. he loved being around to help me, listen to christmas music, and snack on our reindeer chow i made. he would also give out his opinion on how to decorate. we would both debate on certain things but there was a lot of comprises. my favorite thing is to decorate the tree with him (and not just because he’s tall and can reach higher on the tree). also how he would pull me away mid decorating to dance with him to the songs playing.

“okay, i promise to not decorate the tree any further until you finish your post work out shower.” i held my pinky up to him.

he hesitates at first, still a bit sulky from my head-start, but he links his pinky around mine. mingyu tugs me closer pressing his lips against mine before breaking into a sprint up towards the stairs.

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while waiting for mingyu to finish washing up, i measure out the ribbons for the kitchen cabinet to decorate it like a christmas gift with a bow. i sway my body to the rhythm of sabrina carpenter’s santa doesn’t know you like i do. the song has been on constant play on my playlist ever since halloween ended a few months ago. i sing along to the song while cutting out the ribbons until the second verse comes on.

i drop whatever i am doing and twirl around the kitchen and smiling to myself at the thought of mingyu. i hated how easily he invades my thoughts with songs involving love. it’s impossible for me to not think of him because he is filled with so much of it.

i somehow make my way to the living room and start to belt out the second half of lyrics. my hand gently and passionately tapping against my chest and fall onto the couch. my heart jumps at the loud clapping coming from behind.

i push myself up against the soft cushions finding mingyu leaning against the wall. his arms crossed against his white santa shirt with his red plaid fleece pants. a smug grin on his lips and admiring eyes.

“how long were you standing there?”

“long enough to know santa doesn’t know me like you do.” he winks. my cheeks flush with warmth, slightly shy from being caught. “so do you want to start decorating the tree with me or do you need to wrap up your concert performance first?”

the songs were still playing and i roll my eyes tossing an ornament at him. he quickly dodges it and walks over to me giggling. i slide over the bin with all the ornaments we were going to use on the tree. mingyu separated the snowflakes in the boxes making it easier for me to take. we fall into our own rhythm of grabbing the ornaments, placing it on the tree and stepping back to examine the balance of the ornaments to the tree.

mingyu occasionally brushes his body against mine as he passes by me making his way around the tree. i can’t help but feel all tingly when his hand would brush against my exposed hips or when his body presses behind mine when he is reaching over me.

it’s not like i haven’t seen mingyu in months. he’s been home for some time now since his two month work trip but for some reason my body was quite sensitive watching him decorate the tree.

i hold the star and mingyu crouches down. i carefully swing my legs around his shoulder as he stood up walking to the tree. it takes me a second to the new height considering i am tiny. i stretch my arm out placing the star on the top then pat mingyu. mingyu takes a few steps back as we both stare at the tree mesmerized with a sense of accomplishment.

“you did good, my love.” he presses a kiss to my inner thigh.

my body freezes except for a small but hot tingly sensation awakens against my skin. i suddenly become hyper aware of mingyu’s head being between my legs. it’s never a good idea with him being so close. it feels so intimate and invasive at the same time even though his head between my legs have lead me to some of the best releases i have ever felt in my entire life. my core starts to throb at the proximity of mingyu’s mouth near her. it’s like it had a memories of it own and starts to ache for his ache for his attention too. memories of the way his tongue felt darting sucking in tandem with his fingers slowly stretching me in and out. the way my body would tremble simply at the touch his hand. fuck.

mingyu squeezes my waist breaking me out of my thoughts. my skin feels warm and my heart pulse a little faster being brought back to reality. i glance around the room as if anyone was here watching me when he carefully swings my legs off his shoulders and sets me back on the ground. we both fall back onto the couch staring up at the tree.

“i really love how the tree looks, love.” he brings his body forward when i notice the back collar of his shirt was damp.

“babes, i think you’re sweating.” i point out, hoping it’s actually sweat and not something that came from me.

i reach over to wipe it but mingyu reaches behind his neck touching the substance. a knowing grin quirks the corner of his mouth. his eyes go from light to something dark and sinister. if i wasn’t looking at him already i would’ve missed the shift in his eyes.

“i don’t think that’s sweat, my love. i think you were enjoying yourself a little reminiscing over old memories.”

“what do you mean reminiscing over old memories?”

“babes, i know how your body reacted when i kissed your inner thigh. it’s nice to know i have that kind of affect on you.” he giggles. “also after i did that, i tried talking to you but you were lost in your thoughts again and i felt the back of my neck getting a bit wet.”

i cover my face with my hands embarrassed by his words. every inch of my body wanted to scream out of horror. if only i could jump into a black hole and hide out until my face stops warming up and being red. am i comfortable with doing sexual things with mingyu? yes. am i comfortable talking about said sexual things with mingyu? also yes. will i still get shy getting caught having x-rated images and fantasies about him even after dating for some time now. fucking yes.

mingyu giggles sliding my hands away to cup my face. his thumb softly stroking my blushing cheeks. “it’s cute you’re being shy after getting caught but i would be lying if i said i wasn’t also reminiscing about what happens when i am between your legs.”

before i could even process what he said mingyu’s body hovers above mine. his arms trapping me between him and the couch. i glance up at him lust flashing over his eyes. i wrap my hand around the back of his neck pulling him down to me crashing his lips to mine. his teeth grazes the bottom of my lip slipping his tongue inside. the kiss intensifies as he slips one hand down to my needy core.

his lips find their way nipping at my neck all the way down until they reached the area where i needed him the most. mingyu kneels in front of me his eyes sparkling and glistening at my body’s reaction to him. his tongue licks at his bottom lip with appreciation of his view. without warning he dives right in not wasting any time. my body response very well and appreciative of him as a moans slips from my lips. mingyu begins to pick up pace switching between different techniques.

“gyu… feels so so good. k-keep going.” i pant breathlessly.

mingyu continues on his journey luring me into a wave of pleasure. his mouth doing wonders to my body. i could feel my head starting to get dizzy at the fast pace he was going at. my back arches off the couch but mingyu presses his hand against my hips keeping me in place.

my mind goes numb seeing the stars above me. i run my fingers through mingyu’s hair tugging him closer to me. so many things were happening that i barely had time to process any of it. mingyu looks up from under his lashes taking in every one of my reactions to him. i thrived knowing how well he knew my body’s turn ons and turn offs. it made everything with him a thousand times better.

his voice vibrates into my body making me coil with ecstasy. something warm boiling inside of my stomach ready to explode when his tongue hits a certain spot. mingyu notices my body’s reaction making him smile against me. he continuously hits that specific spot until i stop tugging at his hair. my head falls back from the amount of pleasurable bliss running through me veins.

i cry out his name as a harsh wave crashes over from my head all the down my toes.

one moment my body rises up from the cushions and the next it falls back to the couch. mingyu cleans up every drop not allowing anything to hit the couch. he kisses his way up my body trembling under his touch.

his hand presses lightly against the side of my neck as he kisses me softly this time. i could taste myself on his tongue. i smile into the kiss reaching down for his the band of his sweats and boxers. he grabs my wrist stopping me. his forehead pressed against mine as we both inhaled a breath.

“this isn’t about me right now, my love. i just wanted to punish you a little for getting a head start on decorating without me earlier.” he snickers pressing a kiss to forehead. “i promise we can get to that part of my punishment later tonight.

mingyu breaks away leaving me on the couch and returns back with a towel. he gently cleans me off before slipping back on my underwear and shorts.

it’s crazy how mingyu can turn a whole one eighty within the span of five minutes. one second we are on the edge of the couch in pure spice bliss the second we are cuddling in said couch watching a holiday movie.

[nogenderbee]

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @wabatle request: ASK FOR OBEY ME REQUESTS AND I SHALL DELIVER!!!!

anywayssss can I req the brothers (but if all of the brothers are too much just Lucifer, Satan, and Asmo pls!) + Diavolo with an mc that's INSANELY GOOD at playing the electric guitar please?

Thank you pookie you're the best 🤭🥰😍💗

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ THANK YOUUU I choosed the option with less chars hope you don't mind -w-"

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✧ Lucifer plays on piano and you play on electric guitar... he listens to classic music, you most likely listen to something harder, you're literally opposites!

✧ the only thing you share is most likely that you're good with hands...

✧ your instruments don't match tho so unfortunely you have no way of playing together...

✧ as for different tastes... it never hurts to try, right? As long as you won't insult his taste, he won't insult yours. And who knows? Maybe the two of you will find some nice songs that you normally wouldn't even reach for?

✧ he's definitely a bit surprised when you tell him you do it professionally, but he's also interested second after...

✧ maybe he never considered playing on electric guitar but now he certainly thinks about at least trying... especially with you as his teacher

"You want me to try this badly? Maybe later... I'd like to see you on piano as well, are you aware, my dear? So do we got each other a deal~?"

✧ he's not really the best player... he may not want to admit it, but you can see his fingerprints aren't really used to strings

✧ as for you... if you won't success at playing piano either, he'll tease you just a little bit

✧ tho if you are... he'll be proud of you, but also his pride is slightly hurt that you had no problem playing on his instrument...

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@wabatle - come get your scary brother!

✧ Satan definitely has some electric guitar solos and songs on his playlists... I mean he's literally avatar of wrath! It just kinda goes along that he'd let it out in way of stronger music... plus it's opposite taste of Lucifer's which adds onto it...

✧ he doesn't play himself but he still knows a lot about it

✧ he asked you quite straightforward to just play something for him, expecting to catch something he may correct but... it was harder than he imagined...

"Well... Maybe you should learn more advanced chords- You were just warming up? Alright, I'm listening..."

✧ surprised that you're actually professional with electric guitar but after a day he's already used

✧ will say stuff like "my lover's better at playing electric guitar than you're at playing piano" to Lucifer just to piss him off

✧ if you actually win in the little competition he made against eldest brother tho... he's gonna have the time of his life by rubbing it into his face whenever he gets the chance

✧ other than that, he actually likes hearing you play! Especially if you're playing more aggressive songs, he finds it a bit calming!

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@miya-akane @wabatle - come get your cat lover!

✧ you can't tell me Asmo doesn't find it hot whenever you play electric guitar for him

✧ he'll shamelessly beg you to play a song for him, while he watches you or does his make up

✧ but you'll always get the best and loudest applause from him, followed by big hug and wave of kisses!

✧ he loves the most the finger play you do during complicated solos

"Well that's quite an experienced~ I dare say even better than mine! Hehe~ Oh c'mon, it was a compliment, darling!"

✧ he wanted to learn how to play guitar untill you told him he can't have long nails whole doing so

✧ now he sees playing on guitar as a curse... so! He does his best to plan aesthetic short nails design for you, so they'll fit your style and guitar design!

✧ whenever you come over, he'll make you sit down so he can do or fix your nails first and only later he'll let you play on guitar

✧ he gushes a lot to everyone he meets about you whenever the topic drops even slightly to music. He's just such a proud boyfriend!!

✧ you never have to worry about not knowing what to play or learn around him too... he goes to so many parties, he usually gives you few ideas, be it for songs that already exist or for your own songs

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@vodka-glrl @wabatle - come get your pretty princess~

✧ Diavolo is the type to appreciate any talent, especially if you're so dedicated towards it

✧ maybe Barbatos sent you annoyed glare when you payed such a hard songs in the middle of castle but... if it doesn't disturbs Diavolo, than what can he do?

✧ I feel like he'd actually enjoy how electric guitar sounds and may even get so into it he tries finding some songs dedicated for that instrument

✧ definitely asked you if you could teach him how to play electric guitar out of pure curiosity

✧ he's actually pretty good at it! He may not get it first time but he's definitely a fast learner

✧ if he was as dedicated as you, you two could probably play together, but he has slightly different interests too...

✧ tho he mostly still enjoys listening to you play! He won't even mind it if you play a song or two while he's doing his work

"Oh no, no need to leave! Your music helps me concertate. But if you're bored, I have few ideas what we can do during my quick break!"

✧ he'll definitely get you into few concerts if that's your dream and you bet he'll be there cheering for you!

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@wabatle - come get your childish ruler!

[81folklore]

new years day - STYLES

pairings: harry styles x gn!reader (fc: none)

summary: harrys partner reminisces on instagram over the past 2 years of love on tour before the final show

authors note: i was listening to my sleepy taylor playlist and this song started playing and it took me back to all the love on tour edits so i had to create a smau for it.. i promise im working on the drafts i put on that poll!!

authors note 2: i used they/them pronouns when writing because nothing ever really specified readers gender so please imagine as you will!!

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harrystyles: ❤️❤️

user7: oh i love them so much

user18: the support you show for harry is so lovely :’)

user73: im going to miss guessing what the styles will be wearing every night☹️

harry_lambert: so many outfits! so many fun nights!

yourusername: ahh ill miss seeing what youve put together for h

annetwist: ill miss seeing you so often darling!!

yourusername: you wont be able to get rid of us, promise🤍

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theres glitter on the floor after the party, girls carrying their shoes down in the lobby…

i have never been as sad as i am right now writing that love on tour is officially over! this has honestly been one of the craziest experiences for everyone; myself, the fans and for you harry. being able to watch you grow as an artist and an individual on and off stage for the past two years has been an honor and i cannot thank you enough for bringing me on this incredible journey with you

the love i feel for you is one i struggle to describe, its a feeling of joy when i see you on stage, its a feeling of hurt when i see you at your lows, its a feeling of pure happiness when i see you being who you are. loving you is something so genuinely special and i cannot believe i am the one who gets to witness all of you, all of your life

love on tour is truly something that is one of a kind and the family you were able to create with it will be something that lasts forever along with the memories created these past years

i dont think i will ever get over being the one to see you achieve everything you have ever wanted, getting to be the one you come to after a show and just hug until your hearts content, getting to be the person you cry on after a show like slane or wembley where you just felt so overwhelmed by the love and support you received

i will thank you everyday for choosing me to be that person, to be the person you love, to be the person you have join you in this life youve created for yourself

thank you love on tour and thank you harry

i will love you both forever and ever❤️‍🩹

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capitalofficial: im not crying you are🥲

harryflorals: we love you both💐

gemmastyles: 😭😭😭🤍🤍

harrystyles: 💗💗

user6: i need harry to learn how to use instagram properly i NEED to see his response😭

user89: sobbing and screaming

user35: they love him so much😭😭

harrystyles: baby the love i have for you is endless, thank you for coming with me on this journey and thank you for letting me love you. i love you so so much

user35: and HE LOVES THEM SO MUCH😭😭

user62: i feel sick they love eachother so much❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

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[sheenashifts1217]

Pick a Pile No.1

Welcome to my first Pick a Pile :)

This is a collective reading so it may resonate more for some than others. Take what helps you and leave what doesn’t. 💗

If you’d like a personal reading, I currently have a deal in my shop for a free five song channeled playlist with any purchase of an s/o reading. Check my pinned post for more details.😊

What Advice Will Aid Your Shifting Journey

Choose pile 1, 2, or 3

Take a breath and simply pick the one you feel most drawn to.

(Top left pile 1, top right pile 2, bottom pile 3)

Pile 1

Lyrics standing out:

“You b**** ain’t like me

Dance in the breeze

A man with the sleaze

Stop it, get another topic

I got the nerve

And I block it

You’re a brat

Cause I never repeat

Do what I say like Simon

I’m a VIP

Sorry I’m pretty and easy to hate”

Okay pile 1, I SEE YOU GUYS!!! 💅🏼 This pile is short and sweet because you all know what you need, self aware queens. You all know your power, and as you should. For those of you in this pile who really know your power, own it more, step into it, actually practice it.

It feels like you all know what you need to do and you know you can shift, you’re just being lazy. PUT THE WORK IN. But frl, it seems like you guys really just need to set some time aside to focus on shifting and your DR because you know what to do, you just feel too busy. It’s okay to take a breath. Some of you all in this pile may also be rushing yourself. Allow yourself to accept what your experiencing and just let it flow. It’s already yours, you already have all of your desires.

Overall, pile 1, you guys are baddies whether you know it or not. Step into that power, own it, and use it. Make time for yourself and slow down a little. You don’t have to experience everything at the same time, that’s why you have a life, spend it.

Confirmation: 222, 444, Aquarius, ford mustang, hot pink, purple number 4, Elmo?, Sesame Street, Disney, neon green nails

Pile 2

Lyrics standing out:

“Trying to cover up my face

Try and stay calm

Something missing

I think looks wrong

When pretty isn’t pretty enough

What do you do?

I could change up my body and change up my face

You can win the battle

Insecure

Try to ignore it

I don’t know why I even try (I see the starfish position)

Just feel like sh*** over and over again”

Hi pile 2! You guys are giving me 2020 shiftok vibes. A lot of you probably started to practice shifting around 2019/2020 and were fed a lot of misinformation and now you feel like that is stopping you, but it doesn’t have to, let that go. You are in charge of your own reality so take that misinformation and use it as a learning experience. Don’t be discouraged because it was false or didn’t work for you, that’s good because now you’re one step closer to knowing yourself and what does work for you!

You may be a person that is on social media a lot in general or just hyperaware of others lives and you’re comparing yourself to them. STOP IT. Everyone’s experience is their own. When you see someone else’s success or experience, you don’t know what went down before that. Focus on yourself and what is meant for you, will happen. Accept it and take charge of it. You may be one who relies on others success for your own motivation as well, this is your sign to rely on yourself. Connect with your higher self and trust your intuition.

Keep going pile 2! You guys have put in time and energy this far, what’s a little longer? Your efforts are not in vain. You’ve got this. Trust yourself!

Confirmation: tiktok, iPhone, 13, dodge, dodgers, football, Dallas cowboy cheerleaders, red white & blue, Olympics, gymnastics, toe nails, 12

Pile 3

Lyrics standing out:

“Light headed

For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me

And too confused who I should be

In a big old world

We’re so alike

When I cross that line

It’s been a point of contention between myself and this body they stuck me in

Am I pretty enough to lie to you

Let me be the void you fill

I am quantum physics

My witness brings me to existence

So I can be your girlfriend boyfriend”

Hello my lovely pile 3! You all feel trapped either in your bodies or just to this reality in general. You have put shifting to your DR on a pedestal or even a part of you doesn’t want to accept that it’s real because you may not feel worthy. Remind yourself that you are constant, flowing energy.

Some of you have been so focused on “finding yourself”, that instead you have used the 3D to define who you are in the 4D. Make the two align.

Try to focus more on the “what” of shifting, instead of the “how”. Feel those connections and emotions you have in your DR. Maybe focus on one in particular that is important to you. Focus on one DR at a time. You have overwhelmed yourself with the thoughts of wanting to shift and being everywhere at once. Take your time and enjoy your CR as well. Shifting is an act and a journey, it’s real life, so make sure you’re still taking care of yourself.

In summary, you are more than your body. You are your thoughts and emotions and your actions, your love and energy you spread. Own that energy and use it for your benefit. Focus on who you are and what it is you want. Try to have a clear idea of that, then connect to it. Once you feel that connection, that’s it. Congratulations it’s now yours. Forget the 3D and just know it’s already yours.

Confirmation: red, Taylor Swift, (Taylor’s version), reputation, Niall Horan, train, Liam Payn, 2222, lock and key, hearts, stars, moon, “go piss girl”, dress to impress

[lyrakanefanatic]

tig couple hcs part 2: avery and jameson

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• they don’t have that similar music tastes, (as avery just kind of listens to the same 3 songs on repeat until she gets sick of them and looks for another 3 songs to listen to 😭☠️) but when they started dating, they started liking each others music. now when she’s in the car, avery tends to play jamesons playlists

• avery very much does not enjoy those events that alisa forces her to go to when her and jamie get in trouble, so jameson ends up being her hype man. he whispers chants in her ear, like “go avery! go avery! you can do this! go heiress!” so that she feels a bit better going (and so that she laughs bc jameson loves her laugh)

• her and jameson definitely did that “you better lock your phone” trend (the one where you scoop your partner up while running)

• they try the weirdest food combos when they get bored with max and xander, bc those two are weird food combo PROS.

• when they first started dating, avery tried to avoid pda. she would kind of avoid kissing him in front of his family ESPECIALLY his brothers because she felt awkward doing it at first. that was until she learned that they really didn’t care and now she’s fine with it

• i already said something like this in one of my other posts a while ago, but when jameson leaves his clothes in averys room and avery tells him, he always says “must be one of your other guys 😪😓😢”.

• because of this ⬆️, another awkward situation emerged at dinner:

• nan: “hey boy, what happened to that nice suit jacket i gave you for your birthday?”

• jameson: “oh, im not sure. maybe i left it in averys room?”

• avery: “oh yeah, you did. there are two on my dresser, so one should be it.”

• jameson, while smirking: “oh, i actually don’t think those are mine. must be one of your other guys that came over.” the table immediately goes quiet as the older residents of the hawthorne house shoot shocked and disgusted looks at avery. avery looks at him with a “really?” expression, and nash and xander, who knew what was going on, were dying laughing. even GRAYSON was smiling.

• jameson then goes into a deep explanation of the joke, and nan yells at him for putting that “poor girl” (avery) through that. he’s now banned from making jokes at the dinner table. 😪

• sometimes jameson sleep talks, and has like, ongoing convos with avery in his sleep. sometimes avery will lead it on bc she finds it funny, (he always asks her random stuff) but most times she just says “go to sleep, jamie” and he goes to sleep right away. (while making this i heard my dad snoring two rooms away 😔 HE IS SO LOUD!!)

• after nash proposed to libby, jameson made a joke before they went to sleep about proposing to avery, and she just laughed it off. but the next morning when she woke up and saw that he was still asleep, she whispered “i would love to get married to you someday” almost to herself, before kissing him on the forehead and snuggling into him. jameson never mentioned afterwards, but he heard what she said.

• avery actually loves the entire toy story saga and watched all the movies with jameson. they get some of libbys baked goods, tons of candy, and watch it. it used to be their alone time where they could snuggle up against each other and share kisses, but then by the time they were rewatching the second movie, xander found out that they watched those movies and busted in. now all the movie nights are jameson, avery….. and xander. ☠️

• avery wears his sweaters and jameson wears her necklaces

• on nights like mothers day, hannahs death date, or even fathers day they usually end the day with a movie while jameson distracts her by whispering sweet nothings in her ear and covering her with kisses 💗💗

• whenever they go to those fancy galas, they pass the time by looking at guests and creating “characters” for them. for example, jameson will look at a balding guy and say “he has bald spots because he was a lab rat for a mad scientist years ago, who used to zap his head with acids”. avery pretends to not like it but she actually does and laughs whenever he makes far fetched assumptions of the guests’ backstories.

• through out the grandest game, when they can’t sleep at night, they gossip about the contestants. yes, even AVERY does. they don’t ever say bad things about them and automatically assume the best, but they talk about tension/fueds between some. they talk about how it might play out, and sometimes jameson makes jokes about two of the contestants dating. yes, he would endlessly gossip about lyra and grayson. ☠️

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