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thehauntedetheral · 1 year ago

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Yan Tribe X Reader

Requests are open!

• You were a camera woman for discovery channel. You loved your job. After all you get to travel world with your crew, see and explore the most interesting wonders, and get paid to shoot all of that in camera. What more can you ask for? Yeah your love life sucked because you were never at a one place for long. But who cares? You have your camera and your passion.

• Your crew has been assigned to shoot a new show by channel which is showing and telling people about the tribal life and community of an x forest. You were excited.

• You shooted and captured all the things about the tribal community. The people were friendly once they warmed up to your team. They showed and told you everything about their community, about forest, their lifestyle through a member of yours who knew their language and translated everything.

• You got to know about many tribal traditions, rituals, festive, their beliefs, their worships, hunting, farming style but what caught your attention was a certain tall, muscular young tribe man.

• He would always be with your crew even if he is not needed. You were shooting a particular episode on the womens in tribe? He was still there silently just observing you all especially you in a way you didn't notice.

• Your crew tried fishing for some fun in break time. And as usual your clumsy self would trip and ruin everything embarassing yourself. He would later leave a basket full of fish for you silently.

• You noticed that he was kinda good looking. Okay not kinda but a lot good looking with his huge built, dark black tribal tattoos covering his tan arms and chest, his sharp bone jewellery giving all Tarzan vibes with his long black hair tied in half bun that many women in community wished to be his mate. Also because he was a excellent hunter.

• You once told someone in community casually that you wished to taste raw natural honey from honeycombs like other tribals but were scared due to honeybees and he heard it. Well next day he gives you a huge piece of honeycomb anonymously ,freshly teared by him even though it caused him serval stinks from honey bee because this was not the season to collect honey but he would do anything for you.

• Their community had a practice where once in a year men would wear their best dresses, jewellery trying to impress womens and get their attention. This was a special episode that you weren't shooting but the other cameraman was doing because you were on the other side of forest with a few crew members shooting some shots of forest for another episode as your time of departure were close and you have to finish your work fast.

• You finished your shots. And walked a bit around the forest a little more to explore while your fellow mates moved back to see the celebration.

• You saw yan tribe sitting all alone under a tree. You felt sad seeing him all alone like this instead of being in the celebration with others. Well might be the women whose attention he is trying to grab chose someone else in competition you thought.

You tried to console him by speaking in your broken fluency in their tribe language which you have learned by staying with them for months. You were scared that you might have said something offensive to him unconsciously due to the language barrier because his expressions didn't change but became serious.

He only looked up at you and held your hand in his and said "MATE". You knew your speaking and listening skills towards his language were below average but you were 101% sure what mate word that he said means. And that scared you to dead because seeing his big strong hand holding your fragile one tightly made it clear that he is not going to let you leave at any cost.

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tteokdoroki · 1 year ago

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⋆ 𝜗𝜚 ˚⟡. — KATSUKU BAKUGOU. setting powder.

about. whilst getting ready to meet your new boyfriend’s extended family — you learn that he knows a thing or two about doing makeup.

warnings. minors, blank and ageless blogs do not interact! sfw, fluff, characters aged up to 20s, enemies to lovers, meeting the family, new relationships, brief mention of injury and hospitals, reader wears makeup and dresses, pro hero!bakugou, nurse/doctor!reader.

“we’re gonna be late, sweetheart.”

leaning against the door frame, bakugou crosses his arms over his chest — his perfect lips pulled into a suave smirk as he watches you finish your makeup for tonight.

“wha…huh? you said i had twenty minutes?” you’re still half dressed, your boyfriend’s baggy hoodie from an old merch collection draped over your sweet little dress to protect it from your foundation, your hair is tied back and away from your face so it doesn’t get in the way and though you’re still trying to blend your cream blush in with one of those sponge things — katsuki thinks you’re the most adorable thing in the entire world.

pushing himself off the door frame, he sits behind you on the bed — still watching you work at the vanity whilst he fixes the cuffs of his dress shirt. “that was twenty minutes ago,” the blonde rasps affectionately and grasps your at your jewellery laid out on the bed. the rough pad of his thumb traces over the ‘K’ on the silver heart locket he’d gotten you for your birthday before he undoes the clasp and places the chain around your neck — being mindful of your hair in the process. “y’said you’d be done by then.”

you catch your boyfriend’s vermillion stare in the reflection of your mirror — his subtle smile when he sees his initials dangling from your neck. it feels you with warmth to know that no matter what, katsuki will always find you beautiful and will always love you. even with how chaotic your makeup looks when half done. “i think i spent too long in the shower ‘n underestimated how long this look would take,” you sigh, reaching for your lip gloss next. you’ll have to put it in your purse, do your lips in the car. “do you think they’ll mind if we’re any later than this?”

“my parents won’t. neither will inko. deku — i mean — izuku will, but he’ll pretend he ain’t bothered,” bakugou prattles down the list, making a note of tonight’s attendees. it was tradition that the bakugous and the midoriyas had a monthly dinner together, it had been going on since the two pro heroes were children. only now, their partners were invited since they were family too. family included you.

you hadn’t gone to U.A and you certainly didn’t know katsuki until he became an up and coming pro hero. the first time he’d saved you, by the sidewalk of the hospital you worked at, you thought he was brutish and stuck up. you’d hated him and he’d hated you. but over time, and more frequent trips to A&E after saving civilians or sometimes after being wounded in villain attacks — you’d come to appreciate bakugou’s brooding personality and observant nature.

he’d come to like you too. how much you cared for others and wanted to make the world a better place. you reminded him a little bit of izuku, in a strange way.

so one night when you were on call, katsuki brought you flowers instead of a stomach wound that needed stitches and you’d given him a kiss instead of berating him about being careful, over vanilla and chocolate pudding cups from the hospital cafeteria.

signing impatiently, you bring katsuki back to present day. “i wanted to make a good impression on your aunty and on your best friend,” rubbing your arm nervously, you cast your gaze over the mess on your vanity — expensive products splayed across them in organised chaos.

“you will. they’re gonna love you. they already do,” bakugou stands behind you now, rough palms smoothing over your shoulders. “izuku says you’ve made me less bitchy at work. whatever the fuck that means.”

you giggle, eyes sparkling in delight as you look at the blonde in the mirror. “really?”

“really,” he nods sheepishly. the way you look at him makes him feel so loved. it’s new to him. nice to him. “now, whaddya need help with s’we can hurry up ‘n hit the road.”

you begin to ramble on, perking up at the idea of katsuki helping with the rest of your routine.“well… i’ve done my lashes, my eyes, my base and blush… i can do lips in the car. aside from putting on earrings and fixing my hair all i need is to set my face with—“

“settin’ powder,” bakugou grabs the little pot from your vanity as if he knew where it was all along, picking up a little face cushion as well as he prepares to get to work. “got it.” he dips the cushion into the translucent powder, rubbing the excess off on the back of his hand before leaning in real close to dab at the areas he thinks you need it. like your t-zone.

your boyfriend’s touch is like magic on your face, perfectly setting your makeup while making you feel like a pampered princess. “who taught you how to do this?” comes your shy mumble, his proximity to your face causing you to grow flustered and squirm in your seat. “h-how are you so good at it?”

“keep still, i’ll be finished faster if y’stop squirmin’ sweetheart. don’t wanna mess up what you’ve done already,” pausing his actions, katsuki gives you a toothy smirk — revelling in how bashful you’ve become under his touch while he helps you with your makeup. “…grew up behind the scenes of fashion shows ‘n shoots. so i picked up a thing or two i wanted to make sure i could still do it so i watched a couple of videos on it too. ‘n i noticed…you always put so much time ‘n effort into your makeup. wanted to help make the process easier for you.”

you feel as though you could melt at katsuki’s kind words and gesture as he dabs at your face a little more — tongue caught between the tips of his pearly white teeth as he sticks it out in concentration. he’s so cute it makes you want to scream. “you’re sweet,” you coo appreciatively, stilling yourself to let him finish before he pulls back — satisfied with his work. “i love you.”

it’s not the first time you’ve said it to one another, but the three words are still new to the both of you. “i uh…i love you more,” a pink, rosey hue rises on the surface of bakugou’s tanned skin and his red, loving eyes dart away from your face bashfully. “‘m gonna get your shoes ‘n jacket ready by the door while that sits. don’t forget your settin’ spray after you brush that shit off — oh ‘n don’t take my hoodie off until you’ve done that. don’t wanna ruin your dress, kay?”

“okay,” you respond fondly, hiding your smile at his very specific instructions. “i’ll be down in a minute.”

katsuki nods hesitantly, standing up as he gathers your belongings and outerwear — ready to load them up in the car, when he suddenly pauses in place. “you look beautiful tonight, sweetness. you always do.” he adds as one last parting message, before disappearing down the hall.

leaving you wondering how you ever lucked out with such a man. one who’s not only kind and gentle and loving, but a pro hero and a makeup artist at that.

#tteokdoroki #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagines #bnha x reader #bnha fluff #bnha imagines #mha x reader #mha fluff #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou smut #✧ ₊˚੭ — writing

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deminetly · 3 months ago

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𓏵 YOUTUBE VIDEO IDEAS

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┆ FASHION RELATED

thrift flipping random items my friend chose me

styling clothes I no longer like

closet cleanout

personalising something (your purse, bike, car, etc)

recreating pinterest outfits

how to find your style/finding my style

clothes Id buy if l was rich

current favourite fashion trends

wearing clothes wrong (scarf as shirt for example

recreating met gala outfits

letting my followers/friends style me

styling my followers

my favourite clothing items

how to spice up a boring outfit

making outfits based on random theme suggestions

upcycling my old clothes

jewellery collection

thrift haul + try on + styling

predicting fashion trends

how to dress more whimsical

weird fashion trends that actually existed

the science hehind why certain colors look good on you (explaining undertones, color theory and how to find your best shades)

only wearing old trends

my favourite trends

letting strangers pick my outfits from a thrift store

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┆ ART RELATED

guessing the prices of modern art

playing roblox speed draw until I win

drawing in weird conditions (in the dark/underwater/with your non doninant hand)

recreating famous paintings

trying out different art styles

guessing/making up the meanings behind famous pieces

turning random scribbles into masterpieces

can I spot the Al generated piece

trying to create a masterpiece with the cheapest materials

attempting to find my art style

drawing the same thing in ten minutes vs an hour

redesigning companies logos

redesigning cartoon characters (in my art style)

drawing how I think book characters/places look

painting scnenes from my dreams while telling you about them

making a piece of art only using materials from nature

turning my followers’ pinterest boards into characters/stories/pieces of art

reviewing my followers’ art

trying to draw random characters completely from memory

drawing a self portrait from memory

drawing a self portrait in different styles

rating my fanart

doing random art exercises

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┆ …EVERY DAY FOR A WEEK CHALLANGES

trying a new hobby...

getting of my comfort zone (doing something uncomfortable...)

going on side quests alone...

trying out new styles...

dressing like 90s movie characters...

doing something nice...

watching a different movie...

letting followers/friends control my life...

listening to a new genre of music...

turning into my favourite characters...

letting my followers/friends style me…

interviewing strangers about their weirdest dream (or any other topic)…

testing out a new morning/night/writing/etc routine…

only wearing old trends…

reading/writing a short story…

watching a horror film…

helping out a stranger…

doing 3 crafts a day…

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┆ JUST VIBES / RANDOM

trinket collection/favourite trinkets

trinket hunting at the thrift store

whats in my bag

whats in my junk drawer

movie/book/music recs

character customizing (dyeng hair, getting nails done, etc)

reading my old journals

redesigning famous album covers/movie posters

going randonauticaing

turning into my favourite character for a day (dressing and acting like your favourite character)

rating media Ive consumed lately (movies, books)

room/car tour

being productive for a week

reading my followers confessions

doing public dares (with your friend/alone with dares that your followers submitted)

my wishlist

things I want in my future home/things I love in houses

my (month) favourites

weird facebook marketplace finds (+buying them?)

decorating my purse

hobby ideas

weird girl hobby ideas

trying new hairstyles and makeup looks

reading reddit confessions/AITA stories

career ideas if you like…

24h without my phone

replacing my screentime with isolation

putting the same writing prompt in story writing generators and ranking them

opening mystery jewellery bags

short film / short film ideas

stop motion film

the history of literally anything (journaling for example)

what Id buy if I was rich / wishlist

how to take good pictures / picture and pose ideas for photoshoots

rating my old pinterest boards and playlists

playing cozy games

making my room more whimsical / how to make your room more whimsical

attempting to follow a reciepe in another language

random dreams Ive had (+why you think you had them, their meaning, did it predict something?)

guessing how magic tricks work + learning them

revisiting childhood (trying your old hobbies, watching old favourite movies, etc)

trying to write a poem with random words that a random word generator gives me

interviewing strangers about their weirdest dream (or any other topic)

creating my own religion

creating my own holiday and celebrating it

reacting to beauty standars from different countries (and trying to look like that)

trying to do my followers homework

analysing a movie/book

asmr

how to add whimsy into your life

what your … says about you

answering strange questions

journaling prompts/questions for deep thinkers

my thoughts on …

creating a soundtrack for my life

reacting to embarrasing stories

reacting to mandala effects

taking uquizzes

asking strangers “whats the most interesting thing about you?”

letting a yes or no wheel decide my fate for a day

going out and collecting things for my junk journal

inventing my own country and language

letting strangers write a story sentence by sentence

testing creativity techniques for a day

designing my dream life

conspiracy theories that I believe in

reacting to random conspiracy theories

romanticising life

choosing 5 things from all of the bucketlists ive ever made and completeing them

taking random personality tests

journal tour

yapping about (specific topic) while coloring/drawing

trying to be more creative

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┆ RATING MY FOLLOWERS…

…letterboxd top 4

…style

…music taste

…instagram profiles

…rooms

…pictures as kids

…dreams

…deepest secrets

…crushes

…wishlists

…favourite (movies, songs,etc)

…journals

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gay-dorito-dust · 3 months ago

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Recently got into DMC and have been enjoying your headcanons so much. May I request headcanons for Dante and Vergil with a s/o who enjoys reading nearly as much as Vergil does?

Dante

never been a reader, unless you count magazines but i wouldn't put it past him to have a handful of books himself that he can actually get through and enjoy.

he's more fond of books that contain alot of actions more then anything, but besides that he doesn't read nearly as much as you or his brother did.

both you and his brother could read like there was nothing better to do, spending hours sitting down and reading a lengthy book, whereas dante could proably get into a couple of chapters before his need to move and do something else takes over.

yet if there's one thing that could get him to relax for long periods of time was listening to you talk about your readings, loving how excited you get with each and every chapter, even holding and comforting you when you hit emotionally destroying aspects of the book where certain characters meet unfotunate ends.

he just loves seeing you read as it feels as though he was reading along side you.

he loves the way your face reflected how you were feeling during certain aspects of the story, finding it cute when you mouthed the story to yourself to make sure you didn't miss an ounce of detail in case it'll come back futher down the line.

however he will become a pouty boy if you give your books more attention then him, seriously he'll get all huffy and act like your neglecting him if he sees that you were lost within your readings.

'just one more chapter dante.' you tell him, only for him to rest his head on your shoulder and groan.

'you said that five chapters ago. Pay attention to me.’

Needles to say you had to make yourself a schedule between times spent reading and time spent with a mopey half demon that demanded cuddles and kisses as compensation.

Dante would ask people who were well versed in books, even his own brother, when he wanted to get you something after seeing that you’ve pretty much read and re-read every book within your possession multiple times over.

He wanted you to start something new even though you had no issue re-reading some of your favourites that have become comfort stories to you at this point that it felt like you were being welcomed home in another universe in a way.

Yet the look upon your face when he does get you a new set of books was enough to make him mimic your wide smile as you threw yourself at him, clinging to him tightly as you gush over the new additions to your already overflowing collection, kissing his cheek in multiple thanks.

You felt loved knowing that Dante went out of his way to find you something you haven’t read yet, it was more precious to you than being given jewellery or any expensive gift. It held more meaning to you in ways most wouldn’t grasp.

But do expect Dante to drag you outside for some fresh air now and then, you tend to get lost in your books that Dante drags you out of the room and out the house, claims your both going on a walk together with your fingers tightly interlocked together.

Vergil

he's naturally founder towards people who appreciate reading books and or has a fondess for poetry as him.

it makes things a little easier for him to make conversation and to understand the inner workings of your mind.

would you have met at a bookstore? reaching for the same book in every cliche meet cute? yes because i too am that cliche and Vergil will take note of your taste in literature from the books within your hands and makes an hum of apporval.

Edgar Allen Poe, george Orwell, Mary shelley, bram stroker, Harper Lee, emily bronte, Jane Austein, R F Kuang (i love adding her, sue me) Kurt Vonegut amongst many, many more.

finally someone who wasn't always preocupied by their phone, dwlindiling their attention span to pathetic lows that even a goldfish would outsmart them with embrassing ease. (he can't use one for shit, nor does he want to)

so to find that you had affilation to spending most of your days within your home, busy reading books and delving into stories as your face gave away your feelings towards the plot lines and character development.

meanwhile the only reactions you get out of him when he's reading is hums and furrowed brows and subconciously mouthing the poem to himself a though he was reciting it to memory for future reference.

other then that he's mainly deadpan in his expression, having acustomed himself with not ever revealing how he truly felt towards anything.

but he's not against sharing his thoughts and opinions on the written arts with you as it only provides even further insight even if you two had completely differnt viewpoints in a characters choice or the overall message of the story being told.

it becomes a tradition for you both to stay inside within his makeshift study and just read in silence, sure it might seem boring to some, but to you and Vergil you wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

it was nice for Vergil to share his love of reading with someone else, it brought a sense of comrodery, a sense that someone could understand him by the things he reads and he could understand you by the things you read.

You even compare notes if you were reading the same book, which is fun for the both of you, like a pair of absolute nerds. (Affectionate) you’d even look for books that the other might find interesting, which is sweet knowing that Vergil was actively looking for something to read for one extra person now instead of his lonesome self.

The Liberian/ bookstore owner would be excited that he has someone to share his passion of reading with, they’ve been waiting for this moment forever then minute this solemn looking man in blue walked through the door like an omen of death.

He’s flustered when confronted about it and a little defensive but deep down he’s happy too that he found someone alike him. He truly is sappy, but it’s in moments like these where his mind is elsewhere (you) from the his usual thoughts, it lifts a weight off of his chest in knowing he’s no longer alone.

Not anymore. (I need to give this man a fucking hug for fuck sake)

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bbyblumarine · 4 months ago

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My Saviour

Clark Kent x Reader

Summary:

You’re Superman’s favourite person to save, and he can’t seem to understand why that pisses you off so much.

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: I’ve never worked in a jewellery store, so please suspend reality if you dare.

Thank you enormously for any likes, reblogs or follows! Your kindness continuously motivates me to carry on writing :)

You’d been stifling the same yawn for over an hour now; the ache in your jaw was persistent, begging you for permission to escape your mouth and accept defeat. You were a stubborn devil, you knew as soon as you freed the yawn from its shackles, your legs would cave in and you’d find yourself as a puddle of sleep deprived bones on the floor.

Today you were working through a long haul shift at your job at the jewellery store, covering for your colleague who had very conveniently come down with the flu (it was a Saturday morning, do the math).

You didn’t mind it so much— the reserved nature of the job granted you space to wander in your own thoughts, and involve yourself with short and direct conversations with the clientele. It was a surprisingly quiet day, nearing the evening time where everyone would rather be out on the booze than collecting expensive necklaces for their wives. No bother, you’d been abusing the clock with your eyes all day and for good reason, as there was only a mere 30 minutes left to your shift.

You began tidying up, running through closing jobs to save you more time for later, where you had devised a plan to run a relaxing bath, dip your toes in it, and inevitably neglect it by flopping on the sofa for a nap. Some peace and quiet would be charming: these past few weeks had been pure chaos, with the rate of crime ascending quite dramatically for no reason at all. Not to worry, the people of Metropolis would cry, their saviour Superman will be there to save them. You fight a stubborn eye roll everytime you hear his name in passing: oh Superman, he saved me from a burning building; why Superman, if it weren’t for him I’d be left with a penny to my name after the robbery; Superman, Superman, Superman. Like the cynical old hag you were, your opinion was that he was some egotistical fucker with a saviour complex, one that you unfortunately knew too well.

Somehow, as a result of your own terrible bad luck, you often seemed to find yourself caught in the crossfire between villain and hero no matter how hard you tried to evade it. Like a moth to a flame, what your family keeps telling you.

This meant that, almost weekly now, you’d come face to face with the infamous Mr Superman, the man adored by thousands. Your mother swooned when she saw one of your stories on the news, begging you to tell her every detail moment by moment. Bless her, she was crest fallen when all you had to come out your mouth was a series of vulgar expletives. No one understood why you resented this man so terribly, incomprehensible to speak ill of a hero so kind to save you not once, not twice, but enough times for him to now remember your name with ease. Man, screw that guy.

And so there you were, dusting down the shelves, when the bell chimed at the entrance. Curious, you whipped around; it was pretty unusual for customers to leave it so late, especially on a quiet day like today.

Your heart grew cold in an instant, when a gun was thrust towards your skull by a masked man in a balaclava. How cliché.

“You push that panic alarm, and you won’t have time to understand that your brain is gonna be on those walls,” he proclaimed calmly, nodding to the wall by your side. You had no reason to call his bluff, his hand was cocked on the gun unwavering in a way only a man skilled with the weapon could master. Despite this, your body started to burn with rage, incensed at a man gaining the upper hand on you like this - and only with half an hour to go!

You nodded your head meekly, pushing down your deep seated anger. There’s no way you were getting out of this. The streets were rife with people, with similar crimes like this robbery occuring all over the city. It couldn’t be possible for someone to save y—

“I suggest you put the weapon down, sir,” a deep and assertive voice chimed in, immediately dominating the tense atmosphere. The words were a command, but the tone, his register— it was advice.

Listen, you knew you should’ve been happy right now. This masked man would’ve stolen from here, and you’d risk getting fired, and then you’d have to move out because you couldn’t afford rent, et cetera. Your life was being saved right now.

But instead, you let out the most exasperated sigh, loud enough for the intruder to cock his head to the side in confusion. The poor sod probably didn’t know whether to be more unnerved by the caped hero behind him, or you.

The robber dropped his gun. Everyone in the city knew it was a losing battle as soon as they recognised the man behind the voice.

Moving to the side of the cowering man, Superman glanced at you quickly before returning to his observation of the man. To the human eye it would seem like a quick glimpse, but you’d spent enough dismal time around him to recognise that in that brief second, he’s likely checking your vitals, scanning your body for any signs of damage. The guy probably already knows before you do when your period is due. It’s insufferable.

A dizzy flash of red and blue bounced off the window, informing you of the quick arrival of police. It always did puzzle you how he’d manage to beckon the police so fast after the crime would occur. Clearly everyone was eager to please him once hooked on his words of persuasion.

Superman scruffed the intruder by his collar and dragged him to the door like he was a box of tissues, leaving you stood rooted to the ground. All you wanted to do was go home right now. You had already been physically worn out, now the mental stress of this encounter was melting your brain to mush. You might need to skip out on that bath later after all.

Walking back in, Superman afforded you the privilege of truly meeting your eyes with his own. Waiting, like a shark, or maybe like an eager to please puppy of sorts, though you were convinced on the former. The shouting of officers, the flashings of the lights, there was all so much happening at once. Superman was unperturbed, as always. He subtly shifted his body weight to the side, shielding you from the impeding glare of police lights blinding your eyes. It was stuff like that that would truly grind your gears, him somehow paying attention to the small tells of your body when you were feeling whatever emotion, and then jumping on any opportunity to protect you from it.

You opened your mouth, pausing, but knowing the words were begging to come out.

“I didn’t need you to come,” was all you had to say, chin high in the air, a heavy contradiction to your fast heartbeat.

His eyes flitted to the side briefly, before returning to yours like they never left.

“Actually, I’ve never once needed you here,” you blurted out triumphantly, a stream of your subconscious erupting out of nowhere. “I’ve never once needed you. Frankly, I’m sick of you turning up with this notion that I now owe you something each time. I don’t owe you jack! In fact, I think it’s pretty presumptuous for you to think that I can’t take care of myself in these situations. I’m self sufficient, I’m not some damsel. I don’t even know you! You don’t even know me…” you rattled on, losing any sense of cohesion as you rambled further and further.

The worst part is every time you’d throw your tantrum - which is every time - he would never once give in. He would stand still, face impassive, as if he was actually taking on all the petty things you throw at him. Why is it that it would infuriate you even more?

Silence eventually settled between the two of you, your breath ragged after your outburst.

Finally, his chin fell to the ground as he let go of a small sigh. Lifting his head once more, he allowed the small pull of the corners of his lips to form a shy smile.

“I’ll see you next time,” was all he said, before turning swiftly and disappearing before you had a chance to blink. You could almost taste his muted victory.

You fucking hate that you loved this man.

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #henry cavill x reader #superman #superman x reader #clark kent x you #henry cavill #dc imagine

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drydenjewelry · 1 year ago

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srlgemstone · 8 months ago

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Colla Wood - Petrified Wood

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honeybrucie · 20 days ago

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Possessive!Bruce headcanons

I'm very nervous to post this as it's a little different from my usual work! I tried my very best to write this as it was my first ever request for Bruce and had been voted over 50 times by you lovely lot! I really hope I have done this justice, it's still very sweet because I just love sweet things!!

Bruce is the type of man to have his hands all over you, certainly in private but definitely in public. He wants every eye looking in your direction to immediately link the two of you together. To know that the two of you are connected physically, and in every other way.

Often at the galas you both attend, his hand will rest at the small of your back as you both effortlessly glide past your guests, pausing briefly to smile or offer a kind or complimentary word. (You were too sweet for a man like him, he thinks, but he will always aim to be a better man for you and follow suit.)

Speaking of!!!! The compliments this man gives you in front of others not only makes you blush, but is a double edged sword for anyone who had even a millisecond of thought about you or your relationship.

"isn't my girl so beautiful" aka she's the most beautiful and she's mine

"I couldn't host any of this without her" aka we are never parting even for a moment

"we're just as surprised as you are that we managed to have the manor prepared for you all arriving....we are incredibly busy" aka you two fucked all day because it was duty to keep you happy while you were simply begging for him...

and believe me...the subtext is obvious to everyone close enough to hear him

whew

but yes at galas he has you right by his side, keeping close to you, and if he's not holding the small of your back then he will definitely be holding your hand

not in a clingy way but in a "she's mine and she's staying with me while I talk funds and management strategies." you don't mind leaning into his broad stature, squeezing your hand when you want his attention, which he readily gives

there are many times where you miss an event because he was just too wrapped up in you to care about actually leaving the manor

"baby, you look too good I don't want anyone else to see you...this can be just for me"

"bruce...I spent so long getting ready...I was looking forward to trying that place's oysters"

the Michelin star resort delivers the oysters to the manor door for Alfred to receive, right as bruce has you on your second orgasm that night

at high end restaurants, or the days you manage to convince your upper-class husband to visit your favourite local cafe, he always requests a booth so you can sit together.

he's not sitting across a table from you when he could be right there with a strong arm around your waist and a hand on your thigh as the waitstaff take your orders, hopefully being paid well enough for their efforts to ignore the intimacy of your embrace

Bruce just can't help the fact that he'd delivered quite an exquisite dress to you earlier that day, so his presence by your side ensured that anyone who dared to look, would have to deal with him first.

the dress - and you - were for his eyes only

once, Bruce had snapped both of your orders at a poor young boy who's gaze had merely blinked down to your cleavage, before growling a request for another waiter "with manners"

"Bruce, he's only young...besides...the dress doesn't leave much-"

a squeeze to your thigh lets you know, even without words, that he was deadly serious about his claim on you

"no one looks at what is mine" he had gritted out

the jewellery also marks his possessive nature!!! You hadn't had much of a collection before meeting Bruce, and now he could use his wealth to decorate you in pretty jewels and precious metals that people would instantly associate with his status and class

the first he gifts you is a bracelet with "mine" engraved on the inside. once he clips it onto you, you never take it off, matching it with every outfit for every occasion. for you it's far more sentimental, and you enjoy being his.

you don't mind his little possessive streak. you feel so safe knowing how invested he is in you, how serious he is about his commitment to you.

the second item of jewellery he buys for you is a pair of earrings, worn only to grand events, with sparkling diamonds that glint beautifully with each and every dress you own

he loves hearing you be complimented on your jewellery "oh thank you, Bruce got me them. doesn't he have wonderful taste?"

oh yes, he thinks, he does.

you adore the necklace he gifted you for Christmas one year, and make it a habit to wear every day. A small, dainty, shining letter 'B' hanging from a delicate chain. Initially, Bruce had suggested it stood for you being his baby, one of his favourite nicknames for you. but you knew better. B stood for Bruce, and it meant you belonged to him

one of your most precious - if not the most special - pieces he gifted you was your engagement ring

you dread to even think of a number that comes close to its value, but when he dropped on one knee, Bruce Wayne knew that a giant diamond was the best way for people to know you were his

in every picture since your engagement, he loves to find and look at your hand which unmistakably carries the precious stone. through photographic evidence, you were his.

when you married, and had been spotted at further events, it was unmistakable that you were a Wayne due to the pearls hanging gracefully around your neck

Martha's pearls

Bruce could only part them from the other family heirlooms once you'd signed on the dotted line to be his forever, and now a Wayne in name, he couldn't think of a better way to show the world that you were his

Bruce feels much more possessive of you when you are crowded. even by one person. he doesn't want you to ever feel uncomfortable.

when you visit his offices, he meets you right away so that no one else has the chance to steal you away or talk to you. you are his and you belong to him only. you never mind, you always laugh at his intensity

"honey, who else would I be here to see?"

one time Bruce did NOT make it to you first, as you'd decided to visit his office as a surprise

one of the men from sales or some other irrelevant department - in bruce's words - had seen you standing at the mid-floor elevator, dressed in your favourite sundress and a light shawl. despite your rings, which he either hadn't spotted or plainly ignored, he had started a line of conversation about how a "pretty thing like you" seemed lost in such a place as Wayne Tower.

"Maybe I could give you a tour, and afterwards we could grab a drink?"

You had tried, politely, to decline. For more than the obvious reasons, you knew the second Bruce caught wind, this man would be made jobless, homeless, or even headless depending on his mood.

"C'mon sweets, don't be shy. I'll even tell ya a couple secrets about the big boss here. That guy's a wack job"

enter Bruce, via elevator

he sees you first, as always, and then the man who is practically breathing the same pocket of air as you

his inital response is to punch he guy's lights out

but he's not Batman here. he's Bruce Wayne. Owner of Wayne enterprises, the Prince of Gotham, and first and foremost, your husband.

you smile, relieved, as you catch Bruce's eye as he strides over to you with an sly air of confidence and a stern expression

"who's your new friend, baby?"

he wraps an arm around your waist, holding you tightly into his side as you lean up to kiss the space between his cheek and jawline

Safe to say the stuttering, bumbling fool who had approached you, never set foot back in the tower

during sex, Bruce growls your name, claiming you as his, pumping into you while he reminds you; "all mine, you hear me? who do you belong to huh? who owns you? who gives you everything you deserve and more huh? that's right baby, say my name"

"bruce....fuck...i'm all yours"

that's gets him cumming every time

whenever you wear his clothes, his brain shuts down entirely, except that primal part that wants you right on his lap so he can admire you inside and out

the morning you put his shirt on for breakfast, you ended up not leaving the bedroom for 3 full days

not even Alfred deserved to see you wearing that

your pregnancy was not planned, but also not unplanned

you loved the idea of a family, a baby that looked like your husband who you could love and raise together

Bruce loved the idea that with a swollen belly, everyone would know you were his

However, Bruce was so possessive of you and your growing baby, that he'd convinced you that it would be better off to spend your pregnancy in peace

you were a goddess carrying his baby, and no one else deserved the privilege of seeing that

Bruce owns a film camera and snaps hundreds, if not thousands, of pictures to look at and admire. you take plenty of him, especially adoring the ones where his hand rests on your belly

which, let's face it, is 90% of the time

one afternoon you feel the baby kick, but bruce is in the garage setting up a car seat in each of the cars, so the only person to hear your squeals is Alfred

he rushes to the library in the north wing, where you feel most comfortable

"Mrs Wayne? Are you-"

"Alfred, it's the baby, they're kicking! feel!" you all but place his hand to the side of your belly

sure enough, Alfred feels it, before removing his hand and clearing his throat

"i shall fetch Mr Wayne at once, he will be so thrilled"

Bruce is in the library within the minute, heart racing from the excitement he feels at the opportunity to feel his baby move within you

"B, come here...feel!" you pull his large palm to your belly, and again, within a moment, a gentle kick presses against the spot of skin he has engulfed with his hand

he's about to comment when you softly whisper "they did it there for Alfred too"

Bruce blinked, moving his head away from your belly to now take a better look at you

"wh- Alfred? He felt...my child..." his brows furrow in annoyance

Safe to say, Bruce had to give himself a reality check when he feels possessive about his family over his own butler doing his job by being there for you.

"He helped me, honey. He's family too. Please don't be mad at him" you had pouted

Alfred just chuckles it off as he leaves you both in peace "Mr Bruce has always been one to keep what’s his just for him, Mrs Wayne. You and your child included."

Bruce insists on private healthcare, only the very best and most professional to keep his family safe

“Well they’ll be born in the manor, not...Gotham general” he would spit out

he watches the doctor and midwife like a hawk, frowning as you winced at the cold gel smoothed over your stomach

"Should she be shivering?" he'd asked, pointedly

"Brucie...hey, relax...they're just doing their job."

safe to say, he has a million (actually 76) questions for the doctor.

When they manage to get Bruce away from you for all of 4 minutes, they do a welfare check to ensure of your own health

"It's good to have a strong support network, especially due to the private nature of your pregnancy. Has your husband been involved? He's not worrying you, distancing himself at all?"

You could only laugh

“He’s been….clingy. A little….over-possessive…but in a sweet way. He’s so good to me, to us. We're all doing so well.”

Bruce Wayne would die for you, but in the meantime he would have you all to himself, and he would make sure that the world would comply

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rannie-moon · 3 months ago

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ik coachella literally js happend but i want to know how you imagine heran there. i think everyone would fall in love with her 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

synopsis: coachella day 1 and just heran having everyone in a chokehold (let's all act surprised)

masterlist | wattpad

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ RESPECTFULLY we will start with her outfit 😫 the group was decked out in the special prada cowboy collection and stuff, so naturally she was in denim as well. straight-legged jeans and just the right amount of baggy, a brown prada corset with these gems running down the center, her hair was in light waves like yessss the hairography!! and to make it even better? MY GIRL WAS WEARING HOOP EARINGS!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she was OBSESSED with the setlist and genuinely would not stop glazing it, and as she should!!!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she looked SCRUMPTIOUS! abs and toned ahh arms on full display with her jewellery 😫😫 stopppppp it's too muchhh

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ now when the intro hit?? YOU BEST BELIEVE THAT THE CROWD WAS GOING BALLISTIC

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ like starting off with blockbuster?? YUH YUH YUH ALL THE RIGHT CHOICES!! HERAN'S FIRST LINE WAS THE PRE CHORUS AND THE CROWD WAS LOSING THEIR SHIT

💬 : there's a girl?? why is there a girl in a boygroup??

💬 : I'm so sorry this was like watching britney spears collab with nsync or some shit I loved it!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her and heeseung were on one. their hair colours made it so easy for people to identify them and that was the whole damn point

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ next was blessed-cursed and you know they always go extra hard for it. LIVE VOCALS WERE CRISP!!! AND HERAN'S ADLIBS?? DON'T EVEN

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It was honestly such a good song to hype up the crowd, and not to mention how they went viral because they were singing live??? BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT THEY DO!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ oh they screamed all right! the engenes in the crowed? nah they were seeing some premium content

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the group wanted to introduce their songs in a little quirky way but heran got carried away for future perfect... AND IT WAS FUCKING INSANE!!

"coachella! If you hate that fucking line then let me hear you scream!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the members were howling when she said that, bruh jake looked at her and dapped her up because that was probably the coolest thing he's ever heard in his life

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the locals were confused, they were screaming too but they had no idea why 😭😭 like what line?? why did they hate the line??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ for the first verse of the song they got a moment to breathe and the dancers got to do their thing, but when it came to the second verse and they had to step down from the stands? WHEN JUNGWON'S SHIRT SLIPPED OFF HIS SHOULDER BECAUSE OF THE WIND??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ Insert that one tweet that said heran was gonna start going feral if the stylists put him in a wife beater 💀 bless her, she malfunctioned for a spilt second because that mf was GLOWING

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you could literally see her mouth "what the fuck" to herself 💀

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ to say that she wasn't borderline scared of heeseung this entire set would be a lie. like she was going off too but he was FEELING himself and she just knew that her timeline was gonna be "that one red-head from coachella"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ after future perfect they got a proper moment to introduce themselves to the crowd. and heran has really good stamina but she was soooooo out of breath

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It was her turn to speak and she literally doubled over, hand on her hip like she just ran a whole triathlon 😭

she pulled herself together, giggling into the mic, voice all airy and cute, “I’m so sorry,” she laughed. “before we came on stage I had to sprint across the entire desert. I was watching charli's set.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran shook her head, wiping sweat off her temple with a little pinky up like a lady, and added, “I nearly lost my shit when she brought billie out. I was getting ready to ditch ya'll to stay and watch the rest.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THE. SCREAMING.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ meanwhile jake was crying laughing behind her and handed her his water bottle like “girl please.” sunoo was literally fanning her with his hand and jay was just mouthing “SHE’S INSANE.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ after heran’s crowd-obliterating charli x billie chaos and a water bottle exchange that basically counted as the group’s hydration PSA, she shuffled off to the side as the next member started talking. she ended up beside ni-ki, who was very clearly trying to act chill

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she was just staring at him, and he looked at her like wtf is this chick doing?

"your collar." ni-ki put his hand on is jacket collar, flipped up like he'd just barely survived a tornado. "dude, I can fix it myself," he said and pulled away when she reached out. heran was not impressed, gave him that look of utter disrespect and scoffed. "no you don't. you never do," she said, reaching out for the collar like a man on a mission.

"I said I got it—!" "hold still—!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ what began as a simple collar adjustment immediately turned into a full-on slap-fight of chaos. he swatted her hand, she batted his shoulder, he ducked, she fake-kicked his shin. ni-ki tried to back away but she followed him like a gremlin with a vendetta

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and the engenes?? THE ENGENES WERE LOSING IT. screams from the barricade. tweets being fired off at rapid speed. fancams uploading mid-fight.

💬 : riki and heran fighting in the middle of their coachella performance. I love my family dawg 😭 💬 : reminds of the time when jake and heran were throwing punches at each other on stage during the aaa's way back in 2021. some things just never change smh

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ next we had paradoxx invasion yesssirrr!! It's one of her favourite songs to perform because kjdnffkn BRUH AND SHE JUST LOVES HOW HARD JAY GOES DURING IT

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ It just has "main dancer" energy written all over it, and NATURALLY as one of the main dancer's she's gonna go all in! one of the best tweets about the performance: "why was the girl thrusting like her dick is bigger than mine? I'm a guy..."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚NI-KI DANCE BREAK! NI-KI DANCE BREAK! we all shout in unison

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the transition to paranormal love was seamless. just another reason for heran to run around the stage tbh

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ during the tail end of paranormal love, she was sprinting across the stage, hair flowing, mic in hand, when she saw them—her brother and his girlfriend right by the barricade. and bro. she skkkkrrrrtd to a halt like someone pressed pause on her mid-chorus.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nari was screaming so hard, smiling and waving back, "YOU LOOK GORGOEOUS!!" bruh and hyunmin was looking at her with his hand covering his mouth, his whole group of friends in utter shock

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ bro won "younger sister of the century" in 5 different languages

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ one of the most viral moments of the whole set tbh. everyone fell in love with how down-to-earth and chaotic she was—even mid-coachella

. 𐙚 ˚ next was XO, and the only logical way to introduce the song in heran’s mind? LET THE BAND RIDE OUT THAT SEXY ASS INTRO… and then drop the mic (figuratively) with:

"who wants a kiss?"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THE AUDACITY. THE CROWD. LOST. ITS. MIND.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ someone in the pit actually screamed, “ME!!!” so loud it picked up on the stage mics 💀💀

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran just grinned, head tilted like the brat she is, and laughed into the mic.

"hmm, that was definitely a yes."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ cut to sunoo dramatically clutching his chest in the background like she’d just shot an arrow through it 💘

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the band kept playing, the bass was THUMPING, and the lights went all red and hazy—the vibe was CRAZY. she took center stage, flipping her hair with the kind of confidence that makes people rethink their sexuality smh

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ cut to the part were the band paused and as part of the choreography they did that slowmo fall thing on the beat drop!! RAHHHHH SEXYYYYY

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ another moment that made rounds was the last chorus and miss girl was out here putting LIPSTICK ON!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she pulls the compact mirror out of her back pocket, flipping it open with a little snap that somehow matches the beat. in her other hand? a crimson lipstick that looks custom-made for trouble.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and she doesn’t rush. oh no. she applies it slowly, deliberately. a swipe to the bottom lip. a press together. a tilt of the head. serving.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and then. she finds the camera.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ it’s one of the dolly cams positioned near the front of the stage, moving just close enough. heran walked forward, locks eyes with it, leans in—

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ —and presses her freshly painted lips to the lens.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the screen behind them goes red for a split second. the kiss mark flashes across it. and the crowd???

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THE CROWD ASCENDED TO ANOTHER PLANE. ENGENES WENT FERAL. LOCALS BECAME STANS IN UNDER 3 SECONDS.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THE SCREAMING. PEOPLE WERE LOSING THEIR SANITY IN REAL TIME. THE CROWD LITERALLY SURGED FORWARD.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and the best part??? THE BOYS WERE EATING IT UP. when she first suggested the idea as a joke they ENCOURAGED her to do it!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ thank you enhypen, we all say in unison

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ so the song fades out with that smooth guitar outro, heran still catching her breath—cheeks way too pink (and not from the heat)

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and she’s standing center stage like: 🤡 because she knows what she just did. the crowd is SCREAMING. the boys are giggling. SHE’S GETTING BULLIED

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ jake sidles up to her like, “yo… so when’s the wedding? you and the camera locked in fr.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ meanwhile, the band’s already starting the transition into no doubt—that grungy bass riff kicking in, tempo building, crowd sensing another HIT incoming

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the entire performance was just her trying recover from that single moment, like she was smiling but you could see her second guessing her entire life

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ she managed to calm down for sweet venom though, she had no choice because she needed to serve vocals NATURALLY

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 10/10 for sunghoon's intro—she catches herself silently fangirling every time because that's just how impactful it is smh

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ talk to me when you have over 12 000 people screaming "I would give up heaven If I had to!" with you the way that heran sunghoon had them 🤷🏼‍♀️

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her and sunghoon shared a glance after—just a tiny moment, both grinning like okay yeah that was kinda insane.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and when it ended, she and sunghoon high-fived like the power duo they are before casually melting back into formation like they didn’t just have the entire crowd in a chokehold

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THEN IT FUCKING HAPPENED!! IT WENT QUIET, THE DANCERS WALKED FORWARD NOBODY KNEW WHAT WAS NEXT AND THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN THAT SEXY MFING BASS STARTS PLAYING AND JAY IS IN THE CENTER

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ DAYDREAM STARTS AND EVERYONE IS LOSING THEIR FUCKING MINDS

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran's hitting those beats like it's her last day alive! AT THIS POINT SHE'S JUST ACTING OUT LIKE SHE'S IN HEAT

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ her and jake's "boom boom bang bang bang BACK IT OUT" are like thisssss 🤞🏼

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ then it was the part we've all been waiting for because heran and jungwon had just been suspiciously calm the entire set so far

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the "bad bad bad bitches don't lie" line was a joke until this performance. because HE DEFINATELY SAID IT THIS TIME

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and how do we know this?? because he was looking at heran and smiling while saying it!

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and heran??? SHE HAD THE NERVE to smile back

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THE CROWD WAS ????????. people were screaming, crying, throwing up—it was like a live reenactment of a fanfiction scene

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ AND HERAN NEVER ADDRESSED IT. like girl just giggled through the rest of the verse and left us hanging??

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ twitter went FERAL:

💬 : jungwon calling heran a bad bitch on stage? revolutionary 💬 : nah that wasn’t a stage moment, that was a moment moment 💬 : bad bitches don’t lie and neither do secret boyfriends i fear 😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ next was the little moonstruck rendition that was HEAVENLY to put it simply

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ that into bite me was the most criminal thing ever... in the best way possible

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and everyone was super sad that they didn't bring out the female dancers but guess what? heran was female YUHHHHHHHH LET'S GET FREAKY

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ giving jungwon the open opportunity to touch her because she's in the center for the partner work? yeah, you're asking for trouble

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ SHE HAD FAMILY IN THE CROWD BRO COME ON

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ like sure she had partner work with jake and heeseung too BUT her and jungwon's was always a little more

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ you could see on his that he was visibly fucking excited. like with jake and heeseung they kept their eyes on the camera during their part her, but won KEPT EYECONTACT at all times

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and it catches her off guard every. single. time.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and part where the boys are supposed to put their fingers underneath their dancers chins to add to the tension feels 10000 times stronger with hewon

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the sun was down, the music is booming in their ears, their hearts are pounding because of the adrenaline and that moment is the perfect down to earth moment

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran's smiling at him. time just slows down. his gaze flickers to her lips for a millisecond. what the fuck

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and jungwon??? JUNGWON LOOKED LIKE HE WAS HAVING A REVELATION. like he just realised something standing there under the coachella lights, with 12k people screaming, hand under the jaw of the girl he can't believe breathes the same air as him

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunoo said later in their weverse live that the energy between them made him nervous and he wasn’t even in the moment 😭

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ hyunmin's standing in the crowd, his hands on his head in utter distraught, frozen in place as his watching his sister try and stop herself from kissing one of her members on stage

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ nari was screaming beside him. "why don't you look at me like that anymore?!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ “not now, nari,” he whispered, eyes still glued to the stage in betrayal.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ “no, because how is he allowed to gaze into her soul like that in front of 12,000 people and a camera crew???”

“HE HAD HIS FINGER UNDER HER CHIN, HYUNMIN.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ meanwhile, on stage, heran’s trying to keep it pushing like her brother isn’t having a full mental breakdown by the barricade 💀

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the worst part? she knows he saw. she knows it. because hyunmin is frozen like a statue and all she can do is mouth a sheepish “sorry”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the fans caught everything. and the fancams? already at 1.2M views titled “JUNGWON & HERAN COACHELLA STAGE: THE EYE CONTACT. THE FINGER. THE LIP GLANCE.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ drunk-dazed. that was heran's "oh my god this is really happening" moment.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ 4 years gone in the blink of an eye. she remembered their first win like it was yesterday, the confetti, the overwhelming emotions and her members telling her to take credit for it because she worked on the song

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ that song held everything. the early days. the growing pains. the sacrifices. the tears in the practice room. the constant battle to prove herself. heran’s chest physically ached from how full it felt

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and now there she was—performing that same song that kick-started their career, at coachella. everyone was raving and having fun but she was sightly emotional 🤧

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ even ni-ki looked emotional (which is saying a lot because that man does not do tears) and heran could feel the sadness in her chest mixing with adrenaline

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ BUTTTTTTTT THENNNN—

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ THE BABIES BROUGHT THE HEAT BACK 🔥 GO BIG OR GO HOME WAS THEIR MOTTO AND THEY CHOSE VIOLENCE FOR THEIR CLOSER

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the choreo was sharp, the lights were flashing, the fire effects were POPPING OFF—she hit that center moment like it owed her money

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and the final pose? HERAN. FRONT. AND. CENTER. hair blowing in the wind. her cheeks flushed from the heat under the moonlight. absolutely BEAUTIFUL

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ for a moment, it didn’t even feel real—like time just stopped for her to exist in that exact second

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ camera lights flashing. fans screaming. the booming of fireworks behind her. and heran just stood there, breathless, glowing like she was the finale

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and that's when "the blonde girl with the lipstick" was born 🙏🏼

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ because they were so pressed for time they didn't even get to say goodbye properly and had to leave the second the lights went off

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ the second they cleared the stage, it was chaos in the best way—jake was literally hopping like a kangaroo, yelling “BRO DID YOU SEE US??” while ni-ki was trying to tackle sunghoon to the ground 💀

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ heran had barely made it down the steps before jay grabbed her arm and spun her around like “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!” and she was just nodding with wide eyes and a dazed laugh like “NO BECAUSE… WHAT JUST HAPPENED”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ sunoo jogged over and without saying a word just pulled her into a hug—tight, grounding, real—and the rest of the boys followed like magnets until it was a giant sweaty, glittery, breathless group hug

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ "you guys were absolutely amazing," she said, breathless. "like absolutely unreal."

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ “says YOU,” heeseung added, glancing at heran. “miss front and center, miss kiss-the-camera, miss your-collar-is-ruined-cause-of-ni-ki-fighting-you.”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ staff were rushing around, calling them to change and move to the van, but for a few more seconds they just stood there in their circle, hearts pounding and lungs burning and still holding onto each other like it was the only thing keeping them grounded

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ no speeches. no cameras. just seven boys and a girl who’d poured their souls onto a stage—and survived it.

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ and yeah, they didn’t get to say goodbye properly. the lights went out and they had to run—literally run—off the premises with staff yelling “GO GO GO!”

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ but even as they were leaving, the chanting didn't stop. all the members heard was "ENHYPEN! ENHYPEN! ENHYPEN!"

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ abslutelyfuckinginsane.

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