#babe I admire your resilience

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You know you’re traveling with the deutsche Bahn when even die Frau auf der Umsage tells you even she doesn’t know where the train is stopping

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PICK A CARD: How You Hypnotize

❤︎ "People are afraid, very much afraid of those who know themselves. They have a certain power, a certain aura and a certain magnetism." - Rajneesh

Disclaimer: This is a general reading, take what resonates. This is a gender-neutral reading, change any pronouns to apply to you.

p1 → p2 ↙︎ p3 → p4

✿ Pile One (5oW, Strength, 8oC, Judgement)

Do you have Mula (Sagittarius), Magha (Leo), or Ashwini (Aries) placements? You’re giving off some serious last-one-standing energy. Mula is particularly known for its ability to defy all odds, taking down a “beast” that seems far stronger through wit and quick resolve. It embodies the Belle archetype—well-read, gentle, and kind—able to reign in even the most formidable challenges. This energy suggests a remarkable strength in navigating difficult situations, using intelligence and empathy to emerge victorious.

Life has tried you, pushed you to the brink, and dangled you over a cliff. All while a crowd of people whooped and hollered, rooting for your demise.

But guess what… you’re the one sitting pretty on top of a mountain while everyone else is where?… oh, AT THE BOTTOM OF THE FUCKING CLIFF!

I didn’t plan this reading to be so… boastful? But you deserve to puff your chest out, babe.

You’ve had enemies. Honestly, this isn’t common. When the average person hears about somebody having a lot of “haters” they brush it off and assume that person just has a big head. However, that’s your reality. Your energy triggers people so they consider you a threat to whatever they have going on. For some of you, this could be your own family or closest friends. 

There’s a quiet, obsessive intensity behind your eyes. The fire element is prominent in this reading, indicating a deep, aching desire to consume, burn, and clear everything in your path. While you may feel exhausted from a lifetime of battles, your soul thrives on challenges, igniting a fierce determination within you. This duality fuels your passion, pushing you to confront obstacles head-on, even when the struggle feels overwhelming. Embrace that fire; it’s not just a source of exhaustion, but also a wellspring of resilience and transformation.

🎵YOU KNOW WHEN TO HOLLLDDD ‘EM, KNOWW WHEN TO FOOLLDD ‘EMM, KNOW WHEN TO WALLKKK AWAY, KNOW WHEN TO RUUUUUNNNNNN! 🎵

Your intelligence transcends mere book smarts and common sense, creating an incredibly hypnotic aura around you. Your situational awareness allows you to navigate social dynamics effortlessly, running circles around people, and leaving them tangled in their own webs of thought. You’re scarily smart, a strategic thinker who sees layers others miss. There’s a striking contrast between your physical appearance and the cunning nature beneath the surface; you may look like a doll, seemingly delicate and innocent, but there’s a fierce and dangerous intellect at play. This duality not only captivates those around you but also keeps them guessing about your next move. You also possess incredible endurance—not just in a physical sense, but in your ability to withstand a remarkable amount of bullshit that would have caused most people to tap out long ago.

People look at you and think, “How?” How are you still standing, and how did you manage to come out on top? This aura of resilience draws some people in, compelling them to want to learn your secrets. However, not everyone’s interest is innocent; for some, it morphs into a dark obsession, pushing them to challenge your resolve and see if they can crack your thick skin. This dynamic creates a complex dance around you, where admiration and envy intertwine.

P.S. Even if you’re not Ketu dominant or a Mula native, please watch Claire Nakti’s, The “Final Girl” Astrological placement research video, you will definitely resonate. If you comment, tell them AriJackz from Tumblr sent you!

Okay bye, MUAH 💋

✿ Pile Two (Knight of Pentacles, 2oS, Strength, 7oC (S?), The Star, Judgemental, Short, Melancholic, 4oP)

“HEART BEEN BROKE SO MANY TIIMMESSS

I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVEEE

MAMA SAYS IT’S MY FAULLT, IT’S MY FAULLTTT

I WEAR MY HEART OF MY SLEEEEVVVEEEE!”

It’s not your fault, baby! Bitches are just greedy 🙄

This is straightforward, you’re a star! You have that undeniable je ne sais quoi, ¿Cómo se dice… “Everyone wants to be them” energy. As a multi-faceted individual, you possess countless layers that draw people in. Each aspect of your personality holds a unique appeal, making it so that there’s a piece of you that everyone desires. This captivating nature not only sets you apart but also invites beggars who benefit from being near your energy. 

You’re not consciously aware of this power and that’s what makes it great; it’s not manipulated or curated, you just are. In your younger years, you were like a fairy prancing around with a basket of love, giving away pieces of your heart to anyone who looked your way with sad little-kicked puppy eyes. 

However, the world is full of greedy hands that have no intention of giving as much as they receive. You were born with a heart of gold and encountered these all-consuming energies quite early in life, prompting you to spend your adolescence developing discernment and better judgment to avoid getting burned again. This journey has shaped you into someone who values authenticity and reciprocity, allowing you to navigate relationships with a keen awareness of what truly nurtures your spirit.

Even if you don’t feel you have anything explicitly special about you, everyone else sees that you do! In a world where many feel boring and unoriginal in their own skin, your vibrant energy can be a source of irritation for those who struggle with their own identity. Your unique shine serves as a reminder of what they lack, sparking feelings of envy or frustration.

Although, that doesn't mean they won’t play nice in your face while robbing you blind behind your back. You learned this the hard way. 

“There's an old saying in Tennessee — I know it's in Texas, probably in Tennessee — that says, fool me once, shame on — shame on you. Fool me — you can't get fooled again.” - George W. Bush

YOU DON’T PLAY. You hold your magic close to your chest and are very weary of possible leeches. This guardedness reflects your hard-won wisdom; you know how precious your energy is and are selective about who gets to share in it. THIS IS HYPNOTICCCC.

Your presence is exclusive; not just anyone gets to brush shoulders with you. This rarity makes people eager to be seen as special enough to get close to you. You have options—a variety of choices in friends, partners, lovers—and that selectivity only heightens the allure. People yearn to be among the few you hand-select to join your inner circle, hoping to share in your energy and insights. This creates a magnetic pull, as they aspire to earn a place in your life.

If you didn’t know this, I’m telling you now. Look back on your social interactions and the slick words said to you, probably people accusing you of thinking you’re the shit (you are), and you’ll see just how much of a star you are. 

P.S. Some of you are tiny little spitfires. I don’t think that’s important, but I felt inclined to mention it. If so, that adds to the allure. 5 foot nothing but your attitude is 10 feet tall.

Okay bye, MUAH 💋

✿ Pile Three (Knight of Pentacles, 2oS, Strength, 7oC (S?), The Star, Judgemental, Short, Melancholic, 4oP)

You’re a storm, baby. I know I got some Adra natives in the cleerrb!

A few days ago, my 59-year-old neighbor and I were walking around the park, it was eerily quiet- no children were playing in the field and the trees were the stillest I had ever seen. Breaking the silence, she told me about a belief in ancient Hindu folklore that on days when the sky is framed in dark, dense clouds and the winds are still- not a single gust rustling the trees- the Earth is waiting with weighted breath for the outcome of a long-withstanding battle against good and evil.

She said that when I woke up the next morning, to check the news and see if a famous politician or some powerful person behind the scenes had died- thus being defeated. I checked; a few notable names had passed but the stand-out thing that happened was a vision I saw in a dream where an ex-friend sent me a letter in the mail admitting to some harmful actions I had growing suspicions about. This finally put my mind at ease and reaffirmed my gut intuition. 

I don’t know how to say this without sounding so… metaphorical/poetic, but you’re the person divine consciousness sends to represent the light’s grand victory. You are the embodiment of a prevailing soul. With all ten swords in your back, you’ll get up again and again. 

You’re not sent to the world as the Universe’s sparkling trophy because of luck; no, you’re highly regarded because you walked the same path, you’re no stranger to going to war and coming out with more than a few bumps and scrapes. 

This is not a flashy victory. Not like in the movies where you get ganged up on by bullies, pull out karate moves, whoop some ass, and come out looking like an underdog. This war consists of consecutive, painstaking setbacks and challenges slowly chipping away at your character, leaving behind a shell of a person for you to pick the pieces up and rebuild stronger. It’s a series of quiet battles fought within, where the scars aren’t always visible but the growth is profound. Every moment of doubt, every instance of perseverance, shapes you in ways that aren’t always glamorous but are deeply transformative.

You have scars that manifest as art, each one a mark of survival. Artistic souls look at you and see a single tree still standing after a hellish storm—roots deep in resilience, branches reaching for the light. Each scar is a testament to your journey, a story etched into your skin, reminding the world that even after the fiercest winds, life is reborn with greater tenacity to endure and thrive. 

You carry a thick atmosphere with you, whenever you’re coming the Earth seems to hold its breath to await you. You’re not abrasive or stand-offish, conversely, you’re quite soft, well-balanced, and can even be romantic at times. But that only emphasizes the sharp, heaviness of your presence. 

Yea, we all go through shit but do we all come out the other end with an open heart and willingness to live life optimistically? Fuck no 😭😭.

Somehow... you do and that’s hypnotic as fuck, my love! It’s like, hOW?! Even if people didn’t see the wars you fought, your backbone poses itself like a warrior’s. The way you carry yourself speaks volumes; it imprints on the minds of others far more than words ever could. Your presence is magnetic, a silent testament to your strength and resilience. Talking is just the bare bones of communication; it’s your spirit, your aura, that truly captivates. 

LMAO you’re the type to say less than five words to someone and they’re running back to their friends telling them you’re different from everyone else.

P.S. Your key to bagging anyone you want is your eyes, learn to flirt with your eyes. 

Okay bye, MUAH 💋

✿ Pile Four (The Emperor, Ace of Wands, 3oS, Judgement, The Fool, courageous, Spiritual, Observant, Self-assured, Thirsty, Aimless)

Hmmm, you’re a playboy, stay far away from my easily attached heart, DEMON 🫵.

I’M PLAYING. But for real, you knew the answer to this question before you chose the pile LMFAO.

You’re just plain sexy! That’s it! You’re vivacious and a smooth talker; you like to razzle dazzle your way into people’s minds where your imprint overstays its welcome, making them sick with their lack of permanent access to you.

You’re a social butterfly, flying from person to person, pollinating them with the attention they yearn for, and then flying off to the next adventure, leaving them dizzy with the need to catch and keep you in a cutely decorated mason jar with poked holes up top. Of course, this would kill you, so stay how you are, beautiful!

This might be a bit explicit, but you have a unique way of stirring people’s desires. You don’t need to be overtly sexual; it’s your rare lack of fear of rejection that draws people in. At least, that’s how others see it. In a social world laced with fear, you seem to have an optimistic mentality where, “Every shot you don’t take, you miss.” So you are one of the few humans who aren’t riddled with worries about how you’re perceived and people’s judgments of your character. What is rare is wildly hypnotic.

People thirst over you, like foaming-at-the-mouth rabid dog ARFF ARFF BARK BARK type of thirst… in silence. You are actually way too intimidating to approach. Male or female, socially, people perceive you as high quality and assume you get a lot of attention that the everyday person can not compete with, so they only daydream from afar. 

You’re arm candy. Throughout writing this I pictured famous videos of celebrities like Angelina Jolie, Jhene Aiko, and Chris Evans seducing and unnerving the interviewer through subtle actions. Like the other piles, your aura is the dominant communicator and it doesn’t take much for you to get a mf barking. 

People fear you’ll break their hearts, but funnily enough, you’ve entertained one or two losers in the past and left relationships with a few scars and stories you have to sniffle through to tell. But that’s okay; those experiences teach us how to discern who deserves to be in our lives and who doesn’t. You only let them in because you try not to discriminate, and truly just have a deep passion for connection with anyone and everyone you encounter. Never change, you’re the flame the rest of us moths flock to.

P.S. Discernment and trusting your judgment is a lifelong study; don’t beat yourself if someone who you thought had your best interest at heart, doesn’t in reality. Count that towards your research, dust yourself off, and try again. You’re too brave to let a liar stop your ability to enjoy human company. 

Okay bye, MUAH 💋

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Scales and Arpeggios

pairing | aemond x wife!reader word count | 4.3k words summary | aemond and his wife share tender moments with their children, engaging in music lessons that bring warmth and joy to their family amidst the shadows of the dance of dragons.

note | slight angst, hotd au (greens win), KING AEMOND, toothrotting fluffff, children, no description of reader, fluffy Aemond, soft aemond, pregnant!reader a/n | aristocats inspired (duchess and her kittens), I thought of this this morning. I really needed this fluff after all my negative thoughts and feelings. also don't worry, I have all my requests in the making, and in my draft's - prepare for the angst and feels.

likes, comments and reblogs are much appreciated ✨

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Aemond was tired.

Day upon day, his life was mired in endless council meetings, audiences with quarrelsome lords, and grievances of the peasantry, all in the name of healing a realm ravaged by war.

It had been two years since the Dance of the Dragons had torn through the land, yet the scars remained, as fresh as the charred ruins left in the dragons’ wake.

And here he was, King of the Seven Kingdoms—but at what bitter cost. He had bested Daemon in the fierce clash over the God’s Eye, and his half-sister, the self-styled Queen, had been devoured by her own madness.

She met her end as Sunfyre tore her asunder upon Aegon’s command. Not long after, Aegon himself succumbed to his wounds, leaving the crown a hollow prize.

Aemond had defeated the Blacks. The traitors were vanquished, their cause snuffed out. But his family had been taken in the fires of war. Jaehaerys murdered; young Maelor torn apart; Daeron slain.

Helaena, dear Helaena, had taken her own life. And Aegon—Aegon had burned away with his dragon, his defiance crumbling under the agony of his wounds.

All that remained of his bloodline were fleeting shadows of memory and ashes of kin. Only his wife, the woman bound to him since he was but fourteen, remained steadfast.

Through the dark days of the war, you had been his only constant, his sole source of solace. In the end, that was all he had left: his bride, his son Aeron, his niece Jaehaera, and his mother, Queen Alicent, who clung to life with a frail resilience.

It was his wife, too, who had stayed his hand when he considered the fates of Daemon’s daughters. You had urged him to spare the lives of Baela and Rhaena, allowing them sanctuary with their sole surviving brother, Aegon the Younger, now far away in Driftmark.

And yet, his mother had been torn asunder by grief, the madness that followed the loss of three of her children consuming her like a wildfire. Just months ago, Alicent had succumbed to the cruel grip of Winter Fever, and with her passing, the warmth of their family had dimmed further.

He blamed himself, for in his fervor to protect his own—the children he adored and his beloved wife—he had allowed himself to be blind to his mother’s decline. Each day, he devoted himself to the care and nurturing of Aeron and Daenys, ensuring Jaehaera felt the presence of family, while the ever-looming responsibilities of the crown overshadowed his duties as a son.

Now, he barely caught glimpses of the life that remained. He would rise in the early hours, the dawn light casting a soft glow upon his wife’s sleeping form, a fleeting moment of peace before he was swept away by the relentless tide of royal obligations.

In the fleeting minutes before he departed for court, he could only admire the serene lines of your face, knowing that the day would steal him from your side again.

The children were no better; brief encounters in the corridors felt like whispers of a past he could hardly grasp. Aeron would be playing with his toys, and Daenys might be crawling after the palace cats, laughter echoing softly in the halls, but those joyful sounds seemed distant, muffled by the duties that consumed him.

But on this day, a flicker of fortune shone upon him; he had managed to complete his duties earlier than usual. Typically, he toiled long into the night, only to return to the warmth of their chambers when all were asleep. Though it was after supper, a glimmer of hope sparked within him that perhaps he could still find them, to grasp those precious moments he had so dearly missed.

Through the dimly lit corridors of the Red Keep, the young Prince Aeron and Princess Jaehaera raced, their laughter echoing against the cold stone walls as they hurried toward the music lesson that awaited them. The air was filled with the thrill of their spirited competition, each eager to claim the title of first to arrive.

As they rounded a corner, Jaehaera noticed Aeron pulling ahead, determination etched across his small face. In a quick, daring move, she reached out and tugged at his tunic, managing to pull him back just enough to dart ahead. “Me first!” she shouted, her voice ringing with triumph.

Not to be outdone, Aeron swiftly grabbed hold of her arm, attempting to halt her advance. “And why should you be first?” he challenged.

Jaehaera strained against his grip, lifting her chin defiantly as she met his gaze. “Because I am the future queen, that’s why!” she declared, her voice bold and unwavering.

With that, she broke free, dashing down the corridor, but Aeron was quick on her heels, bumping her to the side in a playful shove that almost sent her sprawling against the wall. “You’re not a queen! You’re nothing but my cousin!” he yelled.

Jaehaera shot him a fierce glare, her brows knitting together. “I’ll show you if I’m a queen or not,” she murmured under her breath, determination simmering in her tone as they neared the door to the music room.

In a last-ditch effort to claim victory, Jaehaera pushed Aeron aside just as they reached the threshold. He stumbled slightly but quickly regained his footing, throwing a frown her way. “Fight fair, Jae!”

Without missing a beat, she rolled her eyes and slipped into the room, only to be met with an unexpected shove from Aeron as he followed closely behind. He hadn’t meant to, but the force sent Jaehaera tumbling to the ground with a hard thud that echoed in the hall.

She shot him a fierce glare, her lips forming a pout as she rubbed her side. “Now that hurt!” she exclaimed, the hint of a whine creeping into her voice.

“Aunty! Aunty!” she called out, her tone shifting to one of urgency.

Moments later, you entered the room, carrying Daenys on your hip. A mixture of sternness and affection danced on your face as you regarded the two children. “Jaehaera, my darling, Jaehaera,” you said, your voice firm but softening with a smile. “You must stop that; it is really not ladylike.”

Your gaze shifted to Aeron, your tone turning slightly admonishing. “And you, Aeron, such behavior is most unbecoming of a lovely gentleman.”

Aeron’s cheeks flushed, and he scowled at Jaehaera, ready to defend himself. “Well, she started it,” he retorted, crossing his arms defiantly.

Jaehaera, unfazed, lifted her chin in a gesture of regal disdain, pointedly turning her gaze away from him. “Queens do not start fights,” she declared, her voice dripping with authority. Then, with a scrunch of her nose, she added, “But they can finish them.”

Aeron rolled his eyes dramatically at Jaehaera, sticking out his tongue in mockery, but the jest was short-lived as he heard his mother’s voice call out from across the room. “Now, Aeron, don’t be rude,” you scolded, your tone firm but laced with affection.

He turned to you, flashing an innocent smile, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. “We were just practicing fighting and pushing,” he replied, his words punctuated by an exaggerated shrug that only added to the mischief of the moment.

You felt a jolt of discomfort at his words, a wave of haunting memories crashing over you. The echoes of past conflicts flickered in your mind—battles fought and lives lost, the heavy price of such lessons. “Targaryens do not practice fighting and pushing and things like that,” you replied, your voice low, the irony of your own words hanging heavily in the air. “It is just horrible.”

With a determined effort, you sought to redirect the conversation and lighten the mood. “Now,” you began, your expression softening as you turned your gaze to Daenys, nestled in your arms, her tiny form clearly on the brink of sleep.

You smiled adoringly at her, a sense of calm washing over you as you looked back at Jaehaera and Aeron. “Why don’t you two head over to the piano, and let’s begin our lesson?”

“Yes, Aunty!” Jaehaera chirped, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm as she practically danced toward the instrument, subtly shouldering Aeron aside.

Aeron glared at Jaehaera, his indignation flaring up momentarily, but he quickly turned to you with a soft nod. “Yes, Mama,” he replied.

“It’s time to practice your scales and your arpeggios,” you encouraged, as you moved toward the piano. You settled onto the chaise beside it, Daenys resting her head comfortably against your shoulder, her eyes half-closed as she watched her brother and cousin with a sleepy fascination.

Jaehaera stood poised beside the grand piano, her back straight and shoulders squared, a picture of determination. She cleared her throat, the sound echoing softly in the air, and waited expectantly for Aeron to begin.

However, she cast him a pointed glare as he took his sweet time, leisurely warming up his hands as if the lesson were no pressing matter.

Finally, after an impatient moment, Jaehaera announced, “I’m ready, Maestro,” her voice ringing with a blend of authority and hautiness.

Aeron shot her a sideways glance, his mischievous grin returning as he subtly shifted his foot and stomped down hard onto Jaehaera’s, eliciting a sharp squeak from her.

“Aunty, he did it again!” she exclaimed, turning her wide eyes toward you, indignation clear in her voice.

Aeron, unfazed, looked away, propping his chin on his hand with an exaggerated air of nonchalance. “Tattletale,” he whispered in response.

You carefully rubbed Daenys' back, the gentle motion soothing your daughter. Your patience was unwavering, as you said, “Now, Aeron, please, darling, settle down and play me your pretty little song.” Your voice was calm, and your tone both firm and nurturing.

With a resigned sigh, Aeron nodded, his playful demeanor shifting as he positioned himself at the piano. “Yes, Mama,” he murmured, fingers poised above the keys. As he began to play, the room filled with the soft, melodic strains of his music.

Aemond was at a loss, frustration tightening his chest as he searched the sprawling halls of the Red Keep for you. He had scoured your shared chambers, his personal solar, and the children’s bedrooms, but you were nowhere to be found.

The sinking feeling in his gut only grew as he realized he needed assistance, and at last, he sought out one of the guards stationed nearby.

The guard cleared his throat and straightened slightly, sensing the prince’s impatience. “At Her Grace's music lessons, sire,” he replied, his tone respectful.

“Music lessons?” Aemond murmured to himself, brow furrowing in confusion. He had not realized such an event was taking place, nor had he been informed of it.

Without another moment's hesitation, he rushed in the direction indicated, making his way down a seldom-used wing of the castle, its walls lined with faded tapestries and the whispers of history.

As he drew closer, he heard the unmistakable sound of a piano, its notes cascading through the air like a gentle stream, drawing him forward.

Coming closer to the door, he opened it quietly before he peeked his head inside, his heart melting at the sight as he heard Jaehaera's voice.

"Do mi sol do do sol mi do," the girl of six summers sang, her voice young and somewhat pitchy as she sang confidently, "Every truly cultured music student knows. You must learn your scales and your arpeggios Finger music ringing from your chest And not your nose. While you sing your scales and your arpeggios"

Aemond stood just beyond the doorway, a swell of pride filling his chest as he watched his five-year-old son, Aeron, seated at the piano. The boy’s fingers danced across the keys with a mixture of enthusiasm and concentration, his small face lit with determination.

To Aemond’s surprise, Aeron broke into song as well, his voice sweet yet tinged with the tremor of youth. “If you’re faithful to your daily practicing, you will find your progress is encouraging,” he sang, each note imbued with his budding confidence.

Beside him, Jaehaera stood, arms crossed and a hint of exasperation in her eyes as she rolled them subtly at Aeron’s exuberance. Aeron continued, his voice growing bolder yet still wavering, “Do mi sol me do, mi sol me fa la sol, it goes. When you do your scales and your arpeggios.”

Jaehaera lifted her voice to sing her part again, “Do mi so do,” but she was abruptly cut off by Aeron, who had become overly enthusiastic at the piano, his fingers now racing across the keys with fervor.

“Do mi sol do, do sol mi do,” you chimed in, your voice ethereal and melodic, casting a gentle spell over the room. Aemond found his gaze drawn to you, the light catching your features as you sang alongside the children.

Jaehaera quickly fell in with you, her voice harmonizing beautifully, “Do mi sol do, do sol mi do. Though at first it seems as though it doesn’t show, like a tree, ability will bloom and grow.”

In your arms, Daenys, who had previously been drifting off to sleep, now sat wide awake, her bright eyes filled with wonder as she attempted to mimic the words you and Jaehaera sang. Her babbling intermingled with the melody.

The three of you continued in unison, your voices intertwining, “If you’re smart, you’ll learn by heart what every artist knows. You must sing your scales.....and your arpeggios.”

Aemond leaned against the doorframe, a small smile gracing his lips as he took in the delightful scene unfolding before him. The flickering light of the candles cast a warm glow across the room, illuminating the joy radiating from his children.

Aeron beamed at you, his face aglow with pride as the final notes of the song faded into the air. “How was that, Mama?” he asked, his bright eyes shining with eager anticipation.

You turned to him, your heart swelling with affection. “Absolutely wonderful, my love,” you replied, your voice laced with warmth and encouragement. Just as you opened your mouth to add more praise, a small, excited voice broke through the moment.

“Kēpa! Kēpa!” Daenys cried out, her tiny hands clapping together in delight, her wide lilac eyes fixed on the door where Aemond stood.

All three of you turned your attention toward the threshold, and Aemond couldn’t help but feel a slight flush of warmth at the sight of his little girl’s enthusiasm. He stood there, somewhat awkwardly.

“Do you wish to join us, my king?” you teased gently, a playful amusement dancing in your tone as you gestured for him to enter.

Aemond gave you a small smile before striding into the room, the familiar weight of his crown momentarily forgotten in the presence of his family.

Daenys, her cherubic face lighting up with excitement, eagerly raised her arms toward him, and he scooped her up effortlessly from your embrace, her giggles filling the air. “I was not aware there were music lessons in the first place,” he remarked, an amused glimmer in his eye.

“Merely for the children’s entertainment, I assure you,” you replied softly, your heart warmed by the sight of your husband.

Aemond shot you a skeptical glance, an eyebrow arching slightly as he nodded. “Oh, I am sure,” he replied, a hint of teasing lacing his tone.

“Father, did you see how I played?” Aeron asked eagerly, his small hands still resting on the piano keys, a bright grin spreading across his face.

“Yes, I did,” Aemond said, his expression softening as he smiled down at his son. “Much better than any bard I’ve heard.” The pride in his voice was unmistakable, and Aeron beamed at the praise.

“And did you see how I sang, uncle?” Jaehaera chimed in, her voice a melodic chime that danced through the air like the notes of the piano.

“Yes, of course,” Aemond replied, nodding with genuine admiration. “One day, you might even come to rival the Queen’s voice.” The compliment brought a bright flush to Jaehaera's cheeks, her eyes sparkling with delight.

“She’ll be even better than me,” you murmured, a soft smile gracing your lips as you watched the exchange unfold.

As the children chattered excitedly, desperate for their King's attention, your gaze drifted to the doorway, where you spotted your maid, Emery, standing patiently, signaling that it was time for bed.

You cleared your throat gently, drawing the children's attention back to you. “Children, it’s time to go to bed,” you announced softly, your voice laced with warmth yet firm.

Aeron turned to you, his wide eyes shimmering with innocence as he clasped his hands together in a pleading gesture. “Do we have to, Mama? Father just got here,” he implored, his lower lip jutting out in a way that made your heart ache.

You sighed, feeling your resolve weaken under the weight of his pleas. However, Aemond came to your rescue, his hand affectionately ruffling Aeron’s fluffy silver hair. “And I’ll come say goodnight once you are in bed, little king,” he promised, his voice soothing and reassuring.

You tilted your head toward the door, giving a gentle nudge. “Emery is waiting for you,” you murmured, the soft authority in your tone guiding them toward the inevitable.

Disappointment flickered in both Jaehaera’s and Aeron’s eyes, yet they nodded reluctantly. Jaehaera approached your side and planted a tender kiss on your cheek, her small frame radiating warmth as she bid you goodnight.

Following her lead, Aeron hurried to do the same, his kiss lingering a moment longer before he bent down to press his lips against your swelling stomach, his sweet gesture eliciting a smile from you.

Aemond, observing the tender moment, passed baby Daenys into your arms. She giggled excitedly, her laughter a delightful sound as you smothered her with kisses, before you handed Daenys to Emery, who was prepared to lead the children out.

As the soft patter of little feet faded down the corridor, the lively laughter and chatter of the children ebbed away, leaving you and Aemond cocooned in the warm embrace of the cozy chamber.

A serene silence enveloped the two of you, a precious moment amidst the storm of duties and the remnants of grief that lingered in the air.

“Hello, husband,” you greeted softly, your voice barely above a whisper, not wanting to shatter the comfortable stillness that settled between you.

“Hello, wife,” Aemond murmured in return, his tone low and warm as he lowered himself onto the piano bench beside you.

With a gentle grace, he let his hand drift over the piano keys, pausing just short of touching them. It was a silent acknowledgment of his lack of skill, yet he seemed fascinated by the instrument nonetheless.

You watched him, the lines of his face illuminated by the soft glow of the chamber, and felt a pang of affection.

“I apologize for not informing you about the lessons,” you said, your voice steady yet filled with sincerity.

“Tis alright,” he replied, though his gaze remained fixed away from you, a flicker of concern shadowing his features. “When did it begin?”

“The day of your mother’s funeral,” you replied gently, choosing your words with care. “Your duties had taken you away, and Aeron and Jaehaera were feeling very down. I thought music might lift their spirits, and it has. Jaehaera even asked me to teach her to sing and play.”

At the mention of that day, Aemond’s expression shifted. Guilt washed over him, and memories flooded back—his mother’s service at the Sept, the heavy atmosphere of sorrow, and how he had been swept away in the currents of his responsibilities, never given a moment to truly mourn.

He nodded thoughtfully, his voice barely above a whisper. “Aeron seems particularly skilled.”

“He is a very intelligent little boy,” you agreed, your eyes not leaving his as he continued to stare at the piano, lost in thought. “He has an eagerness to learn that reminds me of you.”

Aemond chuckled softly, the sound breaking through the solemnity that hung in the air. “I fear he has far more talent than I ever did,” he said, a hint of pride seeping into his words. “But I’m glad to see them find joy in something so beautiful.”

“Music has a way of healing,” you remarked, a wistful smile playing on your lips. “Especially in times like these.”

He turned to face you fully, his piercing violet eye searching yours. “And what of you? How do you fare amidst the shadows of loss?”

You hesitated, feeling the weight of his concern. “I carry the grief, as we all do. But I find solace in our children. Their laughter reminds me of the light we can still find in our lives.”

Aemond’s gaze softened, and he reached for your hand, his fingers brushing over yours with an intimacy that sent warmth coursing through you. “You are stronger than I,” he said earnestly. “I often wonder how you manage to bear the burdens we both carry.”

With a gentle squeeze of his hand, you replied, “We bear them together, my king. That is what family is for.”

Aemond's brow furrowed slightly, and he murmured, “Aeron... he shall be a better king than I.” His voice held a weight of expectation and uncertainty, a reflection of his own doubts.

You turned your gaze toward him, a hint of sadness flickering in your eyes as you stood and swiftly settled beside him on the bench.

Reaching out, you cupped his face in your hands, grounding him with your touch. “Only because he shall learn from your mistakes. Every king should be better than the former.”

Aemond stared into your eyes, his heart swelling with gratitude. In truth, he had often wondered what he had done to deserve your steadfast presence. Memories washed over him—of the day he first met you when he was merely fourteen, a boy angry and hateful at the world.

He leaned his forehead against yours, finding solace in your warmth. “You are very wise, my queen. You never lead me astray.”

“Destiny has its designs,” you replied softly, a small smile gracing your lips. “And I am merely fulfilling mine. To guide you, to stand by your side.”

He chuckled lightly, the sound a blend of affection and admiration. “Even when I do not deserve it?”

“Especially then,” you countered, your tone playful yet sincere. “Every king needs a queen to keep him grounded, to remind him of what truly matters.”

Aemond took a deep breath, the weight of the realm and his responsibilities momentarily lifted. “And what is that, my love?”

You leaned in closer, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “It is love, loyalty, and the hope for a better tomorrow. The kind of future we want for our children.”

Aemond leaned back, a rare lightness settling in his chest for the first time in what felt like an age. He placed his hand over your round belly, feeling the warmth radiate from within. You tilted your head, an amused smile blossoming on your lips as you caught his gaze.

“Aeron has taken to kissing my stomach,” you said, your tone playful. “He believes that if he shows enough affection, it might persuade my body to grant him a brother. He claims it would make his chances of having a fair fight against the girls much better.”

Aemond chuckled, shaking his head in bemusement. Then, nodding toward the piano, he added, “Teach me. I may never reach the heights of Aeron’s talent, but perhaps I could aspire to match little Daenys’ skill.”

Your laughter chimed like music in the air, a sound that warmed his spirit. Aemond grinned at the absurdity of comparing his potential to that of his infant daughter. “Very well,” you said, your eyes sparkling with delight. “First, let us see what you can do.”

You guided him closer to the piano, instructing him to place his large, slender hands over yours on the keys. “Feel the movement,” you encouraged, your voice soft and patient. “It’s not merely about the notes; it’s about the rhythm and the heart behind them.”

Unbeknownst to you and Aemond, enveloped in your own intimate world, three pairs of curious eyes peered in from the slightly ajar door of the chamber. Jaehaera, Aeron, and little Daenys had quietly slipped away from their caretakers.

Jaehaera, though only six years of age, sighed wistfully as she watched her uncle and aunt. “How romantic,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, yet filled with a sense of longing.

She cradled baby Daenys in her arms, the infant unusually calm, her wide eyes reflecting the gentle glow of the room as she took in the scene of her mother and father together.

Aeron, standing beside Jaehaera, observed his parents intently, a thoughtful frown furrowing his brow. “Do you think our marriage will be like that?” he asked, glancing over at Jaehaera to gauge her reaction.

Jaehaera turned to him, her gaze sharp and serious, her little brows furrowing in determination. “It has to, Aeron. It has to.”

“Do you think we’ll be that happy?” he pressed, his youthful innocence shining through, even as the shadows of doubt crept into his mind.

She nodded vigorously, her long silver hair bouncing with the motion. “Of course! The king and queen love each other. If we love each other like they do, it will be just as wonderful.”

Aeron pondered her words, his gaze drifting back to the sight of you and Aemond, lost in your shared moment. “And what if…” he hesitated, searching for the right words. “What if things become difficult, like they do in the stories?”

Jaehaera frowned slightly, her youthful optimism momentarily faltering. “Then we fight for each other, just like they do,” she declared with conviction.

Aeron nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face. “I like that idea,” he said softly, his gaze drifting back to the happy scene of his mother and his father.

“We’ll make it the best story ever.”

[Jaehaera, Aeron, Daenys]

headcannonsss:

— aemond and reader end up having six children in total: aeron (18), daenys (15), mikael (13), jaemes (10), elaena (7) and aelora (4) + jaehaera (19)

— aeron and jaehaera marry

— daenys falls in love with aegon (rhaenyra's son)

— mikael comes out as gay

— jaemes and elaena marry

— aelora refuses to marry and part with her mother (sophie/donna relationship)

HOPE YOU ENJOYED!

[spideysbruh]

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tchalamet why is it so hard to let people live their lives? I don't know you, you definitely don't know me, and you never will. you don't know what goes on behind closed doors and the things that we talk about because people don't know how to act. that ends now, please stop. enough is enough. thank you

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[vanteguccir]

chris/matt with a gf who actually has headaches everyday and they usually last for 2 days and then come back 2 days later

(this is quite literally me)

omg, now that's just me, too 😭 I have chronic migraines, so I feel you, sis 😔✋🏻

BUT, I can totally see Matt all worried, you know? He would be all over you (not in an extreme way), asking some times how you're feeling, but since you're dating for some time now, and you were friends before, he knows what to do when you have your huge headaches (which medicine you take, how to ease the pain, how to make you feel comfortable while in pain...), and he ALWAYS do it all without you even having to ask

- here's a little blurb of Matt taking care of you during one of your migraines -

Matt had always been a light sleeper, but ever since Y/N moved in with him and his brothers, his sleep had become even more fragmented. He lay next to her, his eyes adjusting to the faint light filtering through the curtains. Y/N’s breaths were shallow, and the tension in her body was palpable even in her sleep. It was the second day of her headache cycle, and he knew it would be another tough day.

Gently, he slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. He padded quietly to the kitchen next to their shared bedroom, determined to start the day with something that might ease her discomfort.

As the kettle began to whistle, he prepared a cup of her favorite herbal tea, known for its calming properties. He added a splash of honey, just the way she liked it, and carried it back to the bedroom.

Y/N stirred as he approached, her eyes fluttering open. The pain was evident in her half-closes gaze, but she managed a weak smile when she saw him.

"Morning." She whispered, her voice barely audible, tears welling up in her eyes from the small movement of her face.

"Morning, dove." Matt replied softly, his voice almost muted, sitting down beside her and offering the tea. "I made this for you. Thought it might help a bit- Hey, are you crying, babe?"

Y/N just blinked, lowering her eyes, something inside her head seemed to throb against her brain in a way that she knew that if she put her fingers in the area, she would feel it pulsing.

She took a slow, deep breath, keeping her head still on the pillow for a few long seconds. Matt wanted to get closer and wipe her tears, but he knew any touch to her head could make it worse.

After some minutes, she sat above the mattress slowly, Matt's free hand helping her up, palming her back to hold her stable. She took the cup with trembling hands, the warmth of the tea, a small comfort against the throbbing pain in her head. Matt watched her closely, his heart aching at the sight of her in such distress.

"How are you feeling?" He asked, although he already knew the answer.

"Always better with you close to me." She replied, her voice a mix of sincerity and weariness. She took a sip of the tea, closing her eyes as the warmth spread through her body.

Matt leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, his lips lingering for a moment.

"I’m not going anywhere, Y/N. I’m here for you, always."

Throughout the morning, Matt stayed by her side, keeping the room dim and quiet. He massaged her temples with expert care when she gave him permission, his touch gentle yet firm, trying to alleviate some of the pressure.

"You’re doing so well." He murmured, his voice soothing. "Just focus on my touch, okay? We’ll get through this together. Like every day."

Y/N’s eyes fluttered shut, her body relaxing under his ministrations. Matt’s heart swelled with love and admiration for her strength. He knew how hard it was for her, but she never complained. She faced each day with quiet resilience that left him in awe.

As the afternoon wore on, Matt made sure she stayed hydrated and took her medication on time. He brought her small, easy-to-eat snacks, encouraging her to eat even when she didn’t feel like it.

"Just a little bit, love." He coaxed gently. “You need to keep your strength up.”

The rest of the day was spent in quiet companionship, Matt never straying far from her side. He read to her from her favorite book, his voice a soothing balm against the pounding of her headache.

By evening, Y/N’s headache had started to ease, and she managed to sit up a bit more comfortably. Matt wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, making her lay her head on his chest.

"I’m so proud of you." He whispered into her hair. "You’re so strong, Y/N. I love you so much."

Tears welled up in her eyes at his words, and she buried her face in his covered belly.

"I don’t know what I’d do without you." She admitted, her voice muffled.

"You’ll never have to find out." Matt assured her, his voice firm with conviction. "I’m always going to be here, taking care of you. We’re a team, remember?"

Y/N nodded, the steady beat of his heart calming her.

"Thank you, Matt."

"There’s nothing to thank me for." He replied softly. "Now, let’s get you comfortable and see if we can get you some more rest."

As night fell, Matt settled Y/N back into bed, adjusting the pillows to support her head just right. He climbed in beside her, wrapping his arms around her protectively.

"Sweet dreams, dove." He whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead. "Wake me if you need anything at all."

With Matt by her side, Y/N felt a sense of peace wash over her. Despite the pain, she knew she wasn’t alone.

[mingoooossii]

Love.

Yunho x reader

Synopsis: so reader gets shit from work and stuff happens and they make up.

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, insecurities, fear of abandonment(?),self-hatred(kind of). fluff at the end and some kisses. Might be a Lil awkward since I can't do emotions. Also it's long, idk how many words but it's long. Typos maybe?

"Babe!"

The soft glow of the television flickered across the room as Yunho entered.

"Have you seen my hoodie? The grey on-"

But his question died in his throat as his gaze landed on his partner.

You sat huddled on the couch, the phone pressed tightly to your ear, brow furrowed in a picture of distress. Yunho's smile faded, concern gnawing at him.

He stepped closer, his voice soft. "Everything okay?"

You flinched at the sound of his voice, quickly ending the call. You took a deep breath, trying to mask your distress with a weak smile. "Yeah, just work stuff." you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

Yunho wasn't convinced. He knew you better than that. Your "work stuff" rarely left you this visibly shaken. He sat beside you his hand hovering over yours, offering silent support.

"What happened?" He asked, his voice laced with concern.

You hesitated, then sighed, your shoulders slumping in defeat. "They called," you said, voice barely above a whisper. "About the project."

Yunho's stomach clenched. He remembered how much time and effort you had poured into your current project, how excited you were about it. His mind raced with possibilities, none of them pleasant.

"It's gone." you said, voice cracking. "Deleted. Apparently, a system glitch. And now I how to redo it in 3 days."

Anger sparked within Yunho. "That's ridiculous! It's not your fault, and expecting you to pull that off in that time…"

His words were cut short by a sharp look from you. "Don't." you snapped, your voice thick with unshed tears. "You wouldn't understand."

Yunho recoiled, his heart sinking. "What do you mean I wouldn't understand?" His tone softened, replaced by confusion.

Tears streamed down your face. "You're good at everything, Yunho." you whispered, voice laced with self-hatred. "You're talented, it's all natural to you. I'm not like that i..." You paused, wiping your tears away desperately.

"I'm not talented like you and... this is the one thing that I'm good at and...if I can't even do that, then what good am i?" You sobbed, wiping your face, frustrated at the non-stopping tears, breaking his heart further.

Your words hit him like a physical blow. He had never realized how you perceived him, or how it made you feel. The truth was, he admired your dedication, your resilience, the sheer amount of effort you poured into everything you did.

"That's not true..." Yunho started, a hint of desperation as he reached out to you. "You're wrong. You're much more than you think you-"

"I don't need you to appease me." You cut him off with a bitter tone, picking up your laptop. "Yunho, leave me alone." You looked away from him, reserving yourself to the office room. He watched as the door shut close with a sickening thud, resonating with his heartbeat.

Three days crawled by, each tick of the clock echoing the growing distance between them. You were a whirlwind of activity, fueled by adrenaline and exhaustion. Your eyes, once bright with passion, were now shadowed with determination, bordering on desperation. Meals were quick, silent affairs, your focus solely on the screen illuminating you.

The frustration gnawed at him, but he knew pushing wouldn't help. This was your battle, and you had to fight it your way. Instead, he chose to show his support in quieter ways.

He stocked the fridge with your favorite snacks, left a fresh mug of tea outside your door, and even attempted to fold a few stray shirts (with predictably disastrous results).

He knew deep down that you weren't shutting him out, you were shutting yourself in. All he could do was be the ground beneath your feet, a constant presence even when you couldn't see him.

'i did it...i actually did it!' Three days. After 72 excruciatingly long hours, you finally did it. You finally pushed back from your desk, your eyes stinging from exhaustion but a flicker of triumph lighting them. The project was done.

But the elation was short-lived, choked by the hollowness that echoed within you. Guilt, suffocating and heavy, settled on your chest. The memory of your cold words, the slammed doors, the silent treatment you had inflicted on him all came rushing back. Shame burned your cheeks. In your single-minded pursuit of finishing the project, you had pushed away the very person who loved and supported you the most.

With trembling legs, you walked towards the living room, your voice thick with fear and regret. "Yunho?" You called out, voice barely a whisper. Silence. You tried again, louder this time, voice laced with desperation. Still nothing.

He usually came back from the company at this time except for...today.

Then he left...you?

Panic clawed at your throat at the thought. Tears streamed down your face, carving hot tracks on your cold cheeks. You sank to your knees, the weight of your actions crushing your spirit.

'He finally had enough of your selfishness and left you..' Your mind spun, conjuring scenarios, each bleaker than the last. You sobbed into your hands, not noticing the door opening.

Yunho stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind him. The grocery shopping took longer than he thought. He hummed a low tune as he walked into the living room, freezing when he spotted you, on the floor.

Panic settled within him at the racking sobs that escaped you. Dropping the bags, he was instantly by your side, cradling you into his arms. "Baby, what's wrong?"

Startled, you whirled around expecting the worst but instead, you found his concerned eyes.

Relief washed over you, a tidal wave threatening to drown you. But before you could speak, Yunho's face crumpled with worry, holding your face gently. "Honey, What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

His concern, so genuine and unwavering, broke the dam of your emotions. You collapsed into his arms, the sobs returning with renewed intensity. All the guilt, the fear, the shame poured out in a torrent of broken words. "I thought you left me..."

"Why would I leave you?" He asked, voice gently but you could see the confusion in his eyes.

''I thought you got sick of me and left." You sobbed, your voice barely a whisper. I'm so sorry for being so selfish and i pushed you away and I-"

Yunho cupped your face, cutting you off by pressing a kiss to your lips. He wiped away your tears with his thumbs. His gaze was soft, filled with love, so much love.

"I was worried sick, Y/n. " he admitted. "But I understand. You were going through so much, and I…" He paused, searching for the right words. "I just wanted to be there for you, but I pushed too hard. I should have listened more."

He held you tighter, his heart clenching at the fear in your embrace. "You must've panicked because I was late."

He pulled back, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there. "I just went grocery shopping to stock up. I should've told you earlier, I'm sorry, love."

You looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of deceit, but all you saw was love and concern. Shame washed over you, hot and prickly. How could you have doubted him like this?

"I'm so sorry." you whispered, voice trembling. "I was awful. I shut you out, and then…my stupid thoughts…"

Yunho shook his head, cradling you close to him, his voice soft. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault. But I'm never letting you go through that again."

Yunho pulled back, gently stroking your hair, his eyes soft as he gazed at you. "But you really thought I was going to leave you? Never, you're stuck with me forever." He said, voice gentle yet firm. "You know how obsessed i am with you."

A choked laugh escaped your lips. "You're impossible." you mumbled, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

Yunho grinned, holding you close. "Maybe. But I'm your impossible, and you're mine. That'll never change."

A weak smile adorned your face. "Promise?"you whispered, voice barely a breath.

"Promise!" He chuckled, pressing another kiss to your lips. "And that's a seal! Now..."

He swept you off your feet. "Let's get you something to eat. You haven't eaten properly these days."

As he carried you to the kitchen, the tension that had coiled within you began to unwind. The weight of your insecurities and fears vanishing entirely by the warmth of his presence and the unwavering certainty of his love.

[jaefluenza]

Open Arms - Jjh.

fluff, angst

jjh x reader, kun as a bad guy

7,237 words

warning: little suggestive content, small typing

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ; open arms by SZA ft. travis scott

“when you do your best, hell, that’s all you can do. you, me, and anybody else. so they always start talking.”

they were an unlikely pair, at least according to the outside world. people had opinions, as they often do, murmuring about how she was too reserved, too quiet, too damaged. they said he was too good for her, that he could do better, that he was wasting his time on someone who could never fully heal.

but jaehyun didn’t care about any of that. he loved her for who she was, not for who the world thought she should be. he saw the strength in her vulnerability, the beauty in her resilience. he admired the way she faced each day, even the hard ones, with a quiet determination that spoke volumes about the person she was.

there were days when people demanded too much of her, bombarding her with endless conversations that left her drained, quiet, and withdrawn. In those moments, her insecurities loomed like heavy shadows, their grip on her all too real. but jaehyun never wavered. he was there to fill the gaps in her tangled thoughts, effortlessly bridging the silence. all that mattered to him was how their days would end—lost in easy chatter, wrapped up in each other, nestled under her favorite fluffy beige blanket, finding solace in the warmth of their shared moments.

she, in turn, found solace in his steadfastness. He was her anchor, the one person who never wavered, never doubted her. with him, she felt safe in a way she hadn’t felt in a long time. and in the safety of his love, she began to heal, little by little, the cracks in her heart slowly mending.

their life together was simple. they didn’t need grand gestures or extravagant gifts. Instead, they found joy in the small things, the everyday moments that others might overlook. they cooked dinner together every night, a ritual that became sacred in its simplicity. he would chop vegetables while she stirred the pot, their movements synchronized like a dance. they talked about their days, about the little things that had made them smile or the challenges they had faced. and when the meal was ready, they would sit together at their tiny kitchen table, enjoying the food and each other’s company in comfortable silence or easy conversation.

“so, here comes my 9,978th question: how’s your day?” he asked, his dimples making an appearance alongside that irresistible smile.

she knew he’d ask—after all, it was their unspoken agreement to check in on each other’s day. “it was good. pretty good,” she replied. “the kids behaved, and i bravely took on a cockroach today. isn’t that impressive?”

he put on an exaggeratedly amazed face—the one that always made her chuckle—as he replied, “oh wow! guess that’s one less task for me, then.”

she twirled her chopsticks, teasingly asking, “and what about you, mr. handsome? did you make all your customers happy today?” of course, he had to dive into the funny stories he’d collected, and just like every evening, their dinner was filled with laughter, lively conversation, and love.

on weekends, they would walk through the park near their apartment, hand in hand, talking about everything and nothing. sometimes they would sit on a bench, watching the world go by, content just to be together. she loved these moments the most, the quiet intimacy of simply being with him, no expectations, no pressure, just the two of them and the world at a distance.

“we’re getting there, i think,” jaehyun mused, a smile tugging at his lips as he gazed out at the panoramic view before them. “with everything we’ve achieved this year, I’m confident enough to say our dream is within reach, babe.”

“you mean the house by the beach?” you teased, a soft chuckle escaping your lips. “you really think it’s possible?”

“yeah, why not?” he turned to you, his eyebrows arching in that reassuring way you loved.

“what about your café? i’ve always adored your barista life. and wouldn’t living by the beach get a bit…boring? we can always visit when we need a little ocean breeze, you know.”

“nothing’s boring when i get to live it with you, hun.” ah, that sweet talk—he always knew just what to say.

he had a way of making even the mundane feel special. he would leave little notes for her to find, simple messages that told her she was loved and appreciated. he made her laugh with his silly antics, like when he would dance around the living room just to see her smile. he brought light into her life in a way that no one else ever had, and for that, she was endlessly grateful.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

“when no one’s around me, you lost and found me. i was surrounded with open arms. i’m so devoted.”

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

she was the kind of person who carried the weight of her past in her eyes. there was a heaviness in her gaze that spoke of battles fought and wounds still healing. she had known pain, the kind that burrowed deep and left scars, the kind that made her cautious, wary of the world and the people in it.

but jaehyun, with his warm smile and easy laugh, had a way of dissolving the shadows that lingered around her. he was kind in the simplest and purest sense of the word, always ready with a joke to lighten the mood or a comforting word when she needed it most. his presence was like sunlight streaming through a window, illuminating even the darkest corners of her soul. there were days when her past would creep up on her, when the memories would be too much to bear.

“and without him, what would you be?” his words cut like a blade, each one designed to chip away at her confidence. she swore that every time he tried to belittle her like this, she had to hold herself together, fighting not to shatter.

“i won’t let you get into my head, kun,” she shot back, each trembling word feeling like she’d just dodged a bullet. she knew she had to brace herself for these encounters whenever he was around. kun was always difficult, just like her mom, dad, and everyone else who seemed to weigh her down. in a world where she felt surrounded, there was only one person who could be her sanctuary—the one guy she’d never trade, not even for the stars.

"take that back, you douchebag. how many times do I have to tell you to leave her the hell alone?" jaehyun’s voice thundered from behind, cutting through the tension between you and kun. "this is my town, and if you don’t disappear in the next second, I won’t hesitate to call the cops on you. seriously, just fuck off." his words were a roar of pure intimidation, aimed straight at the person she once called her ex—the one who played a role in shaping who she is now.

on those days, jaehyun would hold her close, his arms a refuge from the storm. he didn’t try to fix her, didn’t tell her to move on or get over it. he simply loved her through it, giving her the space to feel whatever she needed to feel, knowing that she would come back to him when she was ready.

and she always did. no matter how dark things got, she knew that he would be there, waiting for her with open arms and a gentle smile. his love was a constant, a beacon of hope in a world that had once seemed so bleak.

in time, she began to believe in herself the way he believed in her. she started to see herself not as broken, but as someone who had been through hell and survived. she realized that she was stronger than she had ever given herself credit for, and that she deserved the love that he freely gave.

the rain poured down in heavy sheets as she stepped off the bus, the last remnants of her old life dissolving with each drop that hit the pavement. she pulled the hood of her jacket tighter around her face, hoping it would shield her from both the storm and the memories chasing her. the town was unfamiliar, a small coastal escape far from the toxic grip of kun, the man who had held her in a suffocating embrace for far too long.

her suitcase rolled unevenly behind her, its tiny wheels struggling against the cracked sidewalk. the town was quiet, save for the sound of rain slapping against rooftops and the occasional car splashing through puddles. she hadn’t planned much, only knowing that she needed to be somewhere—anywhere—away from him. the air smelled of salt and wet earth, a refreshing change from the stifling city she had left behind.

as she rounded a corner, her heart nearly stopped. standing across the street, partially hidden under an awning, was kun. his presence was unmistakable, his broad shoulders hunched against the rain, scanning the streets as if searching for something—or someone. panic surged through her, her pulse quickening as she instinctively ducked into the nearest doorway. her hand fumbled for the handle, desperate to escape his gaze before he could spot her.

the door swung open, and she stumbled inside, her breath coming in ragged gasps. the warmth of the room enveloped her immediately, a stark contrast to the cold dread that had taken root in her chest. she hadn’t even looked at where she was; all she knew was that she needed to stay hidden.

the scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods filled the air, calming her just enough to take in her surroundings. it was a café, small and cozy, with soft lighting that cast a golden glow over the wooden tables and cushioned chairs. a few patrons sat scattered about, their conversations low and relaxed, creating a serene bubble that felt worlds away from the chaos she’d just escaped.

“hey, you okay?”

the voice startled her, and she looked up to see a man standing behind the counter, his expression one of genuine concern. he was tall, with dark hair that fell slightly into his eyes and a warmth in his gaze that made her feel, for the first time in what felt like forever, safe. she nodded quickly, but the tremble in her hands betrayed her.

he glanced out the window, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he’d caught sight of kun too. without another word, he moved from behind the counter and approached her with careful steps, as though she were a frightened animal he didn’t want to spook.

“you don’t have to say anything,” he said quietly, “but if you need a place to sit for a while, you’re welcome here. i’m jaehyun.”

she hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to keep moving, but there was something about jaehyun’s presence that anchored her in place. the café felt like a sanctuary, a place where the outside world couldn’t touch her. and right now, she needed that more than anything.

“thank you,” she managed to whisper, her voice barely audible over the pounding rain.

jaehyun offered her a small smile and gestured to a corner table, tucked away from the windows. “take your time. i’ll bring you something warm.”

she moved towards the table, her legs feeling like jelly beneath her. as she sat down, she kept her back to the door, unwilling to risk even a glimpse of the outside world that had tormented her. the tension in her shoulders began to ease as the minutes ticked by, the sound of the rain against the windows slowly fading into the background.

true to his word, jaehyun appeared moments later with a steaming cup of tea and a plate of cookies. he set them down in front of her with a gentle smile. “on the house,” he said before retreating back to the counter, giving her the space she so desperately needed.

she wrapped her hands around the mug, letting its warmth seep into her cold fingers. she hadn’t realized how much she needed this—just a moment to breathe, to collect herself. the tea was fragrant, a blend of herbs that seemed to calm her nerves with every sip. the cookies were sweet, their buttery softness melting on her tongue. for the first time in days, she felt a small flicker of peace.

“i’m so devoted to you,” she whispered, their legs tangled beneath the weight of the blanket. his left hand gently cradled her, holding her close as if he couldn’t bear to lose the warmth of her skin tonight.

“they say without you, i’m nothing. and they’re not wrong. i am nothing without you, jaehyun.”

his breath danced across her arms before his lips found the curve of her shoulder, planting a soft kiss there. “and they never said how much luckier I am to have you, my love. they’ll never know, no matter how much I try to tell them.” no one ever warned her that his voice could feel like the warmest embrace.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"no matter what come between us, i decided i'm forever ridin', you're forever guidin'"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

the ocean stretched out before them, a boundless expanse of shimmering blue that seemed to touch the sky. the waves whispered secrets as they kissed the shore, their rhythm steady and eternal. it was here, in this quiet, secluded place, that jaehyun had built the house, a sanctuary that would hold all the promises he intended to keep.

the house stood on a gentle rise, just beyond the reach of the highest tides. it was a simple structure, modern in design, with large windows that opened up to the sea, allowing the sunlight to pour in and the salty breeze to dance through the rooms. jaehyun had poured his heart into every detail, from the smooth wooden floors to the whitewashed walls, each element chosen with care, a reflection of his love for her.

she stood at the edge of the property now, her feet sinking into the cool sand, her eyes fixed on the horizon. the wind played with her hair, pulling it free from the loose braid she always wore. she looked peaceful, lost in the sound of the waves, the sight of the endless ocean.

jaehyun watched her from the porch, his heart swelling with an emotion so deep, it almost took his breath away. he had loved her for as long as he could remember, a love that had grown and deepened over time, becoming something so powerful, so consuming, that he knew he could never let it go.

he approached her slowly, his steps quiet on the sand. she turned when she heard him, a soft smile lighting up her face. her eyes, those beautiful eyes that held so much warmth and kindness, met his, and for a moment, the world around them faded away, leaving just the two of them standing on the shore, surrounded by the endless sea and sky.

jaehyun reached for her hand, his fingers brushing against hers in a touch so gentle, it sent a shiver down her spine. he held her hand, his grip firm yet tender, and she felt the strength in him, the quiet resolve that had always been a part of who he was.

“i built this for you,” he said, his voice low and steady, the words carrying on the wind. “for us.”

she looked at the house, then back at him, her eyes searching his, trying to read the emotions that played across his face. “it’s beautiful, jaehyun,” she whispered, her voice filled with awe.

“it’s not just a house,” he continued, his gaze unwavering. “it’s a promise. a promise that nothing and no one will ever come between us. that no matter what happens, we’ll always have this place, this sanctuary, a place that we call home.”

he paused, taking a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to say the words that had been on his heart for so long. “i want to spend the rest of my life with you,” he said finally, his voice soft but resolute. “i want to be yours, forever.”

her heart skipped a beat, the magnitude of his words sinking in. she had always known he loved her, but hearing him say it like this, with such conviction, such certainty, made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something vast and wonderful.

“jaehyun…” she began, but he cut her off, resting his warm hand gently over her smaller one.

“let me finish,” he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “i know life hasn’t always been easy. i know there have been times when we’ve both doubted, both feared what the future might hold. but here, in this place, with you, i have no doubts. i have no fears. i only have love. a love that is strong enough to weather any storm, that is deep enough to fill every corner of this house, of our lives.”

he dropped to one knee then, still holding her hand, and reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, velvet box. her breath caught in her throat as he opened it, revealing a simple, elegant ring that sparkled in the sunlight.

“i’m asking you to marry me,” he said, his voice trembling slightly with the weight of the moment. “i’m asking you to be my wife, to share this life with me, to build our future together, here in this house, by the sea. i’m asking you to be mine, forever.”

tears filled her eyes, blurring the world around her, but she didn’t care. all she could see was jaehyun, the man she loved, the man who had built her a home, a life, a future. she had always known he was the one, but in this moment, she felt it more deeply than ever.

“yes,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “yes, i will marry you. i will be yours, forever.”

he slipped the ring onto her finger, his hands steady despite the emotions coursing through him. then he rose, pulling her into his arms, holding her close as the waves crashed against the shore, as the wind carried their laughter out to sea.

they stood like that for a long time, wrapped in each other’s arms, feeling the weight of the moment, the enormity of the promise they had just made. and in that moment, as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting the world in a golden glow, they knew that they had found something truly special.

this house, this place, would be their sanctuary. a place where they could build their lives together, where they could weather any storm, face any challenge, knowing that they had each other, that their love was strong enough to carry them through.

as the sun set over the ocean, turning the sky into a canvas of pinks and oranges, they stood on the shore, hand in hand, ready to face the future together. the house behind them was more than just a home—it was a testament to their love, a promise that no matter what, they would always have each other. and in that promise, they found their forever.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"drew my favorite color, now you seein' every shade of me"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

jaehyun had always seen the world in vibrant hues—each day painted with the rich colors of his café's coffee beans, the bright glint of sunlight filtering through the leaves, and the warm glow of the people he cherished. but nothing compared to the spectrum of shades he saw in her. she was a living canvas, a blend of every color imaginable, and jaehyun treasured every shade she revealed, even the ones that appeared during the darkest times.

one crisp autumn afternoon, the first signs of trouble appeared. jaehyun noticed the faint tinge of sadness in her eyes, a dull grey that contrasted sharply with her vibrant sparkle. something was wrong, though she always managed to brush off his concerns with a gentle smile.

“everything okay?” jaehyun asked, sliding a cup of tea towards her. he tried to keep his tone light, but worry showed in his eyes.

she accepted the tea with a grateful nod. “it’s just… my family,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “they’re trying to get in touch, and i don’t know why.”

jaehyun’s heart clenched. he had heard the stories—how toxic her past was, the constant pressure and judgment from those who should have supported her. it hurt to see her struggling, to see her happiness overshadowed by her family’s darkness.

“i’m here for you,” he said firmly. “whatever happens, you don’t have to face it alone.”

days passed, and the intensity of her family’s attempts to reach her grew. unsettling messages and frantic phone calls took their toll. jaehyun could see how her vibrant personality began to dull, replaced by heavy, oppressive colors of stress and anxiety. yet, even in this turmoil, jaehyun remained steadfast. he saw her for all that she was—the good, the bad, the beautiful, and the broken.

one evening, as the sky turned a deep indigo and stars began to twinkle, the storm arrived. her family showed up at the café, their presence a harsh splash of black in the otherwise warm and inviting space. they barged in, their eyes sharp and accusatory.

“there you are,” her mother said, her voice dripping with disdain. “hiding away in this place.”

jaehyun saw the strain on her face, her shoulders hunched as if trying to make herself smaller. he could almost see the colors of her distress mingling with the dark clouds of her family’s judgment. it was painful, but it reminded him how much she needed him.

“please leave,” jaehyun said calmly. “she doesn’t want to see you.”

her father, whose presence felt like an oppressive storm cloud, sneered. “and what makes you think you have any say in this?”

jaehyun stepped closer, meeting the man’s gaze steadily. “she’s found happiness here. you don’t have the right to take that away from her.”

the confrontation was tense, each word a brushstroke on a canvas of conflict. but jaehyun stood his ground, unwavering. he wasn’t just protecting her; he was embracing every shade of her, including the dark ones.

as her family eventually left, their retreat marked by bitter silence, jaehyun turned to her. she was visibly shaken, tears shimmering in her eyes. he wrapped her in a gentle embrace, feeling her body tremble against his. the embrace was a palette of warm hues—comforting and protective. it was a sanctuary amidst the chaos.

“i’m sorry you had to go through that,” jaehyun whispered. “but i need you to know something. no matter how dark the shades get, i will always be here. your colors—every single one of them—are beautiful to me.”

she looked up at him, her eyes reflecting the soft light of the café, and managed a small, grateful smile. in that moment, the oppressive darkness seemed to lift just a little, revealing the vibrant, hopeful colors jaehyun cherished so deeply.

in the weeks that followed, the storm slowly abated. jaehyun continued to see every shade of her—every moment of sadness, every flicker of hope, and every burst of joy. he became her constant, the canvas on which she could express every color of her emotions.

one quiet evening, as they sat together in the café’s cozy corner, she leaned against him, her head resting on his shoulder. the room was bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights, casting a golden hue over their surroundings. the shadows of the past still lingered, but they no longer held the same power over her. jaehyun could see her slowly rediscovering the vibrant shades of her spirit, even as she continued to heal.

“this place,” she said softly, her voice filled with gratitude, “it’s more than just a café. it’s where i found a piece of myself i thought i’d lost.”

jaehyun’s heart swelled with love. he reached for her hand, intertwining their fingers. “and you’re more than just a canvas to me. you’re the artist, painting your life with every color imaginable. i’m just here to support you through every shade.”

as they sat together, wrapped in the warmth of their shared moments, jaehyun knew that no matter what shades life threw at them, they would face it together. the darkest hues only made the vibrant colors shine brighter, and in the end, it was her full spectrum of emotions that made her all the more beautiful to him.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"locked in for life, on god, no replacin' me consequences, repercussions, karma keep on changin' me"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

jaehyun had always imagined that introducing her to his family would be a joyous occasion, a blending of the vibrant world he had built with the people who had shaped his past. he had spoken of her often, his eyes lighting up with affection whenever he mentioned her.

the sun was setting as they arrived at jaehyun’s family home, a charming house nestled on a hill with a panoramic view of the rolling countryside. it was a place where childhood memories were etched into every corner, where laughter and love had always been in abundance.

they were greeted warmly at the door by his parents, their smiles wide and genuine. jaehyun’s mother, with her kind eyes and welcoming embrace, immediately made her feel at ease. “it’s so lovely to finally meet you,” she said, guiding them inside. “jaehyun has told us so much about you.”

his father, with a hearty handshake and a jovial laugh, welcomed her with equal warmth. “we’ve been looking forward to this for a long time.”

as they settled into the living room, jaehyun’s siblings joined them, their chatter lively and full of curiosity. everything seemed perfect, a dream come true for jaehyun. but as the evening progressed, the atmosphere began to shift. a subtle tension lingered in the air, an undercurrent of disapproval that seemed to come from some of the relatives who had joined the gathering.

it was jaehyun’s aunt and uncle who first expressed their discomfort. they had heard the rumors—the whispers of her past that painted a picture of a woman who had once been married and had left her hometown under tragic circumstances. “so, i hear you left your hometown in quite a hurry,” his aunt said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “was there something you were trying to escape?”

jaehyun’s heart sank. he could see the glances exchanged among the relatives, the barely concealed judgment in their eyes. she stiffened beside him, her fingers tightening around his. he squeezed her hand reassuringly, his own discomfort turning into determination.

the words stung, but she held her head high, refusing to let their disdain show. jaehyun, however, was visibly agitated. his face was flushed with anger, his protective instincts flaring. “aunt nari, you’ve heard a lot of things, but let’s be clear,” jaehyun said, his voice rising. “she’s not here to be judged or to relive her past. she’s here because she means a lot to me. if you can’t respect that, then maybe you should leave.”

his aunt raised an eyebrow. “but isn’t it true that she left her hometown under less-than-ideal circumstances?”

jaehyun’s face hardened. “yes, it’s true. she’s faced challenges, but that doesn’t define her. she’s a strong, compassionate person who’s built a new life with courage and resilience. i will not tolerate anyone treating her poorly or questioning her character.”

the room fell silent, eyes darting between them. she felt the sting of the words but chose to address them with calm dignity.

“my past is a part of who i am,” she said, her voice steady despite the tension. “but it doesn’t define me. everyone has a history, and i’ve worked hard to move forward and build a new life.”

jaehyun stepped closer, his support evident. “she’s here with me because she’s someone special. i care about her deeply, and i won’t stand for her being judged based on rumors.”

his mother, sensing the growing discomfort, approached with a warm smile. “we’re all here to welcome her, and it’s important to remember that everyone deserves respect and kindness.”

the tension in the air was palpable, but jaehyun’s stance had made an impact. his uncle and aunt exchanged uncomfortable glances before muttering their apologies and retreating to a corner of the yard. the atmosphere slowly began to warm again, though the sting of the earlier comments lingered.

jaehyun turned to her, his eyes filled with concern. “i’m so sorry about that. i didn’t realize how bad it would get.”

she shook her head, her smile trembling but genuine. “it’s not your fault. i know everyone has their own opinions, but it’s hard to ignore the hurtful ones.”

he pulled her into a hug, holding her tightly. “i want you to know that i’m here for you. no matter what anyone says, you’re important to me. i won’t let them make you feel less than you are.”

as they left the gathering, jaehyun’s hand found hers once more, their fingers intertwined. the drive back was quiet, but the weight of the day’s events settled between them with a mix of resolve and tenderness.

“i’m proud of you,” she said softly. “it means a lot to know you stood up for me like that.”

jaehyun’s eyes softened. “i’d do it again in a heartbeat. you deserve to be treated with kindness and respect. and i’m going to make sure you get that, no matter what.”

the ocean breeze danced through her hair, lifting it lightly as they walked onto the porch. jaehyun’s fingers brushed against her cheek, and he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. the kiss was gentle at first, but as the warmth between them grew, so did the intensity.

the kiss deepened, growing more urgent as the warmth between them ignited. the ocean breeze seemed to dance along with their embrace, carrying the sound of their kiss over the rhythmic waves.

their breaths quickened, and the kiss became more insistent. jaehyun’s lips traced a path along her jawline, his touch sending shivers down her spine. she leaned into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him close.

“let’s go inside,” jaehyun murmured against her ear, his voice husky and filled with longing.

she nodded, her pulse racing as they moved inside the house.

jaehyun guided her to the living room, his hands never leaving her. the room was softly lit, the glow of the lamps casting a warm light on their faces. the curtains fluttered slightly, allowing the distant sound of the ocean to drift in, a calming counterpoint to the heat of the moment.

as they stood in the center of the room, jaehyun’s lips found hers again, his kisses becoming more fervent. she responded eagerly, her fingers tracing the contours of his face. he guided her to the couch, his hands never leaving her. his hands roamed over her body, exploring every curve with a reverent touch. she responded with equal enthusiasm, her hands exploring his chest, feeling the firm strength beneath his clothes. their kisses grew more urgent, the desire between them palpable and electrifying.

they paused for a moment, their foreheads resting together, breaths mingling in the warm, dim light. jaehyun looked into her eyes, his expression a mix of love and desire. “i want you,” he said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

she smiled, her heart swelling with affection and longing. “i want you too,” she replied, her voice a breathy whisper.

jaehyun’s lips captured hers again, and so the night wore on, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment. the world outside was forgotten, replaced by the electric bond they shared. the sound of the waves, once a distant melody, now became a comforting reminder of the beautiful night they were experiencing together.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"Through the ups and downs and all the heat Take a turn and tell you what it be"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

she was alone in the bathroom, staring at the small white stick in her hand. the world seemed to pause as she processed the two pink lines that confirmed what she had feared. her heart raced, a frantic drumbeat in her chest that threatened to drown out everything else. she sank to the floor, the cool tiles pressing against her as tears blurred her vision.

the realization of being pregnant hit her like a tidal wave. her mind raced through the list of all the reasons she wasn’t ready for this—her past traumas, the insecurities, the overwhelming weight of becoming a mother. she had always imagined a different path for herself, one free from the shadows of her former life. and now, with this news, everything felt out of control.

her hands trembled as she clutched the pregnancy test, a sob escaping her lips. it wasn’t just fear; it was a deep-seated panic. could she be a good mother? would her past haunt this new life? questions swirled in her mind, each one more daunting than the last.

she heard the front door open and jaehyun’s familiar footsteps approaching. her breath hitched, a mix of relief and dread. she wanted to tell him, but the thought of his reaction made her heart ache. she wasn’t sure how to face him, or how to face this future she hadn’t planned for.

jaehyun’s voice, warm and soothing, called out from the hallway. “hey, are you okay? i thought i heard you cry.”

she tried to compose herself, but her voice cracked as she responded. “i—I’m in the bathroom.”

she heard him stop outside the door, his footsteps hesitant. “do you want me to come in?”

the simple question broke something inside her. she pulled herself up, her face wet with tears. “yes, please.”

jaehyun gently opened the door, his eyes softening with concern as he saw her sitting on the floor, the test clutched in her hand. his expression shifted from confusion to worry as he knelt beside her. “what’s wrong?”

she couldn’t find the words, only the image of the test and the overwhelming fear it represented. “i—jaehyun, i’m pregnant.”

his eyes widened slightly, but he quickly masked his surprise with a tender look. he took the test from her shaking hands and studied it for a moment. the silence was heavy, filled with the unspoken fears and uncertainties that hung between them.

“hey,” jaehyun said softly, placing the test aside and pulling her into a comforting embrace. “it’s okay. we’ll figure this out together.”

she buried her face in his shoulder, her sobs muffled against him. “i’m so scared. i don’t know if i’m ready for this. my past… everything just feels like it’s coming back to haunt me.”

jaehyun stroked her hair gently, his voice a soothing balm. “i know this is overwhelming. but you’re not alone in this. we’ve faced tough things before, and we’ll face this together.”

she pulled back slightly, her eyes red and wet. “what if i’m not a good mother? what if i mess this up?”

jaehyun cupped her face in his hands, his gaze steady and full of love. “you are stronger than you know. we don’t have to have all the answers right now. what matters is that we’re in this together. you’re going to be an amazing mother because you care so deeply. and i’ll be right by your side through it all.”

his words were a balm to her frayed nerves, a reminder that she wasn’t alone. she let out a deep breath, her fears slowly melting away under the warmth of his support. “i don’t know what i’d do without you.”

jaehyun leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “you don’t have to. i’m here, every step of the way.”

they sat together on the bathroom floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. the weight of her fears was still present, but it was now shared with someone who loved her unconditionally. as the initial shock began to fade, she felt a glimmer of hope amidst the uncertainty.

jaehyun’s unwavering support became her anchor. he attended appointments with her, held her hand through the sleepless nights, and made sure she felt loved and valued.

he had always been a man of calm resolve, but the moment he learned they were expecting a child, a new spark ignited within him. his days became filled with a quiet excitement, a growing anticipation that colored his every thought.

it started with small things—he found himself daydreaming about future diaper changes, late-night feedings, and the first steps of their child. each time he thought about it, a smile crept across his face, his heart swelling with a mix of joy and wonder. he began to imagine their baby’s tiny fingers wrapped around his own, their laughter filling the house, and the warmth of family moments.

jaehyun’s excitement grew as he prepared for the arrival of their child. he eagerly researched everything from parenting tips to the best baby products. he was a constant source of encouragement for her, his enthusiasm evident in every conversation. when they talked about their baby, his eyes lit up, his voice filled with a genuine excitement that was impossible to miss.

one evening, as they sat together on the porch, jaehyun turned to her with a beaming smile. “i can’t wait to be a dad,” he said, his voice full of warmth. “i keep picturing all the little things we’ll do together. i’ve even started thinking about what kind of stories i’ll read to our baby.”

her heart swelled at his words, seeing his genuine joy and commitment. he reached over, gently placing his hand on her growing belly, and closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the connection. “i’m so excited for this new chapter,” he said softly. “i know it won’t always be easy, but i’m ready for it. i want to be there for every moment, every milestone.”

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"i gotta let you go, i must but you're the only one that's holdin' me down"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

when the time finally came to go to the hospital, jaehyun rushed to get the car ready. he helped her into the vehicle, his hands gentle yet firm, making sure she was as comfortable as possible. the drive was a blur, the city lights streaking past as they made their way to the hospital. she squeezed his hand, trying to ground herself amidst the chaos of the contractions.

once they arrived, the medical team moved swiftly, their voices calm and professional as they guided her to the delivery room. jaehyun stayed by her side, his presence a steady anchor in the storm of emotions. the room was filled with the hum of medical equipment and the murmur of nurses as they prepared for the delivery. she could see the concern in their eyes, but she drew strength from jaehyun’s unwavering support.

the labor was grueling, each contraction feeling like a mountain she had to climb. she fought through the pain, pushing with all her strength, her body trembling with effort. time seemed to stretch on endlessly, the hours blurring together in a haze of exhaustion and determination. she was fighting for both herself and the baby, her body and mind pushed to their limits.

when the final push came, it was the culmination of everything she had been through. she gave it everything she had, her body straining with the effort, her breath coming in ragged gasps. and then, amidst the pain and fatigue, she heard the cry of their baby—a sound so sweet, it made all the struggle worth it.

jaehyun’s eyes filled with tears as he looked at their newborn, his heart swelling with pride and love. he leaned down to kiss her forehead, his voice trembling with emotion. “you did it,” he said softly. “we did it.”

she managed a tired smile, her body collapsing against the pillows as the exhaustion took over. but even in her weariness, there was a deep sense of accomplishment and joy. the baby was placed in her arms, a tiny, perfect bundle that made all the pain and struggle fade into the background.

however, there was a shift in the atmosphere—a sense of urgency as the doctors and nurses moved with quickened steps. the monitors began to beep more erratically, their sounds piercing through the haze of pain.

her breaths came in sharp, pained gasps as the medical staff worked around her. jaehyun was at her side, his grip on her hand firm and unyielding, his eyes never leaving her face. “we’re losing her,” one of the nurses said, her voice urgent. the words cut through the room like a knife, and jaehyun’s heart sank. he looked at her, his eyes wide with fear. she was pale, her breaths shallow and uneven. it was clear that something was seriously wrong.

his mind raced, his heart pounding in his chest. he had never felt so helpless. “stay with me,” he pleaded softly, squeezing her hand. “you’re strong. you can do this.”

her eyes fluttered open briefly, meeting his with a look of sheer exhaustion and fear. the life that had once been vibrant in them was now dimmed, and it tore at his heart. the seconds felt like hours as he watched, helpless, as the medical team fought to save her.

the pain she was enduring seemed to reach a new, unbearable level. her body tensed, and the room seemed to close in around them. jaehyun could barely breathe, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. he tried to focus on her, to give her strength through his presence, but the fear of losing her was overwhelming.

“please, don’t leave me,” he whispered, his voice trembling. “we need you. our baby needs you.”

jaehyun’s heart ached as he watched her fight against the encroaching darkness, his own tears blurring his vision. after what felt like an eternity, one of the doctors approached him, a look of cautious relief on her face. “we’ve managed to stabilize her,” she said, her voice calm but serious. “it was a close call, but she’s going to be okay.”

tears filled jaehyun’s eyes as he looked at the doctor, his relief mingled with an intense gratitude. he turned back to her, his heart aching at the sight of her pale, exhausted face. “you’re okay,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “you did it.”

she managed a weak smile, her hand squeezing his in a gesture of reassurance. the journey had been perilous, but they had come through it together.

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

"'cause you're the only one that's holdin' me down"

✩♬ ₊˚.🎧⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

in the end, it didn’t matter what anyone else thought. all that mattered was that they had each other, that they loved each other in a way that was true and honest and unwavering. and in that love, they found everything they needed to be happy.

their story wasn’t a fairytale, but it was real, and that made it all the more beautiful. they had each other, and that was enough.

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[thepaperpanda]

Decorating Christmas tree with Kirishima

Summary: a few headcanons and a short drabble about decorating a Christmas tree with your boyfriend Kirishima 🎄

Author: Bear

Kirishima approaches Christmas tree decorating with the same level of enthusiasm he has for hero battles. He makes a detailed plan, complete with a rough sketch of how he envisions the tree's final look.

No decorating session is complete without Kirishima's curated holiday playlist blasting in the background. Expect a mix of classic carols and upbeat tunes that reflect his lively personality. Mariah Carey's on as well.

Kirishima insists on incorporating red and black ribbons, inspired by his hero costume. To him, every element should reflect strength and resilience.

Kirishima turns hanging ornaments into a mini-challenge, attempting to hang them with the utmost precision. He even playfully challenges you to a friendly competition to see who can hang the most ornaments without them falling.

Kirishima suggests creating some DIY decorations together. He's all about teamwork and bonding, so expect to find yourselves making personalized ornaments that represent your shared experiences.

Kirishima takes the opportunity to dress in festive attire, sporting a Santa hat or reindeer antlers.

Before placing any decorations, Kirishima takes a moment to inspect the tree, ensuring it's sturdy and ready for the holiday battle of aesthetics. 

Kirishima is in charge of handling the lights, carefully draping them around the tree. He ensures they flow gracefully and don't get tangled. 

Throughout the process, Kirishima reminisces about past holidays and shares stories.

Once the tree is fully decorated, Kirishima can't resist striking a heroic victory pose beside the masterpiece. He insists on a commemorative photo to capture the festive triumph, making it a cherished memory for the both of you.

You found yourself in the cozy living room, surrounded by the warm embrace of holiday decorations. 

Kirishima, your energetic and passionate boyfriend, was bubbling with excitement as the two of you prepared to decorate the Christmas tree together.

The scent of pine filled the air as you unpacked boxes of ornaments and lights. 

Kirishima's eyes sparkled with festive fervor. "Babe, this tree is gonna be the most awesome one ever! Plus Ultra Christmas, here we come!"

You chuckled, appreciating his enthusiasm. "Sure thing, Eijiro! How about we start with these candy cane lights?" you suggested, holding up a string of red and white lights.

Kirishima began to drape them around the tree. "Carefully, carefully," he whispered to himself with his tongue sticking out a little.

Soon you began to unwrap delicate glass ornaments, and Kirishima's strong, calloused hands carefully took hold of the fragile decorations. "Gotta be gentle with these, right?" he grinned, his red hair catching the warm glow of the lights.

As you adorned the tree with ornaments, Kirishima couldn't resist teasing. "You know, our tree is as tough as me! Unbreakable tree and decorations for an unbreakable hero!" Kirishima playfully flexed his muscles. 

"I just love how positive you are about preparing everything," you mused sweetly, giving him a look.

Amidst the laughter and playful banter, a soft melody of holiday tunes played in the background ("All I want for Christmas" by Mariah Carey).

As the tree began to take shape, you noticed a thoughtful expression on Kirishima's face. "You know, the holidays are about spreading warmth and joy. Just like us heroes do for people every day."

While decorating, you couldn't help but admire how focused he was, his crimson eyes gleaming with the joy of the season. 

"How about we add some glitter for that extra sparkle?" you proposed, holding up a container of sparkling gold dust.

"Glitter! Yeah! Let's do it!" Kirishima grinned, letting you sprinkle glitter over the tree. The soft glow of the lights caught the glitter, creating a magical shimmer.

As you stepped back to admire your work, Kirishima wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Our tree will be the best, just like us," he declared proudly.

You both shared a quiet moment appreciating the significance of the season. The room was filled not only with the soft glow of Christmas lights but also with the warmth of shared moments and love.

With the tree now fully adorned, Kirishima looked at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Our Christmas tree is a masterpiece! Just like our relationship, right?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for the moments you shared with Kirishima. The room seemed to glow with a magical aura, and you couldn't help but be swept away by the festive spirit. "It's truly beautiful, Kiri!"

As you both sat on the couch, surrounded by the glow of the Christmas tree, Kirishima pulled you into a warm embrace. "Merry early Christmas, my love. Here's to many more holidays together, full of laughter and love! Mind taking a quick pic for my Insta? Gotta show off our epic Christmas tree!"

He went back to the tree, and struck a pose, flexing his muscles.

You snapped a few shots for him. "There, I'm sure your fans will love it."

"Thanks! But the one I want to post is with you. C'mere."

He took his phone grom you, adjusting the angle to frame both of you and the tree. As you stood side by side, Kirishima wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, kissing your cheek. The lights and ornaments created a festive backdrop for the photo.

Click! The camera captured the moment, freezing it in time. Kirishima eagerly checked the photo, a wide smile spreading across his face. "This is truly delightful. I couldn't have wished for anything more this Christmas."

[chaos-chloe]

hi love! first of all- I am absolutely in love with your writing, it is so good! got me kicking my feet and shit 😭

Anyways, I was wondering if you would be interested in writing something with a dancer/performer reader x Pezzy! Say they have a performance coming up and he's never seen the reader dance yet and brings the Clooless boys to the performance. Cue a flustered Pezzy and teasing Clooless guys hehe.

No worries if this is not up your alley but it's been stuck in my head and I am in total writer's block rn so I pass to you!

-❤️

OMG this is literally what i needed! Thank you lovie, i was stock in writers block <3 I hope you enjoy babes!

Juno

TW: Established relationship, sexual just not smut, kissing, singer!reader, lmk if i missed anything

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the Houston skyline with streaks of orange and pink, excitement buzzed through the air like the hum of electricity. Tonight was a big night; tonight, I would step on stage and perform my song "Juno" for the first time in front of my boyfriend, Pezzy, and his eclectic band of friends: Puffer, Grizzy, and ElasticDroid.

Dressed in my baby-pink two-piece set, I took a moment to admire the way the silver lining caught the stage lights, reflecting them like stars twinkling in the night sky. My silver platform boots, which felt more like a fashion statement than footwear, added an extra kick to my look—the cut-out hearts at the top seemed to pulse with my heartbeat, playing a silent rhythm of any nerves I might have felt. 

In the dressing room, I paced back and forth, running my fingers through my hair. Each time I glanced at the mirror, my reflection revealed both excitement and trepidation. I had poured my heart into "Juno," a song that told a story of love, life, and resilience—a story I hoped Pezzy would connect with.

Just before I stepped out onto the stage, I received a message from Pezzy: “Can’t wait to see you shine, babe! You’ve got this!” His unwavering support wrapped around me like a comforting blanket, easing my nerves.

As I stepped out on stage, I saw all these beautiful people with very stunning outfits. Then, I look over to the front row to see my boyfriend and his friends. I do a small wink as I'm thinking of a way to make the crowd go wild.

“I get so distracted up here, this is why they should never give me of these. But they give me one every night for some reason.” I say into the mic as I'm looking over the crowd acting as if I'm searching for something. “Um- I’m looking at this crowd right now, and I’m very, uh- impressed by all the outfits and details I see. I’ve seen some miraculous looks tonight, like you guys really show’d up, you don't just, like, slap on a shirt. Like, you really come in a full outfit. That the hair is thought out, the nails are thought out, the makeup is thought out, the - the- like heart cutouts are thought out, the kiss one, SUPER thought. Um, and I think it's such a stunning crowd.” I went on a little tangent trying to get to the point of my bit. 

The crowd erupted in laughter and applause as I stammered over my words, their energy sending currents of excitement through me. I felt the warmth of my boyfriend Pezzy’s gaze, his eyes mirroring the light and joy that filled the room. I took a step closer to the edge of the stage, leaning down as if to share a secret with them.

“Honestly, I've seen some looks tonight that could be on the cover of a magazine! Like, where do you guys shop? I need to take some notes!” I teased, scanning their outfits with exaggerated admiration. The crowd cheered, and I could see Puffer dramatically fanning himself as if he were about to faint from the compliment.

The playful energy of the moment crackled in the air as I called over my favorite backup dancers, Melissa and Jessie. Their wide grins mirrored my excitement, and Jessie, ever the mischief-maker, held up a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs like a trophy. The crowd buzzed with anticipation, leaning in to see what funny escapade we were about to unfold.

“Girls, girls!” I said, my voice filled with cheeky delight as I waved them over. “Do you see these handsome men right up here in the front row?” I pointed dramatically at Pezzy, who was leaning against the barrier, his purple button-up shirt gleaming under the stage lights. His collar popped just right, giving him that effortlessly cool vibe; I couldn't help but smile at how dapper he looked. 

“Ohhh, yes, I definitely see him!” Melissa chimed in, putting her hand over her eyes like she was pretending to scout him out from a distance, her laughter infectious.The laughter from Melissa and the crowd surged like waves as I played up my feigned innocence, leaning over the edge of the stage with a cheeky smile. Pezzy—or rather, ‘handsome’—was beaming under the attention, visibly caught off guard by being the center of it all. 

“Is today your lucky day, honey?” I teased, batting my eyelashes dramatically. The audience hooted in delight, clearly enjoying Pezzy's shy charm as his friends rallied around him, cheering like proud parents watching their kid play in a talent show.

The camera zoomed in on him, and I could see his cheeks flush a soft pink. The jubilation around him was infectious, an electrifying energy that enveloped the whole venue. “What's your name, handsome?” I asked, tilting my head playfully, pretending to squint as if I was trying to make out the letters on a faraway sign. “Paul? Pezzy?” I feigned confusion, starting with a mock serious tone before breaking into laughter when I got it wrong the first time.

The crowd roared with laughter, and Pezzy, ever the good sport, shook his head as if to warn me. “It’s Pezzy!” he finally said, his voice clear and steady, cutting through the playful chaos. The audience exploded in cheers, his name rolling off their tongues like a well-practiced chant.

“Pezzy, it definitely isn’t your lucky day. Pooy!" I exclaimed, dramatically pouting and putting my hand on my cheek in an exaggerated display of sympathy. The audience roared with laughter at my antics, and I could feel the electricity in the air as the red and blue lights above us flickered on. Just then, the sound of fake police sirens blared throughout the venue, transforming the cheerful chaos into a light-hearted comedy scene.

“It sucks we have to arrest you for being so handsome!” I continued, making sure to lean towards the front row, where some of the fans cheered the loudest. I chuckled as Pezzy squirmed a little, his bashfulness blending seamlessly with the humor. “But it’s kind of like a fun ‘lucky’ experience, right? I mean, going to jail for being too handsome sounds like a wild adventure!” 

As I spoke, Pezzy nodded bashfully, a mixture of embarrassment and amusement dancing in his features. He glanced over at his friends, who were grinning widely and egging him on, their encouragement fueling his newfound bravado.

The crowd roared with laughter as I threw my head back dramatically, fanning myself as if the stage lights were an inferno. “Ugh, it’s getting so hot in here, guys! Especially with this one who keeps looking at me!” I gestured toward Pezzy, who was standing there wide-eyed and amused, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

Pretending to faint, I brought my hand to my forehead in an exaggerated gesture. “Oh no! My skirt, my skirt! It just wants to come off!” I declared, my voice dripping with theatrical flair. Just as I said this, I noticed Melissa approaching with a playful smirk. With a swift tug, she pulled the string to untie the long version of my skirt, which fell to the ground in a playful pile. The audience gasped in delight, and I struck a dramatic pose to reveal the short skirt underneath, complete with my stylish platform boots.

As the cheers intensified, I took a step out of the fabric heap and cleared my throat with a wink. “Because I really want to sing this song!” I grinned, twirling on my heels as the music began to swell in the background. “And in order to sing this song, I need to be very flexible!” 

The crowd giggled knowingly as I alluded to the popular dance number that was perhaps too perfect for the moment. The stage was set, the lights swirling around us, amplifying the energy and excitement in the air.

“This one is for my handsome boyfriend, Pezzy!” I declared boldly, gesturing toward him and then turning my enthusiasm toward the audience. “So, hello, honey, my handsome man!” 

The crowd erupted in applause, everyone caught up in the joy of the spontaneous moment. Pezzy's face flushed a deeper shade of red as he chuckled, clearly surprised yet utterly delighted to be at the center of it all. With each word, I could see him swelling with pride, the embarrassment starting to fade away.

The vibrant energy in the venue was palpable, the applause ringing through the air like a celebratory symphony. Pezzy, bathed in the warm glow of the stage lights, was now a colorful mix of bashfulness and sheer joy, his cheeks nearly as pink as the fuzzy handcuffs I had mischievously tucked into my back pocket.

With a playful look, I strutted over to the edge of the stage, propping my hands on my hips as I twirled the handcuffs in the air. “Hey, you!” I called out, my voice playfully laced with prankster charm. “These are for my handsome boyfriend, Pezzy! Let’s make this a night he’ll never forget!”

The crowd erupted into laughter as I tossed the pink, fuzzy handcuffs to the security guard. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he relayed them over to Pezzy. I watched with bated breath, anticipation bubbling inside me as Pezzy caught sight of the soft cuffs now being placed in his hands.

“Oh, man! Pink handcuffs from her?! What did I do to deserve this?” Pezzy jokes, holding them up for the audience to see. The ripple of laughter and amused whistles filled the room, the playful banter sparking a joyous camaraderie.

I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind as he held them, half-expecting some kind of prank but also reveling in the lightheartedness of the moment. "I guess this means I’m officially arrested for being too charming!" he quipped, flashing a cheeky grin toward me, which sent another wave of applause crashing over us.

“Don’t forget, you’re already in cuffs for your crime of handsomeness, babe!” I teased back, curtsying dramatically as the audience roared in approval. Pezzy held out his arms as if to say, “What can I do?” while pretending to look innocent.

As I made my way back to the main part of the stage, I caught the crowd's energy swirling around me—laughter, applause, and the kind of excitement you could almost touch. I plopped down onto my big, all-white chair, which felt like my personal throne, glistening under the dazzling stage lights. There I sat, striking a playful pose as the music swelled, my cue to bring everything together for a grand finale.

With a dramatic flourish, I beckoned my backup dancers over, who instantly fell into sync with me. They were a colorful blur of sequins and smiles, each one committed to keeping the energy soaring. The infectious rhythm pulsed through my veins, and I couldn't help but beam at Pezzy, who stood at the edge of the stage—his earlier embarrassment fading into admiration as he cheered me on.

As the beat dropped, I started to sing, my voice ringing out clear and confident, wrapping around the audience like a warm embrace. I felt enormous grins radiating from the crowd, souls connecting with the sheer joy of the moment. “Let’s wrap this night up with a bang!” I sang, dancing energetically in my chair, my back up dancers mimicking my moves in perfect synchrony.

With the beat pulsing through my veins, I sat poised and tranquil, a queen waiting for her moment to command the stage. The lights danced around me, casting a golden hue that seemed to blur the edges of reality. I could feel the anticipation in the air, the audience hanging on every note, every motion. The catchy hook filled the venue, and I couldn’t help but lean into the groove.

“Mm, ah-ah, mm

Don’t have to tell your hot ass a thing…” 

As I settled into my seat, I exchanged knowing glances with my backup dancers, who were silently counting the beats in their heads with me. The playful lyrics flowed through the air, intoxicating and charged with that delightful energy of the night. While my heart raced with excitement, I took a deep breath, feeling the rhythm weaving its magic around me. 

“And oh, yeah, you just get it

Whole package, babe, I like the way you fit!” 

With the next line, I rose from my seat, fluidly moving into the choreography we had perfected during countless rehearsals. Like a well-oiled machine, we synchronized seamlessly, an embodiment of pure fun and passion. The music swelled around us, and I felt the electric pull of the crowd’s adoration, propelling us into a series of captivating moves.

I could recall the countless late nights we’d spent in rehearsals, pouring over every detail, laughing as we hit the floor and stumbled before rising with renewed determination. My heart soared as I remembered our inside jokes, the buzz of energy before every performance, and the way we’d felt invincible as we worked together to polish every beat. 

“God bless your dad’s genetics, mm, ah,” I sang, aiming my playful gaze into the audience, searching for that familiar face among the sea of excitement. Pezzy stood there, eyes wide and mirroring my joy, the perfect partner in this whirlwind of rhythm. His infectious smile urged me on, giving me strength and a vivid reminder of why I was here, sharing this moment with every one of them.

The air was thick with an intoxicating blend of exhilaration and mischief as I crooned, “You make me wanna make you fall in love!” My voice held a playful tone, teasing the senses and weaving the audience into a vibrant tapestry of sound. “Oh, late at night I'm thinkin' 'bout you, ah,” I sang, letting the words fade into a sultry whisper as I looked out over the crowd, my heart racing with electric energy.

But what followed next was a dash of cheekiness that sent shivers of excitement rippling through the audience. “Wanna try out my fuzzy pink handcuffs?” I offered with a flirtatious sparkle in my eyes, the crowd erupting into roars of laughter and delighted shrieks. The playful banter matched the pulsating rhythm of the music, each beat pulling everyone deeper into the swirling moment.

Then, a familiar sight caught my attention. “Oh, I hear you knockin’, Pezzy, come on up!” I announced, laughter bubbling in my voice, with changing the lyrics.

With every note that spilled from my lips, I could feel the pulsing heartbeat of the crowd entwining with mine, a beautiful symphony of connection and shared energy. “I know you want my touch for life,” I sang, letting the words roll off my tongue like sweet nectar, intoxicating and inviting. “If you love me right, then who knows?” Each lyric felt like a playful challenge, the anticipation hanging in the air like glittering stardust waiting to cascade down.

The excitement built inside me, coursing through my veins as I took a deep breath, letting the notes flow free. “I might let you make me Juno,” I teased, casting a sultry glance towards Pezzy, who was grinning ear to ear, clearly wrapped up in our little world. The crowd let out an enthusiastic cheer, riding the wave of flirtation that combined effortlessly with the rhythm.

“You know, I just might let you lock me down tonight!” I declared the playful mischief in my voice reflecting the spirit of the song. My feet wiggled in my stylish platform boots, each movement emphasizing the fire within me. I was no longer just singing; I was living, embodying every ounce of joy that the music gifted me. 

Spinning around on my heel, I felt like a whirlwind, throwing my head back in glee, laughter bubbling out like a sparkling fountain. The choreography flowed seamlessly through me, every twist and turn executed with the grace of a bird in flight, freedom illuminating the stage. I let the music wrap around me, lifting me higher, soaring above the worries of the world.

“One of me is cute, but two, though?” I added, the rhythm pushing me to experiment with my movements. The audience leaned in closer, engaged, their eyes sparkling with shared mischief. “Give it to me, baby,” I sang, beckoning them to join in this playful dance of life.

With my voice soaring, the infectious beat blended with laughter and encouragement from the crowd. “You make me wanna make you fall in love!” I exclaimed, my heartbeat racing in sync with the swaying bodies around me. There was something so special about these moments, transformed into an entire community embracing the joy spurred by music.

I showed my friends, then we high-fived

Sorry if you feel objectified

With renewed energy, I took off toward the center of the runway, where a giant red heart pulsed with vibrant lights, set against the backdrop of the stage. As I stepped closer, the crowd’s applause swelled—a chorus of excitement filling the air. I kept singing, feeling the rush of camaraderie lift me higher, every word a thread woven into our collective celebration.

The atmosphere crackled with electrifying energy as I let the infectious rhythm sweep me off my feet. “Can’t help myself, hormones are high!” I belted out, feeling the surge of excitement radiate from the crowd. With each note that floated through the air, I could feel everyone leaning closer, hungry for more than just a performance—they craved a shared experience.

“Give me more than just some butterflies,” I continued, letting my voice flirt with the lyrics, and that’s when I turned to the audience, eyes twinkling. “C’mon, everyone, I want to hear you sing! Sing with me!” I encouraged, my arms extending wide, inviting them to step into this vibrant world we were creating.

As if complying with an unspoken agreement, the crowd erupted in ecstatic cheers. I could see faces lighting up, phones rising to capture this fleeting moment. I swayed with the beat, letting the rhythm guide my movements, my platform boots tapping emphatically against the stage, resonating with every pulse of the music.

“You make me wanna make you fall in love,” I sang, my voice swirling with flirtation and zest, each note inviting the audience deeper into the lively atmosphere. I was no longer just a performer; I was the spark igniting a bonfire of connection between every soul present. 

“Oh, late at night I’m thinkin’ ‘bout you, ah,” I continued, drawing out the last syllable with a sultry drawl, my gaze sweeping the crowd. I watched as they caught the melody, voices rising to meet mine, blending with my own in a mesmerizing harmony that reverberated through the air. It was exhilarating—a euphoric exchange of energy, a moment suspended in time where we were all connected.

“Wanna try out some freaky positions?”

I tossed out cheerfully as I reached the precise spot at the center heart. With the beat guiding me, I spun around, pivoting gracefully until my back faced the audience. I lowered my body onto my knees, the shimmering lights above glinting off the sequins of my outfit, adding an extra layer of dazzle to the moment.

“Have you ever tried this one?” I sang coyly, locking eyes with Pezzy, who stood a few feet away, his jaw slightly dropped, caught off-guard. I couldn’t help but giggle into the microphone, feeling both playful and daring. The crowd responded with roars of laughter and cheers, ready to follow my lead into this cheeky number. My nerves faded as the thrill of the performance pulsed through me like a spark.

With my knees apart, I performed an exaggerated cowgirl wrangling motion—purposely over-the-top and theatrical, aimed at turning a spark of flirtation into a full-blown fire of fun. As I wriggled and swayed, my heart danced in rhythm, and I let the laughter erupt from my lips, knowing that this was both an invitation and a celebration of our quirky fun.

The audience mirrored my energy, some gasping playfully, some laughing alongside me, and Pezzy’s wide-eyed look transformed into one of admiration mixed with sheer glee. His laughter rang out as he leaned forward, utterly enchanted by the spontaneity of the moment

As the electrifying lyrics echoed around the venue, I could feel the energy of the crowd amplifying every word. “I know you want my touch for life!” I belted out, feeling empowered and mischievous, every beat of the music thrumming through my entire being. The buzzing anticipation of what was to come ignited a spark within me, fueling the magic of the night.

The spotlight landed on me as I reclined on the floor—a brief pause that drew every eye towards my silhouette. I winked at the crowd, relishing the thrill of their collective gaze. The stage was set, but I wasn't the only star tonight; we were all part of this unforgettable moment, woven together through rhythm and laughter.

“If you love me right, then who knows?” I sang, my playful smirk lighting up the room. Pezzy’s eyes danced in the audience, full of delight and intrigue; there was an unspoken connection, a promise of spontaneity hanging in the air.

“I might let you make me Juno,” I added teasingly, feeling a wave of excitement rush over me. The clever nod to adventure and playful connections felt like a secret that could ignite the room. As the next line approached, the anticipation built, and I felt the energy shifting, the stage ready to burst with life.

“You know,” I sang with a sultry flair, “I just might let you lock me down tonight!” 

At that moment, my platform began to rise, slowly elevating me above the floor, a mechanical marvel that added an extra layer of drama to the unfolding performance. I relished the sensation, the wind tousling my hair as the crowd gasped, eyes wide with surprise. They were riveted, and I could sense their excitement—a shared thrill that surged through the audience like electric currents.

Everything intensified as I grinned down at my friends, backup dancers standing confidently at the edges, ready to support my journey upwards. “One of me is cute, but two, though?” I mouthed playfully before my voice soared back into the chorus.

“Give it to me, baby!” I shouted, letting the exuberance of the moment resonate within me. My body danced, the platform swirling to a standstill, allowing me space to showcase a choreography that was both cheeky and sophisticated.”You make me wanna make you fall in love”

The energy in the air crackled as I issued the call to action. “Alright Houston, I need everybody to get as low to the ground as you can, with me right now,” I said, my voice slightly breathless but laced with excitement, buzzing with the thrill of the moment. The crowd, a sea of eager faces illuminated by swirling lights, shifted in unison like a wave, laughter and shouts bubbling up as they accepted the challenge.

“Come on, let me see you!” I encouraged, looking out over the masses, their energy swelling around me. There was something exhilarating about drawing everyone into this little shared moment, something that transcended the mundane and united us in raw, uninhibited joy. “Get low to the ground, all the way down! I want to look at all you guys!” 

The laughter poured forth as everyone playfully hunkered down, some using their hands for balance, others tucking themselves into exaggerated crouches. The sight was a kaleidoscope of movement and exhilaration, a visual representation of our collective spirit.

“I need you guys to sing this at the top of your lungs! Are you ready?” I shouted, arms wide as if embracing the entire crowd. Anticipation hung thick in the air, and I could practically feel their excitement thrumming against the soles of my feet. “Let’s do it!”

As I sank to my knees on the platform, feeling the energy of the crowd radiate around me, I leaned back slightly, allowing the vibrant lights to dance above me. “Adore me, hold me, and explore me,” I sang, my voice dripping with emotion. The words felt like an invitation, cascading into the sea of fans before me, igniting a spark of connection that pulsed through the air.

Then, I paused, letting the music linger, allowing the excitement to build as I watched the crowd. They took over the next two lines without hesitation, their voices soaring to the rafters, a beautiful wave of sound that washed over me. It was electrifying to witness them embrace the moment, filling the space with their enthusiasm and passion.

As I caught my breath, I could see the joy on their faces, reflecting my own exhilaration. Some were reaching out, their arms raised high, while others swayed to the rhythm—each person lost in their interpretation of what this music meant to them. It was a glorious sight, a human connection woven together by the threads of song and celebration.

Mark your territory

Tell me I'm the only, only, only, only one

With the echoes of passionate voices clinging in the air, I felt the music course through me, intensifying every heartbeat and leaving a swirl of connection and intimacy between us all. The lyrics cut straight to the pulse of desire, igniting an exhilarating sense of urgency in the room that no one could ignore. 

“Adore me, hold me, and explore me,” I sang, threading the sentiment into the fabric of our shared experience. It was thrilling to deliver these words, electric and raw, sparking a deeper energy amongst the crowd. As I watched them embrace every syllable, intoxicated by the rhythm, it felt like we were all entwined in a powerful journey together, surrendering to the allure of the moment.

“I’m so fuckin' horny!” I declared playfully, feeling the atmosphere shift ever so slightly. The crowd erupted into cheers, laughter, and playful shouts, feeding off my energy as they instinctively recognized the liberation inherent in the music. This wasn’t just a concert—it was a celebration of wanting, of primal instinct, and of being fully alive in a world where we often muted our desires.

“Tell me I’m the only, only, only, only one!” I sang, my voice soaring above the sea of bodies. In that instant, I could feel their heartbeats syncing with mine, a frantic rhythm that encapsulated longing and connection. Everyone was caught in the web of desire spun by the perfect merging of music and emotion, their expressions ranging from joyful rebellion to sensual wonder.

It was intoxicating, this blend of vulnerability and power, shared by all in that space. I could see several people leaning into one another, locked in a gaze that spoke volumes, while others surrendered to the beat, dancing like no one was watching. It was a riot of emotion—freedom mixed with longing, connection tempered by exhilaration.

The energy surged as we unraveled the layers of meaning within the song, weaving our individual stories into this one night. Each person was telling their own narrative—of love, want, and exploration—alongside the rhythm, feeling emboldened to express the depths of their desires.

I gazed at the crowd and, for an instant, I became aware that we had all gathered here, not just for a performance, but for something much more profound; we were here to celebrate the exhilarating act of being truly human, to embrace who we really are beneath the societal norms and expectations. 

“Are you with me, Houston?” I urged, my voice rising with urgency and delight, wanting to amplify the connection even more. The crowd responded thunderously, a wave of sound washing over me, drowning out any traces of hesitation. 

The chorus built again, and I could feel the anticipation swirling in the air. “Let's release ourselves into this moment!” I shouted, feeling the pulse of raw energy drive us forward. The crowd surged in their response, a brilliant manifesto of souls eager to shed inhibitions and embrace the rhythm.

As the platform descended, the vibrant energy of the crowd seemed to heighten, swirling around us like a whirlwind of excitement and anticipation. I caught the eyes of my manager and the security personnel nearby, and I could see the playful grin on Pezzy’s face as he stood with his friends, eagerly awaiting the moment I’d bring him up to join me.

With a quick nod, I communicated my thoughts—Pezzy was more than just a friend; he was a force of energy and creativity, and I knew having him on stage would elevate the night to dizzying heights. I flashed a subtle thumbs up, a signal that ignited a spark of thrill among those nearby. The crowd, still pulsing with enthusiasm, caught on to the cue, their cheers morphing into a harmonious swell of excitement.

“Houston, are you ready for something special?” I called out, letting my voice cascade over the crowd like a wave. The response was thunderous—people jumped, shouted, and reached for the stage as if collectively caught in a trance of euphoria. It was exhilarating! 

With a flourish, I gestured to Pezzy, beckoning him to the stage. He moved with infectious energy, bounding forward as soon as he saw my signal. The moment he stepped onto the platform, the atmosphere shifted once more—the vibe instantly transformed as he connected with the audience, his enthusiasm spilling forth like a cascade of fireworks.

As I fast-walked toward Pezzy, the electric energy swirling around us reached a crescendo. It was as if time slowed down for that brief moment, and everything blurred—the vibrant lights, the jubilant crowd, the pounding beat of the music—everything except him. 

When we finally met in the center of the stage, I leaped into his embrace. In a seamless collaboration, he caught me effortlessly, wrapping his strong arms around my waist as he spun me around. Laughter bubbled up between us, the kind that felt genuine and unfiltered, resonating with the joy radiating from the thousands of faces in the audience.

“You make me wanna fall in love!” I sang the last lyric of the song, my voice filled with sincerity, every note a testament to the connection we shared. The crowd erupted in cheers, their applause swelling around us like a tidal wave of support. Looking up into Pezzy's eyes, I felt a magnetic pull that deepened the moment—everything around us faded until it was just the two of us, cocooned in our shared excitement.

His eyes sparkled with a mix of mischief and warmth, and I could see that he was just as caught up in this whirlwind as I was. There was an unspoken bond between us, one that went beyond friendship and danced on the edges of something deeper. As he grinned down at me, I could tell he felt the electricity in the air, a desire for more than just the stage and the performance—it was a connection that spoke volumes without uttering a single word

As I stood there on my tippy toes, the crowd around us faded into the background, almost as if the universe was holding its breath. Pezzy leaned down, his presence enveloping me in warmth and a sense of undeniable magic. For that instant, the world melted away—there was no spotlight, no roaring audience, just him and me existing in our little bubble of connection.

And then, we kissed.

It wasn’t just a meeting of lips; it was an explosion of emotion. The kiss was filled with love and adoration, a tender yet passionate moment that seemed to stretch on forever. I could feel the electricity sparking between us, the warmth radiating from our bodies igniting the air around us. Each heartbeat echoed louder than the bass from the speakers, and every whisper of the crowd faded into nothingness, leaving only the rhythm of our connection.

As the kiss deepened, I could sense the thrill of the audience realizing what was happening. A collective gasp rose from the crowd, and I heard a wave of cheers erupt, filling the space with an indescribable energy. We were no longer two performers—but two souls intertwining on stage, standing proudly in our truth, unafraid to express the bond that tied us together.

The intensity of the moment captured the essence of everything that had led us here—the long hours of rehearsals, the shared glances, the laughter in the dressing rooms, even the whispered secrets between songs. This was a bold declaration, a confession that transcended the performance. The kiss spoke of the feelings we had nurtured quietly, just beneath the surface, and now, here they were, fully visible and celebrated in front of thousands.

When we finally pulled away, our foreheads resting against each other, the crowd erupted into a fervor, chanting our names, a mixture of love and joy reverberating through the air. I could hardly believe the rush of emotions—the exhilaration tinged with vulnerability, the thrill of being unabashedly ourselves in the spotlight where so many watched and cheered us on.

“I didn’t think we’d go public like this!” Pezzy chuckled, his breath mingling with mine, still bathed in the joyous afterglow of the kiss. The playful tone in his voice made my heart flutter, a beacon of comfort amidst the excitement.

“Me neither, but it felt right,” I replied, a grin stretching across my face. At that moment, I understood that there was no turning back. The connection we shared was real, and the love was something worth celebrating. 

As the crowd continued to cheer, we turned to them, our excitement palpable, the bond between us now revealed for all to see. “Are you ready for more?” Pezzy called out, his voice booming with enthusiasm. The audience roared their approval, a tidal wave of energy that surged throughout the venue.

We jumped back into the music adding Pezzy into the scenes and more, seamlessly blending our joy and excitement into the rhythm. Each line we sang felt charged with a new meaning—every lyric somehow embodying our newfound dynamic, turning what was just performance into something experiential and heartfelt.

[fishrights69]

My top 5 coolest fish

5. Lionfish🦁

Ah yes, a classic fish found in many books, video games or even in your bathtub if you're tripping hard enough. The only reason I placed this fish here is because the lionfish is very nostalgic to me. Back in the day my mom would sometimes take me to her office where she had one single video game installed: Feeding frenzy. Sadly it was only a demo so if I quit the game, the whole progress would go away :( (which would make me play it for like 5 hours straight as my mom worked). One of the levels had this cool looking mfer and it got printed into my brain from a young age. This Fish gets a 7/10 for looks, 10/10 for reminding me of a simpler time where depression was a foreign concept to me. 4. Galapagos batfish💅🏻

At first you might think ''yo what the fuck is wrong with this thing, is it even fish?'' and yes, it is VERY fish but at the same time it looks kinda fishy. To give you some facts about this little thing, not only does it look like someone put lipstick on it, but it also apparently cannot even swim right. This fish can't even fish and because of that, it is my number 4. 6/10 appearence 9/10 for personal abilities. It reminds me that even if I fuck up at something meant to be ''human'' it s oki , cuz this fish can't even do the one thing it's supposed to do and somehow it's still alive. 3.Flying fish🐦

Now this, this thing is magestic as fuck. Without it's wings it looks like a typical ass fish, but I can still appreciate it for what it tries to be! Imagine how dramatic it can exit boring conversations, or perhaps show up all of a sudden and creep up on you! It makes me summon my inner bad bitch fish self. 8/10 appearence 10/10 I wish I could fly away from my problems as well as this fish can. 2.Pufferfish🌵

This fish is a proper shapeshifter. Imagine being able to adjust your shape on the spot. No stupid diets to make you skinny or fat. Just swallow some water and that's it. On top of that, the spikes are amazing. I wish I had spikes like that in case someone would try to get too close to me on the playground. Their mating ritual is as amazing as it gets but sadly their toxic self cannot be ignored. 8/10 appearence(11/10 if baby), 6/10 too toxic for me tbh but I can still admire from afar 1.Longhorn cowfish🐄

This yellow blob over here is fucking adorable. Not only does it have cow in the name(I love cows too) but he also looks like he is about to give you kisses. Now he is apparently hella lonely which made me feel sorry for him, therefore he is at number 1. because I too was once lonely, smol (still am) and looked like a blob(still do). I fucking hate the colour yellow but this tiny thing makes me like it a little bit more every time I see a pic of him. 10/10 appearence 10/10 resilience, combating loneliness and removing the stigma associated with it. BONUS FISH!!!! Seahorses. Any kind. 🐴

These beautiful things tie super well with my previous fish. You see I really like animals pretending to be other animals and these babies are just that. On top of looking cool as hell, my favorite seahorse fact is that some males can also give birth! Love me some genderbending so keep slaying it babes. ✨ 10/10 looks 10/10 attitude That was it. Follow me if you wanna hear about my top 5 GARBAGE fish that suck.

[k9punkout]

Ofc now I need to ask Mizi for the ask game-

MIZI MY BABE MY GIRL MY EVERYTHING

1. Why I like them

the thing i love most about mizi is her resilience.

imagine you were told that the sky is blue your entire life, and all you've ever seen was a blue sky, and you're looking forward to something you've wanted all your life... and then that thing finally comes and it's nothing like what they told you it was going to be and all of a sudden the sky is neon orange and all your friends are dead. me personally i would never get back up.

but SHE did. she kept going, she found strength in her pain and anger in her grief... but most of all she didn't let that anger consume her. that's what makes her the most admirable character in the show. not only did she find it in her to FIGHT, but she did so with hope and with love. with the intention to save, not to destroy.

i also loved the way she displayed optimism in anakt garden. she was so cheerful it became a flaw.

she was overly nice and smiley towards everyone because she was afraid of being judged, her guardian was always kind to her, she was well liked and never hurt by the segyein. there's no need to focus on anything bad when you have a life like that. especially if you want people to view you as a happy, funny, lovable girl.

so naturally, deliberately, she looked to the bright side. brushed off the subtle signs, the dead pixels in the corner of the screen, the small hints that something may be wrong. and oh, how she suffered for it. oh, how her loved ones suffered for it.

it's so tragic it's so perfect it's just.

2. Why I don't

i don't like how despite all this, she doesn't succeed in saving anyone. how she's probably blaming herself for getting herself and hyuna recaptured. how she has to lose EVERYTHING before she can actually change ANYTHING.

she deserves sm better why would you do this to that sweet girl

3. Favorite lyric

"Hope withered in the abyss."

4. Favorite frame/screenshot

THESE TWO. god we dont talk about mizi's breakdown ENOUGH and like. UGHHH the loss of reason in her eyes, the way she's drooling like a crazed animal, the way she was forced down like a rabid dog. the fact that she never cowered, not even with the gun to her head.

5. Favorite outfit

probably her rebellion outfit. it's badass but she makes it look so cute

6. Favorite official art

there are many way to interpret this one but no matter how you see it, i find it so awesome how flawed and human mizi looks in contrast to her perception of sua.

(personally, i view this as a moment of utter weakness for mizi in which she pleasures herself and thinks of sua (hence the positions, her expression, and the accentuated curves in comparison to many other arts), and i think that raw desire paired with guilt and grief is such a perfect portrayal of the mess mizi was left in after sua's death)

honorable mention to this one:

love the "drunk on love" expression on her face. the way she's pushing back her hair to reveal her cracks, almost as if she's saying: "this is me in my entirety. this is what you've done to me. look at the shambles that i am in and return to me, love me like this, love my pain just as i have loved yours."

7. Favorite canon fact

probably that she wanted to be till's friend and was admiring him from afar. like wdym these two IDIOTS were both staring at each other like "man, they're so cool.... i wish i could get closer to them, but they probably don't have enough time for me..."

8. Favorite straight-up-not-canon headcanon

it happens rarely, but not never: mizi sometimes feels hatred for sua because she lied to her. because they were never truly on the same page, and she was unaware of this until it was too late.

9. Favorite song/cover

the mizisua cure cover actually has me dying every time i hear it like the PAIN IN HER VOICE THE FACT THAT SHE SINGS ALL ALONE OH MY GODDDD.

10. Song I want them to cover

all in mizi cover guys please please hear me out guys ple

[south-of-heaven]

hello i hope you are ok.

Can you write about reader having a gruesome match with rhea at summerslam and WON the championship and damian is waiting for her at the gorila making how proud he is of her

Victorious || Damian Priest x Reader

Summary: You have a gruesome match against Rhea Ripley. Your boyfriend is there to celebrate with you when you emerge victorious.

You step into the arena, adrenaline coursing through your veins. Tonight's match against Rhea Ripley is a significant one, and you're determined to give it your all. The cheers of the crowd fuel your excitement as you make your way to the ring, the spotlight shining down on you, a WWE Superstar ready to take on any challenge.

The match is brutal, both you and Rhea pushing each other to the limits. The crowd is on their feet, witnessing an epic showdown between two fierce competitors. The stakes are high, but you remain focused, channeling your energy into every move, every counter, and every strike.

Finally, after an intense battle, you manage to secure the victory. The referee raises your hand in triumph, and the crowd erupts in applause, showing their appreciation for the incredible display of athleticism they've just witnessed. The feeling of triumph is overwhelming, and as you catch your breath, you can't help but feel proud of your hard-fought win.

As you make your way backstage, you're greeted by various members of the WWE family, congratulating you on your victory. But there's one person you're most eager to see – Damian Priest, your amazing boyfriend. You know he's been watching the match from Gorilla, cheering you on every step of the way.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you hurry towards Gorilla, and there he is – Damian, his face lit up with a bright smile as he wraps you in a tight embrace.

"You were incredible out there, baby," Damian says, his voice filled with pride and admiration. "I knew you could do it."

You bury your face in his shoulder, feeling a mixture of exhaustion and joy. "Thank you," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "I couldn't have done it without your support."

He pulls back slightly, gazing into your eyes, they're filled with tears of happiness and you're sporting a wide grin. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what. You're the most talented and resilient person I know."

His words touch your heart, reminding you of the love and strength you draw from each other. Damian has been your biggest supporter, both inside and outside the ring, and you cherish every moment you get to spend together.

As the adrenaline starts to wear off, you lean into Damian's comforting presence, feeling the exhaustion from the match seeping in. He notices and gently leads you to a nearby couch, sitting down beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

"You did it, babe," he says, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. "You proved once again that you're a force to be reckoned with."

You smile wearily, leaning your head on his shoulder. "I couldn't have asked for a better partner, in and out of the ring," you say softly. "You inspire me every day."

Damian chuckles softly, his hand gently stroking your hair. "And you inspire me. Your strength, determination, and passion – it's all so captivating."

As the adrenaline fades, you feel a sense of contentment wash over you. Being in Damian's arms, celebrating your victory together, makes everything worth it. With him by your side, you know you can face any challenge that comes your way.

In that quiet moment, surrounded by the sounds of the bustling backstage area, you bask in the love and support of your amazing boyfriend, Damian Priest. The victory in the ring is incredible, but the victory in love and friendship is even greater. With him beside you, you feel invincible, ready to take on whatever the future holds – both as a WWE Superstar and as someone deeply loved and cherished.

[winedarkthoughts]

I need to get something off my chest about botanist Yoongi. First of all thank you so much for your amazing story I am obsessed. But botanist has infiltrated my life. I can’t grow plants to save my life 😩 but was gifted a bonsai tree seed set thingy and now every time I look at it all I can think about is Yoongi so lovingly taking care of it and it makes my little black shriveled heart happy. I have been babying this plant and it has a tiny sprout 🌱 starting to peak out and I could honestly cry. So long rambling coming to an end, thank you for botanist Yoongi and House Of Addams 🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼🫰🏼

okay so a few points:

first of all, this is so fucking adorable are you kidding me??

i have a few plants that i have kept alive for several years BUT ONLY BECAUSE they are extremely resilient like i barely do anything to them they just decided they wanted to stick around

THAT IS AMAZING bonsais are super finicky so that's super cool!! botanist yoongi would be so proud babes 💖

thank YOU for sending this lovely message in it truly brightened my day!!

this is botanist yoongi admiring your efforts:

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member takes care of sick Dahyun

A/N: I got an ask on Wattpad from one of my besties on Wattpad and I loved writing it, ty bae! AmeliaLunaSky :D

The request: Can you do one about one of the member is sick this time and the 10th member takes care of her back? (The other members are not around) And with them cuddle as well? I always wanted to write those kind of stuff in mine but I always forgot to hahaha (added this just for you guys to check her book) I don't really have a specific member in mind but maybe someone from the maknae line? But it's up to you I'm fine with anyone one of them. Thank you!!

PS: Tysm for everyone that reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The soft, muted light of a cloudy afternoon filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the cosy living room. A sense of tranquillity hung in the air, the usual laughter and chatter of TWICE's members absent for the moment. Y/N found herself seated on the couch, a book in her hands, her attention divided between the words on the pages and the sound of raindrops tapping lightly on the window.

Dahyun had been under the weather for the past couple of days, a rare occurrence for the perpetually energetic and vibrant girl. The maknae had taken it upon herself to nurse her back to health, much to Dahyun's initial protests. However, as Dahyun's sniffles grew more pronounced and her energy dwindled, she eventually surrendered to her younger sister's insistence.

Y/N's gaze lifted from the book when she heard a soft cough from the direction of Dahyun's room. Putting the book down, she stood up and padded towards the room, her footsteps almost inaudible on the plush carpet. Pushing the door open, she found her Dahyun unnie curled up in bed, her cheeks flushed with fever, a stark contrast to her usual bright and lively self. The girl tried to speak softly, her voice a soothing melody that cut through the quiet of the room with care.

Y/N - Hey there.

Dahyun glanced up, her eyes brightening at the sight of Y/N even if her throat hurt and she had a massive headache. 

Dahyun - Hey, babe. 

Y/N - How are you feeling? *frown of concern*

Dahyun managed a weak smile. 

Dahyun - Like a popsicle in a desert (I'm laughing a little as I write this, sorry guys lmao).

Y/N chuckled and walked closer to the bed. She reached out and gently placed the back of her hand against Dahyun's forehead, checking her temperature. 

Y/N - You're still pretty warm...

Dahyun pouted playfully. 

Dahyun - Am I too hot to handle?

Y/N's lips curved into a smile. 

Y/N - Just the right amount of warmth.

Dahyun's eyes twinkled, and she shifted slightly in bed. 

Dahyun - I'm glad you're here, sis.

Y/N - Of course! I'm going to make sure you get better soon. *nodding with a smile on her face*

As if on cue, Dahyun let out another soft cough, her features scrunching up in discomfort. Y/N's heart clenched at the sight, and she reached out to tuck a loose strand of Dahyun's hair behind her ear.

Y/N - Let's get you something to drink.

The youngest suggested as she moved to the small table by the bedside where a glass of water sat.

Dahyun nodded, her expression grateful. Y/N helped her sit up slightly, supporting her back with a couple of pillows. As Dahyun took small sips of water, TWICE's honey couldn't help but admire her resilience. Even in her sickly state, there was an undeniable strength that emanated from her.

Dahyun - Thank you love. 

Dahyun murmured, her gaze fixed on her dongsang as she placed the glass back on the table.

Y/N settled back on the edge of the bed, her presence a comforting anchor for Dahyun. 

Y/N - You don't need to thank me. Taking care of you is the least I can do, unnie.

Dahyun's eyes softened, her vulnerability showing through. 

Dahyun - You know, I always thought I had to be strong and cheerful all the time for the group.

Y/N's brows furrowed in empathy. 

Y/N - You don't have to be anything you're not, Dahyun unnie. You're allowed to have moments of weakness.

Dahyun's lips quirked into a sorrowful smile. 

Dahyun - I guess I'm still learning that, lovebug.

TWICE's kid reached out and gently took Dahyun's hand in her own, their fingers intertwining. 

Y/N - We all are, in our own ways.

Dahyun's eyes locked onto her younger sister's, a silent understanding passing between them. At that moment, the weight of Dahyun's illness seemed to lift, replaced by a connection that transcended words.

As the afternoon stretched on, the maknae remained by Dahyun's side, engaging her in light conversations and sharing stories that drew smiles and laughter from both of them. She made sure Dahyun took her medicine, brought her warm soup and made sure she was as comfortable as possible.

As the evening deepened, the room grew dimmer, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm ambience. Y/N stretched out on the bed next to Dahyun, her presence a reassuring constant. Dahyun nestled against her dongsang's side, her head resting on the younger girl's shoulder.

Dahyun - Thank you for being here, sweetheart. You're my family and I love you. 

Dahyun whispered that, her voice barely more than a breath.

Y/N's arm wound around her gently, pulling her closer. 

Y/N - Always, unnie. You're my sister too, I can't live without any of you guys!

The rain continued its gentle rhythm outside, a lullaby that wrapped around them. In the quietude of the moment, Y/N's fingers found Dahyun's, their hands fitting together naturally, like pieces of a puzzle.

Dahyun's breathing grew steadier, her eyelids drooping as exhaustion finally caught up with her as she was under the care of her baby sister. Y/N pressed a soft kiss to the top of her head, a gesture filled with tenderness. As Dahyun drifted off into slumber, her fingers tightened around Y/N's hand, as if seeking solace even in her dreams.

And so, amidst the rain's serenade, Y/N held Dahyun close, their hearts entwined in a moment of quiet intimacy. In the midst of vulnerability and sickness, a bond grew stronger, forged in the understanding that sometimes, the most powerful way to heal was through connection and simply being there for each other. TWICE's angel could only have one thought as they stayed there together:

I love my dear older sisters.

A/N: I apologise for any errors, English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there's something wrong, ty for reading <3

[bijoupreciieux]

i'm just thinking out loud tbhhh

there's  just  something  about  actresses/actors  being  very  passionate  about  and  genuinely  loving  roles  involving  classic  characters  that  makes  me  trust  them  more  to  play  that  role?  like  ari@na  very  clearly  adoring  the  oz  universe  and  finding  comfort  in  it  since  her  childhood,  tweeting  as  clear  back  as  2011  about  how  badly  she  wanted  to  play  glinda,  auditioning  for  the  movie  five  times,  saying  “i'm  going  to  take  such  good  care  of  her"  or  like  h@lle  bail/ey  wearing  out  her  family's  vhs  tape  of  the  little  mermaid  because  she  watched  it  over  and  over  &  pretending  to  be  ariel  when  she  went  swimming  while  she  was  growing  up  and  being  overall  positive  about  the  character  of  ariel. 

i  just  feel  like  when  there's  genuine  love  and  excitement  and  even  a  sense  of  them  feeling  honored  to  carry  on  a  legacy  in  a  way  —  it  makes  me  feel  like  that  character  is  in  good  hands?  now  at  least  one  instance  where  this  wasn't  the  case  was  with  b&tb  (  2017  )  bc  from  what  i  remember  emma  was  a  fan  of  belle  and  had  good  things  to  say  about  the  original  but  i'm  not  really  a  fan  of  her  portrayal  of  the  character.  so  i  know  someone  liking  or  even  loving  a  character  doesn't  guarantee  that  they  will  play  them  well  but  i  feel  like  most  of  the  time  they  do.  it  certainly  makes  me  feel  more  willing  to  give  them  a  chance.

r/achel's  comments  about  snow  white  suggest  that  she  has  no  love  for  the  character  or  film  (  “I  was  scared  of  the  original  version.  I  think  I  watched  it  once  and  never  picked  it  up  again.  I’m  being  so  serious”  ,  “We  absolutely  wrote  a  Snow  White  that...  she’s  not  going  to  be  saved  by  the  prince,  and  she’s  not  going  to  be  dreaming  about  true  love."  )  i  just  wish  they'd  gotten  someone  who  loves  snow  white  &  not  only  admires  her  soft/caring  personality  but  also  sees  she  has  a  sassy  side?  someone  who  sees  her  resilience?  who  doesn't  just  see  her  as  anti-feminist  caricature  to  be  “fixed”  or  completely  changed  to  fit  modern  day  feminist  ideals.

it's  just  weird  to  me  that  people  still  push  the  narrative  that  female  characters  need  to  always  be  these  tough  as  nails,  no  nonsense,  boss  babes  like  i  enjoy  those  characters  too  but  it's  not  anti-feminist  to  have  female  characters  who  are  “softer”  in  personality  and  who  yearn  for  things  like  romance.  like  meg  said  in  little  women  —  “just  because  my  dreams  are  different  than  yours  doesn't  mean  they're  unimportant”

[mysticinsightstarot]

hello.

how are you?

may i please have a reading on my future spouse's and i's love story? my initials are SB, if you require them!

thank you. <3

Yeah ofc !♡

Btw I love your profile pic Jennie 📸 💓

Loads of love and blessings 🙌 💖 💕

✨The Love Story of You and Your Future Spouse✨

1. The Initial Meeting: Queen of Pentacles & The Tower OMG! 💥 Your first encounter is going to be one for the books! Imagine someone as grounded and nurturing as the Queen of Pentacles, just minding her business, and then BOOM—along comes The Tower! This meeting is going to shake things up in ways neither of you will see coming. Maybe you're casually sipping coffee, and suddenly—like a bolt of lightning—you lock eyes and everything changes! Expect the unexpected, babe! 💥💫

2. First Impressions: Ace of Cups Cue the heart-eyes! 😍 From the moment you meet, there’s an overflow of emotions—like your souls just click. It’s that pure, fresh, butterflies-in-your-stomach kind of vibe, filled with potential for a deep, loving connection. Aww, so cute! 🥰💖

3. The Attraction: Strength Ooooh, it’s that inner fire that draws you both in! 🔥 You’re both going to admire each other’s resilience and the strength you see in one another. It’s like your hearts recognize that you can weather any storm together. There’s a fierce loyalty and courage that sparks your attraction—an unbreakable bond forming right from the start. 💪💞

4. Early Challenges: The Hermit Uh-oh, early on, one of you might feel the need to retreat and figure things out solo. 🧘‍♀️ It could be that the intensity of the connection makes you or your partner want to hit pause and dive deep into some self-reflection. But don’t worry—this introspection will only strengthen your bond in the long run. 🌙🕯

5. The Deepening Connection: The Emperor As your relationship evolves, it takes on this solid, structured vibe. 🏛 Your connection deepens as you both step into your power, building a strong, stable foundation together. There’s respect, security, and a mutual understanding of each other’s roles in the relationship. It’s giving serious power couple energy! 💼👑

6. First Declaration of Love: 7 of Pentacles & 6 of Pentacles Your first "I love you" comes after a period of nurturing and growth. 🌱 There’s been effort put in—time invested—and you’ll feel that it’s the right moment because things are balanced and fair between you two. It’s like you both realize, “Yes, this is worth it, and we’re both giving and receiving equally.” Awww, talk about mutual love! 💌💖

7. The First Major Milestone: High Priestess, 2 of Pentacles & 2 of Wands The first major milestone is all about intuition and balance. 🌙 You both intuitively know that you’re meant to be, but there’s a bit of juggling—maybe balancing careers, long distance, or deciding on the future. But together, you’ll make a decision that sets the course for your future plans. It’s a significant step that aligns with your shared vision. 🌟🌏

8. Emotional Foundation: Page of Wands & 5 of Swords Your relationship's emotional core is a blend of youthful curiosity and the ability to overcome conflicts. 🕊️ While there may be disagreements or challenges, your connection is rooted in passion and the desire to learn and grow together. The Page of Wands brings a sense of adventure, while the 5 of Swords teaches you both to pick your battles wisely. 🎒⚔️

9. Shared Values: 5 of Cups & 2 of Cups You both value emotional healing and connection. 🌧️💧 Even when things get tough, you both understand the importance of working through disappointments together, finding solace in each other. The 2 of Cups shows that, at your core, you value partnership, love, and unity, turning any past hurts into something beautiful. 🥂💞

10. Spiritual Connection: The Lovers Oh, honey, you two are spiritually meant to be. ✨ The Lovers card confirms that your connection transcends the physical—this is a divine union, blessed by the universe. Your souls are intertwined, destined to walk this path together. It’s like you were made for each other, and your spiritual bond is unbreakable. 💫💑

11. External Challenges: The Chariot & Knight of Pentacles Life’s going to throw some curveballs at you two—there might be obstacles like long distances or career demands—but you both have the determination to keep moving forward. 🏇 The Chariot shows your resilience, while the Knight of Pentacles indicates that slow and steady wins the race. You’re in it for the long haul, no matter what! 🛤️💼

12. Internal Challenges: 8 of Wands, 5 of Pentacles & Wheel of Fortune Inside the relationship, there might be moments of feeling left out or overwhelmed by rapid changes. 🌪️ But don’t fret—the Wheel of Fortune is here to remind you that life’s ups and downs are all part of the journey. Even when things seem tough, trust that everything is unfolding as it should. Keep the faith, and know that brighter days are ahead. 🎢🍀

13. How You Overcome Challenges: Justice Balance, fairness, and honesty are your go-to strategies for overcoming any hurdles. ⚖️ You both value what’s right and just, and that shared sense of ethics will guide you through any rough patches. By treating each other with respect and fairness, you’ll navigate challenges together with grace. 💍💌

14. Future Together: The Magician Your future together is pure magic! ✨ You two have all the tools you need to create the life you desire. With the power of manifestation, you’ll turn dreams into reality. This card is a beautiful sign that your relationship is destined to be full of possibility and success. You’re co-creators of your destiny! 🪄🌟

15. Legacy of Your Love: 8 of Pentacles & The Sun Your love leaves a legacy of hard work, joy, and fulfillment. 🌻 The 8 of Pentacles shows that you’ll build something lasting through dedication, while The Sun radiates happiness and vitality. Together, you’ll create a life filled with warmth and success that others admire. Your love story is one of triumph and bright, sunny days! ☀️🌻

16. Message from the Universe: Knight of Cups, 9 of Wands & 7 of Wands The universe wants you to know that love is a journey of persistence and protection. 🛡️ The Knight of Cups reminds you to keep your heart open and romantic, while the 9 and 7 of Wands encourage you to stand your ground and protect your love. Don’t give up—this love is worth fighting for, and with perseverance, you’ll overcome any challenge. 🥀⚔️

Bottom of the Deck: 8 of Cups The underlying theme is all about growth and moving towards what truly fulfills you. 🌊 At the core of your journey is the courage to leave behind anything that doesn’t serve your highest good, walking towards a love that is deeply satisfying. Trust the journey—you’re heading towards something beautiful. 🌅✨

Your love story is an epic tale of strength, resilience, and deep spiritual connection. With the universe guiding you, there’s no doubt that this journey will be filled with magic, growth, and everlasting love. 💖🌟 What a beautiful path ahead! 🌈