#but ouuuu Aura.....

[earl-grey-teacake]

OUUUU WILL POWER 👀👀👀👀👀 now i’m curious for the older driver like do they shift into more predatory and dangerous animal and that’s why the older drivers were on the front and what are their animals?? like Will seems to be a predator especially with him leaving that kind of impression of Mark man they all super protective of Logie now

Not necessarily, sometimes it’s not their animal but rather just them and how they hold themselves. They don’t need to be a predatory animal to be threatening some of them just have that aura around them.

Scott Dixon is a Himalayan Tahr. Himalayan Tahr are herbivores and are preyed on by snow leopards. However, the drivers who are able to turn into predators like snow leopards are not going to pick a fight with Scott because he isn’t terrified of any of them and he’s more than willing to stomp on them or stab them with his horns.

Some drivers have I have not fully decided yet and some are kept secret for the plot 🤫 but you are more than welcomed to guess

[aquared]

is it normal to just follow people because you like their aura

like ouuuu you like the same things i like … i wanna see more of what you see … i guess

[hyukascampfire]

the way i’ve been procrastinating answering this reblog because i was so giddy over it omg. i literally cannot put into words how fulfilling this was to read because 1. i love you (sorry that’s not nonchalant of me) and 2. UR THE BEST READER EVER? you just get it. like you just stay getting things omg. every detail, you picked up on IM SO GAGGED this is a dream. hehe now lemme get into it.

did i intend for this to be a few of my fav parts of the review for me to answer so that it didn’t end up half as long as the fic? yes, but who cares i had a good time >.<;

First of all, your writing is insane. Have i mentioned that?? are you aware of this ??? you have such a unique diction/syntax that i just find so alluring… you’ve managed to set the premise and the tone so well in just a paragraph, im floored ???

hey so actually do u want me dead because this is insane and i’ll be thinking of this for so long. i feel like a kid in a candy shop this is so ♡

it’s so crazy how something so simple as a description of tyun’s eyes and his emotions is able to convey so much, but also it’s so genius… i guess the eyes really are the window to the soul ! your writing is just so wonderfully vivid and in-scene, it’s capturing….

i love describing eyes that’s my achilles heel UGH I JUST FEEL LIKE THEY CAN SAY SO MUCH,,, especially with a character as in is own head like this taehyun. he won’t say everything and he’s good at a mask, but there WILL be signs. (also vivid and in-scene is literally all i’ve ever needed to hear yes i’m writing abt this in my diary)

it’s so immersive and im obsessed. the dialogue is just… yum… it’s so formal, surface level, and kinda awkward at times— you just encapsulated that feeling of small talk and that surprise of seeing an old classmate so well… 

YES EXACTLY i absolutely wanted to capture the awful aura of meeting someone from school that you haven’t spoken to in super long AND you were never really close with AND there’s this weird, charged energy in the air that you can’t explain. awkward asf but ofc you’d try to make small talk yk? so real. i definitely wanted readers to feel that and i’m giddy that it worked >.<!!

And holy shit. the way you describe taehyun is so…. ouuuu… i need to sit down. take a breather. all these little things like “strong brows”, his glasses (tyun + glasses… smths purring) to that paragraph where you talked abt how much he’s changed ??? jesus… you describe him so well it’s actually making me tweak having to put that image together, because its so accurate,,

i was horny for him whay can i say

It’s like every detail is incredibly important here, and that attention/deliberation is something i dont see often !!!

STOP IM CLAWING AT THE WALLS because i literally love you so much and yes, every word is meticulously put in place because i knew that i needed to create suspension AND suspension of belief for readers for it to hit the right way. ily omg you are just a noticer

“Something that makes you feel weird—one of those hair-rising feelings that you cannot explain, but feel innately to your core. A primal hunger being fed, a twitching of his lips, as though vindicated.” this part right here… i cant even begin to explain how much i love it. just that instinctive feeling of something’s wrong, but being unable to put your finger on it ???

THSSSS because in my head, taehyun’s the type of yandere that has a mask PERFECTED. in my head, he wasn’t so good at in highschool, awkward and off-putting, but now he’s polished himself up REAL good, and all you’d get is little moments of like?? that’s weird? or just like that feeling that women get that something is inherently wrong. but he also wouldn’t seem off, very charming and stuff, so there’s kinda a plausible doubt there where you’d think that it’s a you problem & brush it off 😭 i think that’s how he gets away with a lot that he did in this. because he doesn’t seem like the type (which, there is no type but i catch myself reasoning like that all the time with weird dudes)

i was cussing taehyun tf OUT in my head bc bro wtf !!! tires are so expensive… but also. great job ! however at a first read i did try to give him the benefit of the doubt bc idk,,, you never know !

I KNOW he could’ve left the tires out of his master plan </3 that hurt

the shift of perspective of the cabin is just delicoussss urgggghhh like omfg. The mc being so excited for this trip only for it to be flipped in the blink of an eye, and now the place feels haunting, the wind and snow is howling and whipping ?? god you’re so good. 

THIS IS WHAT I MEANNNN you just notice. a lot of time readers will be reading and feel the shift, but not necessarily be able to put their fingers on what it is. which is not a bad thing at all, it’s the intention of a writer, but THERES SMTH ABOUT SOMEONE BEINT ABLE TO NOTICE THE SMALL DIFFERENCES omfg i’m kicking my feetsies over this.

because in my mind i was kinda wondering is this it?! Just like that?!! But nooo… the tension and suspense here is pure art… along with the glasses in the snow. My jaw was on the floor i just can’t get enough of how well executed and smooth your writing is. lets make out pls (consensually ^^)

never that easy 🙂‍↔️ i like to drag it ouuuuut (yes and i’m already at the altar i fear, what kinda ring u want)

i love it. the way you casually write “Could you even drive away in this, if you needed to?” only to switch it over to cute christmas music and cooking ????!! like hello…. Lets go back to that!!! (i love that you don’t obv. the switch in tone is pure whiplash and really cements how helpless the mc is here.) but at this point, oh… im getting nervous…! 

NO CAUSE SHES SO ME like yes i’ll be thinking abt worst case scenario ALWAYS!

when taehyun texted the mc my first thought was what the hell. How the fuck does he have her number. bc if the lack of contact name is any sign, she did not give it to him !! and you know what… i love that you don’t explain this. it really says a lot about mc’s character, because hello!U%#%) you’re not freaked out or suspicious ?? then again, if tyun was knocking on my door, helpless and stranded…. #letsnotsay

because i would be freaked tf out i can’t even get texts from random numbers irl with my tummy doing a lil flip like SHE RLLY SAW HIS NAME IN THE MESSAGE AND DIDNT THINK TWICE? idc, if it’s an unknown number you are blocked 😭 U JUST NOTICE EVERY DETAIL i’m bringing you home with me. i absolutely did want to gloss over the fact that she did not give him her number, because she didn’t even consider that. poor girl LMAO

those physical descriptions of tyun are pure perfection. drooled a bit.  (plus the description of how he smells?? i love a good scent description, i think it can say a lot about a character— and you killed this. “haunting in the way that the wilder edges of a forest could be” ???  i gasped…) (also also, you describing his dimple as a “delicious contrast” against his face…. oh, you get it.)

i love a good smell description and i just know he smells so good n sexy and mm mm mm ! i absolutely use subliminal imagery in little details about characters like this, because it paints a picture in readers’ heads without even having to do heavy work, i just get to be horny over taehyun and say he smells good 🙄!! also YES MAAM oh i need him badly right now… ugh ily and this all is the best coming from u

you know,,, as i started analyzing this a bit more, i realized something; i think it’s so interesting seeing the different ways tyun/the mc perceive taehyun ??? does that make sense?? Reading it back and watching taehyun be like “you never paid attention to me… why did you never look at me?” vs the contrast of the mc being like “he’s no longer lanky… or shy and hesitant like back then. and also his face has changed and his dimple is still there and—” seeing that warped perception just really shows how demented taehyun is… the details here, oh em gee…

HAVE I TOLD YOU I LOVE YOU? have you taken a literary analysis class YOURE TOO GOOD AT THIS i just fell to my knees. i’m so happy i get to yap about all the intricate stuff i injected into this fic for the atmosphere and character development. i just swooned. i 1000% intentionally created a dissonance between taehyun’s perception of himself and MC’s view on him, and MC’s thoughts on him. he has a warped sense of everything, and MC literally does not have a clue. he projects his own obsession and insecurity regarding who he used to be on her when all shes thinking abt is how different one of her old classmates is and how silly it is that they ran into each other like this! he sees things through a cracked lens if you will 😋

the fact that taehyun glosses over his lack of glasses. i am so in love. Just the way he bulldozes past that question and turns it back to her, the way you describe his reaction !!(%97n how many times can i say that im in love with you before it starts to feel creepy….

(well i’ve already told u i love you a few times so i think it cancels out or smth….) and YES he was not going to be acknowledging that incriminating question so better off distracting 😭 he knows better

but mc. girl. I dont care how hot tyun is— i get it, i do— but. Never tell a man you’re alone !!>?????? IN THIS RANDOM ASS CABIN????!! but also, it’s just so telling of how aloof mc is, and how much she doesn’t see tyun as a threat. genius :3

THIS CAUSE SURVIVAL INSTINCT? thats rule number one? but yes genuinely that kinda stuff did not even cross her mind, she had no clue to what degree she was being circled at this point U_U;

also calling the sight of his back mouth-watering is genuinely the funniest thing ever LMFAO #real #NEED (oh and. the fact that the mc is like “at least it’s taehyun here, and not some creep” :D is just. tew good.)

back 🤤🤤🤤 taehyun’s back 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

i love that we get absolutely no look into his mind, even as the readers. the only revelations of how he feels/what he’s thinking only come from what he tells us. i’d kill to know what’s going on in his mind through these scenes… 

YES that man has a mask of steel. it’s definitely inspired by this certain face that taehyun does in real life, just like a stone cold one (um hot) that i’m not sure if he does on purpose but jt DOES things to me, and u imagined that a lot here. he’s the type that you will not know what is going on in there until he wants you to.

just to find out that it was from letters he’s written to her before?? holy shit, this is such a cool development to add, and i honestly enjoyed the vagueness of it— it’s fitting, considering the mc herself doesn’t remember either. and jesus… the awkwardness of tyun’s serious ass “lets cuddle or we’ll die” followed by mc basically going “hmm… i guess…?” is just too good. you’re so good at writing tension,, that little anticipation of what the fuck is tyun gonna do next ?

THE TRNSION YES and also i do wish i did clarify that it was because he wrote to her a LITTLE more, because i fear it seems it wasnt clear to anybody but me, but i do like this vague air that was throughout the fic, so maybe i’ll keep it that way and leave readers question and as lost as MC was hehe.

…. all for them to end up cuddled up in a few hours >__< god. i love this trope. I LOVE THIS TROPE !!! had me twirling my hair a bit hehehe… 

no me too i knew i had to do the community a service with thsi fanfic classic UGH ITS JUST TOO GOOD and with a yandere char? it’s smth else. i was giggling at the screen v much.

“Don’t move.” when i tell you i just. i screamed a little. listen to me…. i don’t know what kinda magic spell you put in this that made taehyun’s characterization so good. the way his words are so curt and simple… the descriptions you use for his voice, the “firm command” feel his voice has— he’s just so domineering that i’m genuinely giggling rn, blushing thinking abt it… he’s just so calculating and powerful and it drives me insane ???? and the fact that the mc apologizes, and all tyun says is “That didn’t take very long.” …. oh my god. meow . meowmeowmeowmeowmeow MEEEEOWWWW!!!!!

MEOWEWW REALLLL this is my all time favorite way to write taehyun. i always seem to slip into it because i just breathe jt like oxygen. in my head, he just has this capacity for cool calculatedness that is SO sexy and alluring, but also chilling on him. my perfect candidate for a yandere aside from soobin, but i think they’d be very different genres of yandere. i started this page off with a cold taehyun and i will die with cold taehyun clutched in my cold dead hands i just LOVE IT

holy shit this shift and reveal,,, im so in love. the continuous buildup and unease that comes in the beginning, just for it to all crash down as his true character is revealed,,, he’s so degrading, objectifying, jealous, possessive, straight up twisted.

HE IS SO WARPED the moment he lets MC see it, you realize how deep it goes and omfg do you feel it. i certainly felt it writing like I was writing at the edge of my seat he’s INSANE

“It’s how you like it, isn’t it?” the. the the the the the uhm uhm uhm. the IMPLICATIONS HERE !!!!!?????

MY GUILTY PLEASURE LINE SHUT UP

Man. i think i genuinely blacked out during the smut. This had to be the most intense, hottest, terrifying smut i’ve ever read. It felt like straight up predator/prey dynamics up in this bitch, i’m stunned.

i blacked out writing it and then i just did again reading this cause WTF I LOVE U i am going to pass out. YES. absolutely predator/prey dynamics between them and i LOVE TO HAVE ANOTHER P/P WNJOYER GIGGLE OVER THIS WITH ME ILYSM

saying the mc needs him???

AHHHHHHH

you’ve caused permanent psychological damage please take responsibility. 

I’m sorry i can’t even handle my own at the moment we’ll have to split the difference

the immediate sobering up and realization that the mc just let tyun do that afterwards is so,,, dreadful,, you captured it so well

i’m so her causw that woukd be me

and my god… that ending. i stood up, applauded, cheered, whistled, screamed for an encore. just pure perfection. having it all crash down on the mc at once, making both her and the readers realize the gravity of the situation, the fact that its so over, i loved it. it’s just pure defeat, especially when it’s said that there’s truly no escape— you were already in his web. Beautifully open-ended, you can’t help but just sit there and think,,, well, fuck. 

WNDINGN IS MY FAV PART i think about this ending all the time. i wanted it as open ended as possible so that we feel as lost and reeling as MC does, because as much as she doesn’t know what’s happening to her, we don’t. and just that last line is my absolute favorite ><!! UGGGGHH

oh, and don’t get me started on this playlist; first of all, the titled being a hozier song?? Specifically it will come back??? All of these songs are so fitting, the playlist could get a review of its own; i’m sorry, but i’m gonna have to steal some of these songs. 

THIS OART i stood up and clicked my heels in glee IT WILL COME BACK IS THE NASTIEST RAUNCHIEST HOZIER SONG in the most like primal way (if u can’t tell i’m such a freak about him bht also that song) and i knew it had to be that, because in my head it perfectly encapsulates that eeriness of taehyun. i’m so gagged and STEAL EM TAKE EM i love this playlist to bits

im so incredibly shocked with the fact that i just read this… for free. your writing is so charming and beautiful, you’re so talented and smart and i seriously am in so much awe at how amazing this fic is !! this characterization will be on my mind forever, as will this fic— i think it’s one of my favorites i’ve ever read on this silly app. simply unreal… 

i personally will be thinking about this perfect 10/10 beautiful and sweet review forever as well, i love you to bits and i jumped when i got this notification like i was in messages w my bbies serene rain and cam and we all geeked tf out cause WDYMMM. thank you so much for this, i know how much work it is, it’s the best thing to have someone go as in depth as you did with this and i will kiss you a thousand times on the lips to thank you and let you know i’ve read it six times over (consensually of course)

IT WIŁŁ COME BAC₭ ⠀,, k.th

it’s a small world. you knew this, but you came to really believe it when you ran into an old classmate at the grocery store on a snowy vacation. how strange is that? even more so when he shows up once more at the door of your cabin, frozen from the cold and needing your help. ִֶָ. ´-

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𝖕airings ˒ yandere!taehyun 𝑥 reader

ℊ ; smut ˒ thriller ˒ yandere

𝖜arnings ˒ dubcon!!, baby trapping, dark & yandere themes, taehyun has a warped view of the world, doggy, rough sex, mentions of breeding, stalking, he’s slightly off putting, possessiveness & jealousy… duh!, hard dom!taehyun, nasty freaky stuff, corruption but like not conventionally?, unprotected sex, mentions of not taking birth control, creampie, biting and hickeys, obsession, DDNE please read these and decide for yourself if you’re comfortable reading! let me know if i’ve missed any tags.

✎୭ ashlynn's note this one is a delicious gift from 🍵 anon!!! i’ve never gone this dark. IM KINDA NERVOUS. i really hope you like it!! please let me know if i miss any tags!

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“Taehyun?”

The man turns around, brow pinched and eyes searching for who’d said his name. When those sharp, intelligent eyes land on you, familiarity passes over them. In the black, there’s a shine, and the shape of them softens into something else; something you’re more used to, on him.

“Hey,” he says. His arms are full of supplies and groceries. Knitting his strong brows together, he says, “What are you doing out here?”

You toss the chips you’d been grabbing before you noticed him into your cart. It falls with a crinkle down onto the mountain of other snacks just like it. You should probably pick up some real food, too. The others shouldn’t have made food your job. If it was up to you, the cabinets would be stuffed with an array of quick snacks. Cooking isn’t really your strong suit. 

“I’m gonna spend a few nights at a cabin here with some friends. We wanted to find some snow, since it never snows back home,” you say, and then you laugh at the absurdity of finding someone from your hometown all the way out here. What are the odds of that? Especially since everybody graduated and scattered out into their own moving lives. “What are you doing out here?”

He reaches up to push his glasses up his nose, an easy smile on his lips. The sight of it brings back memories.

Taehyun and you had not been the closest in high school. You were in different crowds, and he kept to his own anyway. But the few times you two did interact, by some assigned group project or an incidental brief exchanging of words, he was nice enough. 

He changed a lot, though. If someone were to ask you yesterday if you remember him from school, the image you would’ve imagined is at stark odds with the man standing  in front of you now. Where the long, lanky limbs and unsure demeanor of a boy once was, there is now all the confidence of a man. The angles of him are sharper, more defined and chiseled. And, his shoulders… He’s gotten broader, too. The butterflies in your belly are strange; It’s strange feeling like this over a man you might not have looked twice at years ago. He wasn’t ugly by any means, back then. You just… had an eye out for other things. Your palate was different.

He answers, “Touché.” Stepping back, he lets another customer push their cart through the gap between you. “It’s been so long since I’ve seen you. What have you been up to? Back home for break? It seems like everybody from school moved on. It’s nice seeing someone from our class.”

It’s not an answer to your question, but the snow gear and thick jackets in his arms tell you enough. He’s seeking snow, too. Snow birding is really the only way that you might see snow, here. Snow really only ever comes to the mountain peaks. Speaking up over some storewide announcement that makes the bustle around you impossibly louder, you say, “Oh my god, right? That’s what I was just thinking.” You make your tone light—the kind of saturated sweetness that comes with small talk, all manufactured and stilted. It’s not necessarily awkward; you just are clumsy with this kind of conversation. You just ramble to fill the space. “I… Just have been working. Never went to school. Did I tell you that you look good? What have you been up to?”

For a moment, you think you see a glimpse of something… strange pass over his eyes. Something that makes you feel weird—one of those hair-rising feelings that you cannot explain, but feel innately to your core. A primal hunger being fed, a twitching of his lips, as though vindicated. It’s gone in nothing more than a blink of an eye, and barely even was there in the first place. You’ve got a mushy brain from driving all day, anyway. What a strange thing for your mind to make up, though.

“Nothing much. Work for me, too,” he says, shrugging. “Finally got the chance to get away from it, and decided to come out here.”

Another shopper comes shoving themselves between you. Clearly, your catching up is an obstruction on their very important, very urgent shopping trip. Taking the hint, you tell Taehyun, “I get it, believe me. But…” You gesture at your groceries. “I’ve gotta finish up shopping before everybody gets here. It was nice seeing you! I wish I could linger, really.”

He offers you an easy smile, letting his crossed arms fall away from his chest and shaking his head. “No big deal. I’ve got some stuff to pick up, too. Have a nice one, yeah? Don’t get caught in the blizzard, or anything.”

Snorting, you dip your head  goodbye and say, “I’ll try not to.”

❅

The hardwood floors creak beneath your flustered pacing. “Are you serious? How long is it gonna be?”

“I’m sorry? I didn’t expect someone to slash our fucking tires?” Your friend’s voice cuts in and out through the speakers, one of the few hollow sounds in the cabin. Aside from you and the decor, it’s empty. “I’m sorry that you’re stuck out there, but there’s nothing we can do. You’re going to have to wait it out for a few days. At least until we can get there.”

Gritting your teeth, you give her a tactful Okay, bye, and thumb the big red button. The sound of the call ending echoes, too. Curling your arms around yourself, the whole place feels big and haunting. The howling of whipping wind and snow against the windows doesn’t help.

Someone had slashed their tires, and now you’re going to be here alone. For days. If being alone wasn’t already making knots of your belly, that was. It’s startling: going out of your way to slash someone's tires, but making no attempts at stealing the car or anything in it. Either it’s personal, or somebody just wanted to ruin somebody else’s day. Both leave a sour taste in your mouth.

Your every limb goes rigid at a thump, and in the corner of your eye, there’s movement. When you whip your head to look fully in that direction, all that moves in the window is snow like haze and the trees bending in the same violent wind. Nothing but night and the storm.

Beside yourself, you inch toward the window to look closer. Tugging a thick, willowy curtain to one side, you do a scan.

Sat in the snow, dusting over with heavy white flakes as you look, are a pair of glasses. You are not stupid enough to go out and get a closer look. 

❅

With the fireplace roaring, the place doesn’t feel so empty. 

You waited all day for the snow to stop coming down so hard. If you’re going to be alone here for days, you want to go out and spend the daylight away around other people.

Really, you just don’t want to be in this cabin all by yourself. You have a bad feeling. It;s unfounded, maybe. But you do.

The snow does not stop falling, and the wind does not stop blowing it into thick piles. It’s everywhere: the whole entire yard is coating thick with it, and so is your car. Could you even drive away in this, if you needed to? Maybe after thirty minutes of plowing snow. You’ve at least kicked enough of it away from the porch to open the door.

At some point, hope for doing anything but toiling around in here dwindled away. With what embers of excitement for vacation you have left, you tugged on some knitted socks and played Christmas classics off your phone.

You’re still playing them as you decide to cook something up. You’re not the best cook, but what do you have to lose? It’ll only be you eating it. If it goes awry, you’ve still got snacks to make into a meal. 

The kitchen comes alive while you work. You tug out all the pots and pans that the cabin owners provide, clicking the stove on while you dance and hum along to the songs that you’d seemingly come out of the womb knowing. Pulling the fridge open to the song of Silver Bells, you decide on something ambitious and set ingredients out over the counters. 

You don’t even get to slicing before there’s a knock at the door. Three very solid, very resounding knocks. The knife makes a clattering sound as you let it drop to the cutting board.

There shouldn’t be anybody out here. Maybe your friends got the car up and running, and forgot to let you know. Your heart thrums a wild, crashing beat, as you swipe your phone up to shoot a quick text.

At the top of a screen, a text comes in from an unknown number. Your belly does a frantic swoop, a thousand different thoughts swarming and shoving to be the one at the forefront of your mind. 

+1 [678-999-8212]

Hey, it’s Taehyun.

+1 [678-999-8212]

I’m sorry if this is weird, but I’m the one who just knocked at your door. I wanted to hike up to my cabin but I’m lost as hell right now, and recognized your car outside

+1 [678-999-8212]

Thought it would be better to ask you for help instead of a random.

You take a moment to blink at the glow of the screen. Taehyun was the one knocking on your door? That both settles you and kicks up more questions. What are the odds that you both rented out cabins from the same people? The world is small; you’re reminded that a lot, these days. 

Sliding your phone into your back pocket, you head for the door. He’s got to be freezing. It’s coming down hard out there.

The door swings open to Taehyun’s face just as frost-glazed as you expected. His jaw chatters and his nose and cheeks are a deep, winter-pink. Despite it, his mouth pulls into a friendly smile—the kind that illustrates in the humorous corners that he is aware of the absurdity of his situation, as well. He keeps his hands tucked into his pockets, a thick winter jacket zipped up to the top dusted at the shoulders with fat snowflakes just the same as on top of his coal-black hair.

“Oh my god,” you say. A laugh seeps through the cracks. “I’ve got the fireplace going hot. Do you wanna come in? How long have you been out there?” Stepping to one side, you offer him entry into your home. Temporary home, that is. 

He tries to rein in the shivers, you can see it in the smile he’s got plastered on his face and the way he buzzes and trembles around the edges like the bitter cold is trying to push against his skin and escape him. “If it doesn’t bother you,” he says, stepping in past you. When he passes, thick in the air, he smells like smoke and the dark woods—it’s musky and familiar, but also haunting in the way that the wilder edges of a forest could be. 

He smells nice. Really nice. The kind of blend of manly musk and cologne that makes a woman look twice. It makes you look twice as he passes, at least.

Him standing there now, eyes roving over the cabin’s wood walls and the knitted blankets and the fire whispering from the living room, you realize how strange it is to be here with an old classmate that you haven’t seen for at least three years. How awkward it is. 

“It doesn’t bother me at all. You did scare me a bit, though,” you say, shooing the wispy chill away with a close of the door. “I’d rather you not freeze to death out there. It’s, like, ten degrees.” You tuck your arms across your chest. “What made you go hiking in this? It’s been nasty today. I haven’t even been able to leave.”

His cheek twitches with a dimple. Even back in school, you noticed that. Then, it’d fit right into his face. Now, it’s a delicious contrast against his angled face. “Sorry I scared you. I knew it’d be weird, but… Yeah, I was freezing out there. I seriously thought I was going to die.” Hair brushes over his eyes, their cunning and sharpness something that draws you in. Like two swirling, black pools of swirling water, they beckon you in a way that you can’t quite digest. “It wasn’t too bad down by the car, and I didn’t know there was a whole damn trail up here, so I… yeah. It got bad.”

Snorting, you nod. “I bet.” You’re not sure what else to say; your mind freezes over in an impermeable frost. You tap around with a pick to try and find words, but there’s no getting through it. You hardly know him. What do you talk about? What are you going to talk about, considering the fact that he’s no doubt going to be here for some time? Until it stops blizzarding so hard outside, at least. 

Charging through the tense moment with a brassiness that you do not remember him carrying back then, Taehyun nods a gesture toward the kitchen and the dinner you’d been in the middle of making. “Making something?” he says. The low, warm light of the cabin washes over him and make his face something cozier than it’d been standing frozen at your front door. It also makes a show of the angles of his cheek as it turns, and the tall line of his nose. Something on him is missing. You can’t capture the notion or put your finger on it, but somewhere in the depths of memory, you feel like there was something there that isn’t here with him now. Maybe it’s a different styling of his hair from the last time you saw him, wind-swept as it is now. Or maybe you’re just stir-crazy. 

“Yeah.” You nod, watching in place as he ventures into the kitchen. Narrowing your eyes down, you try to pinpoint the thought. Is it something small? A pair of earrings? “I was gonna cook up something warm for dinner, but I’m not the best cook. I don’t burn anything, but… it’s never great, you know?”

Taehyun tugs his jacket off his arms, and you confirm that it’s not a certain jacket or something. “I’ll help,” he says, discarding the heavy thing. “Make myself useful.”

“Oh!” you say, bringing your hands together in realization. “Are you not wearing your glasses? Holy shit, I’ve been staring at you thinking something was wrong, but I couldn’t tell what it was.” 

He furrows his brows, corners of his mouth twitching. The look passes over his face in nothing more than a split-second, before something else plasters over it. He crinkles his nose and says, “Huh. I didn’t even notice…” The knife you’d left to let him in glints as he picks it up to assume where you’d left off. “Didn’t you say that you were here with some friends? Is everybody asleep already?”

You trace the lines of his face where those brown glasses had rested the last time you’d seen him. He must’ve forgotten them in his cabin this morning, or something, before he went out. You grab a pot and fill it over the sink for noodles. “Actually, they all got caught up back home. It’s literally just me here for days. I’ve been so bored.” Over your shoulder, you add, “I’m just making some fettuccine and chicken.”

“Caught up?” he says, voice casual and occupied. The sound of the knife against the cutting board as he slices follow his words.

“Yeah. Someone messed their car up bad… Like, knife to the tires and the windows were smashed in all over the seats. It was fucking terrifying.” Clicking the stove on, you set the pot to boil. 

Taehyun doesn’t answer for a few minutes. You look over your shoulder and find him working in the chicken still. He answers, his eyes dragging up to you for a quick moment before making sure he doesn’t cut a finger off, “Did they steal anything?”

Turning to him fully as you wait for the water to bubble and turn over, you say, “That’s the weird thing. They didn’t steal or anything, they just fucked it up and… left.”

“Huh,” he says, furrowing his strong brow down at his working hands. “Yeah, that’s weird. That’s some personal shit. Maybe someone had a shit day.” The end comes out around a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, maybe.” You crack open the cardboard flaps and pour the noodles into the pot. “Still… scary.”

Taehyun takes over the cooking, and you’re happy to entrust dinner to him. He works diligently, and the sight of his back as he stirs and chops and seasons—it’s mouth-watering. This way, you can fully admire him as he does. You’re not much help, anyway. Instead, you just start the gentle hum of Christmas music once more and stay out of his way.

It’s nice to have somebody here. The howling of the wind and the echoing of your own movements back to you has started to become haunting. Maybe having Taehyun here is a bit unconventional, and it really should be your friends here with you, but having him here is the better outcome than some creep being the one knocking at your door. It’s nice to have him here in case that does happen, too.

It’s not like he’s bad company, or anything, either.

When the entirety of the cabin is full with the smell of warm dinner and your conversation, you swoop back in to offer help with something you can manage. Stepping beside him, indulging in his rich scent once more, you plate the dinner he’d made for you. Steam dances up from it and beckons your tastebuds. “You’re, like, a Michelin chef. What the hell? Thank you.”

He doesn’t answer, and in the corner of your eye, you catch his knuckles going white around the counter’s edge where he leans his weight into the arm. Frowning, you go to look up at him.

It leaves his face when you catch it, but you find him looking down at you… different again. Darker, as though the pupils at the center have grown hungry and eaten up the chocolate there. You think you see his jaw tightening and a hard swallow bobbing in his throat, too. His face is so close like this, you can see the plush turn to his lips and the darkness beneath his eyes, and even the chap of his lips.

Flustering, you take a step back and do your work there. You’d stepped way too close to him. Does he think you’re weird? You’ve always been the type with a scarce personal bubble; you forget that others don’t work the same.

“It’s nothing much,” he finally says. It’s cool and collected once more. “I make this all the time. It’s one of my favorites.”

Handing him his plateful, the chicken glistening with glaze and the noodles a swirl of cream and garnish, you say, “You’ll have to write down the recipe for me, or something. I totally want to make it for myself.”

Accepting it with another easy grin, he says, “Yeah, sure.” He forks a bit of chicken off the plate.

The smile does not reach his eyes.

❅

The longer you look at it, the worse the feeling gets.  Black and scrawled in wobbling lines, jagged and dark in places where he’d gone over a line a few times, you just… feel like you’ve seen it all before. It’s a smokey, tainted memory, far-off and obscured no matter how you squint your eyes.

Why do you remember it? Why does the sight of it crawl like dread under your skin and wilt? Sure, you went to school with Taehyun, but you don’t really think recognizing his handwriting should feel like this. Who even pays attention to the handwriting of somebody you interacted with once or twice, anyway?

God. You are dramatic. You kick your legs out of the comforter, swelteringly thick and quilted with a gaudy winter pattern of reds and browns and whites, and fold up the paper to place it on the darkwood bedside table.

The click of you flicking the white switch on echoes off the bathroom’s tiled walls. You reach for your toothbrush on the counter, and then the world goes dark around you.

You freeze, eyes frantically blinking and straining against the blackness to adjust. The power had gone out. There’s a few beats of you stricken in place, toothbrush in hand, thrown for a loop.

Then, the whole cabin goes out as the power to the heater dies, too. You swear. 

Your journey down the hallway is a stumbling of legs and the grooves of the wood-paneled walls against your fingertips. It’s the pitch black of night out here, too. The only thing you can see is the static that fills up the gaps when it’s dark. “Taehyun?” you say. Is he asleep already? You don’t even know where the room he’d taken for the night is, relative to where you are now.

Nothing answers you for a few moments, and then from an opening door, light floods like a miracle. The shape of him, the light from his phone’s flashlight just enough to dimly illuminate his features, comforts you. His hair is ruffled, like he’d just drug himself from bed.

“Power went out,” he says. It’s awfully loud, now that you two are the only sounds in here. 

“Yeah, I think I just had a little heart attack. I was up brushing my teeth.” Why hadn’t you thought to use your phone’s light? “The heater… We’re gonna freeze to death. Do you think they have a generator, or something? The fireplace doesn’t really do much…”

He features glow in as he moves the phone. “Mine didn’t. It’s fine, my room’s got a fireplace in it. We can close the door and get it warm in there.”

“Better than nothing,” you say, shrugging and following him in.

You plop on his bed, the surface of it cold and plush, while he works on kindling a fire. “This is, like, nowhere near where I thought I’d be for vacation.”

He readjusts the logs, dry and perfect for burning, into a point. Poking and prodding, Taehyun says, “Not having fun?”

You snort at the dry and flat delivery. “Friends haven’t even gotten back to me, I’m snowed in, and I’m locked in here with a total stranger.” You draw out the last word as a joke, your smile painting the tone playful, but it’s the truth. You don’t know Taehyun one bit. It’s just as strange and unpredictable as the other things on the list of things that have gone awry. “I guess I had a good dinner, so I can’t be complaining too much.”

Curling up to his full height, he takes a knee and settles into the bed beside you. “Make some room for this stranger, won’t you? We should probably try to use our body heat.”

Laughing, you go to say something to rift off his joke. It dies in your throat when he doesn’t join you. In an awkward sort of panic, you wince and say, “Yeah, it’s cold as hell. We’re gonna freeze to death in our sleep.”

And, ridiculously, you crawl under the covers. You don’t know why you do it; maybe it’s because he’s completely serious and watching you, or maybe because it’s true that you might actually get so cold in your sleep that you die if you don’t. Either way, you do. You don’t know which way to settle: facing him or with your back turned to him. Both are strange, but which is stranger?

Facing him, you decide that turning your back to him just doesn’t settle in your soul right.

“Weird night,” he says, sliding himself under the blanket’s covering. The same blanket that you lay in. “But…” he says, eyes flickering over you laid there. He looks as though he’s going to say something else, but he decides against it. “Good night.”

He does you a favor and turns his back to you.

❅

Night still holds the world in its claws when your eyes flutter open.

You shift to try and find that perfect position that’ll lull you back into sleep, slipping your legs over the sheets and shifting your cheek against your arm and wiggling your hips against the solid pressure behind you.

The pressure behind you. Stilling, your eyes fly open.

The weight of Taehyun behind you, his chest rising and falling, and the warmth of him, pierce through sleep’s haze like a white-hot knife. You’re all the way on his side of the bed, pressing your bottom into him. Shame creeps its wicked way from your chest and then out through your skin, blazing the skin of your cheeks. You push up on an elbow to scoot back to your side of the bed as slow and covertly as you can manage.

Fingers like teeth, biting the skin of your waist, stop you. Your heart jumps.

“Don’t move.” Taehyun’s breath and words curl out over the juncture of your neck like a chill. He lets you sit in that for a moment, your heart thumping like a frightened bird in a cage, before he says, “It’s weird. Weird that when I suggested you sleep in my bed, you looked so nervous. But, look where you are now.”

Your voice comes out strangled. “I’m sorry.”

When his palm slides down from your waist to brush over your belly, you begin to think that it’s not an apology that he wants. Your stomach does untamed dips and rolls. It’d been the cold that you were afraid of, but now it’s the blistering heat that blooms where his touch goes that grips you. 

“That didn’t take very long.”  Like a trail of growing, raging fire, he takes that hand and brings it down the lengths of your body. Over your hip, and then down the supple curve of your ass, and then down the back of your thighs, where he toys with the notion of slipping it between the seam there. “It never did take much for you to give those men your body. Give them what was mine. Don’t worry, I’ll make it right. I’ll make you right.”

Your mind turns over itself, a thousand stray, blinding thoughts bursting at the seams and all asking for your attention. You don’t know which to start with; you don’t have the slightest clue what he means. Asking any of them out loud seems absurd, and the notion crumbles to dust when he brings his arm down your front to cup your heat.

“Face in the bed, ass up.” He commands it in your ear like ice: absolute and biting. “It’s how you like it, isn’t it?”

Doggy is how you like it. You don’t know how Taehyun would know that. What you do know, though, is the way the simple words kindle hungry fire in your cunt. Dragging yourself from the heat of the mattress in a bleary, glazed-over mess of limbs, you paint yourself into an obscene picture: your cheek presses into the mattress, blazing with disbelief, your eyes wide and gone and the mess of your hair obscuring them, and your back the delicate arch of sex and sinfulness as you display your ass high in the air for him.

When you look at him to see how he likes it, you don’t find the man that you saw in the grocery store, nor the man that you let into your cabin. The look you find, vacant and overflowing with an untamed hunger, raises the hair on your skin. It’s off. 

“Taehyun,” you say. It’s really just to speak—you don’t have words. 

He runs a hand down the curve of your back. His voice comes from behind you, now. “This should’ve been just mine. But you never did look my way, did you?” Your body jumps when his hands find your hips and the fabric in the way of your skin there. Hooking his thumbs under both the waistband of your bottoms and your panties, he drags them down your thighs in a slow crawl. Each inch of blazing skin bared to the air tingles against the cold and under his gaze as you feel his eyes eat it up. 

That’s what his eyes do: they eat and they eat, taking up the space around them like ever-hungry blackholes until there is nothing but their absence of light and their heaviness. That was the pull you remember in the store—a force like gravity beckoning a perverse finger at you and leaving you nowhere to go but toward him.

He pulls the fabric until it’s bunched at your knees. Prodding a finger, just the very end of it, at your hole. You flutter around it, belly turning. “Why didn’t you look my way?” he asks. The rustling of him working on his pants has you twitching and shifting hot against the covers. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” You’re only able to choke out the words, heart jumping up into your throat as he takes his hand up your back, pins and needles following his path and pushes your head into the mattress by the back of the neck.

Breath hot over your cheek, he says, “Is this what you want? To be fucked like an animal?” You know he means the position. Your mouth goes dry. “You’re better than that. But, if it’s what you like, I’ll fuck you like it.”

You have a thought. It’s fleeting and fuzzy like the rest of your mind, but you catch it just long enough to turn it over once. When you’d seen Taehyun, you were struck by how he looked more like the kind of guy you might go after than the lanky, off-putting one you remember. And, now he’s set on how you like to get fucked.

The tip of his cock at your entrance sends the thought to smoke and the aftermath clogs your cognitive function. Your mouth falls open as he presses some inches in, slow and enriching. But then he pulls the slight length out to collect some slick and tap his cockhead to your clit. You jolt against the sheets.

When he slides back in this time, he makes sure to brush your hair out of your face to watch every last inch of you taking him reflected in the furrowing of your brows and the glassiness of your eyes and the pink of your cheeks.

He stills when he reaches the hilt, his hips flush to your ass, his shadow falling over you as he leans to bring his ear to your mouth. “You should’ve looked my way. Things could’ve been so different. It’s okay—I’ll make you realize. I know who you really are. I’ll wash this all away and clean you up and make you good again.”

He doesn’t leave space for words or thought. Not enough for you to taste the rust like rot over his iron words. Planting his heels on the bed and shoving your face further into the bed, he starts his hips in a rhythm that has your breaths stuttering and achy wines clawing out from the prison of your chest. He does not move precisely, nor is the bucking of his hips pointed, but it’s a crashing sort of ruin. It doesn’t matter if he finds that spot inside of you. He’s going to consume your every sense: he steals the taste in your mouth and replaces it with himself, steals your hearing with his pants and grunts, steals your sight as his cock twists your insides up, and steals your ability to feel anything but him. He steals your breath, too. Just as a wicked little souvenir. 

“Hhh—fuck, Taehyun, holy shit,” you say. A procession of crude and mewled cries come tumbling out your mouth after your words. No matter now you filter your sounds to try and maintain your decency, he just drags them from you anyway. 

Bringing his hand up to splay his hand over the entirety of the back of your head rather than the delicate back of your neck, he grits out, “Filthy-fucking-mouth.” He punctuates the words with a hollow smack of his skin against your ass. It’s the sound of sex incarnate—your skin burns hearing it clashing against the rest of your debased sounds. “And it’s just for me, now. Isn’t that fucking great? None of those vile pigs are gonna touch what’s mine again. Not after this. You—” His voice tightens when a certain spot he nudges in your cunt sends it clinging to him and sucking him back in at every return. “You were really testing the limits to my patience. Do you know that?” He drags his hand over your face, smearing obscenity over you with just his tainted touch. “Of course you fucking don’t. You don’t notice shit. It’s why you let this world walk all over you. It’s why you need me.”

As hard and fast as he fucks you, he doesn’t exchange full strokes for it. He pulls completely out of you each time he snaps his hips back, and then meets your ass in burning collisions when he slips his cock right back into you. You struggle for breath, trying to feed your oxygen-starved brain to contend with his snarled preaching. Never once do you catch a full chest of air, though. It turns your thoughts liquid, stupid and simple. “Taehyun—Taehyun,” you say, throat tight. The sheets are stifling against your clammy skin, and the hair around your neck is damp. You take fistfuls of the bunches fabric and his other hand on your hip to ground yourself. 

You are beyond grounding. All that floats in your head, one bare thought, is the beginnings of terrifying tightness in your lower belly. Only the sharpest things shove through the shadow permeating your mind. Nip. Bite. He drags his teeth over the soft curves of your shoulders and the expanse of your back. Anywhere he can reach, really. His mouth paints you in aching splotches—the kind that will speak of him should anybody other see your body. The kind that speaks already of who they belong to. You eyes and throat burn.

Taehyun brings that hand he’d been molding into the fat of your hip and curls the muscle-corder forearm across both of your hip bones. A bar. A cage. His solid chest works similarly as he blankets himself over you, speaking into your wild tousle of hair. “Fuck–Gonna cum now.” The friction of his cock against your walls becomes something more unpredictable. The tightening of that knot, just on the verge of a snap that might reverberate through you and crush you into nothing more than bitten flesh and eroded virtue, sits on the horizon. It’s a terrifying thing to be rushing toward. “A—and then they’ll realize that you’re mine. They’ll never put their goddamn hands on you again. Not when your body will have me written all over it.” You can hear the tightness of his gritted jaw, the words seething like black, festering corruption. They fall over your skin and taint you, too. No longer do you shake and tremble against him with innocent little squeaks. Gilt with his words as he speaks them, your body stiffens and your cries go hoarse and pitiful. You try not to think about how you sound. “Isn’t it so good? We’re perfect together. You’re perfect underneath me. Do you know how many—how many times I fucked my fist thinking about you like this? All I ever wanted was for you to realize that we are so much better than the rest of them. It’s always meant to be us. Why did you let them touch you? Dirty your skin?”

All you manage is a heaved cry. He pins you to the mattress and begins fucking you into it. In the black of your eyelids, you watch purity go to dust.

“Take my load, baby. Stay still,” he says. His voice goes soft, like whispers. Like he’s gotten everything he’s wanted, now. 

You squirm beneath the weight of him, hips reining against the arm he holds you there by the hips with. Alarm bells ring, booming and thunderous, but in this state of mind, they sound like the music of climax. To the beat of the bells and his hips, blazing through your reddened bottom and your utter inability to breathe, you go tumbling toward that terrifying release. 

Taehyun’s steadfast pace stutters. “It’s okay,” he tells you, clearing your clammy face of hair once more. His face is right in yours, his eyes heavy and consumptive. “Just let it happen. I’m gonna breed you up, and then it’ll be forever. We’ll be forever. Can’t let you get away again. Not when I’ve got you now. I need you to take it. Can you do that for me?”

Managing one last mhm, all your sounds catch in your throat. You stop meeting halfway, muscles twisting and turning and raging against the profound, terrible wash of it. Eyes flying open, your cunt clings to him, insides fluttering and rippling in a way that begins delightfully, but toes the line of dreadful as his cock continues to tighten them further. Lightning strikes from your core, crawling and crackling from it. It moves your thighs, convulsing them in tandem with the same release wreaking havoc in your stomach.

Cursing low in your ear, he fucks you frantically, fingers planted on your hips. His cock twitches against you a few times, and then the arm he’s supporting himself on collapses down to the elbow and he’s pinning you and shooting white-hot cum right into you. Your shoulder takes the imprint of his cheek as he nips the shoulder he hangs over. His hips twitch, rolling to ride out his high with deep, chesty groans, and then jumping up to spurt a little bit more into you. His panted breaths fall against your skin like fire. 

You blink bleariness away from your eyes. For a few long minutes, that’s all you do. Your chest races so much so that you feel the pulse in your neck and the thumping of it where it rests. Your insides are liquid and intangible, blood slow just as slow as your thoughts.

When reality seeps back through your veins, though, Taehyun’s tugging his chest from your sweaty meeting of bodies. His fingers dig right into the reddened skin where his hips had abused your bottom to hold you open. To view you, and the slow oozing of his seed from your hole. The weight of his gaze sends you fluttering. With the movement of your hole, more of the hot and thickness comes seeping out, slow like molten passion down the shape of your slit and then over your clit and then dripping down onto the bed from you.

The feel of it has you swallowing hard. Holy shit, you are stupid. So painfully stupid. So, you’re just letting men cum inside while you’re not on birth control, now? Ones that you haven’t seen since school? Ones that talk like… that?

Tapping your thigh and pressing a hot kiss to your outer hip, Taehyun says, “I’m gonna go check the breakers. You take it easy here for a second.”

Whiplashed, you nod. There goes that pristine, normal mask again. You watch him go, heaving yourself up from the nasty bedding to be greeted by the musk of sex humid in the air. You think a thousand little thoughts, watching the wall as you go far away in your mind.

Everything that he said… That was not just a little weird, or a little kinky. It was bone-chilling. The taste in your mouth, still tainted by him, sours.

You pull out your phone. Pressing it to your ear, your blood runs sluggish still. 

The cabin owner’s voice comes staticky through the speakers, asking you what you need help with. You ask about the power outage and where the breaker might be, debriefing him on Taehyun ending up here because he wasn’t able to make it to his own cabin, and how you think that the storm outside might be why the power’s gone out.

The cabin owner’s answer makes you pale.

It’s not a crashing realization. Not a thundering storm reaching its climax, nor a firework plasma and explosive at its center but flashy as it sparkles, nor a searing knife to the gut. It’s a slow, dreadful feeling, sinking to the depths of the ocean with a weight around your ankle and the realization that there is no getting back to the surface. It is drowning with water in your lungs, knowing that you swallowed that water down. 

You know why you recognize that hand writing, and you know why Taehyun was missing his glasses, and you know why he had your number even though you have no connections, and you know why he was able to find your cabin by your car despite never having seen it, and you know why your friends never made it here. He, long and spindly legged, the spider, did not even panic when you grazed by the hints toward what he really was. You were all ready in his web, anyway. All he had to do was wait it out and watch you, caught, oblivious, squirm. And, squirm you did.

“What other cabin?” 

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It reminds me of every car meme I've seen like the f&f one and tht one from umbrella academy I think? But hey let's just add it to the collection.

It's been a long time since i wrote A LOT so let's do it today 😌

I saw main tera hero once again....I'm telling the embarrassment, the cringe, THE OVERACTING 😮‍💨 ok yeah ik it is a rom-com, even if they did exaggerate, it is to emphasise the funniness idk whtv BUT GODDAMN HIS ACTING DID NOT DO IT FOR ME how did I even like it? 😭😭 YK it is a remake from a South Indian movie, which was waaaayyyyy better thn this. There was no cringey acting like his. And since his father is like a pretty big director and has always worked with Govinda, for the most of his career I think when it comes to Varun he tries to incl. Tht little aspect of Govinda in him. Like I've seen it so many times AND even with the coolie no 1 remake 😭 boi i did not even bother to watch it further thn the train scene.

BUUTTT guess what I'm excited about?? Satyaprem ki katha!!!! Karthik on fire again. I watched the trailer, it looked pretty decent and ig it will slightly touch in a topic. I'm up for it. It's Karthik and Kiara. Also there's another movie tht just released called....what's it called? Wait- oh yes Zara hatke Zara bachke. I'm not sure abt tht one but the song....has me in a deadlock. Talking about songs....karthik's new movie has another perfectly made song CONVERTED INTO HINDI?? Like dude make the Hindi ones if u want me in Hindi wdym ull take a Punjabi song and then change it 😭😭😭 its pasoori btw idk if uve heard it or not but it's pretty dop the way it is. It happened before as well in Luka chuppi when laung laachi was translated to Hindi ....lawrd idk how I survived tht part.

Also gadar is getting a second part. Idrk what they're going to have in it I'm trying to predict the story but I think ...i think the actress will die or something but I'm excited and happy tht bollywood is getting back on track.

Well thts abt it ig. Imma find some more i barely hv things to talk abt but I think soon enough I might hv something related to the ffs....I've been rereading them once again. Heaven i tell u.

i, i lost the ask i originally wrote 😭😭😭 anways another one to the collection 🤚🏻

LMFAOOOO SEE THAT MOVIE AS A KID WAS OKAY but now that u rewatch it…. 😀😀 ileana carried ngl, ur right ive seen him trying to copy govinda but govinda charm is just something else, problematic but immaculate??? SEEEEEEE SID WAS BETTER THAN VARUN THIS WHOLE TIME 😭😭 but varun’s serious roles w subtle comedy like the one in jug jug jeyo was pretty nice, whenever i see him i always hope he chooses a good project!!

I AM ALSO SO EXCITED ABOUT HIS AND KIARAS MOVIE IVE HEARD AND SEEN THE REVIEWS and they’re all talking about a twist and i cannot wait!!!! it looks so good and dramatic Ugh, YES I KNOW EXACTLY WHICH SONG UR TALKING ABT ITS THE ONLT THING THATS GOOD FROM THAT MOVIE i think maybe a diff actress wouldve done a good role,,, vicky and kiara may b or alia,, no cause why they gotta do pasoori like that 😭😭😭 ppl saying arijit sounds the same now like mf blame the composer???

anyway that alia and ranveer movie is 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 saw this on twt and there’s no chemistry no aura of that dharma actress,, i agree, we have been so spoiled by srk’s romance we can’t see anyone else do it properly other than him 😭😭 so excited for his movie tho jawan sounds promising better than adhipurush 😭😭 thwres also a new movie one?? hopefully better than whatever we saw recently AND??? OUUUU???? ngl pcee should be in there 😭

YEAAAAH GADAR im curious to see how they set it up bc his last movie where he did a pt2 of his older movie, it was pure cringe so hopefully it’s good??? anyways yes!!! they’re coming back on track, so many good movies to be released may b this is the year of romcoms 😭😭

[sickassastrology]

What made you different? 🥸

This is a general reading for the collective. This read is about your person you have in mind. Remember that because it is general it will not resonate with everyone. So take what sticks. Your free to choose whatever pile you feel. Heck, there could be little messages in all the piles. Time is fluid and we all have free will. So things can play out at anytime or maybe not at all. Follow your heart always. -E 💙🌻

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Pile 1 🍒🍒🍒

Greetings pile 1, the classy crew with the rider Waite deck. let's get into it. I'm getting whoever this was misused you when they had you. I heard the line from Jackson 5 I want you back. when I had you to myself i didn't want you around, those pretty faces always made you stand out in the crowd". With this group I'm feeling like what made you different to this person was that you had it going on. you had a lot going for yourself. and you didn't share that with just anyone. your riches. your glory. whether it was your body, money, time, energy. whatever the case was...you were selective in who you gave to. you are an attractive energy and human pile 1. and you know it too. 😜 confident. I'm getting the energy of I have a lot going for me, and I'm not going to just be out in these streets. my money is good, I look good, I feel good. It took a lot for you to get there and so you won't share that with anyone & everyone. and then....you gave it to this person and decided to act a fool, right? lol isn't it always like that. this person saw you as being able to take care of yourself, even when it was a lot. im getting heavily that some of yall have family members or siblings (big on the siblings) that you take care of. you are the parental figure to them. you had a lot of responsibilities, and yet you were still like a breathe of fresh air. you still knew how to smile. mature. you always smiled in the mist of sadness. and you meant it too, like it wasn't just a mask. it was like "I still have something to smile about in life. my flowers still grow. there's happiness all around me." you still knew how to give to this person. managing the connection even with your own stuff going on. and they admired that about you. when things got tough you remained calm. never too out of control. you handled each situation how it came and for what it was. although you told this person about your life, you NEVER made it burdensome to them. like that's my life, but we are separate from that. and this person was acting stupid. I see a few of yall into the occult too. and that definitely makes you different, doesnt it lol. but you don't mind it and didn't hide it because it's who you are. when you saw there was sneaky behavior going on, you left. you used your intuition to guide you. and now, this person does have a lot to give and will give it but if I screw them over they will bounce out. you are not the one to do an unfair relationship. I'm seeing this person got caught cheating on their phone. like you saw some hidden text messages. I also heard "nude" like nude photos you found. this person was doing too much. and you were like no it's not fair. and it was like they didn't care. they were only sorry they got caught. they see you are strong, know who you are, know your worth, and you won't bow down to anyone. and that's on purrrr! it hurts you, but you know your special and you are a gift to somebody out there. so if you have to leave, then bye. you'll see why I'm special later on. and this hurts but you know how to keep pushing forward. and your person is just like, omg how are they doing this, how are they still okay!? pile 1, your energy is so beautiful 😍. its very tranquil. and im not saying that you never get upset or anything like that but there is a peace about you. like it didn't work out. okay, cool. I'll just keep working on my life, taking care of me and mine. and best of luck to them, ya know? I see you did love them, like them a lot. but that's the way the cookie crumbles. and tbh, pile 1 I feel you'll be better off without this person anyway. like you'll be happier being a lone, find somebody else, or just keep taking care of business. so many blessings to you all, you deserve wonderful things. ❤

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PILE 2 🥠🥠🥠

Hi pile 2, so while I was shuffling I heard likeable. so your very easygoing and charming im getting. this pile is nurturing, motherly. I get the energy of "ill lick your wounds for you so you don't have to". Ouuuu a healer. I see. (make sure that people don't try to get over on you, because they will try it)! You are a kind person. I'm getting friendly to everyone around. This pile is let's make love, not war. You don't like to agrue much. This person could have been a fireball and you just put their fire ALLLL the way out lol. I feel like some of yall worked with this person or around them. and there would be competition around you, and they would try so hard to get your persons attention. like look at me!! trying real hard. and then there you were like " I'm just here, doing me". you weren't trying to stand out. and they looked right at your ass too. 😂😂 Pile 2, you are almost too loving for your own good, aren't cha. 🥰 you love life. you showed this person a different way of living, like just go with the flow. but you weren't reckless. if you did go out or drink. I'm feeling like a festival or winery type. you showed this person that life is fun. you are a true free spirit. you don't let a lot of life's qualms bother you. this group is very natural. humanitarian. I heard the word garden. this pile is the type that give to the less fortunate. I'm seeing a person on the street and like you'll give them money, food, or whatever it is with no second thought. very "here you are. be blessed". and this person was in awe of that type of generosity. because this world doesn't have people like that. you weren't doing it for attention. you are a G-I-V-E-R. Tbh, with this pile I'm really feeling like you have a gift to help people, but I'm not sure that you even know that yet. you think that's just how you are. but i see you really doing things with the community. know your purpose you all, because its so important. you are balanced. Yes you are such a giving person. BUT you will hold back IF needed. you know when to hold em & fold em. that's you. you just don't have to try hard. I'm getting your person wears a mask to fit in. you do nothing, you can get somebody's attention without doing much of anything really. you love life and you give life into others. into earth. the seas. skies. heavens. whatever it is, you give life to it. this pile is an empress. very divine feminine. *(remember tarot have NO gender, it is only energy)* you'd make a good parent if you had children. *as I said that, I heard I don't want kids but I have fur babies*. 😂 okay so you take care of your pets as your little babies. we love them too. 🐾🐾 this group wishes good on other people. as I was pulling your oracle. the card purpose slips right from my hands. and it reads. purpose: I know what I am here to do. didn't I say this group fits in to a bigger picture. find the reason you are on this earth, do not waste another minute because you will feed so much life into other people. earth angels. 🥰 beautiful. pride: I love myself and see myself in everyone. and gratitude: I am thankful for life and the opportunity it presents. come through pile 2! confirmation again. I just said you love the life you live. the pride you have is almost humble. it's like you like yourself. the good. bad. ugly. and there's no better way to be. and that's why they like you! heck, I like you 😂 so awesome. let your light shine.

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PILE 3 🥦🥦🥦

Pile 3, whatsup!? How are yall feeling? So right off. This is more about your mindset pile 3. your intellect. this person valued your decision making. you moved very carefully when it came to other people. they would come to you and ask about somebody. and you could look and examine and tell if that person was okay or had some type of ill intent. umm....intuitive much? you are a very wise person. you listen a lot to your gut, even if you have to sleep on it. your going to go with what you feel. you knew how to get work done but you still made time for the connection too. I'm getting that some of you have an important job or school that takes up time BUT you knew when to be silly and take breaks too. I'm feeling like you and this person had really goody times together. snapchat filters and silly faces 🤪😂. you are a very determined person. when things get hard or you fail. you never stop trying until you succeed. but you pace yourself, never tire yourself out. sheer determination from yall. love it. there's a lot of power in that. this group loves gathering information. reading. tv. listening. however you gained it, you shared it with your person and other people. a teacher. you actually made this person become better when you spoke to them. it challenged them. you also had a quirkiness about you. I'm getting you had hidden talents about yourself that were really random 😂. but your person loved it. you all pulled the empathy card. it reads: I am open to seeing both sides of the situation. again yall, you really know how to read people. use this to your advantage and get in touch with yourself. Tbh, if you tap in...you can sense auras. if you can't already! 💫🔮

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I have to say, every single one of you are special. each of these piles possess such unique abilities and talents. bless you all. not to say your perfect by any means. but beautiful works in progress. so whether or not these connections work out or your person comes back. you matter. you don't need to change what beauty inside yourself. keep growing. keep challenging yourself. don't compromise. your worth it. so climb to the highest mountain top and scream. "I AM WHO I AM. I AM WORTHY. AND BEAUTIFULLLLL". bless. -E 💙🌻

[jeongvision]

hows your day!! :D my day has been pretty inefficient today :"( procrastination at its max 👉🏻👈🏻 BUT I BLAME THAT ON JAE 👀

i've been on a constant spiral of imagining dominant jaehyun as a ceo and bossing everyone arnd with his domineering aura but just becoming a sweetiepie arnd the person he loves 🥺🥺 I NEED SOME OFFICE AUS save me please :D

LMAO it’s okay to procrastinate once in a while, though! sometimes, we procrastinate bc we simply lack the resources we need, and when we think about all the materials needed to get started on our work/day, it just tires us out so we put it off for later. nothing wrong with it (to an extent!) and my day has been good so far! woke up with a cup of bubble tea and my friend visited me at work! oh and also, my jo malone and le labo perfumes came in today aaaahhh!! can’t wait to try them when i get home tonight <3

OUUUU I CAN DEFINITELY SEE THAT HAPPENING huehuehue like he’s such a perfectionist and workaholic when he is in work mode, trying to meet deadlines and finish his work so he doesn’t have to worry about it later. but the moment his eyes land on his s/o he just turns into soft ‘uwu i love you and your everything you are precious to me’ mode and only cares about them and only them bc they mean everything to him hehehehe

[the-pen-hero]

Who is Yuuki Yūgen?

Hey, Yuuki here! 

I’m so excited to share what life was like for me before, during and after U.A!!! Pardon my shouts but I just can’t help it! It’s so awesome to finally share with everyone all of the things that make me, you know...ME! Alrighty, where do I begin? I’m sure you all are wondering what’s my quirk, right? Are you ready!? Drum roll, please! 🥁🥁🥁

My quirk: Aura Manipulation 

My quirk allows me to utilize my aura in 7 different ways which corresponds to the 7 chakras within my body. However, I can only use 2 - 3 chakra at a time. Using all 7 at once takes too much of a toll on my body and spirit. I can’t worry my mom now 😅😅😅

What are they you ask!? I’ll give you the name of my chakras but I do shorten them when I’m in battle (my dad nags me about keeping the tradition but meh) 

Muladhara (Hara) 

Swadhisthana (Hana)

Manipura (Pura)

Anahata (Hata) 

Vishuddha (Huddha)

Anja**

Sahasrara (Hasrara)

**Anja** is already short so that’s my favorite chakra ☺️

I know everyone’s wondering what does each chakra allow me to do huh? 

I’ll give you a hint. 😉

When I use my ability my aura and eyes change colors. ✨👁👁✨

That’s so cool right!? There is another part to my power but I don’t think it’s a part of my chakra system and my peers make fun of me for it 😔

There’s a story I’ll share after this but there’s a girl in my class that I like and whenever I see her my aura manifests in the form of pink butterflies 🦋 🦋🦋 

*whispers*

Pssst. Guess who the girl is....it’s Momo 😋

I can hear the ladies say “aww that’s so cute! 🥺” 

I can imagine the guys making jokes about my pink aura but oh well 🤷🏾‍♂️ 

No bad blood or negative energy here! 

Phew 😪

Well, that’s all I have for now. I really enjoyed sharing with you all today! Stay tuned for more of my stories and tell me what you think, okay!? 

Oh! I almost forgot! If you would like to donate notes to my channel I would really appreciate it! 

I can tell you all more of my secrets, for the right price. Ouuuu I’m such a bad boy 🤭🤫😂

Until next time...see you later!!!

[mizukixtsukiyomi]

Seijirou knb ask kagome to go out with him in front of gom and seirin basketball team oh and also her son kouga and sesshomaru...ouuuu it's gonna be cuteee..

I had a hard time with this one because of all the people requested at once ha-ha. I do apologize in advance if it doesn’t meet your expectations.

P.S. Think of this as part of the Love Hoop universe.

A smile made its way to the miko’s lips as she saw all of the basketball teams that participated in the Winter Cup gathering for a special interview. Despite the Generation of Miracles being present, the champions: Seirin, and other strong players, it amazed her how easily they could become flustered when they had to greet Kouga.

After all, he and Sesshomaru had been the ones to make the interview happen.

Taking notes on Seirin’s interview from the sidelines, Kagome blinked the moment she sensed Shippo’s aura right beside her. “What is it, Shippo?” She whispered upon noticing his scowl.

“I don’t like it.” He replied, placing his hands inside his pockets.

“Don’t like what?” Kagome repeated.

“Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him. Him.”

The miko blinked again as she followed his finger pointing at certain rainbow colored males. She raised a brow, confused further at his pointing.

“I agree.”

Kagome’s head turned to the other side to see the wolf youkai nodding. “Agreeing with what exactly?”

Kouga’s eyes landed on the miko from the corner, “seriously? You don’t see it?”

“I am being confused further.“ She huffed.

“The miko has and always will be oblivious.”

“Excuse me?!” Kagome exclaimed, turning to see Sesshomaru coming from talking to his managers. Talk about eavesdropping. Her? Oblivious? Since when?!

Shippo nodded back, hating to agree with the inu. “For once…I agree.”

“Wait-!”

“Yeah,” Kouga shrugged, “same, but it really bothers me how boys these days can’t even be forward.”

“Mhmm.” Shippo nodded again. “Didn’t think it would get this bad.”

Eyebrow twitched as she saw both Shippo and Kouga continue to send nodding messages to each other. She was not oblivious! She was confused! And even if she was oblivious, to what? There was nothing to be oblivious about.

Or…was there? Now she was getting paranoid.

She shook her head, deciding it was best to ignore the youkai language and concentrate on her team. It was bad enough she came to be a babysitter for a certain bunch.

“Higurashi-san?”

Her eyes - along with Kouga’s and Shippo’s - blinked as they rose to meet the red hues of an emperor. “Akashi-kun. What is it?”

“I do not know if this is a wrong time, but I was wondering if you were free this weekend.” A genuine smile came onto his lips, only for it to be caught by Kouga, Shippo, and surprisingly all the present basketball players having heard Akashi’s innocent question.

“This weekend?” Kagome repeated. “Hmm, I don’t think I have anything planned.”

“Wait a minute…” Aomine whispered as he stood with his team. “Is he seriously…”

“Wait!!” Kise abruptly stood from his seat. “A-Akashicchi can’t do this first!”

Akashi’s smile continued, “would it be too much trouble if I took you out for dinner?”

Aomine, Kagami, and Kise were the first to let their vein pop from their foreheads. Murasakibara, Midorima, and Kuroko remained silent, but observant at Akashi’s movements and body language.

Meanwhile, Kouga’s right eye twitched; Akashi was not even hesitant considering they were standing with Kagome! The nerve!

Whistling, Shippo’s shoulder shook with his laughter. “Cannot believe we spoke too soon about this.”

“Um,” Kagome smiled back, “it’s no trouble at all, Akashi-kun, but…is there a special occasion?”

All within a second, the Generation of Miracles, Kagami, Kuroko, and Kouga relaxed. For that split second in Akashi’s request they had forgotten a small detail.

“This Sesshomaru is never wrong.”

[gwynne-fics]

wei50-blog replied to your post “wei50-blog replied to your post “Pictures, Chaeunsang x Choiyoungdo,...”

Even more AAAAWWWWW!!!!!!! What a good uncle! <3 Hye-Rim is surrounded by love! :) Interesting that Young-Do’s aura calms down around the baby. hmm… wasn’t there something about how death dealer mothers typically abandon their babies because their life is too tempting? Also, there are no perfect mothers, and this version of Esther seems to be doing the best she can, even though some of her decisions seem short-sighted.

Everything about Young-Do is atypical for a death dealer, but also, Hye-Rim is not his child, she’s his niece, so he can tell his aura to fuck off and not want to eat her.

Motherhood for a death dealer is very complicated. Some do get over that feeling, and some don’t. The ones that do, end up mentoring their children, the ones that don’t...the children don’t often live to be adults. The aura eats them and makes their bodies appear as if they were victims of a death deal. (This is a crappy thing I made up, yes? ^^;)

Young-Do still had a family. His father was beyond crappy but Esther did do the best she could to raise him and Rachel to be good people. She just had a little flip out moment with Young-Do.

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My reaction is ‘groan! not more things for me to spend way to much time thinking about!!!’ ;D Since you had pointed it out, I do see how most of the drabbles are not from Rachel’s pov, so it will be fascinating to get her take on all these scenes once we get there! :)

Well, I live to torture my readers >.> <3

The POV is on purpose! TTAF is Rachel’s story and I like teasing using the other POV, mostly to give you one expectation before revealing something completely different. Also, I want to keep interest once Young-Do leaves on his enlistment. I know why most people are reading this story so I don’t want to forget it, even if my plans are to cause monumental pain. (It is Twisted to a Fault, after all).

Ok, I’ll bite! :) So linked to False Start? hmm… my biggest thought is which drabble came first? because would direct where speculations would go! Rachel seemed to feel guilty? does that have anything to do with her reaction when Young-Do comes back for leave? or her reaction when Tan was mentioned? hmmm… (more thinky thoughts) :)

Those are great thinky thoughts to have! False Start is the culmination of three events--Rachel and Hyo-Shin, Rachel and her mother, and Rachel and Tan. Hopefully when I write it in the proper order in the story, it will be an “Ouuuu” moment for the readers ^^;;

[rangermusik]

Lirik Lagu Ku Yakin Cinta – D cinnamons

Lirik Lagu Ku Yakin Cinta – D cinnamons

D’cinnamons – Ku Yakin Cinta

Ku dapat mencari satu alasan Menepis semua keraguan Didalam hatiku ini Benarkah bahwa cinta mampu mengobati Segala rasa sakitku ini Inginku percaya.. Ingin ku percaya

Coda: Kau bilang cinta selalu mengerti Kau bilang cinta tak salah Kau bilang cinta saling percaya Aaa ouuuu..

Ku kira ku tak kan mampu sadari Ketulusan cinta yang sempurna Di balik semua curahan ini Aura…