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How would W react to an MC who is obsessed with them? Like they need help with a small thing? MC drop everything and run to the rescue. W doesn’t take care of themselves? Why bother when MC takes care of them.
W’s presence wasn’t always loud, but it was startling, an emotional thunderhead that you could feel rumbling in your ribs before it even fully cracked.
when the call came, their voice tried to sound casual but failed miserably. “i, uh, could use a hand with something.”
it didn’t matter what it was—something about a deadline they’d forgotten or a lamp they’d broken while pacing in frustration. you didn’t even ask. you dropped your coffee cup on the kitchenette counter, grabbed your jacket, and bolted out the door without thinking twice.
the quick walk to their suite was a blur and when you arrived, W was sitting cross-legged on the couch, their thin frame curled in on itself. they were wearing a mismatched pair of socks, one of them being yours—the blue one with the tiny stars that you’d lost weeks ago—and it was enough to make your heart ache.
“what’s wrong?” you asked, dropping your jacket at the door and crossing the room in three long strides.
W didn’t answer right away. their fingers were busy tracing invisible patterns on the edge of their sweater, which was so oversized it might as well have been a blanket. their silence stretched like a taut wire, and then, finally, they said, “i forgot to eat again.”
your chest tightened. not with anger, not even with frustration, but with the unbearable weight of love for someone who couldn’t always love themself. you didn’t say anything. you just walked into their kitchenette and started rummaging through cabinets and the refridgerator.
there wasn’t much to work with—a box of crackers, a bruised apple, a carton of almond milk. it didn’t matter. you threw together something small and easy and brought it back to W, sitting beside them on the couch.
they looked at the plate like it was a challenge, their fingers twitching toward it but never quite making contact.
“i’m sorry,” they murmured, their voice barely above a whisper.
“don’t,” you said, shaking your head. “you don’t have to apologize.”
“i do,” they insisted, their voice cracking. “you shouldn’t have to—”
“W,” you interrupted, your tone firmer than before. “i’m here because i want to be. because i love you. that’s it. that’s all there is to it.”
they looked at you then, their sapphire blue eyes watery and wide, and for a moment, you thought they might cry. instead, they reached for the plate and took a small bite of the apple. it wasn’t much, but it was definitely a start.
that night, after they’d eaten what they could and you’d cleaned up the remnants, you found yourself sitting together on the couch. W was curled against your side, their head resting on your shoulder, their fingers absently tracing shapes on your arm.
“you’re warm,” they murmured, their voice soft and sleepy. “and you smell nice. like fresh laundry.”
you smiled, pressing a kiss to their temple. “and you’re wearing my missing sock.”
“it’s a good sock,” they said with a tired chuckle, tugging at the hem of it. “better than the pairs i own.”
“you could’ve just asked for it,” you said.
they tilted their head to look up at you, their expression caught somewhere between a smirk and a fond smile. “and where’s the fun in that?”
***
later, as the night deepened, W began to fidget. their fingers, which had been drawing lazy circles on your arm, began to scratch at their own thigh, leaving faint red marks in their wake.
“stop,” you said gently, catching their hand in yours.
they flinched but didn’t pull away. “sorry.”
“don’t apologize,” you said, your voice kind. “just… tell me what’s wrong.”
they hesitated, their gaze fixed on the floor.
“i don’t know how to stop feeling like this,” they admitted. “like i’m… too much. or not enough. or both at the same time.”
your heart broke for the hundredth time that day. you pulled them closer, wrapping your arms around them like you could shield them from the weight of their own thoughts.
“you’re not too much,” you said. “and you’re not not enough. you’re exactly who you’re supposed to be.”
they didn’t respond, but their body relaxed slightly against yours. after a moment, they said, “i love you so much, i can’t bear the pain.”
the words were so quiet you almost missed them, but when they sank in, they hit you like a freight train. you tightened your hold on them, pressing a kiss to the crown of their head.
“i love you so much, i’ll bear it for you,” you whispered.
W looked up at you then, their eyes soft and full of something you couldn’t quite name.
“you mean that?” they asked tentatively.
“every word,” you replied, leaving no room for doubt. W said nothing but their smile was brighter than the lights in the room.
after a while, W whispered in latin, “te amabo aeternum.”
you recognized the words instantly, even though W’s accent was softer, less confident. i will love you forever.
“amabo te in aeternum,” you corrected gently, your voice warm and teasing. the structure mattered less than the sentiment, but you couldn’t help it. W’s latin was too endearing to leave unpolished.
“of course you’d fix that,” they muttered with a faint smile, their tone holding no actual irritation. “you always seem to know everything, don’t you?”
“not everything,” you said, smiling softly as you ran your thumb along the back of their hand. “just the important parts. like how much you mean to me.”
W looked up at you then, their blue eyes catching the light and you leaned in closer, your nose brushing against theirs.
“et ego te amo.” and i love you, you said, soft but firm, as if the words themselves could shield them from everything clawing at their mind.
they sighed, a sound that carried equal parts relief and exhaustion, and melted against you. “thank you for everything, mein stern.”
***
as the night wore on, W continued murmuring fragments of latin into the quiet—“es somnium meum,” they said at one point, and it took you a moment to piece it together. you are my dream.
you tightened your hold on them. “tibi in somniis et re in aeternum pertinebo,” you whispered back. i will belong to you in your dreams and reality forever.
that earned a smile from W, small but real, and when they finally closed their eyes, you stayed awake, holding them close. you whispered one final phrase into the night, one you weren’t even sure they’d catch:
“in saecula saeculorum.” forever and ever.
they didn’t respond, but their breathing slowed, steady and even, their body curled against yours with all the trust and affection that they could ever afford to give back.
#my sweet blonde summer child#excuse my rusty latin translations#trying my best with dictionaries and whatnot#but this is pretty good practice ngl#if: the ballad of the young gods#interactive fiction#interactive novel#interactive story#twine wip#ro: w ostendorf#ro scenarios#tw: eating disorder
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A guide to being the local fashion icon 🐆
1. THRIFT THRIFT THRIFT!
I am someone who lives for unique clothing. My biggest tip ever for anyone who wants to stand out and be more fashionable is to start thrifting. Not only is it beyond fun this is a place where you can get pieces no one else has for CHEAP. nothing feels better than finding ur dream clothing piece at a thrift store. And you can get high quality clothing for way cheaper than a new poor quality item you get online. I’ve thrifted since forever so I might post thrifting tips soon.
2. Do a closet cleanout
It is so important to get rid of clothes you won’t wear anymore. I struggle with this and found myself keeping clothes as “backup” so much that I ended up with filled to the brim drawers full of clothes I find extremely ugly or that I just didn’t ever wear anymore. And this caused me to forget the nice clothes I have and only wear the same outfits all the time because I couldn’t find my other clothes. So GET RID OF CLOTHES!
3. Find your staples
My staples include black boots, leather jackets, denim jackets, and a few good pairs of jeans. Now this can be completely different for you. You need to figure out what the items are most needed for the outfits that go with your style.
4. Avoid shopping on SHEIN
Hear me out. I used to be a shein addict and I know how addictive it can be to buy cute clothes for cheap. But I just don’t find it worth it at all anymore. And I don’t even own any of the hundreds of clothes I bought on Shein anymore because the ones I wore often got ugly crazy fast. I hate to be the one to say it but you can almost always tell when a clothing piece is from shein. Now you do you, but if we’re talking about being that it girl, the one who always looks so cool and stylish and somehow nobody does it like her, buying quality clothing is key. Trust me you can find a better option at the thrift for almost anything you’re buying from shein. Shein also mostly sells clothes that will go out style in a few months.
5. don’t put yourself in a box
Create your style without trapping yourself in an aesthetic. The beauty of fashion is you can always try new things and be creative and express yourself through it. Don’t be afraid to try new things. Wear something a little different every now and then if you feel like it. You don’t need to dress a specific way all the time.
6. Find inspiration
One thing I like to do is to write down the people whose style I like so that I can get inspiration from them and see what I can take away from their fashion choices. Another thing I do is making a Pinterest board for every season every year that way I can look at it when I want ideas.
7. Shop with a goal in mind
A lot of the times we end up buying things we barely wear because we bought it just for the sake of buying something. I like to keep a list of things I really want t and look for those specific things when I’m shopping to avoid buying things I don’t actually want.
8. Add a bit of color to your outfits
Look, I am someone who literally only ever wears neutral colors. But the times I choose to add a bit of color to my outfits it upgrades them so much. I mostly do this with red because it’s pretty much the only bold color I don’t despise. But a bolder color can really make ur outfits stand out so much more. This works best if it’s only 1 specific part of ur look.
9. Accessorize
I know we hear this all the time but accessories really brings an outfit together. You can have the most basic outfit, but if you add some jewelry, a bag, and a pair of sunglasses it suddenly looks not basic at all. Or maybe you add a cute belt. Accessorizing is key to spicing up your outfits.
10. Find a makeup that fits you
Recently I’ve been loving a 90’s makeup look. I think finding a makeup style that suits you changes everything. I don’t feel complete if I’m not wearing some lip combo. So try out different makeup styles and see what you like best.
11. Have one interesting factor in ur outfit
Having one thing that stands out from the rest of ur outfit makes it so much more unique. This can be anything from a pattern, to a texture, to a color etc. having only ONE is important because it makes your outfit interesting but keeps it from looking messy.
Hope this helps u become a fashion diva 🫶🏼����↔️
Xo, Ary 💋
#glow up#fashion#fashiontips#divine feminine#fashionicon#it girl#it girl mentality#it girl vibes#celebrity#clean girl#self love#self care#self transformation
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Hyunjin Jealousy
SKZ Jealousy series pt. 4: (when they're in a serious relationship do they get jealous at all? What makes them jealous if they get jealous? How do they act in a relationship? What's their response/behavior when jealous? How do they handle it?)
He’s jealous. EXTREMELY jealous. He is jealousy. Jealousy is him. Him and jealousy are like Bonnie and Clyde but more destructive and even CLOSER.
First off, this man is sensitive. He’s sensitive and he’s very emotionally mature since he’s been so in-tune with them all his life until he’s not. Until all of a sudden he’s having an existential crisis because his partner touched Chan’s arm so naturally the only sensible response is to end Chan’s entire bloodline. I’m exaggerating but you get the picture.
He gets very irrational when jealous. His jealousy stems from insecurity, pride, and being easily overwhelmed. He doesn’t like being jealous so he acts like he’s not. He puts up this facade of “Oh, you want my partner? Try and take them.” But inwardly he’s having an entire panic attack.
He’s also just very territorial and possessive on top of that which strokes the flames.
When he’s jealous he’s emotional. When he’s feeling territorial he gets jealous. When he’s feeling possessive he gets jealous. When he’s emotional he’s angry. When he gets angry he shows that D1 crashout I know for a fact is in there somewhere.
(Me and my bsf have decided Han is the Baby Kia to his Kendrick. If you get it you get it.)
He gets DEEPLY jealous. I’m talking this impacts his SOUL. When he gets jealous.
Oddly enough, when he gets jealous everything clears. He’s never patient. He’s not a patient person. But his jealousy is very patient. His territorial and possessiveness are all Aries. All mars. Fiery and loud and bright and quick to flare up but quick to go out.
But his jealousy? It’s an entirely different story. His jealousy is all Pisces and water and even has some Scorpio influences due to a few of his placements. His jealousy is quiet and all consuming.
He’s smart with his jealousy. Manipulative even.
Like oh, he sees his partner having a little too much fun with another guy. Laughing too much at their jokes and touching their arm a little too long during conversation.
So naturally, he comes up and doesn’t make it obvious he cares. If anything, it’s the opposite. He acts like everything’s fine and he’s confident and he doesn’t care. But he says little things.
Like “Oh, I didn’t know you were into charity now. Giving out free laughs for those who can’t work for them.” Or some BS like that in his S/O’s ear and they’re just like “😃😄😃”.
He’s very passive aggressive with the other person. He latches onto each insecurity he can sense and batters them in the nicest way possible.
Then he slowly gets worse and worse. Like; “You’re so brave for never succumbing to beauty standards. Like, you never got those braces you need so much. Or shaved your unibrow.”
He doesn’t act bothered. But he is bothered. Very bothered. He just smiles and laughs as if nothings wrong and he’s confident and normal and calm. But inside he’s a mess.
I think he’s particularly graceful when jealous. All ethereal and princely in a way that makes the other person feel like a worthless bum in comparison. And he knows it.
He tells himself that.
He tells himself he’s perfect and the best, and he’s obviously better than this person so really they’re not a threat. But he’s threatened. Because he’s insecure. Because he’s so scared of losing his partner to someone else. And that’s where all his jealousy stems back to.
His possessiveness and territorial ness are his nature. There’s no real root because they just are. His jealousy is a defense mechanism and a result of other things.
He gives them chances though. Opportunities to try to sway his partner. To prove he’s better even though he’s not sure himself and the entire time he’s on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Jealousy exhausts him. He doesn’t like it. But he’s helpless to stop it. Hell, it actively makes him feel helpless. Jealousy makes him sad, borderline depressed even. And after he’s in that situation he probably cries a lot.
A lot.
He hates being put in situations like those.
He also gets horny. This isn’t even just me saying stuff the cards and the stars have spoken he gets so fucking horny. Jealous sex is a thing. Honestly, with Hyunjin there’s sex for everything at this point the little shit but that’s not the point we’re not getting into that today.
He has a lot of self-pity during and after getting jealous. He’ll blame his partner regardless of if it’s their fault. And he will DURING the…Devil’s tango too. Is it still slut shaming if it comes out as sexy degradation? Yes. And he’s a D1 slut shamer when he’s jealous.
Definitely a conspiracy theorist when jealous.
And more sex with these cards. Trying to keep this PG-13 at least but Hyunjin’s a little special. Still love him though.
He also has a weird jealousy fantasy I’m not gonna think about the implications of let alone get into.
Definitely anxious attachment style.
The type to send a “Damn what position y’all in?” Text if you leave him on delivered for too long except he genuinely means it.
He thinks it’s intuition. It’s just anxiety.
Also sucks up to his S/O after getting jealous.
He gets jealous over everything. No one thing in particular, but just… Everything. He gets jealous quick and like I’ve said he gets aggressively jealous.
Jealousy definitely starts a lot of arguments. He says cruel things, gets cruel things said back.
Also did I mention he’s a D1 crashout? I know FOR A FACT if he catches his partner cheating or even getting like fondled he is CRASHING. OUT.
But that’s for another day
May the force be with you if you have the misfortune of being the cause of a crashout.
#hyunjin#stray kids#skz#tarot#kpop tarot#kpop astrology#astrology#stray kids Hyunjin#skz Hyunjin#hwang Hyunjin#hyunjin headcanons#hwang hyunjin scenarios#hyunjin imagines#hwang hyunjin scenario#hyunjin scenarios#hyunjin scenario#hwang hyunjin astrology#hwang hyunjin headcanons#hwang hyunjin tarot#hyunjin astrology
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🤡 PSA: PLEASE READ 🤡
Before I go do some cleaning, I wanted to get this off my chest. No, this isn’t another impulsive vent post, in fact, it will be my last post regarding last night’s events.
I have felt incredibly guilty ever since I vented about a particular ship. It was never my intent, as I’ve said before, to shut down others’ work simply because I don’t like it. Yes, I do not like Jack x Jeff, but I don’t hate or have anything against people who do, and I feel some may have taken my feelings on the subject a bit personal. People here are just trying to have fun, right?
My relationship with Laughing Jack, who yes, I am aware is a fictional character, is complicated. I don’t necessarily view myself as a casual Jack selfshipper, but the ones who are casual shippers are some of the coolest people I have ever met, and I have never once thought of my love for Jack as superior to theirs.
I responded by trauma dumping to a user I have never talked with before who questioned the state of my health when it came to Jack, which after a moot pointed out, realized that wasn’t the appropriate response to someone who might have just been showing genuine concern, even if it came off a bit rude initially. I don’t do well without tone indicators sometimes, so please forgive me. My hostility comes from a near decade of unhealthily bottling my mental health issues, because my mom never got me the care I needed, only threats to a psych ward.
I want to change; I realize my trauma dumping isn’t doing me or anyone else any favors, but when you have no money, no ability to drive, no other outlets, in a world that often shuns people like you, my options are very limited. I’ve had no luck finding a therapist for every issue I may have; this has been my coping mechanism since I was 15. I’m autistic, and still don’t feel like I ever aged mentally past 15 because of it. I was never given the tools I needed to be an adult, so I regress often. It’s the only thing I can think to do when shit goes south.
But enough with the pity story, I really just wanted to say that I’m sorry. Yeah, may not mean much, but, I really am sorry for everything, whether it’s being jealous over something I can’t control, or just being an awful friend.
I really am trying to get better, it’s just taking longer than I’ve planned for it to, because of things constantly getting pushed back.
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Don't be a stranger pt. 2
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You lot wanted it, so here it is. I probably would have done it anyway since it's been rattling around me little head, this one x
the reader comes back for seconds and gets her sweet little revenge for the mark that Liam left on her neck last time.
part one here for anyone who has just joined the party.
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You hadn’t necessarily planned on texting Liam after that first whirlwind of a day at their house. But as the days turned into a week, you found yourself unable to shake the memory of his smirk, the casual confidence in the way he teased you, and the heat of his kiss still tingling on your skin.
When you finally caved in and sent a text—just a simple “Hey, it’s me”—you told yourself it was just out of curiosity. Nowt more.
His reply came later that night, the screen lighting up your dark room.
“Took you long enough, love. Thought you’d bottled it, got me worried”
You rolled your eyes at the message but couldn’t fight the smile spreading across your face.
“Worried? Really?”
“Course. Not every day someone like you waltzes into me gaff, and leaves me wanting more.”
Your cheeks burned at his audacity.
“You’re ridiculous.”
“Ridiculously charming, you mean.”
The banter came naturally, his texts as playful and maddening as his in-person quips. What you didn’t expect was how much you’d start looking forward to them—or how much they revealed about Liam beyond the cocky front. Beneath it, there was a wit and depth that caught you a tad off guard. You found yourself talking about everything from music to the frustrations of everyday life, and before you knew it, you were texting late into the night more often than not.
It was dangerous territory, you knew that much. And yet, when Lennon invited you back over to finish the project draft the following week, you didn’t hesitate.
You arrived mid-afternoon, greeted once again by Liam instead of Lennon.
“Back again, eh?” he said, leaning against the doorframe with that same smirk that'd drive anyone up the wall.
“I’m here for Lennon,” you said pointedly, brushing past him into the house.
“Right,” Liam drawled, shutting the door behind you. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, love.”
Lennon was nowhere in sight, and Liam wasted no time making himself comfortable on the couch beside you.
“He’s upstairs,” Liam said, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table. “Probably lost in some boring uni nonsense. Reckon we’ve got a bit of time to kill.”
You gave him a wary look. “Don’t you have summat better to do?”
“Not really,” he said, grinning. “And even if I did, can’t think of anything better than windin’ you up.”
You tried to ignore him, pulling out your notes and pretending to organize them. But Liam was relentless.
“What’s this project of yours about, then?” he asked, leaning closer to peer over your shoulder.
“Media influence, told you already” you muttered, trying to focus on your pretend note organising.
“Fascinatin’,” he said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “Bet you’ve got loads of thrilling insights, don’t ya?”
You shot him a glare. “Do you ever take owt seriously?”
“Sure I do,” he said, feigning offense. “Just not boring uni projects - Proper dull, that. Can’t imagine Lennon’s much help with it, either.”
“He’s actually been great,” you said, your voice defensive.
Liam snorted. “Figures you’d say that. Always did like the serious types, didn’t ya?”
You frowned, confused. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just an observation,” Liam said, his tone light but his eyes sharp. “Bet you’ve never let yourself have a bit of fun, have you? Always playin’ it safe, always thinkin’ too much.”
His words struck a nerve, and the frustration bubbled to the surface before you could stop it. “And what’s wrong with that? At least I’m not going around acting like a...a walking ego with no sense of boundaries”
Liam grinned, clearly happy about successfully winding you up. “And we all know that you love when I break these boundaries, love.”
The tension crackled between you, the air thick with unspoken challenges. Liam’s gaze dropped briefly to your lips, and your heart skipped a beat.
“You’re impossible,” you muttered, standing abruptly. “I’m going to find Lennon.”
But as you turned to leave, Liam’s hand shot out, gently catching your wrist.
“Wait,” he said softly, the teasing edge gone from his voice.
You hesitated, glancing back at him. His expression was different now—more serious, more vulnerable.
“Don’t go,” he said, his grip light but firm. “Not yet.”
The sincerity in his tone threw you off balance, and before you could respond, he stood, stepping closer. The tension between you was almost unbearable, the silence filled with the sound of your racing heartbeat.
“Tell me you don’t feel it,” Liam said, his voice low and rough. “Go on, say it, and I’ll back off.”
You opened your mouth to reply, but no words came out.
Liam’s lips quirked into a small, knowing smile. “Thought so.”
He took another step closer, his hand still holding yours. “Let me kiss you again, love. Properly this time.”
Your resolve crumbled as he leaned in, his other hand brushing against your cheek. And when his lips met yours, it was as if the world stopped.
This kiss was slower, deeper, filled with all the unspoken tension that had been building between you. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with an intensity that left you breathless.
When you finally broke apart, your forehead resting against his, Liam let out a soft chuckle.
“Admit it,” he murmured, his voice still rough with emotion. “You’ve been wantin’ that as much as I have.”
You didn’t trust yourself to speak, so you just nodded, your cheeks flushing.
Lennon’s voice echoed faintly from upstairs, snapping you back to reality. You pulled away from Liam, your breath still uneven. His hands lingered at your waist for a moment before he reluctantly let go, his lips curving into a lazy grin.
“You’re trouble,” you whispered, taking a shaky step back.
Liam’s grin widened. “Takes one to know one, love.”
You rolled your eyes, but your flushed face betrayed the truth. Before you could overthink it, you mumbled something about needing to finish the project and hurried upstairs, leaving Liam behind with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face.
The next few days were a blur. Every time your phone buzzed, your heart jumped, half-expecting another message from Liam. And they came often—teasing, flirtatious, and persistent.
You ignored the more daring texts but couldn’t resist replying to the others, your banter sharp but secretly thrilled. Despite your best efforts, Liam had a way of getting under your skin, his charm impossible to ignore.
A week later, you found yourself back at their house, this time to review your final project draft. You were quite sad as that would be the last time you could arrive at Liam's with a good excuse, after this session the project would surely be done. Lennon was as diligent as ever, focused on editing while you fought to keep your thoughts in check.
You almost made it through the session without incident—until Lennon got a call and excused himself, leaving you alone in the living room again.
The silence was short-lived.
“Fancy seein’ you here.”
You didn’t even need to look up to know it was Liam. His voice had that familiar mix of amusement and mischief, and when you glanced toward the doorway, he was leaning against the frame, arms crossed.
“Not now, Liam,” you said, trying to sound firm.
But Liam was undeterred. “What’s the matter, love? Thought you’d be happy to see me.”
You huffed, turning back to your notes. “I’m trying to work.”
“Boring,” he said, strolling into the room. “C’mon, you can’t be serious all the time.”
“Some of us have priorities,” you shot back.
Liam plopped down on the couch beside you, far too close for comfort. “And some of us know how to have a bit of fun. When are you gonna loosen up, eh?”
You didn’t answer, keeping your eyes firmly on your notes. But Liam wasn’t one to give up easily.
“Still mad about the other day?” he asked, his tone teasing.
You looked at him sharply. “I’m not mad.”
He raised an eyebrow, his grin widening. “Could’ve fooled me.”
You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. “What do you want, Liam?”
He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur. “You.”
The word hung in the air, heavy with meaning. Your heart skipped a beat, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.
“Too bad,” you said, your voice steady despite the heat rising to your cheeks. “I’m not interested.” you said with zero conviction in your voice.
Liam chuckled, clearly sensing your lie. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, love.”
Before you could reply, he reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. The gesture was so unexpected—so gentle—that it left you momentarily stunned.
“You’re beautiful when you’re flustered, you know that?” he said softly, his gaze locking with yours.
Your breath hitched, and for a moment, the tension between you was unbearable. Liam’s hand lingered near your face, his thumb lightly grazing your cheek.
“We should stop” you said weakly, though you made no move to stop him.
Liam’s smile softened. “We don’t have to.”
And just like before, you found yourself leaning in. This time, the kiss was slower, more deliberate, as if both of you were savoring the moment. Liam’s hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer as his lips moved against yours with a confidence that left you breathless.
When the sound of footsteps on the stairs broke the spell, you pulled away abruptly, your heart pounding. Liam grinned, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
“Better get back to Lennon,” he said, his voice low. “Don’t want him gettin’ suspicious.”
You nodded, still dazed, and watched Liam hurry out of the room, your mind still racing.
That night, as you lay in bed, your phone buzzed with a new message.
“Still thinkin’ about me, love? Don’t lie—I know you are.”
You groaned, tossing your phone aside, but the smile tugging at your lips was impossible to ignore. Liam Gallagher was trouble, no doubt about it.
And yet, against all logic, you couldn’t seem to stay away.
The days that followed were a constant tug-of-war with yourself. Liam's texts kept coming leaving you blushing more with each one.
At first, you resisted replying. But by the third day, you’d had enough of pretending you weren’t thinking about him almost the entire time. With your heart pounding, you finally texted back:
“Fine. Come over tomorrow night. Just you.”
His reply was immediate.
“Now we’re talkin’. What time, love?” “7. And don’t be late.” “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You stared at your phone after sending the message, half-excited, half-terrified. This was reckless, you knew that much. But the truth was, you didn’t care anymore.
The next evening, you found yourself pacing your living room, nerves buzzing as the clock ticked closer to seven. When the doorbell finally rang, you took a deep breath and opened it to find Liam leaning casually against the doorframe, a crooked grin on his face.
“Well, don’t you look nice,” he said, his eyes raking over you with a smirk that made your cheeks heat. “All done up for me, are you?”
You crossed your arms, trying to ignore the way your stomach flipped. “I didn’t do anything special.”
“Sure, love,” he said, stepping inside. “Just happened to be wearin’ that when I showed up, yeah? Don’t lie to me; I know effort when I see it.”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” you shot back, shutting the door behind him.
He turned to face you, the teasing glint in his eye sharpening. “Oh, I don’t need to, love. You’re doin’ all the flattering for me. I mean, this,” he gestured to you with an exaggerated sweep of his hand, “is practically a declaration of love.”
You groaned, resisting the urge to toss a pillow at him. “You’re insufferable.”
“And yet, you invited me over,” he said, his smirk growing. “Must mean you like me a little bit.”
“Don’t push it,” you said, trying to sound firm. But the smirk on his face told you he saw right through you.
Liam followed you to the couch, where you’d set out drinks to break the tension. He plopped down beside you, stretching out in that effortlessly confident way of his.
“So,” he said, picking up his glass. “What’s the plan, love? Bit of small talk before you ravish me, or are we skipping straight to the fun part?”
You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Give over.”
“Oh I know you love it” he said, grinning as he leaned back against the cushions.
You laughed shaking your head. “How do you even fit that ego through the door?”
“Talent,” he said smugly, taking a sip of his drink.
The teasing went on for a while, the conversation flowing easily as it always did. But there was a new edge to it tonight, a tension that simmered just beneath the surface. Liam’s gaze lingered a little longer, his touches—an arm draped over the back of the couch, a hand brushing yours—more deliberate.
Finally, you set your glass down and turned to face him fully. “Alright, enough games,” you said, your voice steady despite the butterflies in your stomach. “Why don’t we stop pretending we’re here to just talk?”
Liam’s smirk widened, his eyes darkening with something that made your pulse quicken. “Thought you’d never ask, love.”
He leaned in slowly, giving you plenty of time to pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you met him halfway, your lips crashing together in a kiss that was as electric as it was inevitable.
Liam’s hands were on you immediately, pulling you closer until you were practically in his lap. His lips moved against yours with a confidence that made your head spin, his hands sliding up your back, tangling in your hair.
“You’ve been drivin’ me mad, y’know that?” he murmured against your lips, his voice rough with desire.
“You’re one to talk,” you shot back, your fingers tugging at his shirt.
He chuckled, his lips trailing down to your neck. “Can’t help myself around you, love. You’re irresistible.”
You let out a soft gasp as his lips found that sensitive spot just below your jaw, his teeth grazing your skin. “Liam—”
“Hmm?” he murmured, his lips still on your neck.
“Don’t you dare—”
But it was too late. You felt the familiar pressure of his lips against your skin, the telltale heat of a hickey forming.
“Liam!” you exclaimed, pulling back to glare at him.
He looked entirely too pleased with himself, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “Couldn’t resist,” he said with a grin.
You narrowed your eyes at him while he leaned back a little with an unapologetic smirk.
You pushed him back slightly, your lips quirking into a sly smile. “Fine. But if you’re going to keep marking me up, it’s only fair I get to do the same.”
Liam raised an eyebrow, and his grin turned downright devilish as he leaned back against the couch. His hands stayed planted firmly on your waist, holding you there like he wasn’t planning to let you go anytime soon. “Oh, is that how it works now? You think you can keep up with me, love?”
“I don’t think—I know,” you said, your confidence unwavering even though his smirk made your stomach twist.
“Big words,” he said, his voice dripping with mockery as he tilted his head to expose his neck. “Go on, then. Show me what you’ve got. But don’t cry when you realize you’re not in my league.”
You scoffed, leaning closer. “I’m not going to cry.”
“No?” he teased, raising his eyebrows. “You sure about that? Last time I so much as nipped you, you were practically beggin’ me to stop. Or was it to keep going?” He cocked his head as if in mock thought. “Hard to remember—it’s all a blur of you moanin’ my name.”
“Shut up, Liam,” you snapped, your cheeks burning despite yourself.
“Shutting up,” he said, the grin never leaving his face. “But I’ve got to say, the view from here is pretty spectacular.” His eyes dragged over you pointedly. “You got all dolled up just to get your revenge, didn’t you? Go on, admit it. Could’ve come out in your pajamas, but no—you went full effort.”
You huffed and tried to ignore him, leaning in closer to press your lips to his neck, but he wasn’t finished.
“I mean, it’s flattering, really,” he said, his voice dropping into that low, teasing tone that made your skin prickle. “All this just for me? Sweetheart, if you wanted to impress me, you could’ve just said so.”
“Oh my God, Liam,” you said, your voice muffled against his skin as you tried to block him out.
But he wasn’t letting you off that easily. “What?” he said, his voice lilting with mock innocence. “You’re makin’ me feel special, love. You’re desperate to make your mark, aren’t you?”
“Desperate?” you echoed, pulling back just enough to glare at him.
“Yeah,” he said, leaning forward so his breath brushed your ear. “You’ve been thinkin’ about this, haven’t you? Wondering how it’d feel to take control for once. Bet it’s been driving you mad, hasn’t it?”
“You’re unreal” you muttered, trying to focus on your task.
“And you’re stalling,” he said, grinning as he leaned back again. “Come on, then. Show me what you’ve got. Or is all that fire just for show?”
Your pride refused to let him win. “Fine. But don’t complain when you’re the one left squirming.”
“Oh, I’m quaking in my boots,” he quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
You ignored him and pressed your lips to the curve of his neck. You started with a gentle kiss, your lips brushing over his skin like a whisper. His body tensed beneath you, though he tried to play it off.
“Is that it?” he asked, though his voice was already a little uneven. “Didn’t realize revenge was meant to tickle.”
You smirked against his neck, letting your teeth graze the sensitive spot just below his jawline. His breath hitched, and the grip on your waist tightened reflexively.
“Better?” you murmured, your lips brushing against his skin as you spoke.
“Gettin’ there,” he said, though his voice was noticeably rougher.
You sucked gently at first, testing the waters, then increased the pressure, making sure to take your time. His breathing grew heavier, and his hands flexed on your hips like he was trying to stay still.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice low and strained. “Alright, love, point made.”
But you weren’t done. You moved slightly, finding a new spot just above his collarbone, and sucked harder, your teeth grazing his skin enough to make him let out a low, guttural sound that sent a thrill through you.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” you teased, emboldened by his reaction.
“Don’t get cocky,” he rasped, though his hands slid up your back, pressing you closer. “You’re not—oh, fuckin' hell—” His words cut off as you sucked again, the mark blooming dark against his pale skin.
Liam chuckled, his hands tightening on your waist. “Not bad,” he said, his voice rough. “But you’re gonna have to do better than that if you wanna keep up with me.”
You leaned in closer, your lips brushing against his ear. “Oh, I’m just getting started.”
You pulled back, a smirk tugging at your lips as you watched him, utterly satisfied with the two dark marks you’d left on his skin. But your mischievous side flared, and you leaned in again, catching his gaze.
“You know,” you said softly, your voice dripping with intent, “I think I’ve found the perfect spot this time.”
Liam raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but also a little wary. “Oh, is that right? You reckon you’ve got me figured out now?”
“Maybe,” you teased, the corners of your mouth curling as you moved in closer. “Or maybe I’ve just been saving the best for last, all for you love.”
His body stiffened slightly, but he didn’t pull away. His hands slid up to your back, fingers grazing the edges of your shirt, and he met your eyes with an almost challenging glint. “You’re gonna keep me here, then? Got no other plans, huh?”
You didn’t answer, too focused on the task at hand. Instead, you let your lips hover near his skin, just inches away, and he exhaled sharply, like he knew exactly what was coming.
You lowered your mouth to the side of his neck, your lips brushing over the sensitive skin as you tested for that perfect spot. He twitched, and you smirked, immediately knowing you’d found it. His breath hitched slightly, and before he could say anything, you pressed your lips firmly against the warm skin, sucking gently at first.
He froze, his hands gripping your waist, as you felt his pulse quicken under your lips. You couldn’t help but smile into the skin, feeling that rush of power as he tensed, knowing you had him just where you wanted him.
Liam’s breath hitched. “Bloody hell,” he muttered, his voice low and strained. But you didn’t stop—this time you sucked harder, your lips pressing down with a firm, determined pressure. You felt the soft pulse of his skin beneath you, and the moment your teeth grazed his neck, Liam let out a sharp gasp, his hands digging into your hair, tugging you even closer.
“Oh God,” he groaned, his voice thick with a mix of shock and desire. “You really know what you’re doin’, don’t you?”
“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, pressing deeper, your tongue flicking out against the sensitive area. His body was shaking slightly beneath your touch, but he didn’t dare move away. His hands gripped your hair harder, guiding you with desperate urgency as his breathing became uneven.
You could feel the strain in his neck as he stretched it out, giving you better access. “Jesus,” he muttered, his voice tight with tension. “I swear to God, love...”
You took that as your cue to push even further. With one final, decisive suck, you pulled away to admire your work. The mark you’d left was darker, deeper, and undoubtedly the best one yet.
Liam let out a groan of both frustration and pleasure, and you could see how the edge of his control was slipping. He was breathing heavily, eyes fluttering shut for a moment as he tried to regain his composure. His lips parted as though to speak, but nothing came out. His hands were still in your hair, keeping you impossibly close, his breath warm against your skin.
“You’re gonna be walking around with this for days, aren’t you?” you teased, the power shift intoxicating. “You’re not gonna be able to hide it.”
Liam let out a low, throaty laugh, his voice rough with need. “I don’t bloody care, love. You could cover me in them, for all I care. Doesn’t bother me.”
“Oh, I know it doesn’t,” you said, eyes glinting with mischief. “You like it, don’t you? Being marked like this.”
“Yeah, well,” Liam muttered, still catching his breath, “You’ve got me all turned on now, couldn’t care less who sees it.” He leaned in close again, his lips brushing against your ear, the warmth of his breath making your heart race. “I’m not the one hiding, am I?”
The night blurred after that, a mix of kisses, laughter, and whispered challenges. By the time you finally collapsed against him, both of you were marked with more than a few hickeys.
Your face was hot, your breath still coming in uneven pants as you looked at Liam, whose own face was similarly flushed. He was studying you now, his eyes dark but soft, filled with something you couldn’t quite place.
“You alright?” he asked, his voice rougher than usual, his fingers tracing lightly across the small hickeys you’d left on his neck.
You nodded, still catching your breath, the intensity of the moment slowly sinking in. "Yeah... I'm good."
Liam chuckled softly, shaking his head, clearly still in disbelief at the way the night had unfolded. "You're bloody brilliant, you know that, love?"
You smiled, teasing as always. "Glad you think so, Gallagher, same goes out to you"
But despite the playful banter, there was something deeper there now, an unspoken connection that neither of you could deny. The night had shifted, but it hadn’t ended. And as you stayed close, tangled in his arms, you both knew that things had changed between you—and there was no going back.
Still, the reality started to set in, and you hesitated for a moment, your thoughts clouded with uncertainty. You bit your lip, gathering the courage to speak up.
"Hey, Liam," you started, your voice quieter now, the playful edge gone, replaced with a vulnerable honesty. "I don’t want this to just be a one-night thing, you know? I... I want more than that."
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into one of those familiar teasing grins. "Oh, so now you want more? Where was this earlier, love? I coulda been yours way back when, but you had to play it cool, didn’t ya?"
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn’t help but smile at his typical Liam bravado. But you weren’t backing down. "I didn’t know what I wanted until now," you admitted, your voice quieter, more sincere. "But I know I don’t want this to end like some fling."
Liam's grin softened a little as he studied you, that playful edge still there but with a new tenderness. He leaned in, brushing his lips lightly across yours, almost as if he were testing the waters.
“Should’ve said summat before, then, if you wanted to be me girl,” he teased, though there was something genuine behind the words. "But I'll allow it, love."
Your heart fluttered at the way he said it, the mix of cocky and sweet that only Liam Gallagher could pull off. And before you could respond, he pulled you in again, his lips pressing against yours in a kiss that was somehow both lazy and full of fire, the promise of something deeper between you both.
You melted into him, your body fitting against his like it always had been meant to. The kiss deepened, the air around you thick with everything that had been unsaid before, everything you were now ready to face. As his hands pulled you closer, you could feel that you were both stepping into something new—something that could be real. And you weren’t about to let it slip away.
He grinned, pulling you closer. “Think we’re gonna have a lot of fun, you and me.”
And for once, you didn’t argue.
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Hope you lot liked it. Kept it proper long ’cause I know the pain when a fic cuts off too soon. Also, let’s be real—I’m just hopelessly head over heels for that man
waiting for your feedback me celestial bastards xx
#liam gallagher x reader#liam gallagher xf!reader#liam gallagher x f!reader#liam gallagher x you#liam gallagher one shots#oasis x reader#oasis one shots#liam gallagher fanfiction#oasis fanfiction#britpop#britpop x reader
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Heyyy, so I saw a post on Michaelas blog talking about MC teaching Sam or Damien how to read while teasing them and such, I DMd you the post. Do you think you can write that with Sam and Mika?
I had so much fun writing the teasing part of this!
Private Tutoring
Reading lessons aren’t going well for Sam. Mika finds that he can focus better when she uses her tongue, but soon the teacher is distracted from the lesson.
“Fuck this! I’ve gone a hundred years as an illiterate idiot. I can spend the next hundred the same way!”
Damien lays a hand on Mika’s shoulder, keeping her from darting out after Sam, “He needs a minute.”
She blows out a sigh in an attempt to clear the jitters from Sam’s startling outburst. “ I just don’t know what to do. I know memorization is boring, but I don’t want to treat him like a child….”
Mika drops her head into her hands and groans, “and now he hates me.”
Damien pats her back, “You know he doesn’t hate you”
“He hates me as a teacher then.” Mika pouts.
He chuckles, “I don’t think Sam is capable of hating any part of you.” Shaking his head he adds almost under his breath, “Himself on the other hand…”
Mika is halfway to the library door before she turns towards Damien guiltily.
“Go”, He waves a hand lazily “I’ve got these worksheets to finish.”
~
Mika finds Sam on the roof.
He watches her carefully as she hoists herself up from the window, “You shouldn’t be up here with your fragile human bones.”
“You shouldn’t be up here with your fragile demon ego” Mika rolls her eyes before wincing at the offended look on Sam’s face.
She sucks a breath through her teeth, “Sorry, that’s not what I came up here to do.”
Sam groans and pushes his fingers through his hair roughly, “No, It’s a fair hit. I bet I sounded like a spoiled brat back there.”
Mika sits next to him, “Nah, just a frustrated one.”
He huffs through his nose, “That’s putting it mildly.”
“Do you…need some more time alone?” Mika starts to get up but is stopped by Sam’s hand on her own.
“No! it’s just…” words seem to fail him for a few moments before they all come tumbling from his mouth, “I feel so fucking stupid. There’s a million tiny squiggles that have names and make noises, but sometimes they make different noises. Like, how can anyone learn all that crap! But Damien gets it! And then I realize I’m jealous of Damien for sounding out ‘the cat sat on the fuckin’ mat’, which is stupid and pathetic!”
Sam’s face turns bright red at his outburst. He covers it with his hands and falls back onto the roof, “The only thing my brute head is good for is takin’ hits.”
Mika blinks back her surprise at the rollercoaster of emotions. “I wish you wouldn’t talk about my friend like that.” She finally murmurs.
“I’ll apologize to Damien later” Sam mumbles through his hands.
“I was talking about you, doofus!”
He’s suddenly in her face, eyes wide, and cheeks flushed, “You can’t call me that!”
“Why not?” Mika cocks her head, curious about this sudden passion.
“Be- because that’s what I call you!”
“So?”
Everything about Sam seems to soften. When he finally speaks his voice has a softer, richer tone “So it’s special, okay?”
“Oh… O-okay.” It’s Mika’s turn to blush.
“You’re special.” Sam’s low voice affects her more strongly than any enthrallment. Mika’s heart races, deepening the shade of red on her face and making her palms feel sweaty where they grip the roof like a lifeline.
When she notices his eyes flick down to her lips, she closes the short distance between them.
The kiss is soft and passionate. Their lips move in a steady rhythm against each other, every movement makes Mika feel warmer and warmer. Her chest constricts with emotion, and she has to pull back to catch her breath.
The starstruck look Sam gives her has Mika diving back into him. She straddles his lap as she grips his shoulders. The second kiss is deep and needy. Mika pulls Sam impossibly closer as his tongue swirls inside her mouth.
Sam moves to kiss at the side of her throat and Mika rolls her hips into him in response.
“Oh, Mika”
The girl shivers at the feeling of his lips forming her name on her sensitive neck. Sam repeats her name, and an idea forms in Mika’s mind.
She drops her head to his ear and whispers, “Sam”
Mika grins wickedly as the demon shudders underneath her.
Starting just below his earlobe, she traces an ‘s’ with the tip of her tongue. An ‘a’ takes up the middle of his neck, and Mika gently tugs down the collar of his short to make room for the ‘m’ gracing his collarbone.
“Wait? Was that—”
Mika places a gentle finger of his lips as she moves to his other side.
She repeats the process of whispering his name and carefully tracing each letter.
This time when she finishes Sam exhales a quiet statement, “My name.”
“Ah, so you can spell when your… attention is on it.” Mika teases with a wink.
“Not funny.” Sam huffs.
“Not trying to be.” Mika says gently as she cups the side of his face. “A good teacher meets the needs of her student. And I think you need some hands on learning.”
She emphasizes her point by sliding her free hand down his chest. Her fingers come to the hem of his shirt and tug at it, “Your other name has a lot more letters.”
Sam whips his shirt off and stares at her expectantly. Mika gently pushes on his shoulders until he’s lying back on the roof.
Mika’s hair slides forward to frame her face as she bends down to whisper in his ear, “Aomaris.”
The demon’s hands fly up to grab Mika’s hips, they move with her as she hovers over his chest. Her tongue traces an ‘a’ on his pectoral, the ‘o’ follows below it. Mika can feel his abs clenching under her tongue as it writes ‘m’ ‘a’ ‘r’ ‘i’ down his stomach. She takes her time demonstrating a languid ‘s’ down Sam’s hipbone.
She crawls back up his body slowly chanting, “A-O-M-A-R-I-S.” When she reaches his face her lips ghost over his as she whispers, “Aomaris.”, before lowing herself the final distance to kiss him properly.
When their lips part Sam pleads, “Show me again… please.”
Mika dives to his other side. Her lips press against his neck as she says his name again. She repeats the ‘a’ on his other pectoral, but elects to circle his nipple with her ‘o’. Sam’s grip of her hips tightens. Mika’s tongue moves slowly for the ‘m’ ‘a’ ‘r’ ‘i’ , savoring the taught muscle of her canvas. Her final ‘s’ dips even lower than the first, her tongue exploring the space where Sam’s hip dips below the fabric of his waistband.
Mika is breathless as she groans, “Aomaris” just above the button of Sam’s jeans. She feels a pulsing against her cheek as he groans her name in response.
She bites the fabric surrounding the button and yanks it free. Her tongue plays with the zipper as Sam’s breath hitches.
When the zipper is finally lowered, Mika wastes no time sliding his boxers down. His thick cock springs free and bounces against her cheek. Sam makes a small noise in the back of his throat.
As Mika licks up from the base to the tip, she marvels at how it has fit inside her before and wonders if it will fit anywhere else. When the tip of Mika’s tongue flicks over the tip of Sam’s length it twitches mightily. Sam begins unraveling, “Shit. Fuck, Mika!”
She pops the head in her mouth and swirls her tongue around it a few times, eliciting another string of curses, “Oh hells, your mouth! Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Sam’s hands move to grab her ass. Mika moans into him and he gasps.
Mika decides to test her theory. Her mouth slides slow down a few inches before moving back up again. With each bob of her head Mika gets another inch into her throat. The demon’s words have become mostly incoherent, “Mnnn Mika. Yes. Please…. Fuck.”
A few tantalizing inches short, Mika gags hard and sits up to catch her breath. From where he lays on the roof, Sam guides Mika to straddle his hips. He grinds into her core to emphasize each word, “You. Are. So. Fucking. Hot.”
Mika shudders at the feeling of a cock pushing against her folds, separated by her thin panties. She slides her skirt higher up her hips and slides her panties to the side, “Fuck me.”
Sam uses one hand to line himself up with her entrance and the other to hold her chin close to his face. All at once Mika sees his eyes glow a bright gold while the tingling sensation of enthrallment washes over her body and his cock slides inside her.
Mika’s mind is immediately lost in pleasure. She grinds down with small quick thrusts, already tasting the beginning of her orgasm.
It’s all Sam can do to match her intensity as he grunts out more curses between clenched teeth. “Fuck, Mika. Ride me! Hells you feel amazing. Don’t stop. Shit, don’t stop.”
It doesn’t take long until the enthrallment peaks. Mikas nails dig into Sam’s biceps as his fingers bruise her hips.
As the haze of her arousal fades Mika suddenly feels exposed on the roof, “H-how about we, ummm…” she glances awkwardly at where they’re still connected.
Sam eases out of her with a small gasp and carefully replaces her underwear and skirt. “Let’s go inside.”
Mika nods.
Before she can climb off his lap, Sam sits up and whispers into her ear suggestively, “but I’m not done with you yet. There are so many more words I want to spell with you ~”
#seduce me otome#seduce me the otome#seduce me#seduceme#ask#fanfiction#seduce me fanfiction#seduce me mika#sam x mika#seduce me sam
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can’t express how wonderful the changes have been in my life this past month. I’m beyond grateful and so full of love and joy
#everything is better I’m having so much fun#we decorated today and my home is soooooooooo cute lmk if u wanna see#and work is brilliant and my personal life is fantastic and even family stuff is easier#some very cute things happening#in other departments#Also#im slightly concerned my family wanna adopt jojo#she hugged my abuela who was sooooo happy about it cos I don’t hug#and we spent like an hour on the phone to my dad today#basically just he and jojo chatting#I was just there#and everyone agrees how nice my home is now#with jojo here likes it’s EXTRA HOMELY#oh the love of friends!!!!!#like I could’ve lived alone#there is legit no one else I would want in my home#but we perfectly compliment the others quirks#im super duper happy about my whole life rn
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EVERMORE by taylor swift (feat. bon iver) — “and i was catching my breath, floors of a cabin creaking under my step. and i couldn’t be sure, i had a feeling so peculiar, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore.”
my #swiftiegiftexchange2024 for @lovesickallovermybed!!!! 🫶🏽🫶🏽
#HIII HII HII how are you <3333 SO sorry for being slightly to the party but HII#i saw that you are currently recovering from surgery and i‘m wishing you all the best and =a faster recovery 💗💗 i hope you’re okay and#are feeling and getting much better every day 💗💗💗#i’m your anon swiftie and it was really nice to get to know you!! 🫶🏽 you’re super super talented and your gifs are so so STUNNING#it was such an honor to be your anon for this event and i had such a fun time making this !#i was SO excited when i saw that some of your favorite ts songs are evermore and idsb. really really sorry i didn’t have the time to make#something for both because my laptop went dead for sometime and i ended up only having the time to make this 😭#evermore the song is something i hold and cherish deeply in my heart too and it was something that has seen some of the worst of my days#and so i decided to do this song for your gift instead!#i can’t really gif much and couldn’t even try#because my laptop in which i had installed ps in went rip so i decided to make you this#(slightly messy sorryy) scrapbook of my view of the song! i tried to incorporate some of the descriptive lyrics and the objects mentioned i#the song and i hope you like it 😁!#and because i think evermore is also something that IS meant to be incredibly personal to the people that listen to it#i decided to include some photos (+added highlights on every lyric that has ever touched me which is almost everything as you can see 😭)#of some of my journal pages on which i rewrote the entire lyrics (except bon iver’s addition 😅) in ‘21 when the song meant to me the most!#i hope you're having a great dayy love 🫶🏽🫶🏽#SwiftieGiftExchange2024#taylor swift#tswiftedit#evermore#*my edits#nadine.mp3
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gen loss dump part 2 :]
i have a gen loss playlist so the last two was me hitting randomize and drawing a pic based on the song before it finished. the second one technically isn’t that cause charlie’s inferno isn’t on apple music cause they hate me so it’s way more of the song out of spite because they wouldn’t give it to me.
#spotify is prolly better (definitely is for finding playlists i use spotify to find playlists still and then add those songs to my own lmao#but dad pays for a family apple music subscription and free music streaming is infinitely better then paying for my own spotify#also my wound reference i feel like i let him off easy from the seven foot tall wire security monster#but idk this was drawn a year ago idk what i was doing#like i agree w the vest just being REALLLL bad bruising and internal stuff but i feel like he had wayyyy more open area besides that to get#fucked up besides just his arms#but i guess since the wire monster also got turned off by the button since it didn’t immediately go at ranboo next then maybe that’s still#reasonable idk#generation loss#generation loss fanart#ranboo fanart#continuing my not spamming tags trend so even though i bc puls have tagged all three of them im not gonna#still posting this primarily for me and for everyone else second#OH THE OUTFITS ARE FROM MY PIN BOARDS#I MAKE OUTFIT BOARDS FOR EVERYTHING ITS SO FUN#LIKE EVERY FANDOM IVE POSTED HERE HAS ONE#ITS BAD#and then irl i wear sweats and t shirt lmao#i found mouse trap game board earrings#i spend too much time on those finding highly specific bullshit#the jrwi one is especially cringe cause i have a different section for all of the what ifs#and that shit lasted one (1) episode#also the full color drawing i’m so >:| about it#i need to practice coloring sooooo badly but i always get frustrated w it#i need to slow tf down idk#but thats also from nearly a year ago so
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How we feeling in this fine SOTR day, fam?
Because I’m feeling…something for sure!
#the cover sure is…something#the blurb is fine (better than the cover)#as always The Hunger Games fandom continues to overthink things#or at least my little friend group in the discord.#I have no doubt that the book will be great in terms of content!#for right now… The silence is loud#I just know that this could’ve been so much better in a myriad of facets.#because this is just going to be the same thing that we started with#The only thing that will be new to us are a few characters and possibly a place name and that’s it.#also the more that I think about it the more hideous the cover becomes#and the blurb as well. This doesn’t give us anything new!#The blurb literally tells us everything that we already know from Everlark watching his games in catching fire#nothing fun or exciting.#this could’ve been so much better! Give us more! I’m bored and sad and disappointed!#me#my post#the hunger games#thg#sunrise on the reaping#SOTR
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Here’s a bit of a panel from the next seven pages (11-19) of “Best Friends”. The miwi is coming back!
#my art#miwi comic: 'best friends'#byler#these pages as so much more fun to draw#mostly because they have lines and I just have to colour most of them#but also because of the miwi#there’s only two pages I have to do a bit more for#and those ones I’m actually kinda excited to do#so everything is better#and the vibe of most of these pages is kinda pastel-y/soft#so it’s nice to do that too
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I’m so exhausted and fatigued lmao o|-<
My muscles take so much effort to move and I feel like I have now energy haha. Been so busy the past couple of days (and today) and I still have two more of these shifts to go. I’m gonna need to lie down or something when I get home bc ughhhh.
This week is kicking my ass 😭 and I barely have much time to socialize or converse with friends bc I’m at work all day, so my only resort to trying to keep myself sane is by complaining into the void (and then when I do get home I still need to do a few things and once that’s all done my ACTUAL day starts at 7pm and I’m too head empty to really do fun things 😭 and usually at that time all the activity has died down already so even if I had more energy for it, no one is around and it suuuucks).
At least I’m back to my less shifts in a couple of weeks, but I just don’t have the physical (or mental, but mainly physical) stamina for this as much as I used to.
#blabbering#sorry to everyone I know about all my complaining#all I wanna do is have fun and socialize with everyone but scheduling and work keeps working against me#and I need to complain somewhere so I can feel a little better#and not having time to talk to anyone much is making me so antsy#I’m also on my lunch rn and idk what else to do#my everything is so sore#even standing is tiring#this week is gonna kill me
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Here *throws random and actually much more important than I realised at first OC redesign at you after two and a half years since the OG*
Meifeng, Ming-Hua’s cousin! I just randomly remembered that she exists while putting together my OC family tree and since the only art I have of her is… nearly 3 years old and mediocre at best, and Kat and I have recently spent so much time focusing on Red Lotus siblings, I thought “Hey, why not redraw her? Just because she’s a cousin and not a sister doesn’t make her any less special than Lien-Hua, Summiya, Aiza or Haya!” (On that note… Nia give someone a brother challenge. The only one that counts is Aiza and she’s only a brother half the time)
Some headcanons about her, both new and old (the old copy-pasted over and slightly edited to save everyone the second hand embarrassment of going to look at my old art), which will go under the cut because this has gotten LONG:
Old:
Older than Ming-Hua by around 10 years
Her dad is the older half-brother of Ming-Hua's mom who’s… not the most fond of their side of the family
Has never left her home in the Foggy Swamp Water Tribe
Master healer, specialises in children. Can't have any of her own because of the high pollution levels in the swamp which is why she puts all those motherly instincts into teaching and caring for kids
Got a scar on her leg while saving Ming-Hua from some wild swamp creature when the latter was a child who was absolutely convinced she could handle everything herself and never listened to anyone. Ming-Hua still insists she had everything under control that day
She tried to understand Ming-Hua's perspective on things, she really did, but ultimately tribe mentality and fear for her cousin’s safety, believing her not to be nearly as capable as she claims to be, won over
Attempted to stop Ming-Hua from running away but was, obviously, unsuccessful
Was the one consoling Nuying after Ming-Hua left
Helped Suiren learn waterbending and held genuine affection for the girl, although she ultimately refused when Suiren begged for the chance for her and Midori to escape from Haya and live with the tribe. She thought that while Suiren would most likely adjust well, Midori was simply too Gaoling to survive in a place as dark, damp and isolated as the Swamp. She regrets that decision every day since she found out Suiren became an assassin
Mourned Ming-Hua more than anyone else in the tribe when informed of her death
New:
Was the one who babysat Ming-Hua a lot when Nuying was going through one of her depressive episodes after Cadeo left, and Ming-Hua actually enjoyed spending time with her because she was a lot less overbearing and protective than her mother. Was the first person to start calling her Ming. Sometimes Ming-Ming, but Ming-Hua had a tendency to deliver a very hard kick to the shins every time she tried that
Never left Nuying’s side when she got sick in the years following Ming-Hua’s disappearance, no matter how much everyone, including her own father, told her to stay away, there’s nothing she can do to help her. In her final moments, Nuying was delirious with fever and called out for Ming-Hua. Meifeng didn’t have the heart to remind her that her daughter left so instead let her hair down, covered her own hand in water and told Nuying that she was “right here, mom. I’m right here” and stayed like that until Nuying passed
When Ming-Hua returned, Meifeng was the one to break the news to her. Later, when Ming-Hua asked how and when it happened, she couldn’t quite stop herself from snapping at her because she should have been there, Meifeng shouldn’t have had to pretend to be her so her mother could die without worrying about where her daughter was. Their relationship never really fully recovered after that fight
Still, she had met Suiren when she was little on the rare occasions when the Red Lotus passed through the Swamp and Ming-Hua chose to take her daughter to visit the tribe. She never met Midori, but she did see Ming-Hua pregnant with her once
Didn’t know about Ming-Hua’s imprisonment until an 11-year-old Suiren told her because world news don’t reach into the heart of the Swamp. She just thought they had decided to stop visiting. The news crushed her but… a part of her couldn’t help but go “you should have fucking listened to me when I told you to stay, then this wouldn’t have happened”
Her teaching Suiren waterbending involved mostly the basics of combat (she herself doesn’t know much of it since she’s a healer), plantbending and healing. Suiren reached her level of mastery and proficiency as well as figured out icebending on her own through sheer determination and spite (she’s so much like her mama 🥹🥹🥹)
Is the only one from the tribe Suiren had ever confessed to about being an assassin. That knowledge broke her heart and she spent all those years absolutely terrified that Suiren would meet Ming-Hua’s fate. When Suiren stopped visiting at one point (when she left for her mission to kill Kuvira, got injured, recovered at ATI, reunited with her parents, broke Kuvira out and started living with her, etc etc) she had assumed that it really did happen, until Suiren randomly showed up one day with Kuvira in tow (Meifeng did not approve bc of the whole spirit vine thing 😅)
Absolutely reunited with Ming-Hua at some point and it was an extremely emotional moment
Ripped Cadeo a new one when he suddenly appeared looking for his daughter after 45+ years after it became common knowledge that the RL are all alive and no longer wanted by the law
All in all… quite an interesting character that I really should do something with at some point, bc how come Ming-Hua’s family is the only one to get 0 attention in our discussions?? #justiceformeifeng2024
#my art#artists on tumblr#the legend of korra#original character#seeds of the red lotus#sotrl meifeng#she doesn’t actually appear in any of my works. let alone sotrl. but she exists in that verse#and it’s the verse in which she plays the most major role so… that’s what her tag is now#anyway#it doesn’t seem that way but she really is a very emotionally conflicting character for me#because she was in the position to get Suiren and Midori away from Haya only four years after they were left with her#which would have left them with 75% less trauma#but she didn’t. coming up with quite a bullshit excuse#yes Midori would have missed the sun and everything but the swamp is still miles better than Haya#meifeng must have seen his skittish Suiren is. how skinny. how bruised#and yet she did nothing. yet another adult whose inaction led to tragedy#ugh. imagine a UtOS-style au where she does take them in and while the biggest obstacle is the trauma#Midori does have an insanely hard time adjusting#she’d probably spend most of her time by the giant tree because the sun gets through there#and maybe one day.. she’d run into one cranky old earthbender#who takes her up as a protege for old times’ sake#(and later hooks her up with her granddaughter– WHO SAID THAT??)#and Suiren would grow up to be a swamp warrior who decides to go after Kuvira when she harvests the spirit vines#I’m a fucking genius#Kat if you’re reading this. look at what fun new branch of the multiverse my brain just spat out!! come yell about it with me!!!#but okay. that is currently besides the point. back to meifeng#you know…#‘oh my art has really stagnated I feel like I haven’t improved in years’#BITCH THIS YOU?? look at the OG version and look at this and TELL ME you haven’t improved#my self hatred may be intense but even I can admit that I’ve gotten much better at drawing. in the character design department at least
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shit might suck right now for me health and mentally wise BUT at least my doctor said that i should get vaccinated for the rona and flu so i get to do that for free now forever so at least that’s something
#i still haven’t recovered from the sickness my siblings inflicted on me#i’ll be better for a day or two and then i don’t get so much sleep one night#because i haven’t gotten my sleeping pill prescription refilled yet#and then i wake up feeling like shit and full of phlegm#i know it’s the same one because it’s not like i’m out here getting reinfected by anyone#and then my sleep shit snowballs from how late i wake up and how much longer everything takes when im sick#and the only thing that reminded me consistently to take my evening meds is broken#and i have to contact the provider that lent it to me and also i have to contact like seven others for various things#and some of them are easy to get ahold of and some are a nightmare and all is too much#needless to say i’m ‘going through’ ‘it’ as the kids say#AND school on top of that???#i feel bad for being so offline because i feel like im letting people down with the fundraiser stuff#but you can see why i’m like.#i’ll be back when i have my shit together enough that i won’t lose my disability benefits next year#because that’s another fucking sword of damocles i’m oscillating between trying not to think about and having debilitating anxiety over#and i have to apply but i need an updated study plan for that but the guy who is in charge of those#cancelled our appointment so i had to book another one which is a few days before a school related deadline#and i’m probably going to be broke as hell beginning of next year anyway because the benefits renewal process takes on average 6 months ime#and it comes with backpay but i have a old ass senior dog. so that’s going to be fun juggling vet bills 🙃#normally i’d sprinkle this stuff a little here or there but i haven’t been online to do that do you get it all at once
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I have !!! my own copy !! of war and peace !!!!
#camera talks#entirely /pos#I was (and still am) borrowing from the library#however my mom found a copy in a to be thrown away bin and grabbed it for me which is sooo awesome I’m having so much fun rn#they are different translations and also font sizes and everything so that will be a slight adjustment in reading it lol#but I’m glad I have my own copy ngl it was going to take me awhile to read#this is very exciting#my day is still not the best and I’m very tired but it made my day a lot better /gen#yippee <3#anyways time for tech booth stuff :)
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so today went. well???
#started off strong by finding my classrooms with my friend#then we went to the mall to get school supplies#it was super chill and lots of fun#that friend is always like no-pressure but hella fun#then i went and hung out with ANOTHER friend#and there were tears bc they’re having a hard time rn and their brain is being a DICK to them#and they were able to talk things out and i’m not good at comforting people but i’m glad i was at least there for them#and then we watched a show#then something came up and ~I~ was the one crying#but that didn’t last long bc i tried to explain something and made reference to a quote#but had to stipulate that although it was a nice and fitting quote it wasn’t technically scientifically accurate#(that was a preface before i even started the quote)#and my friend laughed at me bc apparently interrupting myself to interject about the scientific accuracy of something I was quoting was#‘very [me]’#and then i went on a ramble about precocial vs altruitial species#*altricial#anyway it was kinda a mess but i think it was better for both of us?#this person used to be a person i told pretty much everything to do it feels good not feeling like i have to disguise certain things around#them#i also told them the only other big(ish) thing that i’ve ever kept from them#which maybe wasn’t ideal timing but it didn’t seem to bother them and it felt better not feeling like i was hiding anything from them#anyway long emotional day#i’m so wiped#i love my friends so fucking much#i cannot overstate how amazing they are and how much joy they deserve and how lucky i am to know them#personal
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