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[yoshinekyoko-chan]

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[mariamontenegrofficial]

❇️ COSAS QUE TÚ NO SABES DE MÍ (1ra Parte) ❇️ Siento que tú y yo tenemos una relación muy estrecha y, sin embargo, hay muchas cosas que no sabes ni yo sé de ti. Por eso he querido escribir este post, para conocer más cosas de ti a través de todas las COSAS QUE TÚ NO SABES DE MÍ (1ra Parte) 1️⃣ Tengo dos nombres… María Yuleydis ; a mi familia no le bastaba María y en los 90 en Cuba se usaban los nombres así con “Y” (la única q me dice Yuleydis es mi Abuela) 2️⃣ Estudié música (guitarra) desde muy pequeña pero mi amor por el piano era mayor y no me bastaba con el piano complementario y me fustré con la guitarra a punto de no seguir tocando. Pero siempre canté 🎙 3️⃣ Cambié la música por la tecnología (informática, programación, diseño) e incluido el idioma francés que estudié por más de 5 años. 4️⃣ Llegué a la fotografía porque al parecer nadie quería que saliera en las fotos y preferían que yo tomara las fotos 😂🤣😂🤣 (es broma); aunque pudiera decir que fue así. Lo que me defendía bien con las cámara sin saber mucho en un principio y poco a poco me refugié en la fotografía. 5️⃣ Trabajé por más de 5 años como fotógrafa profesional (medios de prensa) cubriendo eventos nacionales y culturales con varios artistas. Ahora lo sigo haciendo pero particular ¡viva el emprendimiento! 6️⃣Me encanta estudiar, aprender y saber valerme por mi misma. Hasta coser zapatos; si tengo que hacerlo hago. #quelevoyahacersisoyasí 7️⃣ Soy fanática a los camping 🏕 me encanta el contacto con la naturaleza y la aventura. Aunque eso implique picadas de mosquitos, santanillas, ranas, garrapatas , dormir en la tierra, caminar varios Km/h y bañarse con el agua congelada de un río. 8️⃣ Mi sueño es tener una casa grande en el campo donde pueda estar en paz y sintonía con mamá naturaleza 🍀🏡🌾 !! 🙂 ¡Ahora te toca a ti! ¿Te has sentido identificada con alguna de mis rarezas? ¿Qué es lo que más te ha sorprendido? ¿Me cuentas alguna curiosidad tuya?   Montones de abrazos 🙂 🫵Espera pronto la segunda parte ❤️ #cubana #tbt #cosasquenosabias #aquenosabias #marketingmusical #unpocodehistoria #empoderamientofemenino💪 #mariamontenegro #fansclub #cantautora #cantantecubana https://www.instagram.com/p/CpAxXnFLFB0/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[speef115]

King Baldwin IV x Enemy Reader

Warning: Mention of blood

Characters: Some KoH characters

Added characters: Galram

Reader as (Y/N)

In the scorching heat of the desert, with sand swirling outside, the palace bustled with activity. King Baldwin IV sat deep in thought in his study, contemplating a potential threat from an unknown tribe or band of barbarians.

"My Lord, what troubles you?" Tiberias asked, his concern evident as he approached the king cautiously.

"Have you heard of a group or tribe causing havoc in neighboring kingdoms?" King Baldwin IV inquired.

"Sire, I never imagined such a tribe would resort to such actions," Tiberias replied, his forehead glistening with sweat.

Balian joined the conversation, remarking, "They appear to be ruthless and barbaric in their ways."

"It seems we must address this situation," King Baldwin IV said, rising from his chair as the two men stood by, ready to assist. "Do you know their leader?" he asked Balian gently.

"I believe he goes by the name Galram, and he has a formidable fighter by his side," Balian answered before Tiberias interjected.

"Perhaps it's his own assistant, Sire. We must consider their relationship," Tiberias suggested confidently.

As King Baldwin IV walked to the balcony, surveying the gardens and training grounds, he turned back to them. "Are you afraid to confront this fighter? He must be our primary target. But Tiberias, if it is indeed his personal assistant, what course of action should we take?"

A moment of silence passed before Tiberias proposed, "Should we attempt to lure him out?"

"How formidable are they?" the king mused, his curiosity evident.

Balian intervened, saying, "Let's observe their movements. We cannot allow them to destabilize Jerusalem."

With a thoughtful gaze out the window, King Baldwin IV decided, "Let's convene a meeting."

Later, in the courtroom, officials and knights gathered to discuss the threat posed by the unknown tribe.

Seated upon his throne, King Baldwin IV declares, "We are dedicated to safeguarding our realm. The word has reached neighboring settlements; they are fortifying their borders and scrutinizing every merchant's passage," His Majesty remarks, surveying his attentive audience of men.

Guy de Lusignan feigned interest from a distant corner but harbored a deep disdain for King Baldwin IV. Meanwhile, a messenger approached the King on his throne and delivered a letter from Tripoli. After King Baldwin IV opened and perused it, he addressed the assembled crowd.

"The vicious tribe is advancing towards our kingdom, posing a threat to our people. We must prepare and defend ourselves. Their plan involves targeting nearby merchants from other kingdoms and cities, intending to shift blame onto us. We must thwart their scheme before it unfolds," King Baldwin IV declared to his men.

"But, My Lord, there must be a reason behind their actions," Tiberias interjected, stepping closer to the King amidst the noisy crowd, where men voiced their own thoughts and concerns about the news.

Guy de Lusignan moved forward, positioning himself near Tiberias, and remarked, "They are a formidable tribe, possessing fighting skills unlike any we've encountered. Can you face them, Tiberias?" He cast a derisive smirk at Tiberias, who responded with a disappointed expression.

"We await orders from the King," Tiberias informed Guy de Lusignan.

Balian approached King Baldwin IV at the side of his throne, whispering respectfully, "Sire, what are your plans? They seem formidable in battle; we cannot afford to underestimate them."

Guy de Lusignan noticed the exchange and sneered at Balian. "Are you afraid of war, Balian? We must confront these foes; God wills it!" he protested, echoed by his men and the Templars, who cheered in agreement.

King Baldwin IV pondered for a moment, then raised his hand, signaling for silence. "We will confront them, ascertain their intentions, but we shall not initiate hostilities unless provoked," he declared, commanding the attention of all present. Rising from his throne, he was approached by Tiberias, who voiced his concern respectfully. "But, My Lord, if you venture forth, you risk your life," Tiberias stated earnestly.

"I do not seek war; I seek only to safeguard my people and understand our adversaries better. That is the least I can do. I will lead the army," King Baldwin IV assured Tiberias quietly before addressing his men. "Assemble the army!" he commanded, prompting cheers of excitement from the knights. Meanwhile, Guy de Lusignan wore a smug smile, casting a glance back at Tiberias and Balian.

After several hours of preparation, Balian waited outside the quarters of King Baldwin IV, clutching a rolled-up map in his hand, ready to brief the king once he emerged. "My Lord, I have information about this tribe," Balian announced respectfully as the king appeared.

"Please, come in," King Baldwin IV replied softly. Balian entered the quarters and found King Baldwin IV donning his distinctive great helm armor, adorned with a blue color scheme. Unrolling the map on the table, Balian indicated a direction. "They are advancing from this area, but it's likely they've dispersed their forces across other regions as well," he explained to the king.

"Where do you think their leader might be? Will they march with the main force or remain concealed within smaller groups?" King Baldwin IV inquired, gesturing towards the map.

"Honestly, I'm not certain," Balian admitted, feeling a tinge of embarrassment. "But I trust in your judgment. Wherever you lead us to confront them, we'll follow your orders," he assured King Baldwin IV.

"In that case, we'll confront them on their main force while ensuring our other units protect nearby regions within our territory. Remember, our aim is not to instigate conflict but to understand their intentions," King Baldwin IV instructed.

As Tiberias knocked and entered the quarters, he found Balian and the king preparing to depart. Observing King Baldwin IV's momentary stumble, Tiberias rushed to assist him, steadying the monarch.

"My Lord, your condition..." Tiberias expressed concern, still supporting the king.

"I can manage," King Baldwin IV reassured, regaining his balance and signaling readiness to his men.

"I will prepare your horse, My Lord," Tiberias offered before exiting the quarters to attend to the task.

In the dusty expanse, the vast force of Galram's tribe, also known as the barbarians, marched relentlessly. Cloaked in dark attire, predominantly black, they exuded an intimidating allure. Amidst the ranks of men, their bravery echoed in their fervent cries. Galram, mounted confidently atop his steed, led his army with pride, rallying his troops with impassioned shouts.

As they advanced towards the distant kingdom of Jerusalem, a silhouette emerged on the horizon—a looming army in their path. Galram signaled his men to halt, their momentum stilled by the sight before them. Drawing nearer, it became evident that it was King Baldwin IV's army.

Mounted upon his steed with unwavering authority, King Baldwin IV observed the approaching barbarians. His men advanced cautiously, their pace steady as they confronted the unfamiliar tribe.

As the two armies drew closer, the barbarians maintained an unsettling calmness, their gaze fixed upon Jerusalem's army. King Baldwin IV couldn't help but be surprised by their lack of aggression.

Riding forth alone to confront the king, Galram approached while King Baldwin IV was escorted by a contingent of wary knights. Upon seeing each other, King Baldwin IV took note of Galram's robust physique, his fiery red hair partially shorn, adorned with a neatly trimmed beard. Despite his handsome and rugged appearance, Galram's dark cloak exuded an aura of negative energy, hinting at the power wielded by him and his army. The king also spotted the faint outline of heavy weaponry concealed beneath Galram's attire.

"I'm surprised you're here to meet us," Galram remarked. "Consider yourself fortunate; now that you're here, we have no intention of attacking," he added.

King Baldwin IV, his eyebrow arching beneath his silver metal mask, remained curious about the unfolding situation. "State your purpose here," he replied, his tone resolute.

Galram smirked and let out a slight chuckle at the king's response. "Not as brave as you seem, are you?" he quipped, turning to his men with a knowing grin. "Did you see the look on his face?" he teased, eliciting laughter from the barbarians.

Returning his attention to the king, Galram continued to taunt, "Ah, yes, your face is hidden," he remarked, smirking once more. "Are you concealing a coward beneath that mask?" His words ignited further laughter among his followers.

The knights and soldiers of Jerusalem exchanged disappointed glances, but King Baldwin IV replied calmly, "Only God knows who among us is truly brave."

"Ei, you've got strong faith, brother. But not a strong body," Galram sneered, his laughter carrying a sinister edge. "Regardless, you seem curious about our... penchant for wreaking havoc on those who cross our path," he added.

"And what of your intentions towards my kingdom?" King Baldwin IV countered.

"One of your men killed my best friend," Galram replied bluntly. "I was told he hailed from Jerusalem, but we hold anyone accountable who crosses our path," he explained.

As Balian and Tiberias exchanged uneasy glances from their mounts, Balian leaned in to whisper, "Is this why no one stands beside him?"

Tiberias nodded in agreement, replying softly, "We can't be certain yet; we don't even know if it's true."

King Baldwin IV overheard their brief exchange but remained focused on Galram. "Is it revenge you seek? And who is this informant who claimed a man from Jerusalem was responsible?" the king inquired.

Galram's expression turned grave as he met King Baldwin IV's gaze. "Someone from your kingdom killed Agsel, my closest friend and ally," he revealed. "Though not the fiercest warrior, he lent invaluable support to my army. He possessed knowledge of tactics capable of toppling kingdoms such as yours," Galram explained, his words sending shockwaves through Jerusalem's army, including King Baldwin IV himself.

"As for the man you inquire about, his name is Reynald," Galram continued, dismounting from his horse and striding purposefully towards the opposing army of the king. His words sent shivers down the spines of Jerusalem's men.

Upon hearing this, King Baldwin IV realized that Reynald de Chatillon was indeed a traitor. As Galram drew nearer, the men of Jerusalem stood ready, their caution palpable.

"I apologize for his actions, but Reynald acted of his own accord. I have condemned him as a traitor to my kingdom," King Baldwin IV assured Galram firmly. Galram halted his advance and smirked once more. "If that is indeed the case, then I request a duel with your finest knight," he declared. The crowd was once again taken aback by his challenge, but Galram's men cheered eagerly in anticipation.

Guy de Lusignan, brimming with overbearing pride, surged forward on his horse, drawing near to the king. "Allow me to teach them a lesson, My Lord," he declared with unwavering confidence.

Balian and Tiberias exchanged disdainful glances at Guy de Lusignan's arrogance. Meanwhile, King Baldwin IV turned slightly towards Guy, his expression grave as he implored, "You must have your own motives for seeking this duel."

Guy dismissed the king's concern with a careless shrug. "I fear no challenge from these savages," he retorted dismissively. Galram, overhearing Guy's bravado, flashed a sinister smile in response. "He's eager for a fight!" Galram announced, prompting teasing laughter from his men directed at the opposing crowd. Some of Galram's warriors dismounted from their horses and closed in around their leader. Following suit, Guy de Lusignan also dismounted, making way for the impending duel in the center.

As Galram smiled and turned his back to the king, some of his men followed suit, revealing their comrades behind them. Among the throng of barbarians, a female warrior emerged, standing tall before striding towards Galram.

Beneath his mask, King Baldwin IV registered surprise at the unexpected sight, mirrored by the quiet shock etched on the faces of his men.

The girl bore striking red hair akin to Galram's, her beauty accentuated by her dark attire that seemed to exude a mysterious aura, contrasting with her courageous demeanor. King Baldwin IV found himself unable to look away, captivated by her presence.

Halting her approach, the girl caught Galram's attention, prompting him to move closer to her. Jerusalem's men watched on with bated breath, their curiosity piqued by the unfolding spectacle before them.

As Galram drew closer to the girl, the resemblance between them became unmistakable, evident even to the onlooking soldiers of Jerusalem. While it appeared to be his sister to Galram, King Baldwin IV's men still awaited confirmation. Yet, to Galram, she was undoubtedly his courageous younger sibling.

Reaching behind him, Galram retrieved a weapon and handed it to his sister, whispering, "End him," referring to Guy de Lusignan. The girl's gaze fixed solemnly on the king from a distance, accepting the blade without a word to her brother.

Observing this exchange with keen interest, Balian and Tiberias approached the king respectfully, still mounted on their horses. Tiberias leaned in to whisper, "My Lord, do you perceive what I do?"

King Baldwin IV considered the question, then responded, "You're suggesting she's the warrior? Or perhaps, the assistant?" he surmised.

"They must be kin," Balian added. King Baldwin IV nodded in agreement. "Their resemblance is striking, and both exhibit bravery in their own unique manner," he concluded.

As Guy de Lusignan observed the unfolding scene, a smirk of derision crossed his lips, as though mocking the idea of facing off against a woman. Galram's men created a ring around Guy and the girl, providing them with space for their duel. As the girl approached the designated area, the two adversaries squared off, their tension palpable.

"I hope you'll have the pleasure of motherhood and the wisdom of age after this," Guy jeered at the girl, his words laced with insult.

Undaunted, the brave girl met his gaze with steely determination and retorted, "I hope you'll still possess the valor of a knight and endure the responsibilities of a husband after this battle. But mark my words, you'll never see the light of day again." Her bold response resonated with a sense of unwavering resolve.

King Baldwin IV watched from a safe distance alongside his men, his attention captured by the exchange. Despite his attempts to maintain a serious demeanor, he couldn't help but feel moved by the girl's courage. Amidst the anticipation of the impending duel, he found himself grappling with conflicting emotions, perhaps harboring a newfound admiration for the girl he had only just encountered.

As the duel commenced, it became increasingly apparent to King Baldwin IV's men that the girl possessed not only bravery but also striking beauty. They couldn't help but ponder why such a lovely woman would choose to engage in battle.

With anticipation and nervousness mounting on both sides, Guy de Lusignan charged towards the girl, brandishing his sword proudly. However, she remained composed, standing her ground and awaiting his approach.

As Guy lunged forward to strike, the girl deftly sidestepped his attack, disarming him with precision. With a swift motion, she wielded the blade given to her by Galram, delivering a decisive blow to Guy's forearm, eliciting a cry of pain from him. The sight shocked King Baldwin IV's army, while the barbarians erupted in triumphant cheers.

Undeterred by Guy's anguish, the girl swiftly seized a small pin and expertly drove it into his groin, inflicting another wave of excruciating pain. Witnessing this brutal act, Jerusalem's soldiers realized the true nature of this tribe's ferocity.

As Guy crumpled to the ground, weakened by his injuries, the girl poised her blade once more. With a calculated strike, she inflicted a final, devastating blow, slicing through his eyes and leaving him blinded for life. Guy's anguished screams filled the air, a grim testament to the merciless brutality of the duel's outcome.

In the aftermath of the brutal duel, the girl gazed stoically at Guy, her features stained with his blood. Her brother, Galram, observing the scene unfold, hastened to her side.

Approaching her, Galram urged, "Finish him!" But the girl remained unmoved, her expression devoid of emotion.

The soldiers of King Baldwin IV's army felt a chill run down their spines as they witnessed the girl's cold demeanor and the agony of Guy de Lusignan's cries.

Finally, in response to her brother's command, she spoke, her voice cutting through the tense silence. "Brother, it would be far too mundane to end him swiftly," her words reverberated through both crowds.

King Baldwin IV and his men exchanged knowing glances, confirming the sibling relationship between the girl and Galram, as well as their unflinching resolve.

As some of the knights rushed to aid Guy de Lusignan, the severity of his wounds became evident, his body drenched in blood. Meanwhile, the red-haired siblings watched dispassionately as Guy was carried away for medical treatment.

Approaching the king, but maintaining a cautious distance, Galram spoke, his tone tinged with resignation. "It seems the outcome is clear. We have no choice but to advance upon your kingdom."

Balian and Tiberias tightened their grip on their swords, prepared to defend King Baldwin IV, but the king raised a reassuring hand.

"I assure you, regardless of the duel's outcome, we bear no responsibility for your friend's death," King Baldwin IV replied calmly.

Galram's expression soured in disappointment. "But that was the purpose of this duel. With the possibility of my sister defeating your knights, we have no recourse but to take action against your kingdom," he lamented.

"Brother!" The girl interjected, her voice cutting through the tension as she approached Galram, drawing the attention of both armies, especially King Baldwin IV.

"That's enough. He speaks the truth," she asserted, addressing her brother before casting a glance at the king. In return, King Baldwin IV offered a grateful look, silently appreciating her intervention.

"Why do you believe him, (Y/N)?" Galram inquired of his sister.

"I can see it in his eyes. I feel it," she replied with certainty. King Baldwin IV exchanged another grateful glance with her, quietly acknowledging her discernment and hiding his satisfaction upon hearing her name mentioned by Galram.

Galram's expression darkened with dissatisfaction, though he understood the necessity of trusting his sister's judgment. "What will come of this, then?" he challenged the king, his tone tinged with defiance.

"Reynald de Chatillon will face justice, I assure you," King Baldwin IV declared with unwavering resolve, offering a reassuring glance to the siblings. Meanwhile, (Y/N) nodded respectfully in agreement, her countenance still cloaked in the aftermath of battle, marked by streaks of blood.

Turning to his sister, Galram questioned, "Then why did you agree to duel with that knight earlier?"

"Because he is Reynald's ally, I could sense it," (Y/N) replied calmly, her words carrying a weight of certainty that Galram trusted implicitly.

Observing this exchange, King Baldwin IV found himself acknowledging (Y/N)'s intuition, despite not fully knowing her yet.

"Very well," Galram conceded, offering a nod of begrudging respect to the king before departing. In contrast, (Y/N) cast one final glance toward King Baldwin IV and his men before following her brother.

As Galram signaled for his horse and (Y/N) called hers, the siblings mounted up, preparing to leave the scene. King Baldwin IV and his army watched in silence as they gradually faded into the distance, leaving behind an air of uncertainty.

Balian spoke up, breaking the silence. "This meeting took an unexpected turn, Sire."

King Baldwin IV turned to Balian with a thoughtful expression. "Indeed, but I look forward to our next encounter."

"But My Lord, they are ruthless. And how do you feel after witnessing the duel?" Tiberias inquired.

"She displayed remarkable bravery, and her prowess is undeniable. While it may appear ruthless to some, I am relieved, for I have long suspected Guy de Lusignan's treachery," King Baldwin IV replied, his tone reflecting a mix of admiration and resolve.

Balian and Tiberias nodded in agreement with the king's response. "We must return to Jerusalem and address the events that unfolded today. Guy de Lusignan will face the consequences of his actions once he has recovered," King Baldwin IV declared, his voice firm with resolve as the army began preparations to march back to the safety of Jerusalem.

After returning to the palace, King Baldwin IV retired to his chambers, his mind consumed by thoughts of (Y/N). He couldn't shake the memory of her unwavering resolve and striking presence on the battlefield. Despite the chaos and bloodshed, there was something about her that intrigued him.

Seated at his desk, the king mulled over the events of the day, his thoughts drifting back to the enigmatic red-haired warrior. What was it about her that captivated him so? Was it her fierce determination, her undeniable skill in combat, or perhaps something deeper that he couldn't quite grasp?

Lost in thought, King Baldwin IV found himself drawn to a map of the kingdom spread out before him. His gaze lingered on the borders, his mind racing with strategies and plans to fortify their defenses against the looming threat posed by Galram's tribe.

But amidst the practicalities of rulership, his thoughts kept returning to (Y/N). He found himself wondering about her past, her motivations, and the bond she shared with her brother, Galram. There was a complexity to her character that he couldn't ignore, a mystery that called out to him.

King Baldwin IV found himself whispering her name once more, "(Y/N)..." as he pondered the enigmatic warrior, his thoughts consumed by the memory of their encounter. He couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again, and he wondered when that moment would come.

As the hours passed and the moon rose high in the sky, King Baldwin IV finally set aside his concerns and retired to bed. But even as sleep claimed him, his dreams were haunted by visions of (Y/N), her fiery spirit burning bright against the backdrop of a kingdom in turmoil.

-End-

P.S. Please tell me if you would like me to continue this story 🫠 Thanks to all for reading 🤗🤭

[hamleeart]

i understand, miguel is just sooo fine. but hobie...? oh please

[acehoons]

zb1’s reactions to their idol!s/o’s performance at an award show . . !

☆! ot9 x reader. fluff. 740 words. requested. ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ[ 🎧 ] now playing . . favorite girl by justin bieber

a/n: reader is only a best friend in yujin’s part! you can look at it romantically but it was not written that way.

% . . kim jiwoong

literally the MOST excited

has to physically stop himself from jumping in his seat once the hosts announce that your group was about to perform next

does not gaf if there are cameras, he WILL cheer you on

smiling the whole time lmao

brags to the other zb1 members about you

“see that? that’s my s/o!!!”

has dozens of fancams of him hyping you up from where he’s sat

your biggest fanboy, i swear

more utc.

% . . zhang hao

turns into a pageant mom

has his eyes glued to the screen, monitoring your moves

honestly fans thought he was upset at u or something, but in reality he was just so utterly focused and transfixed by you

smiles so wide by the time your performance finishes

won’t be able to talk to you right after because of the show

but expect a tight hug when the two of you meet backstage

“i’m so proud of you”

if he cries no you did not see it. yeah you did

% . . sung hanbin

another proud mom bf

is probably the loudest person in that venue/stadium

cheers your name extra loud during your group’s fanchant

forces the other members to cheer you on as well

has a clip of him trending online where he could be heard screaming

“go [y/n]! that’s my girl/boy!”

acts all shy after your performance ends

like he didn’t just yell at the top of his lungs moments ago

is just so incredibly happy for you

% . . seok matthew

smiling the whole time

this boy’s cheeks r probably gonna ache from how wide he’s smiling throughout the performance

would def sing along to your parts

tells the other members about how hard you’ve been practicing

“s/he practiced that high note for an entire week!!!”

can be seen taking videos of you on stage

will melt if you look at him mid-song

doesn’t care if people are filming him

his attention is all on YOU

% . . kim taerae

clapping the whole time

his eyes will never leave u i swear

cheers during your adlibs

def the type to praise u A LOT after performance

“babe you were AMAZING !!!”

laughs when he sees videos and photos of him reacting to your performance online

even shares some memes with you

he doesn’t mind it, just shows that he’s probably the proudest bf in the world when u perform

% . . shen quanrui

tries not to react much at first

gotta keep that cold image,, or so he thinks

def forgets that he’s supposed to be stoic and yells during your part

claps extra loudly and gives u a standing ovation after your performance

tries to praise you after but just gets embarrassed and shy

“you did.. well..”

might have secretly bought some flowers to give u after the show

i mean,, you deserve it right

% . . kim gyuvin

BOY

the stadium is going to SHAKE with how loud this mans is

cheers louder than ur fans istg

the type to be dancing with you during your performance

doesn’t care if and when the staff scolds him lmao what r they gonna do??? kick him out???

you could even hear his voice in one of the fancams for ur performance

“LET’S GO [Y/N] !!!!!!!”

will absolutey lose his mind if you get a killing part

someone save this boy

% . . park gunwook

will try his best not to cheer too loud

but he’ll lose his composure during your part and just screech

like. pterodactyl screaming.

prepare your ears after because this boy is not going to let you go until he’s praised you a thousand times

you thought your fans were loud? wait til’ you hear him backstage

“[Y/N]YOUWEREAMAZINGIMSOPROUDYOUDIDSO—”

will take photos of your performance and post it online to brag to everyone

i swear he’s probably the president of your fansclub or something

% . . han yujin

is absolutey mesmerized by you

his boba eyes would be twinkling while he watched you perform

would probably be speechless, unsure of how to react

wouldn’t even be able to cheer or clap for you, because he’s just, so shocked !!

“woah.. s/he’s so good..”

would congratulate you by giving you a real tight hug backstage

will definitely want to watch all of your other live performances from now on

you just got yourself another fanboy

acehoons © 2023

[prodbymaui]

Phantom Limb (Equidistant)

did we come close to having it all?

PAIRING: jeong jaehyun x you

GENRE: slice of life; the hows of us

TEASER WC: 848 words

SYNOPSIS: Between the distance of sorrys and goodbyes, where does 'us' lies?

RELEASE DATE: October 30, 2023

TAGLIST: open !! (you can send an ask or comment your usn)

AUTHOR'S NOTE: if you have questions, you can send an ask. and NO, I didn't re-write the whole movie and replaced Jaehyun's name. the teaser is just a teaser and the actual fic will have a lot more which will be different from the movie.

YOU WERE YOUNG.

''Hmm this is how it feels when you've finally bought something with your own money, huh, Jo?''

''Jo? Is that the name of your ex or side chick?''

''What.. No.'' Jaehyun chuckles. ''Jo in scottish means darling, sweetheart–.. beloved.''

''Pfft, fine. I like that. Jo..''

YOU DREAMED TOGETHER.

''When we're both finally stable and successful in life, wouldn't you be arrogant?''

''Arrogant? Why would I be?''

''Because your boyfriend is the world's most famous singer.''

His imaginations emit a hearty scoff from you. ''Then you're arrogant by then as well.''

''Uh-huh, and why is that?''

''Because your girlfriend, the president of your fansclub, is the doctor who found cures to cancers and rare diseases.''

''And I would be so proud of you when that happens.''

''Someday, love.''

''Someday, Jo.''

THERE WERE UPS.

''Happy birthday, the love of my life!''

''Thank you so much, baby! You didn't have to!''

''Uh-uh, I have to and I want to. You've been juggling studying and working at the same time and I know it has been hard. A great woman like my love only deserves the best of the bests.''

''You're such a sap. I love you, Jeong.''

''I love you, Jo. So much that it hurts.''

THERE WERE DOWNS.

''Jaehyun? Could you maybe wash the dishes before you go? I'm just really short of time.''

''I'm sorry, Jo, but I need to go. All the guys are there and you know how they go when practicing by themselves.''

''Oh.. I'll do the dishes. You take care, hmm?''

''Dude, are you tone-deaf? You're literally fucking out of tune.''

''What do you mean, bro? I think it sounds fine.''

''No, no, you're not fucking hitting the right note. You know what? Get out.''

''Jaehyun–''

''Get the fuck out of my house. What the fuck is happening to musicians nowadays? If they're not taking it seriously, they're fucking tone-deaf.''

''Love, maybe you should rest first.. ?''

YET YOUR LOVE WAS STRONGER.

''Girl, be honest with me. Are you still studying? Your life before used to be all about studying, studying, studying, and a sprinkle of Jaehyun. But now it's all Jaehyun, Jaehyun, Jaehyun.''

''Rosé, come on. You know we're still waiting for Jaehyun's biggest break. After that, I can focus back on studying.''

''And if that break doesn't happen?''

''Don't be so negative!''

STORMS AFTER STORMS.

''Hello? Do you know anyone named Jeong Jaehyun?''

''Hi, yes. That's my boyfriend. May I ask why you're calling from his phone?''

''You might wanna pick him up, he's dead drunk, been here since last night and won't leave. I'll just text the address from his number, I guess.''

''A-alright, I'm so sorry for the inconvenience–''

''Oh, and you might want to bring extra cash with you. His 7k bill is not yet paid, not even a penny.''

''Rosé–''

''Where the fuck are you? You can't miss this exam!''

''I-I'm coming, I just.. Jaehyun– fuck, he's–''

''Fuck him! Just leave him alone! A few minutes left and we're gonna start. This is a bar exam, get that shit inside your head! Get your ass here if you don't want all your efforts to go to waste.''

''Rosé..''

''Please, you don't deserve this. Think about all those nights you stayed up to study. I'm sure Jaehyun will understand..''

''I.. Okay– okay, I'm coming.''

''I love you, best friend. Jaehyun will understand, okay?''

You cradle Jaehyun's face in your hands, brushing his hair out of his face as if your own isn't a mess along with the tears running. Jaehyun looks through the hazy film of his eyes, he sobs with you.

''I'm sorry, love. I'm so so sorry– God– I'm sorry. Just this one time, please? Just this once, I need to take this exam. I'll call Eunwoo to pick you up.''

Giving one last kiss on your lover's forehead, you quickly catch a taxi and close the door on Jaehyun's face. You bury your face in your hands as you stifle your sobs. Maybe you can stop worrying. Eunwoo will pick him up, he's Jaehyun's best friend.

AND YOU WONDER..

But as you turn your head, Jaehyun with his clothes wrinkled lays on the cold ground, in his own pool of vomit. As he meets your eyes, he starts reaching out to you. For you.

You're just a lover. One that has so much love for Jeong Jaehyun.

The tires screech as you plead stop to the taxi driver, giving him the last of your money before running towards your boyfriend who's grunting and murmuring.

Your heart hurts at the worst state you've ever seen Jaehyun. The ache only gets unbearable as you take him in your arms and carry all his weight. Your heart.. it's as if being squeezed a thousand times, getting pricked with thorns.  

''Just leave him alone!'' Rosé's voice rings in your head.

''I'm sorry.. I can't.'' You whisper an apology. Not to anyone, no.

Because as you fix Jaehyun, clean Jaehyun, tuck him in bed– no one deserves an apology from you more than yourself.

IS IT ALL WORTH IT?

[thelonelyarchon]

PICTURE PERFECT (guy)ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ִ ࣪𖤐

Y/N SOLENA DE HASPRAN/YEONMI - a famous idol rising in stellis city who is known for her love for extravagant fashion, flora, and social presence online. generally, she is a well loved personality. however, due to overtly proactive tendencies and firmness in regards to what she wants in life and her career, most people criticize her for being overtly ambitious. she is the secret sister of vyn richter.

FURINA DE FONTAINE NEUVILLETTE - she is y/n's best friend and she's been her friend since she was 11 years old. this girl gets y/n in all sorts of trouble. pure crackhead energy. very random. she is known for her unapologetic unfiltered words which others may fund disturbing and annoying. she swears a lot. and by a lot, i mean A LOT. she's secretly married to monsieur neuvillette, the supreme iudex of fontaine (a foreigner.) only her circle of friends know of her relation to the highest judge of the foreign country.

MARIUS VON HAGEN - he is president and acting ceo of pax group. he is mainly artem's friend and his team member in NIXX headquarters. he met y/n one time five years ago and since then they've been inseparable. responsible for raising y/n's blood pressure. treats y/n like his own older sister. he's likely to be blocked multiple times by y/n.

KIKI BENNET - y/n's friend in college! once they volunteered in an animal shelter for extra credits. kiki was one of the volunteers. they didn't meet again until y/n was a trainee. with kiki's background in idol fangirling, she quickly rose up to become y/n's no.1 fan. she is the president of the fansclub!

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[gloris-stuffs]

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[g-iovanni]

#intervención 11: un amigo de oro.

ALUMNO: gianluca giovanni. @lacupulaint

Giovanni siente que está en una entrevista de televisión. Nunca fue a terapia, no encontrándole las razones. Cuando tuvo problemas conforme a la interpretación de su música (es decir, esos bloqueos artísticos que tanto duelen), consumió peyote y ayahuasca, por lo que sus creencias están desparramadas más bien por otro lado. De todos modos, da igual: él siente que se encuentra en un programa, en una escenografía montada, y que puede aprovechar la terapia. Se pasa las manos por el cabello que peinó parsimoniosamente antes de venir y elige recostarse en el diván como lo hacen en las películas. Mira a Linda Wallace un momento antes de entrecruzar los dedos a la altura del regazo y mirar el techo blanco de la habitación donde trabaja la consejera. 

¿Cómo te sientes en este momento?

Frunce los labios entonces, pensativo. Quisiera contarle acerca de su suerte en Italia, pero no es capaz de declarar sobre un acontecimiento tan tarumático como ese. Es decir, no le hablará de lo que sucedió en Nápoles antes de venir a Alabaster y muchísimo menos la amenaza explícita que se le dio antes de anunciAr su improvisado retiro, elegir una universidad, pagar la matrícula y largarse del país con un par de valijas, fotografías familiares y sus regalos favoritos hechos por sus admiradoras enardecidas, incluidos los de la presidenta y vice presidenta del fansclub. No lo hará por deseo de mantener intacto su pescuezo y porque tampoco quiere poner en peligro a la consejera, que no le ha hecho nada malo. Además, si se lo hiciera, Giovanni no es un hombre vengativo. —Oh, bueno.  —Dice, y una sonrisa nerviosa se le escapa al de ojos verdes.  —Un poco extraño. A los ocho años me empezaron a decir Giovanni y aquí me convertí en Gianluca nuevamente.  —Entorna un tanto los ojos, pensativo. Le cuesta girarse y darse por aludido cuando le dicen Gianluca, es la verdad, después de toda una vida entera siendo Giovanni en  ese logotipo de letras rojas y góticas bastante decoradas.  

Ya veo, ese es tu apellido. ¿Así te llamaban en el colegio?

—También. Pero es que en Italia yo era cantautor.  —Bueno, como cantante, pero a él le gusta sentirse cantor y cantautor, porque son dos cosas que le recuerdan a los cantantes folclóricos de protesta y a los verdaderos nombres de la música. Sin embargo, a Giovanni nunca se le permitió tener verdadera soltura a la hora de cantar, o a la hora de escribir, o a la hora de enunciar.  —Y ocasionalmente actor.  —Aunque siempre elegían los mismos papeles para él: un chico sencillo y  un romántico empedernido con una bella guitarra acústica. Un poco como en la vida real, porque Giovanni no es un gran actor sino que sólo tiene una mirada vistosa para las cámaras.  —Yo sufrí mucho por mi carrera.  —Adquiere una connotación triste cuando lo dice, incluso si no piensa exactamente en la infancia criado en Scampia, entre crimen y desocupación, siendo el único chico del barrio que tenía sueños de convertirse en una superestrella musical.  —Me hice famoso de muy chico. Me apodaron la luz de Italia. 

¿Y qué sucedió?

—Bueno...  —Empieza, y ahí se incorpora y queda sentado en el sillón. Endereza la espalda, perfecciona un poco la pose que lleva y frunce los labios un momento, pensativo. No va a decir que vivió una historia totalmente cliché de amor prohibido, pero un poco tiene ganas de contarle cuánto extraña a su ex novia, que en realidad fue el amor de toda su vida porque era una chica de su barrio que le gustaba a los ocho años y que conquistó a los veintidós, difícil tarea: logró conquistar escenarios, provincias, casas de alta costur y demás tonterías antes que a ella, Giovanni contratado por su padre para tocar en eventos y tretas desde hacía mucho tiempo. El de veinticuatro, que de más grande se mudó a Milán y tuvo algunas casas por acá y por allá en Roma y La Toscana, iba a Nápoles en cada oportunidad, porque nunca perdió los lazos que tenía con sus amistades y con sus vecinos, incluso si estos no eran buena gente.  —Me rompieron el corazón. —Admite. —Y perdí la inspiración.  —Que no es mentira. Giovanni está bastante cansado y tiene ganas de convertirse en un angelino hecho y derecho, ponerse una discográfica o una productora en West Hollywood y olvidarse de absolutamente cualquier sufrimiento. Además, estaba cansado de ser controlado. Sólo se siente mal por sus fans, a quiénes ama, pero es cobarde y ahora sus redes sociales son manejadas por su mánager.  —Di mi último concierto, anuncié mi retiro y me vine acá. Y creo que no podré perdonármelo nunca. —Suspira, teleteatro total incluso si él lo siente así. —Cuando fui a Italia estas vacaciones, después de la terrible pelea en nuestra fiesta de Vermilion—dice —, tuve necesidad de regresar a mi hogar a ver cómo estaba. Pero fui con muchos guardias —es sincero. —e hice desenchufar todas las televisiones —es una confesión verborrágica —porque me da vergüenza saber lo que dice la prensa de mí.

¿Podrías nombrar una o más emociones recurrentes en las últimas semanas?

—Vergüenza.   —Dice primeramente, y otra exhalación abandona su cuerpo.  —Tedio, miedo, desesperanza.  —Y la observa, a ver si empieza a anotarlo en una hoja. A Giovanni le parece muy importante, y que necesita ser tomado en cuenta. De todos modos, se guarda todas las demás cosas. —Y aburrimiento. La verdad es que me divertí mucho en Milán. Extrañaba las fiestas y fumar habanos con mis conocidos.  

¿De qué manera te afectó la muerte de Anastasia?

—Terriblemente. —Es sincero.  —Anastasia era una gran chica. Además, también era bruja. 

¿Tienes apoyos dentro de Alabaster?

—Sí, por supuesto.  —Sonríe.  —Hay gente muy buena. Pero nadie como Raffaela Carrá. Ella era mi mentora, y yo la adoraba profundamente.  —Está un poco triste al pensarlo. Giovanni la amaba, conociéndola de muy chico en un programa que ella transmitía y donde él tocó en una de sus primeras apariciones. Si bien la controversia nunca faltó, puesto a que Raffaela le convidaba cigarrillos detrás de escenas y lo instaba a ser un cantante con postura política, Giovanni siempre la quiso como a una madrina. Era tan cercano a él como a su madre. 

¿Sientes que te cuesta confiar en los demás?

—Al contrario. —Acaso estuviera librándose de pecados, Giovanni suspira.  —Yo confío y demasiado. 

¿Cuándo fue la última vez que lloraste o te desahogaste?

—Oh. Hace días. —Y quiere buscar un pañuelo o algo para limpiarse los mocos, porque siente que va a quebrarse de nuevo.  —El Nápoles le hizo cinco a uno a la Juventus.  —Pero nada como el llanto que tuvo en Milán cuando manejaba sólo en un Mini Cooper alquilado y la gente lo reconocía en las veredas y quería tirarse contra el auto. Se desesperó mucho, no sabe cómo abordarlo ahora que se retiró, así que devolvió el auto y pidió uno con vidriospolarizados y una escolta de cinco hombres.

¿Te preocupa algo en este momento?

—Ser asesinado.  —Pero no exactamente por el asesino de Alabaster, si no por su ex suegro.

[autumnwalk]

Successfully registered in Wakana's fansclub. Yey 🎉

It was very straight forward

[carrot-felisidad]

One day Jiang Cheng woke up on the right side of the bed and let Jin Ling do his hair. He walks gently, smiling while playing with the little lotus disciples, smelling flowers and what not. The attendants of the cultivators conference realized that day that he should have been the 1st, yes even Lan Xichen agrees. The next day Xichen campaigned in secret that Jiang Wanyin is Hottest! and became the self-proclaimed president of JC fansclub.

Jiang Cheng was 5th most handsome eligible bachelor. Jiang Cheng also has all the charisma and social grace of an angry rattlesnake. Therefore I posit that he must actually be one of the most beautiful of the young masters. Like actually so very pretty.

Anyway, in this essay I will-

[yoshinekyoko-chan]

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[speef115]

King Baldwin IV x Ice Skater Reader

In the frosty realms of the ice rink, where blades glided gracefully across the frozen surface, (Y/N) moved with a fluidity that mesmerized all who beheld her. She was a vision of elegance and grace, her every movement a testament to her mastery of the art of ice skating. Little did she know that her talents would lead her on a journey to the heart of Jerusalem, where she would find love in the most unexpected of places.

It was a crisp winter morning when (Y/N) received an invitation to perform at the grand celebration in Jerusalem, hosted by none other than King Baldwin IV himself. Thrilled at the prospect of showcasing her skills in front of royalty, (Y/N) eagerly accepted the invitation and set out on her journey to the Holy Land.

As (Y/N) arrived in Jerusalem, she was greeted by the majestic sight of the city's towering walls and bustling streets. Excitement coursed through her veins as she made her way to the palace, where the celebration was to take place.

Upon her arrival at the palace, (Y/N) was escorted to the grand hall, where King Baldwin IV awaited her arrival. Dressed in regal attire, his presence commanded attention, yet his eyes held a warmth that drew (Y/N) in like a moth to a flame.

"(Y/N), it is an honor to have you here," Baldwin greeted her with a charming smile, his voice soft yet commanding.

"The honor is mine, Your Majesty," (Y/N) replied, her heart fluttering at the sight of the king before her.

As the celebration commenced, (Y/N) took to the ice, her movements as graceful as a swan gliding across a serene lake. The crowd watched in awe as she performed, her every jump and spin executed with precision and finesse.

Among the spectators stood Baldwin, his gaze fixed on (Y/N) with a mixture of admiration and longing. He had never seen anyone quite like her, and he found himself drawn to her in a way he could not explain.

After her performance, (Y/N) made her way off the ice, her cheeks flushed with exertion yet glowing with a sense of accomplishment. Baldwin approached her, his heart pounding in his chest.

"(Y/N), that was truly magnificent," he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration. "You have a gift unlike any other."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," (Y/N) replied, her eyes shining with gratitude. "It means the world to me to be able to share my passion with others."

Their eyes locked in a moment of silent understanding, and in that instant, Baldwin knew that he had found someone special.

As the night wore on, Baldwin and (Y/N) found themselves drawn to each other, their conversations flowing effortlessly as they exchanged stories and shared laughter. Despite their difference in status, they found common ground in their love for the arts and their desire to make a difference in the world.

As they danced beneath the starry sky, their bodies moved in perfect harmony, their hearts beating as one. It was a moment of pure bliss, a fleeting glimpse of paradise in the midst of chaos and uncertainty.

But their happiness was short-lived, for danger lurked in the shadows, threatening to tear them apart. As whispers of betrayal and treachery echoed through the palace walls, Baldwin and (Y/N) found themselves caught in a web of deception and deceit.

Amidst the turmoil, (Y/N) found herself face to face with Guy de Lusignan, a sinister figure whose dark intentions threatened to unravel everything she held dear.

"Stay away from the king, (Y/N)," Guy sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "He belongs to me, and I will not let you come between us."

But (Y/N) stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she faced off against her adversary.

"I will not let you manipulate him, Guy," she declared, her voice ringing with determination. "His heart belongs to me, and nothing you say or do will change that."

Enraged by her defiance, Guy lunged at (Y/N), his fists clenched in anger. But before he could reach her, Baldwin intervened, his sword drawn and ready to defend the woman he loved.

"Leave her alone, Guy," Baldwin warned, his voice cold as steel. "She is under my protection, and I will not let you harm her."

With a furious roar, Guy retreated into the shadows, his threats echoing through the night like a haunting melody.

As dawn broke over the horizon, (Y/N) found herself wrapped in Baldwin's embrace, her heart overflowing with love and gratitude.

"I will always protect you, my dear," Baldwin whispered, his voice soft yet filled with conviction. "No matter what challenges lie ahead, we will face them together, as one."

And so, amidst the turmoil of war and the chaos of battle, (Y/N) and Baldwin embarked on a journey of love and redemption, their hearts intertwined like the threads of fate itself. For in the frozen depths of Jerusalem, amidst the clash of swords and the whispers of betrayal, their love would conquer all, thawing the icy grip of fear and doubt and igniting a flame that would burn for eternity.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/N) found herself immersed in the intricacies of palace life, her days filled with courtly duties and royal functions. Yet amidst the pomp and splendor, she always found solace in Baldwin's company, their love blossoming like a rose in the desert.

One afternoon, as (Y/N) explored the palace gardens, she stumbled upon Baldwin deep in thought, his brow furrowed with worry.

"What troubles you, my love?" she asked, her voice gentle as a summer breeze.

Baldwin sighed, his gaze heavy with concern. "It is the impending threat of war that weighs heavily on my mind," he confessed. "The crusaders grow restless, and tensions are rising among the factions."

(Y/N) placed a comforting hand on his arm, her touch a soothing balm to his troubled soul. "We will face whatever challenges come our way, together," she reassured him. "Our love is stronger than any army, and it will see us through even the darkest of times."

Moved by her words, Baldwin pulled (Y/N) into his embrace, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the woman who had captured his soul.

"Thank you, my dear," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "With you by my side, I fear nothing."

As the days passed, Baldwin and (Y/N) found themselves embroiled in a whirlwind of political intrigue and diplomatic negotiations, their love serving as a beacon of hope in the midst of uncertainty.

One evening, as they attended a lavish banquet in honor of visiting dignitaries, (Y/N) found herself engaged in conversation with the enigmatic Balian of Ibelin, a knight whose courage and loyalty were renowned throughout the land.

"It is an honor to meet you, Lady (Y/N)," Balian said, his voice tinged with admiration. "Your grace and beauty are surpassed only by your skill on the ice."

(Y/N) smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "You are too kind, Sir Balian. I must admit, I never expected to find myself in such esteemed company."

Balian chuckled, his gaze lingering on (Y/N) with a hint of admiration.

"Esteemed company, indeed," Balian replied, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "But it is not every day that we are graced with the presence of a talented ice skater in the heart of Jerusalem."

(Y/N) laughed softly, charmed by Balian's wit and charm. "Indeed, it is a rare occurrence. But I am grateful for the opportunity to share my passion with others, especially in such a magnificent setting."

As the evening progressed, (Y/N) found herself drawn into a spirited discussion with Balian, their conversation ranging from topics of art and culture to the complexities of politics and warfare. Despite their differing backgrounds, they discovered a shared appreciation for the finer things in life and a mutual respect for each other's talents.

Meanwhile, Baldwin watched from across the room, his heart heavy with jealousy at the sight of (Y/N) engaging with another man. Though he trusted her implicitly, the thought of losing her to someone else filled him with a sense of dread that he could not shake.

As the night wore on, Baldwin found himself unable to contain his emotions any longer. Stepping away from the festivities, he sought out (Y/N), his heart pounding with uncertainty.

Finding her alone in the palace gardens, Baldwin approached her with a mixture of apprehension and longing.

"(Y/N), may I have a word with you?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

(Y/N) turned to face him, her eyes filled with concern at the sight of his troubled expression. "Of course, Baldwin. What troubles you?"

Baldwin took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before speaking. "I cannot help but feel a twinge of jealousy whenever I see you with another man," he confessed, his voice tinged with vulnerability. "I know it is foolish of me to feel this way, but I cannot bear the thought of losing you to someone else."

(Y/N) placed a gentle hand on his arm, her touch a soothing comfort to his troubled soul. "Baldwin, you have nothing to fear," she reassured him, her voice filled with sincerity. "You are the only one who holds my heart, now and always."

Moved by her words, Baldwin pulled (Y/N) into his embrace, his heart overflowing with gratitude for the woman who had captured his soul.

"Thank you, my dear," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "With you by my side, I fear nothing."

As they stood in each other's arms, the moon cast its silvery glow upon them, illuminating their love like a beacon in the darkness. In that moment, Baldwin knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, they would face them together, united in love and bound by destiny.

And so, amidst the turmoil of war and the chaos of battle, Baldwin and (Y/N) embarked on a journey of love and redemption, their hearts intertwined like the threads of fate itself. For in the frozen depths of Jerusalem, amidst the clash of swords and the whispers of betrayal, their love would conquer all, thawing the icy grip of fear and doubt and igniting a flame that would burn for eternity.

[aelitanitro]

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[aisamosshi]

CHERRY MAGIC 2023 ( thai ver.)

of as a POLCA happy gila diorang comeback as couple. penat weyh asyik ship tapi semuanya hancur sebab fans.

of course aku sebagai fans, tunggu next series diorang together. walaupun aku tak dalam fansclub diorang as POLCA, but still happy seeing them on screen as a couple once again.

lagi satu sebab unexpected diorang akan remake cherry magic.

tapi the main problem right now is, diorang tak letak series ni kt youtube sebab copy right ke ape tah. struggle jugak laaa sebagai fans kena tengok kat haram websites. tu pun kadang full of ads. erghhhh!!!!

but still worth to watch.

Tay ni takboleh doe aku tengok dia serious tau, sebab real life dia crack gilaaaaa hahahaha. but he did improve his acting skill which is good to see.

New as always like himself in this series.

nanti dah habis aku baru bagi full review sebab baru episode 5. maybe ade 7 episode till last kot.

i think diorang ade change of story. but takpe, kita tengok sampai habis dulu okayyy.

sebab tahun ni aku tak seriousnly fall into any drama. dah taktau nak tengok drama ape.

[desysydesy]

Hayo by 🤍 hak istimewa laki laki menang milih, perempuan hanya bisa menunggu, udah banyak banget itu tinggal pilah pilih, habis itu buat fansclub , nanti ku buatan spanduk, bercanda sih 😅

tetapi apapun itu kalau baik aku dukung 🤍