#forever memories 💭

[loveisurvival]

ishimaru was real as fuck because I dont care how many motivational speeches I get from the protagonist if my closest friend dies in a killing game and I'm forced to watch it happen in the most brutal way possible I'm not letting anyone forget I dont care

[with-my-calamitous-love]

my masterlists 💭🪽🐚💌

bnha

my beloved ghost and me - dabi x reader

i’ll bet these memories follow you around - dabi x reader

you’ll see me in hindsight - dabi x reader

six weeks of breathing clean air - dabi x reader

wearing imaginary rings - dabi x reader

are we falling like snow on the beach? - shouto x reader

barefoot in the kitchen - shouto x reader

closest i’ve come to my heart exploding - izuku x reader

i apologize if its a little too much just a little too soon - kirishima x reader

what if i can’t have us? - bakugou x reader

put on your records and regret me - bakugou x reader

would you tell me to go fuck myself? - bakugou x reader

he saw forever so he smashed it up - bakugou x reader

butimgonnagetyouback - bakugou x reader

so much for summer love - bakugou x reader

i don’t like anyone except sometimes you - shinso x reader

how can i snooze and miss the moment? - shinso x reader

i feel so high school - shinso x reader

everything that made me, now i call you baby - various x reader

hangover hcs - various x reader

filipino reader! hcs - various x reader

sirens heart - dabihawks x reader

700 event:

all because i liked a boy - bakugou x reader

we would’ve been timeless - shinso x reader

i don’t wanna keep secrets - dabi x reader

mr. steal your girl - izuku x reader

[agi-ppangx]

💭bringing back the childhood

kim seungmin x gn!reader

an: happy birthday @inniescandy-01 ❤️ i hope you're having an amazing day<3

“can i come to your place?” seungmin texted you in the late evening. it was getting dark, the sun lazily disappearing below the horizon, allowing the moon to take over. you send a text back, saying that it’s fine and you’ll be waiting for him. in the meantime you checked your look in the mirror, fixing your hair and putting on some mascara and lip balm. you were nervous - why? after all seungmin and you were just friends, you’d known each other your whole lives, so there was no point in you being anxious. then why did it feel different this time?

the knock on your door brought you back to reality. you opened them with a bit too much force and there he was, holding two boxes in his hands. “hi,” he simply said, letting himself into your apartment. he placed the boxes down on the table and turned to face you. “happy birthday, yn. you’re getting old, you know that?” you giggled at his words. “yeah, thanks for reminding me,” you responded with a smile on your face. “what’s in those boxes?” you asked then, smirking, and seungmin took one of them and opened it. “here, it’s a cake. and the other one is for later, so don’t even try to open it now,” he threatened, though you could see he was really holding himself back from grinning. you saluted jokingly and took the cake to cut it into slices.

there was one memory of your birthday that was especially precious to you. you were turning eight then and you invited seungmin to spend some time with you. his mum baked you your favourite cake and he got you a present. “it’s not much,” he said. “but i think you’ll like him.” you opened the box he handed you and you took a plush puppy out of it. you thought to yourself that it looked kind of like a golden retriever. “it reminds me of you. do you like it?” he then asked, not looking at you and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt instead. “yeah, he’s cute. i’ll call him minnie.”

“how are you feeling?” seungmin asked you a bit later, when you were sitting on your balcony and eating the cake. “i’m okay. just kind of sad.” he raised his eyebrows. “why?” “because i miss our childhood,” you sighed loudly. “i wish we were eight again, life was easier then.” seungmin chuckled at your words and stood up abruptly, going into your living room. you observed him intently as he came back with the other box and sat in front of you. “open it.” you took it and tore the wrapping paper, opening the box. you gasped when you noticed what was inside. “minnie! where did you find him? i thought i lost him forever,” you exclaimed, feeling your eyes fill with tears. you lost minnie when you were fifteen and you were heartbroken, thinking he was gone for good. you covered your face, hoping that seungmin didn’t notice your state. he placed his hand on your knee and spoke softly. “my mum found it in our basement a few weeks ago. i tried to make him look better, but minnie’s kinda old.” you dropped your hands, looking him in the eyes. you grinned so widely, overwhelmed with happiness. “i can’t believe you did this for me, thank you.” “i know i seem cold, but i care about you, you know?” in the vague moonlight you didn’t notice that his cheeks became bright red at the confession. you hesitated for a moment, but after a short while you thought fuck it and leaned forward to place a kiss on seungmin’s lips. how surprised you were when he didn’t back off and instead deepened the kiss, bringing you closer to him and suddenly you didn’t feel sad anymore.

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[taesancore]

the playlist i never sent

woonhak x f!reader

(𝐈𝐈𝐈) So let’s go see the stars

a/n: so pt.3 took mUch longer than i thought it would-and its not the final part either😭, anyways this one’s a little longer than usual so i hope yall like it!!

🧸.ᐟ series masterlist ❕

🧸.ᐟ genre: f2l, (idiots to lovers🤡), angstfest in this part

🧸.ᐟ warnings: angst, depictions of anxiety and similar symptoms, crying, rich people setting, kind of an emotionally insensitive mother :/, mentions of enhypen’s ni-ki, riize’s anton, seventeen’s jeonghan and dino, lmk if there are more!!

wc: 4981, lowercase intended.

“heyyy rikiii !!” you said brightly as you walked into art class. “what do you want” came the weary of your classmate and partner during art class, nishimura riki. he continued to stare at you suspiciously as you shot him a huge smile, unlike your usual snarky remarks that were a part of your usual banter. but you had to admit, you two made the best duo in art class whenever projects were assigned.

“so are you free this week” you blurted out, watching his expression turn confused.

“no…but why?” he asked. welp.

“nothing really!” you replied in that same cheery voice as you sat down next to him.

“…you’re being weird today” he eyed you as your teacher walked in.

you ignored him, furiously working your mind and thinking of other ways. riki wasn’t an option now…who else was there?

“something’s up isn’t it? tell meee” riki whined as you shushed him.

“…need a date for a business party this week” you muttered, wincing as you

“just ask woonhak” he replied as you huffed.

“he has a date on that day—“

“eh??”

you blinked at his startled exclamation.

“are you sure? but that makes no sense…” riki mumbled. he was positive that the younger boy was madly in love with you, so how on earth was he ready to go on a date with someone who wasn’t you??

you sighed.

“well it’s true so he’s out of the question…do you have anyone who’s willing to accompany me? i’ll even pay if they want!”

“you need a date?? for what?” came a voice from behind you as you jumped.

out of all the people, why did it have to be han jihoon??

“yo woonhak has a date?? who the fuck??” riki questioned jihoon before you could say anything.

“he WHAT??” jihoon squawked, making all the heads in the class turn towards him. mrs. moon sent him a little glare as she continued to silently observe the students, while jihoon muttered an apology.

“woonhak said yes?? to seowon??” he whisper yelled as riki shrugged.

“that’s what y/n said”

“is it true?” he asked you, wide eyed. you nodded as jihoon smacked his forehead.

“wait then why do you need a date? is it a double date?” jihoon questioned further, still unable to fathom the new bit of information he received. just why on earth would woonhak say yes to seowon??

“ah um…did i say date? i meant hate!! yeah i reallly hate riki you know? haha” you laughed, shoving an offended riki beside you as jihoon looked at the two of you with a skeptical gaze.

“that was a pathetic excuse you know” jihoon said bluntly as riki snorted. luckily the bell rang loudly at that moment, saving your sorry ass from replying to jihoon and defending yourself. you squeaked out a quick “goodbye!” before dashing out of the classroom, desperate to avoid any further encounters with him.

phew. god saved you with that one.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“still didn’t find anyone?” eunchae asked softly as you two stood in line for lunch. you spent almost the entire day carefully observing your classmates to see whom you could ask. but then it would be weird to straight up go ask any of them to be your date…after all they were just your classmates!

the mere thought of walking up and asking hanjin, or maki or any of your classmates, most of whom you’ve known since elementary and middle school made you cringe, that would remain as an awkward memory forever and that was the last thing you needed amidst all the current drama.

“why just why do i end up doing these kind of things?? even my mom thinks i’ve got a boyfriend now!!” you lamented as eunchae stifled a giggle, remembering yesterday’s events that you had filled her in with the minute you entered school today.

“did i hear that right? have you really got a boyfriend now y/n?” of course your mom had to hear that. she strode towards you with a confused stare as you tried your best to mask your panic.

“that’s right mom, i figured i’d reveal him at the party itself…” you said, words flowing out of you automatically. was this how liars lied so easily? you could become a pro at this rate.

your mom did something unexpected, she beamed at you as eunbin scowled. “that’s great sweetie! i can’t wait to meet him now!” she said as you gaped at her.

now you really needed to find a date—no boyfriend.

“i think i’ll just go dateless chae” you sighed, placing an apple on your tray as the line moved forward. “and let that greaseball eunbin annoy you further? hell no” eunchae scoffed, making you wince at the thought of his smug face if you walked in dateless.

“if only you didn’t go ahead with your plan, woonhak would’ve been your date but noooo you martyred yourself!!” eunchae scolded you for the nth time, and for the first time you found yourself doubting your actions.

but martyring yourself was the best option in this case…he’d be happy with seowon.

“speaking of woonhak, i haven’t seen him all day?” eunchae wondered, missing your guilty expression that took over your face. truth was, you had been avoiding him ever since the seowon incident in the corridor as you had no idea to act around him now.

seowon being around him most of the time made it pretty easy for you, but when she wasn’t, you found yourself hiding behind walls and turning in the opposite direction whenever you saw him nearby.

you wanted to be normal truly…but now that him and seowon were making progress, you had to find a way to keep the green monster inside you at bay…even if it meant ignoring your best friend.

“woonhak? i bet he’s with seowon again, that girl can’t leave him alone to save her life” came the voice of haerin as she joined the queue.

“y/n weren’t you looking for a date?? i know someone who might be of help” she added as you perked up at this information. looks like the world didn’t hate you after all.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“yah kim woonhak!!” hollered jihoon the minute he found his friend in the class.

“what the blazes were you thinking? you’re really going on a date with seowon??” he cried as woonhak looked away.

“she might be the dove girl jihoon…i don’t know” woonhak said half heartedly.

“and what about y/n?”

“what about her? she doesn’t like me anyways and you know that!” woonhak snapped, startling the boy next to him.

“i know okay? i know…i like her, fuck i like her so much it hurts, i wish she was the one in the mask that night, things would’ve been easier but what can i do? she’d never see me the same”

jihoon could only watch sadly as his friend hung his head low, clearly overwhelmed with the entire ordeal. clearly this was not the best time to break the news of you having a date to him as a moody and jealous woonhak was not a combination he was ready to deal with at the moment at all.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“have you found a date yet?” mr. yoon asked you that evening as you went home from school.

“i think? i’m yet to text him though” you murmured, scrolling through the profile haerin had sent to you.

“i’m still surprised that woonhak has a date, that kid is literally in love with you” jeonghan mused as you scoffed.

you: hi is this taesan?

han taesan: yes, are you y/n?

you: yes, i’m assuming haerin told you about sunday’s event…i hope you’re free?

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

the only time han jihoon had seen his friend woonhak lose his shit was once when he accidentally deleted his entire project which he was partnered with you for, and when he heard that their senior yang jungwon had a thing for you. both the times, you were involved when he exploded and it was always jihoon who served as his emotional support.

but today? jihoon could tell he was close to losing his shit over his date, with the amount of texts seowon had been bombarding him with since yesterday but his usual signs of him normally losing his shit were…unusual today.

“so...did y/n talk to you?” he asked casually, trying to bring up a familiar and favourite topic to help him analyse why woonhak was currently expressionless as he rummaged through jihoon’s wardrobe.

“It’s been 6 days since she has—hey where’s that red jacket of your’s?”

“six days?!”

woonhak hummed as he pulled out a simple denim jacket, matching it with his outfit, one that he wore often when y/n would drag him to the cafe near her house— stop. stop thinking about her.

“anyways, forget about y/n for now, are you excited for the date??” jihoon quipped as woonhak put his phone down, unbothered to open the endless row of unread messages from seowon.

“I’m only doing this to find out if she’s the dove girl jihoon, and to return her earring of course” woonhak sighed as he turned towards his friend.

“honestly, I’d be more excited if y/n texted me right now instead of seowon” he chuckled bitterly as jihoon’s pursed his lips.

“ayo woonhak—isn’t y/n l/n your girl??” came the voice of jihoon’s brother taesan as he entered the room.

“yes—but what happened?” Jihoon questioned before woonhak could deny him

“why’d she ask me to be her date then…what a small world” taesan mumbled to himself as jihoon’s eyes widened.

“she wHAT??” if woonhak was expressionless earlier, he sure wasn’t now with his current nonplussed state as jihoon winced. what a small world indeed.

“s-so you were the date..” jihoon stuttered as woonhak turned to glare at him.

“you knew about this?? why didn’t you tell me—I’m gonna kill you han jihoon—“

“I couldn’t risk dealing with your hormonal ass if I told you?? you’ve got a date too anyways!!” jihoon cried as woonhak sputtered, still trying to fathom the news he just heard.

why would she even need a date unless—

He took in taesan’s attire, a neat blazer with shirt—a business party again.

“hyung” he spoke out as jihoon and taesan looked at him

“you can’t go with her”.

seowon: woonhak im near the ferris wheel! Are you here yet?

seowon: you must be running late, I’ll be near the carousel, ive taken cotton candy for the two of us!

seowon: it’s been half an hour already…is there a lot of traffic?

seowon: woonhak?

seowon: will you be coming today..?

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

you were a mess. and your day was going to be a mess too. and it was all taesan’s fault. the emo looking guy had bailed in the last minute and now you were back to square one: dateless.

mom is gonna kill me, you thought as you politely greeted some of your moms colleagues, trying not to visibly wince because of the tightness of the threads of your dress that were tied near your waist.

your heart was thumping loudly in your ears as you felt beads of sweat forming on your forehead. god please, now was not the time. you spotted your mother entering the ballroom of the hotel as people clad in fancy suits and dresses stopped by to chat with her. you scowled as you spotted eunbin too, hair greased back with gell and all as he smiled artificially at his father’s friends.

“y/n darling! there she is my daughter!” your mom called out, smiling widely as she beckoned you over to her work seniors.

“this is my daughter—darling where’s your date?” you gulped at her camouflaged glare and slight change in tone, which went unnoticed by the people around you.

“he’s gonna be here soon mom, don’t worry—it’s a pleasure to meet you ma’am” you simpered with a huge smile, eyes darting away from your moms as you tried to focus on anything—anything else other than her, or eunbin at that moment.

the world went blurry around you, you weren’t sure for how many minutes or seconds it lasted but once your vision cleared, you registered one of your moms colleagues—executive lee who was introducing his son to your mother.

“…graduated last year, and he’s off to yale soon, my son chanyoung!” he beamed as your mom gushed at this information. the boy—was he your senior? chanyoung looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but at the party as he sent a nervous smile at your mom who was still raving about his studies.

“that must be so exciting!! i’m sure you’d have a lovely time at yale dear, it’s so nice to see young people working so hard…if only my y/n could be like you, congratulations chanyoung!!” your mother smiled widely at him as her seniors expressed their congratulations too.

you merely laughed along at her statement, avoiding chanyoung’s sympathetic expression towards you as you ignored the familiar pang of bitterness inside you. this wasn’t anything new after all, if anything you had gotten better at masking your hurt.

“you bet he will! my son was just like you y/n dear, but look at him now!” executive lee boomed as he gave his son a mighty pat (more like a slap) to his back as he winced.

lee chanyoung looked like he was a second away from running out of the hall with the way everyone was surrounding him now; you could make out eunbin’s envy as he smoothened his jacket, while conversing with some of the other children of the businessmen in the party and shooting poor chanyoung the occasional glare.

“y/n dear where is your date? is he running late?” you didn’t miss the hint of distaste in your mom’s tone as she questioned you again, still maintaining her polite persona in front of her seniors.

“yeah, where is he y/n? did he dump you?” eunbin joined the conversation, further escalating your growing anxiety.

“don’t be silly! he’s probably stuck in traffic—it’s a sunday after all” you laughed softly, smiling lightly as your mom continued to look at you suspiciously. your vision tunnelled again as you racked through your brain for solutions, anything to escape this situation.

“are you sure? i’d be surprised if your, ah imaginary boyfriend does somehow show up” oh how badly you wished this slimeball had a mute button. some of your mom’s colleagues turned towards you two, interested in the conversation as chanyoung who was still in the group near you shot you a look of concern, the only one observant enough who noticed your tensed state.

“but hey…i’m always here in case you—“

“kim woonhak?” came a soft voice—from chanyoung as you turned around. woonhak?

“woonhak?!” your echo of disbelief attracted quite a few people’s eyes as you brought a hand to your mouth. red-faced, you bowed out apologies fervently as kim woonhak, decked in a neat black jacket with a white shirt underneath and black pants—oh wow, walked towards you with his usual smile.

“i’m so sorry i came late—mrs.l/n you look lovely as usual” woonhak greeted your mom as he gave her a bouquet of flowers. it hadn’t even been a minute and he already charmed your mom, you couldn’t believe kim woonhak. scratch that, you couldn’t believe your current situation right now seriously why is he here—

“so you’re y/n’s date?” eunbin butted in again—the urge to tape his mouth together was so strong. he eyed woonhak up and down as you glared at him.

“boyfriend actually, and you are-?”

you knew that woonhak knew who eunbin was, but that was the least of your concerns right now because

boyfriend?!

one one hand you felt like you were in a netflix drama, where the males had one of those dramatic stare offs. woonhak’s usually cheery tone was replaced with an air of coolness, a tone which was quite unfamiliar for you who had at the most, heard him whine out complaints occasionally.

on the other hand, you were frozen on spot as one of his arm went around your waist, pulling you closer to him. eunbin’s scoff drowned in the sea of the chatters from your mom and her colleagues as he strode away. but you didn’t care. your mind was floating once again and you weren’t sure if your heart was pounding from the earlier nerves or his arm around your waist now.

“i knew it—it took you two long enough didn’t it?” came chanyoung’s sly voice as he beamed at woonhak—riight he was on woonhak’s dance team, you failed to recognise it as he had dyed his hair a deep red, unlike his previous dark hair.

“anton sunbae! how’ve you been!” woonhak made his classic little woah of surprise as he in for a bro handshake.

“if yall are done with your bromance—woonhak, a word?” you tugged on his arm at the last bit as chanyoung waved a goodbye at you two.

once you pulled him outside the hall near the fountain lit garden, you faced him.

“what are you doing here?? and where’s taesan?” you burst out.

“seriously? not even a thank you?!” he scoffed, folding his arms.

“and what did you mean by boyfriend?! last time i checked we’ve been together since never!!”

“what—does the idea of being my girlfriend sound that bad??” he quoted your words from earlier, shooting you a glare that mirrored your own which was directed at him.

“i’m being serious woonhak—oh my god your date?? what are you doing here right now?!” your voice grew higher with each word as it dawned on him. right. his date.

“oh god i—no im so confused right now—why would you miss your date—how’d you find out about the party?!” you continued rambling, mind spinning as you began registering what happened. woonhak missed his date to come here? why was he here?

“why the fuck are you worrying about that date y/n—seriously is that what you’re panicking about right now?” he said incredulously as you continued to walk around in circles, the only thing going on in your mind right now was woonhak missed his date. and it’s somehow my fault.

“i swear to god—i don’t get why you didn’t tell me about today?? you didn’t have to hunt around for a date when i’m right here y/n!!” he could feel his temper rising but he didn’t care, woonhak really was feeling quite betrayed about you keeping things from him—was this why you were avoiding him?

“you’ve avoided me for a week y/n—and i don’t even know why!! and now you’re worrying about my date when i came all the way here for you??”

he finished angrily, breathing loudly as you finally stopped pacing around, freezing as you looked at him with a broken look.

“i-“

it was too much. you had successfully pissed woonhak off. your previous anxiety came crashing down as a tidal wave of emotions swept across you. it was too much, god you missed him so much but you fucked everything up. everything was too much, the past week had been hell for you and it all came crashing down as you let out a sob you had been holding in for god knows how long.

“i’m sorry—god i’m sorry woonhak, i’m so sorry”

you couldn’t keep your composure for longer, sinking onto the wet grass as tears freely trailed down your cheeks and fell on the fabric of your dress as you hung your head low.

“wait—shit, y/n—“

he made you cry. woonhak wanted to kill himself at that moment, seeing you cry because of him? fuck his temper, that stupid temper that made him lose control of his words. he wasted no time in bending down to your level as he pulled you into a hug, his hold on you was firm and tight as you sobbed your heart out into his chest.

“i’m sorry…it’s too much” you said between sobs, confusing him. he still held you, shuffling slightly so that your smaller frame was now nestled in his lap as he felt you first the back of his jacket tightly as your tears stained his shirt.

“what’s too much—y/n what aren’t you telling me?” he pleaded as you continued to let out choked out apologies while hiccuping out tears.

“can’t…breathe” you gasped between tears as he loosened his grip. huh—oh. his hands reached out to the ridiculously tight knotted satin around your waist as he pulled them out. you continued to breathe in heavily as he squeezed his eyes shut. what had he done??

“shh breathe…breathe in y/n..” he whispered as you let out another “i’m sorry”.

“no..i’m sorry y/n—fuck i didn’t mean any of it” he murmured as he lightly rocked you while gently stroking your hair.

woonhak thought his heart broke when he realised that you’d never feel the same way as he felt for you, but he was sure it physically broke today as he heard you whimper out a “please don’t get mad at me” while you trembled like a leaf in his arms. he silently vowed into the dusky skies that he’d never ever make you cry again, or he’d really die of misery.

“i’m sorry…for everything. and i missed you so much” he felt you mumble into his shirt as your breathing reduced its pace. you loosened your fists as you let go of his now crumpled jacket, small hands rested themselves on his back as you continued to sniffle lightly.

“im sorry for your date…i know i fucked it up—“

“shh. you didn’t do anything okay? i chose to come here instead and i’d do it anyday” woonhak said softly but firmly, and you knew that was the last time you’d be bringing up that topic again.

“i missed you too y’know” he murmured, resting his head above yours as he continued to comb his fingers through your strands.

the two of you sat in silence in the grass, the music from inside the hall floated softly though the garden as you began to calm down. inwardly, you didn’t want to leave the comfort of woonhak’s warm embrace, his arms felt like a second home.

reluctantly, you pulled away from his warmth and sat back on the grass as you found yourself face to face with a devastated woonhak.

“you look like a puppy who’s been kicked” you let out a watery giggle as he gaped at your change in demeanour.

“and you look like someone who’s failed at applying their mascara” he said as you let out a full blown laugh. he started laughing too as he heard you struggle to hold in your laughs and just like that, the ugly fight was forgotten.

“woonhak” you said once the two of you calmed down.

“let’s go see the stars”

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“so you’re telling me taesan is jihoon’s brother?! oh my god what are the odds?” you marvelled as woonhak snorted.

“i still don’t get why you asked him though, like hello i’m right here??”

you could hear the pout in his voice as you smiled. the two of you were currently on the roof of your house, the telescope lied abandoned as you two lied on your backs, gazing at the night sky which was freckled with stars.

“i didn’t wanna ruin your date…” you admitted slowly as woonhak turned towards you. his previously neat hair now lied messily on his forehead, tousled by the gentle night winds.

“why are you like this…always placing others ahead of yourself” he chided softly as you turned to face him too.

“i don’t like seowon like that, and i don’t think i ever will” he confessed as your brows flew up. what??

“then whom were you talking about?!”

“huh?”

“huh?” you echoed back, cursing yourself inwardly for letting that slip out.

“…anyways, don’t ever do that again..putting yourself before others, especially with me” he emphasised, eyes boring into yours.

“i’ll try” you said lightly, facing the sky again as he did the same. all you could think about right now was how the two of you watched the stars just like this at school during the ball, except this time there were no masks involved.

“you know…we did this at the ball too��� woonhak chuckled softly as you stilled.

“me and the dove girl…we looked at the stars after we danced, just like this”

you kept your mouth shut as he continued to reminisce, fearing that you’d blurt out something else again if you spoke up.

“i never told you this…but she kissed me y’know” he said bashfully as he avoided your eyes.

“do you like her?” you questioned slowly as he furrowed his brows.

“nah. i don’t think i do” he said after a beat as he faced you.

“do you like someone though?” you continued, more curious than ever now that he told you that it was never seowon whom he liked.

“…i do, but she’d never like me back” woonhak said slowly. truthfully, he had no idea why he was out here confessing his secrets to you. but why did you look so sad when he said that?

no way. he needed to stop bringing his hopes up for the smallest of gestures.

“are you upset that i didn’t tell you?” he asked softly as you shook your head.

“i don’t believe that she doesn’t like you back y’know” you said, trying to conceal your previous downcast expression. and you meant it, how could anyone not like him?

“whoever she is…she’s a lucky girl woonhak, you’re a really precious person” you whispered as you moved closer to him, still looking at him in the eyes.

“really?” he asked you with a small voice.

“really.”

there was a soft expression on his face as he smiled at you, before pulling you into a tender hug. you snuggled into his warmth for the second time that night as his arms encircled your smaller frame, his faint heartbeat thudding against your ear.

“you’re a really precious person too y/n” he murmured, kissing the crown of your head silently as you hummed. and he meant it, he really did.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“look at the two of them, god i can’t take this anymore” lee chan made a sound that was a mixture of disgust and endearment as jeonghan snickered next to him.

“i don’t think they know that we can see them” he continued, watching you and woonhak cuddle on the uneven roof of the house from below, where the car was parked. “they’re so in love it’s sickening”

“nah, they’re both so oblivious it’s sickening” jeonghan corrected as he hopped off the car’s opened boot, enjoying the fresh night breeze.

“wait— they aren’t dating?!” chan cried in disbelief, eyes darting back to the love struck teenagers on top who were now exchanging some more silent words.

“how do you not know their lore by now…” jeonghan sighed, heading back towards the car as chan prepared himself, eager to learn about the history of you and woonhak.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

“alright guys! i’ll be assigning you in pairs, please hold hands and don’t get lost in the museum!” you looked around nervously, dreading whoever your teacher was going to assign you with. middle school trips were supposed to be fun but you were terrified in the crowded museum, bustling with kids from other school younger and older than you.

“y/n and woonhak!” your teacher’s voice rang out as you raised your hand. a smiley boy caught your eye, waving happily as he ran up to you.

“hi i’m woonhak!! you’re y/n right?” you shyly avoided his eyes, hesitantly holding out your hand for him to shake it. mom always taught you that shaking someone’s hand is a sign of expressing politeness.

he shook your hand quizzically, then proceeded to hold it tightly as your group walked behind your teacher. you glanced at your hand in his, heart thumping fiercely as he smiled at you again.

“woah!! aren’t those dinosaurs?” he exclaimed excitedly when you two stopped near the prehistoric section.

“yep, they’re stegosaurus, they’re herbivores” you said softly as he turned towards you. “you like dinosaurs?”

“yeah..” you mumbled, trying to blend into the background once again as he beamed at you.

“i love dinosaurs too! what’s your favourite one??”

soon the two of you found yourselves strolling through the prehistoric section, hands still interlinked as your school group was far forgotten. he would excitedly point towards the displays of early men and prehistoric creatures as you tried to remember information about them.

“ooh they’re homo erectus! they’re one of the earliest human species” you quipped up as woonhak snickered at the name. “seriously stop” you giggled with him as you two dissolved into a fit of laughter.

“i thought i wouldn’t be able to make friends with you” he said once you two calmed down. “you’re really quiet..but you’re so cool during science class” he said shyly as your cheeks bloomed pink.

“are we..friends now then?” you asked with a small smile as he broke out into a large grin. “hell yeah we are—hey where’s mrs. shim?!”

later that evening when you two got scolded soundly by mrs. shim for wandering away in the huge museum, the two of you left her office with large smiles instead. you were thrilled at making a new friend and woonhak was overjoyed as he finally got to talk to the cool girl from his science class.

꒰ 💭 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

you had no idea how you were back in your room, or how you were now on your bed with woonhak fast asleep next to you. did he carry you down here?

you slowly got up from the bed as you tiptoed into the empty hall, the clock currently read 3:12am which meant your mom was either still at the party or on her way back.

you crept back into your room as you took in its messy state, the reason being you and eunchae hunting for the perfect dress for the party the day before. your closet was open with clothes strewn haphazardly in it—

oh my god. oh my—

your stomach lurched as you nearly zoomed towards your closet, shutting it close as you nearly gasped out for air. you stood in front of the closet with your back plastered to it, as woonhak continued to soundly sleep. had he seen it? there was no way he could’ve missed it…what if he did see it?

it wasn’t your fault, you truly didn’t expect woonhak of all people to enter your room while you were rummaging through your wardrobe the day before. yeah, he could’ve missed seeing it. maybe he did.

the only thing you could do was silently pray, that he missed the sight of your peach coloured dress you wore to the ball. despite it being hung neatly next to all the gowns you owned in the previously wide open closet, you prayed that he somehow missed it.

you didn’t want to think about the possibilities that could occur in case he did see it. you really didn’t.

a/n pt.2: yes, i had to add anton to this, blame his new hairstyle not me😓😓.once again i’m so sorry that this took so long for me to write😭😭, i’m ngl this isn’t proofread rn but i’ll get to it by tonight!! tysm for reading this and being patient with my extremely annoying uploading schedule~ :,)

🖇️: @woonagi-lemon @huhuiiiisworld @helpsplease @jmclouds @minkkumaz @woonsbot @unhakki @dearly-somber

[sp00kymulderr]

gideon!!!! congratulations on the milestone!!! absolutely so so deserved and i’m sorry I just now saw the post! 🖤

💭i’d like to request ''stay tonight.'' from the prompt list, maybe with ezra?? I miss him 🫶🏻

wonderful Liv! I'm so sorry this has been in my inbox since January. Me and Ezra were having a moment, but things are all good now. I humbly offer you this:

Starlit

sex worker!Ezra x afab!reader

694 words

Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI. sex work, oral (reader receiving)

He is always the first thing on your mind when you arrive here.

The beautiful silver-tongued man with starlight in his eyes. Known by many and more than once by you, memories of him seared both on your flesh and in your mind.

Standards of travel have left you wanting, needing. Your fingers never work you the way another can, your touch never grips the way a lover can. Worst of all, the remembered whisper of his voice in your ear leaves you without the comfort of his warmth and sincere affection.

Ezra advertises his services as comfort. He sells sex, yes, but moreso he sells a few needed hours of companionship to the weary traveller, the tired prospector, the anguished fringeling far from home. He is generous with what he gives, not just in passion but in succour, in the intimacy of his whispered weaving stories as he holds you - he offers a piece of himself. Ezra provides comfort, and pleasure, and it is always more than worth the cost.

He is like an artist, you think. His art is being able to relieve the tired ache of your bones, and leaving your soul a modicum lighter than it felt upon arrival here.

There’s a stream of sunlight warming the bed as Ezra works between your thighs today. Your fingers hold in his soft hair with a gentle tug as he works what you can only describe as magic, that silver tongue finding it's way towards your second release of the day.

Your breath comes shallow; the way he flattens his tongue against you and stretches you on his fingers at the same time makes your legs shake in assailing delectation. He is a god, divinity in pleasure, and you thank you star that you came to find him on this miserable planet again.

You are, of course, just one of many but you like to think he doesn't look at the others the way he does you, the way his sparkling eyes meet yours as you look down upon him now, as he eats you like a blessed repast.

Your back arches, a gripping feeling of closeness tightening your core. His fingers curl, his plush lips sucks until you cry out and pull again. The room is hot and your bodies are warm, sticky. His own hips rut against the mattress as yours rise in increasing desperation. This gift of his, it takes you over. You are stardust as your body trembles, heart pumping wildly. The sweetness of release finally lays itself upon you. Oh. He is a god. Some spirit of heavenly pleasure.

You wish he could be yours forever.

You whimper his name over and over as you come down from a high unlike any other.

"Ezra...Ezra...my Ezra"

He kisses your twitching clit a few times more, never quite ready to give up your taste – he had told you before that he doesn’t do this only for the money but also for his own desires.

Finally he rises to lay over you, his body heavy and hot on yours, the hardness of him grinding against your soaked centre as he eyes you curiously.

"Yours?" He whispers, a devilish smile on his lips that makes you quiver again lustfully.

"Yes, mine...tonight?" You whisper, thankful that he understands it when you words are staccato and flustered.

You've never had him stay for more than a few hours. Never been so lavish with hard earned credits, but money feels no object right now as your cunt flutters and pulses at the thought of a full night with him. To wake up beside him is an experience worth all the money in the universe, you imagine.

Your fingers play in the white-blonde patch of hair. Curious, like him. You know little of this man and yet you want him in your bed for as long as you can possibly keep him.

He is a symphony of raucous desire.

“Stay tonight” You murmur, pulling him in to a searing kiss as soon he nods his agreement.

You know so little of him, but what you do know if that one night with this starlit man - even though it makes you poorer - will make you richer in heart and soul.

[moon3verland]

Farewell My love

·˚ ◌༘₊· ͟͞꒰➳Lee Heeseung x Reader GENRE! Pure Angst〘WC: 567〙 『 ↳✧･ﾟ Warnings ; Major Character Death ↳˳;; ❝ ʙᴏᴏᴋꜱʜᴇʟꜰᵕ̈೫˚∗ ･: *:･ﾟ★ MOON 💭This one-shot is inspired by Mr Loverman-Ricky Montgomery

The hospital room was quiet, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor. Heeseung sat still by (Name)'s bedside, his fingers intertwined with hers, his gaze never leaving her pale face. The car crash had snatched away their future, leaving behind shattered dreams and a heart-wrenching farewell that neither of them had been prepared for.

"(Name)," Heeseung whispered, his voice cracking with sorrow as he leaned closer to her fragile form. Her eyelids fluttered open weakly, and a faint smile graced her lips, though her eyes reflected the pain she endured. More Under Cut

But you're cracking up, You're cracking up

"Heeseung..." (Name)'s voice was barely a whisper, yet it quivered with a depth of love that transcended words. "I'm sorry... I have to leave you."

"Don't say that," Heeseung pleaded, his heart cracking with each passing second. "Please, don't leave me. I can't live without you."

(Name)'s hand trembled in his grasp as she mustered all her remaining strength. "Our time together... it was a gift," she murmured, her voice barely audible amidst the hum of medical equipment. "Remember our love, Heeseung. It will always be a part of you."

The ways that you say my name, Have me runnin' on and on

Tears streamed down Heeseung's cheeks as he pressed his forehead against hers, his pain consuming him. "I love you, (Name)," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "You're my everything."

The heart monitor beeped steadily, a fragile lifeline that seemed to stretch out the inevitable. But then, as if echoing Heeseung's agony, the rhythm faltered. The beeps became erratic, each one a painful reminder of the fragility of life. Heeseung's grip on (Name)'s hand tightened instinctively, his heart constricting with fear.

"No, (Name), please," he pleaded desperately, his voice raw with grief. "Stay with me."

I've shattered now, I'm spilling out

(Name)'s gaze locked with his, a silent farewell etched in her eyes. The heart monitor's steady beeps slowed, faltered, and then, with a final, gentle beep, fell silent.

Heeseung's world shattered at that moment. He clung to (Name's) lifeless hand as sobs wracked his body, his grief overflowing in waves of anguish. He had lost her — his love, his everything. The reality of her absence settled in like a heavy stone, crushing him with its unbearable weight.

I'm reeling in my brain again

Hours passed in the quiet of the hospital room, the only sound of Heeseung's quiet murmurs of love and regret to (Names)'s still form. He knew he had to let her go, to begin the painful journey of living without her. But in that moment, all he could do was hold her hand and mourn the life they had lost together.

As dawn broke outside the hospital window, Heeseung finally rose from (Name)'s bedside. He pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, his lips lingering in a final goodbye. With a heavy heart, he turned away, carrying the weight of her absence with him.

Oh, what am I supposed to do without you?

"Farewell, my love," Heeseung whispered into the stillness of the room, his voice filled with a love that would endure beyond the boundaries of time and space.

And so, with the memory of (Name)'s love etched into his soul, Heeseung stepped into a world forever changed by her absence, yet forever illuminated by the love they had shared.

I'm Mr. Loverman

And I miss my lover

© moon3v3rland— all rights reserved to me. please do not copy in any way steal my work.

[iadrash]

 ︵︵  ୨·୧ ︵︵

ㅤﾟㅤ˳ㅤㅤ꒰ one-shot!    ♡﹒ꕀ﹒ㅤ꒱ㅤ ＞＜  ׄ ׅ

 ☆﹔ㅤ۪ ⬭  𝆹   nanago: nanami x gojo.   □𝆹ㅤ𝆬   ට   ׅ

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ      ( soft and fluff. )

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤ︶︶֪︶  ྀི ۪ ︶︶֪︶

I will give you a world of peace. ︵ 💭

About: Satoru loves Kento so much that he cannot wake up without loving him.

Gojo's love for Nanami is so intense, so inexplicable that it hovers over him like a mantle of light, illuminating every corner of Satoru. Every beat of his heart seems to whisper Kento's name, every thought is imbued with his essence and every fiber of his being yearns for his presence.

The dawn light filtered softly through the curtains, tinting the room with golden hues and slowly awakening the city. The soft murmur of birds outside created a delicate and comforting melody, as if nature itself was celebrating the arrival of a new day.

Satoru lay in his bed, his eyes still closed, enjoying the peace that reigned at that moment. His body was relaxed, but his mind was full of thoughts that only revolved around one person: Kento Nanami.

The room was imbued with Kento's presence, as if his essence were in the air. The soft scent of his cologne mingles with the sheets, enveloping Satoru in an invisible but comforting embrace. Memories of the moments they shared together crowded his mind, bringing a warm smile to his lips.

Satoru slowly opened his eyes, revealing bright blue irises, full of a love so deep they seemed to emit their own sparkles. He turned his gaze towards Kento, who lay beside him, still deep in a profound sleep. The soft morning light reflected on his face, highlighting his perfect features and giving him an aura of serenity where there is usually a frown.

Kento's golden hair spreads across the pillow, creating a halo of softness and sensuality. Satoru couldn't help but gently caress the rebellious strands, sliding his fingers through them with tenderness. Every movement was careful and full of love, as if he were touching a treasure he feared to break.

Satoru's lips curved into a smile as his eyes scanned every inch of Kento's face, as if he wanted to engrave it in his memory forever. His long, thick lashes moved slightly with each breath, and his soft, pale skin seemed to glow under the faint morning light.

Satoru's chest filled with an overwhelming feeling, a mixture of gratitude, admiration and desire that threatened to overflow. Watching Kento sleep peacefully awakened in him an irrepressible desire to protect him, to care for him and to love him even more.

Time seems to stand still in that moment, as if the universe itself wanted to give them a moment of eternity, allowing them to steal time just for a day.

Satoru gently caressed Kento's cheek with the back of his hand, feeling the warmth of his skin and the soft touch of the incipient beard. He closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the sweetness of the moment and promising himself that he would do everything in his power to defeat Sukuna and keep Kento by his side, to love him with every fiber of his being.

Satoru would give Kento a world of peace where they can only be together.

[killemwithkawaii]

Hello! I’ve been reading your stuff for almost a year now, and idk if your taking requests rn but do you think I could get headcannons of yan!Sal being your best friend and what that would consist of? If your able to of course. Also I love all of your work! I always come back to read it!

Aw yeah, gotta love some platonic yan~ 💖

Sal as your Yandere Best Friend (forever and ever and ever)-

[CW: Yandere, obsessive behavior, borderline stalking, self-sacrifice, emotional manipulation]

>Sal is extremely sociable and gets attached to people quickly. He’s likely to be the one to introduce himself to you and invites you to hang out with him and his other friends almost immediately. Once you guys click, you go from casual acquaintances to ride-or-die overnight. You’re pretty much stuck with him after that (he doesn’t take friendship lightly!) 🤝💙

>Constantly wants to hang around you, even if you’re not doing anything in particular, invites you along to pretty much everything, and shows up at your place unannounced for impromptu bro time. He just really enjoys your company! Because he's constantly asking what you're doing when he's not there, he knows your schedule and where you are pretty much at all times. He would feel very left out if you mention that you did something fun or important without him. (He covers it up well, ‘Oh, I’m glad you had fun! That sounds awesome, I’ll have to try that out/ go there sometime…’ but you can tell by his mood change that he’s upset about not being included 😞)

>Incredibly generous, always willing to do favors for you without expecting more than a ‘thank you’ in return, and is happy to go out of his way to help or please you. He will literally give you the shirt off his back, if it seems like you’re in need of it. After all, what are friends for? (He of course has his limitations, but you’d have to make some pretty preposterous requests for him to deny you something.) 🙇‍♂️

>Wants to do everything that you do. Take the same classes, join the same clubs, have the same hobbies, listen to the same music, and live in the same house as you, if he can manage it... He wants to appreciate what you’re all about, really get to know you on an intimate level and know who you are at your core. Doing all the same things is a great way to do that and an excellent way to spend more time with you, especially if he can get you to teach him a new skill or you both learn something new together. 🎨📸📚

>Very physically affectionate. He’s always down for a hug and likes to stay within close proximity (almost zero personal bubble, unless you make it very clear you need some space, which he will do his best to respect). He’s not keen on strangers getting to close to either of you, but you guys might as well be conjoined at the hip. 🤗

>Is quick to be your scapegoat and come to your defense. He’s great at lying and coming up with excuses to get the both of you out of trouble (or just get what you want), will always politely yet firmly speak up when you’re slighted, and he never lets anybody get away with being a jerk to you. Sal can be absolutely scathing when the situation calls for it! Assholes get roasted on the spot if they dare to mess with his BFF. (Be aware: He can take a punch, but he’s not much of a fighter, despite his willingness to get into physical danger for you. Don’t let things get too heated or you’ll have to help patch him up later.) 🩹

>Texts you often and at all times of the day because of his insomnia. If something reminds him of you, you’ll know about it. 💬

>Highly sentimental. He keeps receipts, tickets, photos, and other small mementos from the times you’ve hung out together and talks about those memories with a deep, rose-colored fondness.  🎫💭

>Always wants you to talk about your feelings (sometimes to the point of prying), loves it when you tell him your secrets, and plays therapist for you all the time. He delights in lending an ear when you want to vent and when he gets you to spill all those juicy personal details, especially the ones you haven’t really told anybody else about before. Letting him know those things about you means that you trust him enough to be vulnerable and that you two have a really strong bond. He’ll always be there for you, no matter what! ♾💙

[dayurno]

hiii dayurno I’m a big fan !! In general but also of the name of the game which is what this ask is abt

Somewhat of a directors cut question bc the kevjean brain worms are eating me from the inside out - do u think there’s a version of the name of the game where Kevin turns away from Andrew and Neil and ends up with Jean - although I guess I don’t mean that kevjean need to end up romantic rather than simply the most important relationship in each others lives

Although I guess a broader question is if there’s a version where Kevin turns his back on Andrew and Neil and if so what happens then

its always touching (but crazy!) when people tell me they like tnotg because looking back on it its been 3 years and theres a lot of things about it i dislike 🫡 mostly writing choices and typos and whatnot, but its very sweet to me that people still care about it and are willing to look past those….. tch! i am nonetheless all too aware of the flaws in it but i’ll edit it one day. eventually. 4 sure

as for your question hmmm lets see! if you’re asking if there’s an universe where kevin rejects andreil — i think so! i think if kevin hadn’t slept with river, hadn’t moved to charleston, hadn’t befriended robin at the time he did, he probably wouldn’t have gotten to the yes he gives them in chapter 6. it wouldn’t necessarily be a finite forever no, but it’d definitely be a very uncertain Maybe andrew wouldn’t have wanted to work with it. at that point they would’ve stopped pursuing him unless neil thought he could convince kevin, but i’m not sure andrew would’ve been on board with that

now an universe where he ends up with jean….🤔💭 when i wrote tnotg there was little to no information (or really content) about jean and most of the kevjean friendship was based off of guesses and headcanons. this is i think made obvious by the fact that jean is older than kevin in it and was already a year into his contract with the stingrays when kevin signed with them. he wasn’t the one to suggest they move in together, but he offered kevin a place to stay while he looked for apartments, which led to the conclusion of kevin asking if he wants to be roommates. part of it was kevin scared of living alone, but the other part was simply because kevin wanted to be closer to jean again, and he thought close proximity could mend the parts of their relationship he thought were still off

which is all to say: yes! there can be a world where kandreil don’t get together and kevjean do :) my original plan 3 years ago was to involve jean with their captain in an out of wedlock affair (3 cheers for yonah’s shitty fiance), but it was scrapped pretty early in the writing process. i still think jean and yonah could have casually dated or hooked up on the side, and eventually river would have figured it out and told kevin, which would make him look at jean. Differently. i think. at the point of kevin’s first season he’s not really thinking about jean as an adult so much as he’s thinking about the memory of him as a teenager, so it’d be a bit of a shock to hear jean is fooling around with a teammate, which would put associations in his head he would Not Like To Deal With

the thing is that i don’t know if tnotg jean was in love with kevin the way tsc jean was. i think it was definitely There on the back of his mind, but i’m not sure if that version of him would have acknowledged his feelings, and it’s likely he’d have suppressed them much more than he did in tsc. but, by the time the tnotg timeline starts, jean is in a much better and calmer place, and i think he would eventually reevaluate those memories if kevin showed any sign of interest in him. and then it’d be free real estate

[ranger-ribbons]

💭 - brainwash my muse into forgetting something, replacing it with a false memory.

Brody/Preston!!

Hmmmmmm.

~~~

Preston doesn't look up from his magic book as Brody walks in. "Ready, Preston?" the Red asks.

Preston shrugs, closing his book and setting it on the desk. "As I'll ever be, I guess. I still don't think this is a good idea."

Brody puts a comforting hand on Preston's shoulder. "It's gonna be okay. If it works, I forget all about Madam Odius torturing me. If it doesn't, I continue coping. No harm, no foul."

"I'm not worried about you," Preston replies. "What if I mess up?"

Brody squeezes the hand on Preston's shoulder. "It's okay, Preston's. I have total faith in you."

Preston sighs. "Okay," he replies. "Let's try it out."

Brody lays down on the couch and makes himself comfortable. Preston's hands shake as he pulls out the old pocket watch and lets the watch drop so he holds onto the end of the chain. Brody watches the watch as it swings slowly from side to side.

"Keep your eyes on the watch. Watch as it swings. It swings back and forth. You're watching the watch." Preston had watched Now You See Me before he tried this, Brody can tell. The Red shuts that thought down before it can break his concentration.

"You're getting tired. The watch is swinging and the hours pass as it does. Very tired. And," Preston clicks his fingers right under Brody's nose at the same time he commands, "sleep."

Brody's world goes dark.

~

Preston startles as Brody's eyes shut and he collapses back against the couch as if someone had hit his off switch. "Oh god," he murmurs, panicked. "Brody? Can you hear me?"

Brody slurs out a, "Yeah," and Preston feels like he can actually breathe.

"Okay," Preston says. He thinks back to the information he has from his spell books on hypnotism. Most sorcerers in the books had considered it a forbidden art. To mess with a person's memory is to commit an unspeakable crime. However, Preston had found a few and he holds to the rules they'd set in place like a life raft. "Brody, your mind is open to you. There is nothing you can't remember, there is nothing hidden from you." Brody makes a humming noise that Preston chooses to take as assent.

"Go back in you memories to the years on Galvanax's ship. Do you remember them?"

"Yes," Brody replies, hushed.

"Good," Preston soothes. He wraps one hand around his arm and rubs his shoulder, trying to soothe himself as well. "Think back to Madame Odius. To her torture and everything she's done. Do you remember?"

Brody makes a pained noise, but replies with an affirmative. Preston wants to reach out and touch him, but the books say not to so the Blue restrains himself.

"I want you to imagine the memories as file folders, okay? Take all those memories and put them into a box. The box is safe. The memories can't hurt you if they're in there." This tactic is mostly born of Preston's hands. His experiences with memories are to put them into a box and shove the box into the furthest corner of his mind. He's sure the therapist his teachers say he should see would love to talk about it. For now, though, Preston's thinks it should work fine here, too.

"Okay," Brody replies.

Preston swallows. "Now lock the box and set it on a shelf."

"Okay."

"This box is forever untouchable to you. You will not remember the contents of this box, when you awaken. You will not remember what Madame Odius did to you while you where on Galvanax's ship. When I snap my fingers, you'll awake with no memory of the box or its contents. Do you understand?"

This is the trickiest part. The hardest to get right. It has to be worded just so, or Preston could mess everything up.

"Yes," Brody replies.

"Okay," Preston says to himself. "Ready?" he asks Brody. "Three, two, one," Preston clicks his fingers again, once more commanding, "Wide awake!"

Brody's eyes snap open and he sits up. "Hey, Presto," he says. "Did it work?"

Preston shrugs. "You remember Madame Odius or her actions on the Warrior Dome?"

Brody frowns. "She didn't touch me on the Warrior Dome."

Preston breaks into a relieved smile. "It worked!"

~~~

@estel-eruantien thank you!

[flamesignite]

💭 + Atem?

"This man... He's done so much for me.. He's seen me at my lowest, where I couldn't remember who I was or who he was. He didn't run away from me even though he could have. He stayed by my side, told me that he was going to be here till I got my memories back even afterwards."

He shudders, feeling the tears well up.

"When I got my memories back... I hurt him, and he keeps saying that he's okay as long as I am okay and that I need to worry about myself and not him." He squeezes his hands into knuckles.

"This man, so selfless to make sure I am okay and not worry too much about himself. I want to protect him and I.. I hurt him.. He just took the pain with stride.. didn't get angry at me."

"I love this man... With every fiber of my being... I want him to be angry at me, but he's not... he's not angry at me for hurting him.. I don't want him to just sit there and take that pain. I want to bear all of that pain for him.. I want to protect him forever... I want to hold him and never let him go.

I refuse to hurt that man ever again. I can only hope, that I can keep him safe and he deserves all of the love in the world. He took this man, one with many regrets, who wanted to change the world and make it a better place, he took that man, and still loves him regardless of the pain that he caused him.

I have deeply fallen for him. He has my heart completely."

Let me bear all the pain for you.

[the-forsakenlegionnaire]

📷 and 💭 for Lien-Da :3c

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Lien-da in two pictures. Nothing else truly conveys her constant state of mind.

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A memory? My first rp in this blog. Countless stories have been written, but this one will forever remain the most important one in my eyes.

Drawing curtesy of @btm-txt

[katygorl]

Calida: 🌊🍪🌱🌲🗡️⚔️🧶☕️💝🧠💭⚡️☔️

🌊 Does this oc have a secret or repressed desire?

Not really. The closest she has to having a "repressed" desire is her putting her dream of establishing her own seamstress business on hold, but other than that, she doesn't have many big desires she is keeping secret or repressed.

🍪 What are their favorite scents?

Maybe a given, but she loves the scent of a fire or wood burning. She is used to it coming from the Fire Nymph Tribe, but it is always a comforting scent that brings back memories from her earlier years.

🌱 Share one of this oc’s early memories.

One of her earliest memories was her parents always reading to her. Since they are pacificists much like her, they always encouraged her to pursue calmer activities than what most of the tribe gets up to. This early memory and fondness for reading is a major underlying reason why she enjoys her work with Warlord Cole in transcribing books for the tribe, as she wants for other fire nymphs to find the simple joy and relaxation from reading that she experienced.

🌲 Do they have a favorite location to hang out in?

Her studio room. She just recently got it set up, but she always finds herself hanging out in there the most on her days off or whenever she needs time to destress. Since she has slowly started getting back into her seamstress work on the side, she spends a lot of time in there planning out designs and trying to bring them to life.

🗡️ Does this oc have a signature object, accessory, or weapon?

Her signature objects/weapons would be her giant knitting needles. She first received them on her 13th birthday, and they are enchanted with fire/lava flowing through them to help her in channeling her magic easier. Since she is mostly non-combative she usually wears them to keep her hair up, but she has used them on occasion as actual weapons when needed. Since she has been learning defensive combat lately, she has been using them as actual weapons a lot more and hopes to continue developing her skills with them.

⚔️ How does this oc handle conflict?

In the past, she would do everything to avoid conflict. Since she is more of a pacifist type, and since her near-death experience as a child, she generally tried to stay out of any situation in which conflict would occur, which sometimes is difficult with the largely combative nature of the tribe. In recent times since she has started taking up defensive combat lessons though, she has been slowly building up her confidence and skill set to face conflict head on when it happens. She still tries to avoid it as she prefers living a more peaceful life, but she knows it is better to address a problem rather than avoid it forever.

🧶 Do they do any arts, crafts, or creative hobbies?

Aside from making and fixing clothes, she has found herself dabbling in sketching, collaging, and scrapbooking lately. The sketching mainly comes from testing out some of her designs on paper before making them, as well as some casual doodles and drawings on occasion when she has time or inspiration. The collaging and scrapbooking has come more recently, after helping Warlord Cole transcribe and bring more books into the tribe. With some of the extra copies she gets to keep, she has been enjoying cutting out different images, words, and phrases to create different themed-aesthetic collages.

☕ What is their preferred beverage(s)?

A nice, calming tea. She is not the biggest fan of sweet beverages or alcohol, so a nice hot, unsweetened tea is her favorite go-to drink.

💝 How much effort do they put into appearances? Do they have a favorite article of clothing?

Surprisingly, despite her seamstress work she isn't super focused on her appearance. She still makes sure to be clean and look presentable, but most of the time she keeps more of a simple and casual fashion sense. That being said, she does enjoy wearing at least one statement piece with her outfits, usually in the form of vibrant and colorful shawls, and she will dress up a little more fancy for important events. The most effort she puts into her appearance is her hair, as she likes putting it up most often.

🧠 What is their stress response: fight, flight, freeze, or fawn?

Either flight or fawn. She mostly tries to avoid conflict or stressful situations by hiding from it when she can, but if she has to face it then she usually tries to appease the other person to avoid becoming involved in a bigger conflict.

💭 How is their mental health? Do they struggle with guilt or shame?

Her mental health is okay. She does often deal with anxious thoughts and has troubles expressing her desires to others, which does have her feeling secretly down a lot. But, she does try expressing herself through journaling when she is not able to verbally, so she has her ways of handling it so it does not get too bad.

⚡ Does this oc have any unusual or “irrational” fears?

Overly-sugary foods. Someone she knew when she was a child had such huge cavities and needed major dental work done, so she was always scared of eating too much sugar and ruining her teeth like that peer. She is also personally not the biggest fan of sugary-sweet foods beyond that, as they are just not in her tastes, so her fear does not bother her that much to have as she already tries to avoid those foods.

☔ How does this oc feel about rain?

She is not the biggest fan of rain, being a fire nymph. Most of the time she doesn't get to experience it so she has nothing to worry about, but the few times she does experience it she is all decked out in protective raingear and an umbrella to keep herself as dry as possible.

[taevisionceo]

💭 #ThoughtInTheNight THE JOY AND HAPPINESS THAT I FEEL IS SUCH THAT MY WHOLE BEING SEEMS BECOME MUTE. THE WORDS TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS DON’T COME EASY. HOW DO I TELL YOU THAT MY LIFE IS MUCH BETTER SINCE THE DAY THAT I TOLD YOU HOW I FELT? HOW TO EXPRESS THAT I NEED TO LOVE YOU TO FEEL ALIVE? HOW DO I TELL YOU THAT THERE’S NO ME WITHOUT YOU? SO TENDER ARE MY THOUGHTS OF YOU… EVEN MY MEMORY LOVES YOU… MY LOVE FOR YOU IS BEYOND OF MY HEART AND MY MIND, IS IN THE DEEPEST OF MY SOUL. YOU LIVE IN MY HEART, IN MY MIND AND IN MY SOUL… FOREVER. WHEN THE NIGHT SEEMS LONG… MY HEART AND MY SOUL CALLS OUT FOR YOU… IF I KNOW WHAT “TRUE LOVE” IS, IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU. I LOVE YOU IN A WAY YOU’VE NEVER BEEN LOVED, FOR REASONS YOU’VE SURELY NEVER BEEN TOLD… AND I LOVE YOU MORE THAN YOU’LL EVER KNOW EXISTS INSIDE MY HEART AND MY SOUL. WHAT’S LOVE? … LOVE IS ALL… IT’S YOU. HAVE I EVER TOLD YOU THAT I LOVE YOU? I LOVE YOU INFINITE… FOREVER AND EVER ❤