#girls' generation fluff

[kenjakusbraincum]

Sukuna is old. He is also weirdly cultured for the monster that he is. With so much time on his hands, he loves indulging in arts and literature, and as with everything else he tries, he's good at it. You wouldn't know this, of course, you are only his pet. The time you spend with him is limited and hardly consists of intellectual conversation. You are there to serve one purpose and you know that quite well. So when you wake up in his bed one morning, two things come as a surprise. First that you're even here. It's one of those rare occasions when Sukuna couldn't be bothered kicking or carrying you out of his chambers once your time together was up. Second, he's awake, bent over his desk and so concentrated on a little figurine in his hand that he doesn't immediately notice you've shuffled awake. Once your eyes focus, you see that he's holding a tool in his other hand. He's carving wood. You're almost hypnotized by the scene. The scene feels so private that even for a pet like you, who knows Sukuna in the most intimate way, it feels like you shouldn't be watching. But you can't look away.

"Awake?", he asks, without sparing a glance at you. You apologize for staring, and look for your clothes around the bed. You throw them on just precisely enough to cover up until you reach your chambers, just wanting to be as quick and innocuous as possible. You wait for Sukuna's approval to leave. He gives you a simple nod, once more avoiding to look at you. You leave feeling conflicted. Special, because he allowed you to stay and watch (even as little as you did), but saddened because he barely looked at you, once more solidifying in your mind that you're only interesting to him when you're naked and bent over. As long as you've been here, you could never stop wishing for his validation.

Sukuna knows when you get insecure too. He notices the way your eyes droop, the way you close in on yourself and seem absent in his presence. He justifies this excessive worry about you by telling himself he likes to be the only thing that bothers his pets. All the way until he realized he already is the only thing that can make you sad. This realization falls upon him one time he lashes out on you and sees the immediate change of heart on your face. Now, he isn't one to apologize, especially not to someone who is as low under him as his pet. But why does he feel guilty when he sees this one act of his ruin your day? When he catches a glimpse of you sitting in the garden with your head hung low, or leaving more food on your plate than you usually do. If only you knew the way you really made him feel.

He beckons you to his chambers, and you follow three steps behind him like a good pet does. You didn't expect this time to be any different than others. You've become used to serving Sukuna on days you loved him and on days you hated him. But when he tells you to close your eyes, you know something is different. You obey, of course, and listen to his footsteps as he fetches something from the room. His hand takes yours and opens it, placing a piece of wood onto your palm. You already know, but you wait for him to allow you to open your eyes. He lightly presses his thumb on your cheek under your eye, and when you look, you find a small wooden fawn, curled up and asleep in your hands.

"Master!!..", you start, but nothing else can leave your mouth. You turn the figure around in your hand, inspecting and admiring the details. He's given you gifts before, but not ones carved by his own hand. Not ones made with love.

"You don't have to squint anymore.", Sukuna says, almost jokingly. But his face is as serious as ever as he looks at you, his muse. He thinks of the first time he's exhausted you to the point of passing out right after your nightly meetings. You were relatively new and very unsure of your safety. He thinks of your small body curled up in sleep on the edge of his bed, knees pressed to your chest in a primal, subconscious attempt to protect yourself. His little pet, his fawn.

You slur on and on about how beautiful it is, how you don't know how to thank him, the usual when you receive a gift. And as usual, Sukuna shuts you up with a kiss. You welcome it and wrap your arms around his neck, giving yourself in to him and letting him take you to the bed.

And he takes things slow tonight. He's gentle and so, so giving. Every sensation is delicate, prolonged and heightened to exhaustion. You cling to him, pull him impossibly close, and come apart under the comforting weight of him. Afterwards, you hold his hand to your face and kiss it softly. His hands, so large and strong, capable of such violence, yet for you they craft gifts, cradle, caress, love... in a very subtle and distant way, of course. With these thoughts your hands slip away from his, you turn around and quickly drift off.

He looks at you now, sleeping so close to him. Trusting him with your back, and turning your curled up form to the outside world. As if he is no longer a perceived danger. He smiles to himself in victory, and plants a chaste kiss to your shoulder to wish you one final goodnight.

[blackynsupremacy]

HIS BIGGEST FAN

pairing: nicholas a. chavez x black!fem!reader

summary: for as long as you’ve known her, your grandmother has always enjoyed watching daytime soap operas, such as general hospital. she’s even more delighted when gets to have a “date” with you and your boyfriend, who happens to portray her favorite character, spencer cassadine.

contains: established relationship, romance, cavity inducing fluff, cuddling, kissing, reassurance, nicholas being the best boyfriend ever, kind words, grandma loves her some nicholas.

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“and voila! you look so amazing, baby.”

you chime after perfectly adjusting the black bow tie that rested on the collar of his pristine white button up shirt. you both get a glimpse of his final look in the full sized mirror of the luxury suite you guys secured for your visit in your hometown. your boyfriend of two years, nicholas chavez, was indeed what your uncles would call it “clean” as he donned a noir tuxedo and bow tie. you couldn’t help, but to inwardly swoon at the sight of the obvious outline of his toned build within the suit. the sweet, musky scent of his cologne put your senses in a hypnotic daze and his plush, chocolate tresses were shiny and brushed smoothly to the side with a couple of loose curls cascading along his forehead. nicholas looked good.

one would assume that this was a normal get dolled up date between you and nicholas, but this outing was more special. you were back in your hometown because nicholas has met most of your immediate family such as your parents, but not any of your grandparents yet, specifically your maternal grandmother. you loved your grandma to pieces and would protect her just as she has done for you in your childhood and adolescence. anyone could see that you were her favorite. she’d spoil you with the best of her homemade meals, the best gifts for special occasions, and you never forgot when she would discreetly slip a twenty in your palm while she gave fives to your cousins. you would never forget that she basically raised you from kindergarten to fifth grade while your parents worked long hours the week and they’d pick you up on weekends. one thing that you knew very well about your grandma was that she was invested in her “stories”. they were just daytime soap operas and her favorite of all time was general hospital. ever since day one in ‘sixty-three, your grandmother hasn’t missed a single episode. it’s amazing that her memory was starting to get faded as she was getting older, but rest assured, she could recall an entire episode from ‘seventy-four if she wanted to! word for word and bar for bar. as a kid, you would catch a confused glimpse of the tv-programming while you were at her house. you had no clue what was happening, but grandma was invested, so you might as well be. now, as an adult, you don’t have the time to regularly catch up on the show on your own, but you made it your duty to record the episodes for your grandmother to make sure her streak wasn’t broken.

one year prior to meeting nicholas, you visited your grandma to just cook her lunch and kick it with her stories. as you both sat and watched, you realized that so much has changed with the show over the years, both the plot line and the characters. your grandmother enthusiastically nudges you when her favorite couple by the names of “trina” and “spencer” appear on the screen. they were a beautiful interracial couple of people who looked to be right in your age range. the woman was african american with gorgeous, dark brown skin and long straight black hair. the man was a brunette caucasian that was tall, muscular, and definitely handsome. you assumed that your grandmother caught your lingering gaze on the man and she teased you saying that he would exactly be your type, you just laughed her off and continued watching the episode because this man was a whole celebrity, so the chances of you and him crossing paths were very slim.

but never zero.

fast forward to a year later, you were flown out by your friend in l.a. that was interning for the costume design team on the set for a netflix docudrama series based on the case of the menendez brothers. the premiere was quickly approaching and she was allowed to bring a plus one, which would be you. as you guys were getting ready, she gave you the details about the designer fashion used in the show and you chuckled as she couldn’t stop talking about how fine the actors playing the brothers were.

“girl, i can’t wait for you to meet the crew tonight! on my soul the one who plays lyle would definitely be your type.” she hypes once you guys pull up to the venue. the hollywood life was like a dream. camera’s flashing from every corner, people wanting your autograph, giving exclusive interviews, and just the general buzzing of excitement in the air as you both entered on the red carpet. just only a few minutes before the screening started, your friend had to go talk with a team member, leaving the next few empty seats beside you open. your eyes dart around the room as you nervously wait for your friend’s return until you hear a male voice.

“uh, hey, is this seat taken?” he politely asked. you didn’t really get a look at him because the house lights of the theater were cut off, but you could see that was really tall and muscular based off of his silhouette. with a shake of your head, you gesture towards the seat next to you in which he graciously sat, giving you a soft spoken thank you. you gulp a bit now that you were even more nervous than before, out of habit your knee nervously bounced up and down the more your impatience was growing. out of the corner of his eye, he noticed your fidgeting.

“hey, i hate to bother you again, but are you alright? you seem a bit nervous.” he alluded to your still bouncing knee. you take a deep breath to promptly regulate, stopping your movements and turning your head to the stranger.

“my bad, i’m just waiting for my friend to get back. she’s like the only i person i know here, it’s a little embarrassing.” you whispered with a nervous chuckle.

“well, in that case, my name’s nicholas. what’s yours?”

“y/n.”

“nice to meet you. that’s pretty name for a what i assume is a pretty girl. it’s kind of hard to see in here.”

you both quietly chuckle and you thank him for the compliment before he speaks one final time before the screening officially starts.

“now, you shouldn’t be so nervous because you know two people here.”

the smile that was etched on your face didn’t disappear after you two got to see each other in the well-lit room of the after-party. god, this man was more good-looking than you pictured him to be and by the way he was throwing game, he found you to be a sight for sore eyes also. for some odd reason, it felt like you’ve seen him somewhere before, but you couldn’t put your finger on it. you forgot that your friend was even your ride until you realized that she was ready to turn in for the night. you and nicholas didn’t want to leave without at least exchanging numbers and that’s how those texts turned to late night talks to continuous dates. after a few months of dating, you two were officially an item and you decided to move to l.a. to be closer.

on about the third date, you told nicholas that you had that feeling that you’ve seen him before, but you don’t know where from. you knew it definitely wasn’t in person, so it had to be on television. it all came together when he told you that was also working on none other than general hospital as, you guessed it, spencer cassadine. with a palm to your face, you erupt with giggles. nicholas inquires you on the joke, you tell him about your grandmother’s love for the soap opera and how she gushes about his character. he blushes when you say she’s basically his biggest fan! you don’t forget how she told you that he would be your type of man and that your friend at the premiere said the exact same thing. it’s funny how fate works that way. the dream of your sweet, soap opera loving grandmother getting the chance to meet her favorite star of her favorite soap and the love of your life, would now become a reality tonight at the one of the fanciest restaurants in town.

“thank you, sweetheart, but not half as amazing as you.” he responds with a lopsided smile and plants a soft kiss on your full, glossed lips.

“easy now, boo. save that charm for our special guest tonight, hm?”

you bashfully quip with a smirk as the heat rises on the cheeks of your melanated face. you then peer down at your wrist watch to check the time. you knew it was time to set the plan in motion. your palms smooth down the dress you chose for the evening and you retrieve your purse before you turn to nicholas to go over the plan one last time.

“okay, remember, i’ll go to pick her up and tell them our reservation. luckily, they still seat you if one person is a bit late. then, you’ll walk in with your fine self holding the bouquet of roses, are we clear?” you stated shifting your eyes from nicholas to the flowers that lay on the mini table of the hotel room.

“crystal.” nicholas affirms with a nod. his large hand softly catches your wrist before you try to scurry out to the elevator. being in a bit of a rush, you thought it could wait, but who were you to deny such a man like him? you gave in.

“what’s up, love?” you attentively urge. he pulls you closer to place his hands on your hips while yours find their way to his forearms.

“you know that you’re literally the best, right? this what you’re doing for her has shown me how big your heart is for those you love. i won’t lie—that makes me so proud to call you mine.” his spoke with soft sincerity as he leaned down to rest his forehead against yours, the loose dangling curls tickle across your skin. that familiar heat returns and the tempo of your pounding heart increases. his words rendered you speechless. even though nicholas worked as an actor, he could make a killing at being a poet because he always knew what to say. he took your moment of silence as an opportunity to speak one last time. the warm, coffee gaze of his eyes never dared to pull away from yours.

“you’re just beautiful—from the inside.”

the words halt from his pink lips. he draws them closer to fill the gap between you two, pulling you in for a brief, yet passionate kiss which you eagerly reciprocate for a few seconds before he pulls away to resume speaking,

“and definitely from the outside. i love you so much, y/n.” he concludes with one of his hands cupping along your jawline, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek.

“and i love you so much, nicholas. thank you. i just want to give back to her what she’s given to me all of these years. i literally couldn’t have done this without you.” you respond with the same soft tone and return a chaste peck to his lips.

“now, i gotta go and get her before this whole thing falls through. i’ll see you in a little bit and don’t forget the flowers, okay?” with a light squeeze to his arms, you free yourself from his grip with your belongings in tow and give him one last smile before exiting your room and taking the elevator down to the lobby. after your uber arrives, you call your grandmother’s in-home caretaker that you would be arriving promptly to pick her up. once you pull in the driveway, you walk up to the door of the house that has brought you several fond childhood memories, you take the key that was made for you and unlock the door to see your grandmother all dolled up in her modest red velvet dress. her natural gray curls were styled beautifully on her head and her lips were painted to match her dress. with a child-like enthusiasm, you greet her in a warm embrace and a kiss to her forehead, not forgetting to tell the eighty one year old how radiant she looked. her scent was always the signature of elizabeth taylor’s white diamond perfume. the caretaker helps you get her into the car safely and you embark on the way to the restaurant. during the ride, you catch her up on life things and you inquire if she’s been eating, taking her meds, and watching her stories. you smile as the driver makes the turn into the parking lot and you find a good spot near the entrance.

“okay, grandma, we’re here! i have someone special i really want you to meet tonight and they’re really excited to meet you too.” you say, unbuckling both of your seatbelts.

“oh, really? who is it, baby?” she inquires with a piqued gaze in her eye while she watches you get out the car to help her out of her seat.

“as excited as i am to let you know, it’s a surprise!”

she playfully groans and you laugh as you hold on tightly to her hand to guide her to the entrance and confirm your reservation with the hostess who then immediately guides you to the secluded table in the vip section. your grandmother stares in awe at where you two were seated.

“baby, are we meeting the president or something? this looks a bit expensive.”

you giggle knowing that she was serious, she still looked impressed nonetheless.

“no, grandma, it’s the not the president. we’re just meeting my boyfriend and he wanted us to be treated well tonight.”

her eyes widen with wonder and she pulls you in for a hug.

“aw, my baby is in love! i’m so happy for you. does he make you happy?”

you pull back with a simper and eagerly nod at the mere thought of him.

“yes, he really does, grandma. i love him so much.”

“well, ain’t that a blessing? i knew there was a little glow on you, but i didn’t want to be wrong.”

you tell her that it was no worries and your gaze shifts to the entrance to see the familiar tall figure you’ve come to know and love. he’s finally here. you tell your grandmother to sit tight for a moment while you go to fetch nicholas. he was casually standing handsome and tall with the bouquet of roses in one hand and the other, in his pocket. once you made your way to the hostess station, you inform that nicholas is in the party of your reservation and he intertwines the hand that was in his pocket with yours before you both stride across the room to the vip table. your grandmother was reading over the menu and you call out her name causing her gaze up at you both. you and him were getting excited as you observed her facial expression when she laid her eyes upon your boyfriend. realization paints her face when she makes the connection,

“spencer. i-is that you?” she quizzes with a star struck tone. with a blushing grin, nicholas deliberately approaches and takes a seat next to her. her stare doesn’t break from the man. he takes the moment to introduce himself.

“you may know me as spencer from the show, but i’m also your lovely granddaughter’s boyfriend, nicholas. it’s a pleasure to meet you, ma’am. may i?” nicholas holds out his hand and when he grants your grandmother’s consent, he lifts her hand to his lips to place a delicate kiss on it. you take out your phone to capture photos of this moment. your grandmother couldn’t stop her giggling of excitement when she graciously took the flowers from nicholas.

“look at the camera, you two!” nicholas gently puts his arm around her shoulders and she naturally leans into his touch for the first photo. for the second, she places a kiss upon his cheek, making nicholas grin so hard that his face probably hurt. by the way he blushed from that kiss, you’d thought that your grandmother was going to take your man for sure. it didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that your grandmother adored nicholas and nicholas, her. you assumed that their chemistry was so off the chain, that if you left them, they wouldn’t even notice your absence. you put away your phone and take the seat on the other side of your grandmother, placing her in the center.

“ooh, y/n! he’s just as sweet as he can be. he’s more handsome than he looks on my stories. you better keep him, girl.” she chimes as she gets an eyeful of nicholas’ dashing features to which his cheeks never stop their glow of red while continually thanking her. you couldn’t pay him a million dollars to be arrogant if you tried and that’s one of the many things you loved so much about him. nicholas adds in the conversation,

“if it’s any consolation, i don’t plan on letting of y/n anytime soon. that’s if she’ll have me.” those pretty brown eyes peer into yours. the glint of sincerity shoots you right through the heart. you smile returning the same expression,

“i couldn’t get rid of you if i wanted to, so of course.”

“awww! you’re more romantic than spencer and trina!” your grandmother chimes in and you calm her down to make sure her excitement doesn’t affect her health.

when everyone has ordered, your grandmother continues to ask nicholas about himself, especially on the show. she was a bit bummed out that he couldn’t reveal the details of the new episode coming in january, but he was going to give her a special gift for the holidays to make up for it. as you’re all eating dinner, you groan in playful embarrassment when she recalled your childhood memories to him. like the time you were at the park, and you wanted the merry-go-round to spin super fast, she warned you to shut that down. did you listen? nope. you spun that thing so fast, you threw up on another kid’s shoes. nicholas bent over in laughter while the elder shook her head at you with a grin.

“grandmaaaa! why’d you expose me like that?” you pout at her with a glare towards nicholas.

“because you’re hard-headed, but i still love you.”she retorts.

“i’m working on it, trust! and—i love you too!”

nicholas sat and observed your interactions between you two, it was so refreshing to see you both at ease and talk like the best of friends despite the fifty-six year age gap between you two. when you all are full, nicholas picks up the tab for dinner, in which you two thank him with a kiss on each side of his face and you order the uber for you all to share to bring you home. you let her take a bathroom break and you get the notification that your uber has arrived. with nicholas walking out in front in of you both, you take your grandma by the hand as you two follow his lead. once he confirms that the uber is legit, he opens the door for you both to climb in. with your grandma in the center again, you sit back as the third wheel as they continue their animated discussion about general hospital and your relationship during the entire ride back to her house. you text the caretaker that you have pulled up, but to open the door because you and nicholas were going to help her to the door.

“thank you so much for dinner, you two! i had such a great time. it was such a pleasure meeting you, spen—i mean, nicholas! lord, have mercy you’re both so charming, i can’t tell the difference.” she bade sending him a wave.

you all filled the air with laughter as you three strolled towards the porch.

“you’re very welcome! the pleasure is definitely all mine, ma’am. i can see where y/n gets—well, everything from! heh.” he says with the notable twinkle in his eye.

you both coo at his charm.

“jesus, if i were just fifty years younger—“

“grandma! chill!” you playfully chide the elder and nicholas chortles as you all go up the steps, meeting the caretaker at the front door. after all was said and done, you and nicholas bid her a final goodnight with a hug and kiss to the cheek before she disappears into the house to retire for the night. the uber then drops you and nicholas off at your hotel. once you get to the room, you both share a shower together, change into something comfortable, and cuddle within the king sized bed. you’re both still pretty wired from the evening, so you just talked about the plans of spending time with her tomorrow because your flight doesn’t leave until the day afterwards.

“babe, your grandmother is one of the cutest women i’ve ever met—besides you of course.”

“mm-hmmm. i better and thank you! she really likes you too, you know. like i said, she’s your biggest fan. i bet you she’s gonna call up her friend, miss edna, and tell her all about it in the morning.” you both chuckle and there’s a beat of silence and it was your turn to break it,

“nick, can i confess something?”

“yeah, what’s on your mind, doll?”

“you know how grandma said that we were more romantic than spencer and trina? can i say that i really appreciated her saying that? i won’t lie when i’ve seen some of those scenes, i thought you and tabyana were a thing.— i even get just a little jealous sometimes. i know it’s your job and—”

“hey, hey, hey. c’mere.” with arms already around you he shifts you from his side and positions you on top of him.

“like i told your grandma, i’m not going anywhere anytime with anyone. you’re the one for me. i may get some attention here and there from the rest of the world, but look at who’s with me right now. i’m your biggest fan and if i have to reassure that when you need, i got you like you got me, are we clear?”

you hold his gaze now with relief washing over you, a smile grows on your face and you nod to affirm his question.

“crystal.” you utter before bringing your lips to his for a kiss. nicholas doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate as you place your hands on each side of his sharp jawline and his hands rest themselves on your hips. you both indulge in each other for about a minute or two before you give each other one final “i love you” before letting a well-deserved slumber take over your exhausted bodies.

[greengoblinswifey]

𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒆’𝒔 𝑬𝒅𝒈𝒆 ・₊✧🩶 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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Pairing— Nicholas Chavez x Model!Reader

Synopsis— Nicholas Chavez is on the brink of becoming Hollywood’s next big thing, while you, a renowned model clawing your way back from a career scandal, find yourself reluctantly entangled in a PR relationship with him after he’s moved next door. As the lines between fake and real blur, buried insecurities, harsh words, and a relentless industry threaten to tear you apart, can you find solace in each other, or will the cost of fame destroy what could have been real?

Warnings— Mentions of drugs, Substance Use, Alcoholism, Explicit Smut, Dirty Talk, Angst, Fluff, Cursing, Toxic Relationship Dynamic, Heartbreak, Betrayal.

A/N— Each part will have individual warnings and comment to be in the tag list for this series, enjoy <3

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

[smotherstories]

Would you like to help me study?

[wonkibrainrot]

‼️DON’T STOP BOYCOTTING‼️

[lady-of-tearshed]

Mother knows best

Nessian & Platonic!OC!Nessian's daughter (Briana)

Cassian Week 2024

Day 3: Family

@cassianappreciationweek

Sumarry: When Cassian encounters a hair issue with Briana, he can't help but wonder through his despair in this situation: "What would Nesta do?"

Warnings: None. Really, pure fluff

Word count: 804 words

Divider by @tsunami-of-tears

“Bri… I’m trying so hard…” 

“But it huuuuurts!”

Cassian pulled the brush away from his daughter’s hair. He didn’t have a fucking clue how she managed to get that much fir sap in her long shiny hair, so much like his. He kept staring at the nest-like mess her hair was in right now, and sighed, trying to find any inch of remaining patience left in him. 

When he became a dad, Cassian thought nothing could ever test his patience more than the dashing Illyrians recruits he had to train every once in a while. This exact moment he was in just proved him the opposite. He was exhausted, Briana was too, and mama was away to enjoy her girls’ night, the first she had in a good while. She deserved it, and Cassian could handle it here for once.

What would Nesta do… 

���We won't chop them off, right daddy?” Briana whimpered, her eyes shined with tears as she looked up at her dad, and escaped them to roll down her perfectly rounded cheeks. 

“Of course not sweetheart… Daddy won’t let it come to that. Huh… here,” Cassian said matter-of-factly while he picked her up into his arms, not missing to notice how big and tall his baby girl was getting. He kissed her tear stained cheeks, and filled the tub with warm water and vanilla scented oils, in hope it would help dissolve the sticky substance from his daughter’s beautiful, yet currently very tangled, curls.

“You’re going to sit and soak in a nice, warm bath and relax for a while, sounds good?” Bri nodded quickly and shimmied out of her dirty Illyrian leathers before jumping, inheriting all of Cassian’s grace, into the bath. The water splashed everywhere, covering Cassian from head to toe before he could even think of protecting himself from the splash. 

He wiped a hand across his face, and caught his daughter's amused glance. “Ha.Ha. So funny,” He rolled his eyes, sitting beside the bathtub to dip a finger, making sure the temperature was okay.  

An amused grin formed on his lips when his daughter attempted to roll her eyes at him, too. “Funnier than you and your “We don’t bite unless you ask us to” boring joke.” 

Sassy, just like her mother.

“You and your mother just don’t have any sense of humor,” “What did you say?” Cassian jumped a little, Briana followed the movement as their head pivoted to the bathroom door. Cassian threw the dirty leathers in the laundry basket, trying to hide the evidence, although the biggest one was currently sitting in the bath, of their wild and quite messy adventure. “Nesta! My love, I… uh…” 

Cauldron, Nesta looked like the Mother herself. A pure, raw, enticing beauty emitting from her.  

And he fucking missed her. 

He rose up to his feets, quickly closing the distance between him and his mate, and captured her lips into a searing kiss, flooding the bond with his relief of having her here now. 

“Mama, my hair…” Briana's pouty lip wobbled, and her whimpering tone made Nesta quickly pull away from her mate's arms.  

She walked up to her daughter and offered her an amused, yet reassuring smile. Nesta stroked Briana’s cheek and looked up at the mess her hair was in. “I assume you and daddy had lots of fun tonight?” 

Briana nodded, her eyes closing in content as her mother’s way more skillful fingers threaded through the knots and spread shampoo to melt the sap tangled in her long locks. “Yeah, we went flying!”

“Near the snowball fight field?” Nesta guessed, since there were lots of pines and firs there. 

“Yup! We made a gigantic snowman, we raced through the trees…” Her hands were flying everywhere, splashing water on every wall of the bathroom, and Nesta struggled to keep working on the knots on top of Briana's hair.  “Oh oh! Guess who won the race?!” 

Nesta chuckled “From how excited you sound princess… I'm going to assume you did.” 

Cassian faked an outraged expression, his hand snapping to his chest as if he'd been stabbed, and Brianna smiled widely. “Yeah, I did!!” 

Nesta smiled, thinking to herself how lucky she had been to be blessed with such a mate. She could never express how grateful she was for Cassian to fill her and their daughter's head with those joyful memories. 

“I'm proud of you Bri.” Nesta kissed her daughter's soapy forehead, then rinsed off the excess of soap covering her hair with water. “All done! No more big knots.” 

Briana launched into her mother's arms, hugging her tight, not caring that her movement made the water spill over the side of the bathtub. “Took notes to know what to do next time Dada?” 

Cassian laughter booming through the small bathroom. “Yeah, baby. I took notes.” 

A/N: Short Lil one, but I love it sm 🥹💕

Acotar Taglist: @lilah-asteria @mybestfriendmademe

Cassian Taglist: @acotar-lover @ladybookstan

[shahdraws]

Oh hey, I just realized I never posted this here :)

[svnny-days]

Look at me !

pairing: luke castellan x reader (mostly platonic?)

w.c: 1.1k

content: fluff???, luke and reader are best friends, my own headcanons for luke, luke is a bit of a loser, he's blushing :D, he uses those nice over-ear noise cancelling headphones (js like me)

warnings: not edited so if smth doesn't make sense or it gets boring at parts yk why , it has a dramatic start, it's so nonsensical like it's not even that big of a deal but he's jst a little drama queen !, i thought of this when i was driving

Luke Castellan had a secret, something he was terrified to let anyone know about. It was so crucial that he kept this to himself. It’s why you never see his phone, why if you ever walk up to him and he has headphones on, he rips them off and immediately turns his music off. You always thought it was because he was always so eager to spend time with you, to listen to you talk about your day or new gossip you heard about as you usually do with him. But this? This was completely different, you never thought THIS was why he was so secretive about his phone. 

You had been looking around for Luke all morning, going to all his usual haunts but came up empty handed each time. You even started asking around if anyone had seen him, some either told you to ask people you already had or told you he just hadn't been around. Honestly, to say you were worried was the understatement of the century. You had one last idea before giving up and you HOPED you were right about this. So without another word to Chris, who you were just about to ask if he’d seen Luke, you turn on your heel and run off in the other direction. 

As you run to your usual spot that Luke and you sneak off to sometimes, you can see his curly headed self bouncing around without a care in the world and… is he trying to sing right now? “Look at me, Look at me! 나를 바라봐 나를 바라봐” He sings out, sounding completely out of tune as his arms wave up and down at his sides, his thumbs out pointing to himself before swaying his hips and moving his right hand in a circular motion above his head… he’s singing and dancing in the middle of the forest and you thought he was in trouble? 

You let out a huge sigh of relief and watch as he stops dancing only to start up again with a new one. This dance is more demanding of body movements, his hips swaying with almost every move. You take notice of just how feminine the dances seem and let yourself watch as he indulges himself further into his music. “GIRLS GENERATION MAKE YOU FEEL THE HEAT!” He belts out, blissfully unaware of how loud he is, as well as the pair of eyes on him. Then he turns around and screams at the sight of you standing there, quickly pausing his music as he pulls his headphones off, letting them rest around his neck, “Um… How- How much of that did you see?”

“Enough,” You respond with a laugh and move closer to him, letting your hands fall from their place on your hips. Your eyes meet his, but he looks away quickly, finding the random patch of dandelions on the ground much more interesting than anything else, “So… you wanna tell me what that was?” You question, leaning closer to his face. 

He moves away, trying to hide his embarrassed expression and flushed face, “No.” 

“Okay Castellan,” You muse as your hands find their way to his hair, brushing it back and out of his face. You grimace at the feeling of his sweat and wipe it off on his shirt, “You were really into though, huh?” You tease him, lightly poking at his side.

“Don’t tease me!” You raise an eyebrow, but before you can speak he’s already talking again, “I just like the feeling of the dances, plus the footwork helps with my swordsmanship!”

You just nod your head but the look on your face makes it look as though you’re judging him. His face falls at your expression and he takes a seat on a rock nearby, his shoulders slumped and his eyes avoid contact with yours at all costs. “It’s cute,” You blurted out, not even realizing you said anything. “I mean this is your big secret isn’t it?”

“N-no comment,” His cheeks flush more and he finds himself fidgeting with his hands, wishing the ground beneath him would open up and swallow him whole. 

“What were you even listening to anyways?” Before the brunette could answer your question you’re already grabbing his headphones and putting them on, adjusting them to fit your head before hitting the play button on the back of them. The song that plays is something you would’ve never expected. The vocals are higher pitched but very feminine and the song overall sounds really… cutesy? You can’t help but look at him and crack a smile, a laugh slipping through your lips as the song keeps playing, “You… oh this is fucking GOLD.”

“YOU CAN’T TELL. Please, I'll do anything!”  He pleads, looking at you with his pretty brown eyes sparkling in a puppy begging way.

You shake your head and pause the song at the end, handing the headphones back to him, “I’m not gonna tell anyone, but I’m certainly not letting you live this moment down.” There’s a moment of silence where the awkward tension that was there dissipates and Luke finally raises head, his eyes meeting yours, “Who’s your favorite group?”

“Girls Generation,” He mumbles. “Who?” You tease, raising a hand to your ear like you need him to speak louder. 

“Girls Generation,” He repeats, louder this time, his face bright red. 

“Hmm, let me guess. Taeyeon? No! Seohyun? You probably liked that one movie she was in!” You continue to tease him, knowing that it’s not really that big of a deal. 

“What movie are you- LOVE AND LEASHES???” He looks at you like you’re crazy. 

“Oh so you DO know about that movie,” You raise a brow at him and you both start walking back towards camp. He stops responding, refusing to give you any more ammo, and the silence that hangs between you two is light and comfortable. As you two walk side by side you notice his hands fidgeting with themselves, “You know it’s not a bad thing, right? Like it’s not something you have to hide, it’s MUSIC. The kids in cabin 5 blast playboi carti for crying out loud.”

“Yeah but that’s accepted, I don’t think I want the whole camp to know I listen to fucking bubblegum kpop,” He mutters as he hands drop to his side, “Besides, I have a reputation to uphold! I can’t be seen liking Twice or Fromis_9.” 

You roll your eyes at him and stop in your tracks. He stops with you and gives you a confused look, “A reputation of what? Camp golden boy? I think the girl groups add character!” You laugh at yourself and shake your head, “Besides there’s bigger things you need to worry about.”

Luke’s face scrunches in confusion even more, “What are you talk-” You cut him off with a kiss, your hands cupping his face. His eyes widened and just as he was about to reciprocate you pulled away and ran off. “Gods I hate them sometimes,” He mutters to himself before running off after you.

a.n: sorry for the semi-shitty ending, i didn't know how to end it 😭 sorry if this whole thing is shitty, it was a split second thought that has consumed me for the past 2 days. Luke's favorite song is def Gee! I don't make the rules (i'm done yapping now)

[captainhawky88-blog]

first furry, it is not my kink but maybe yours?

[byberbunk2069]

And that was the most laid back traffic stop in that week.

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member almost gets taken advantage of by a staff ft SNSD's Tiffany as GF

A/N: Heyyy, I'm coming up with a lot of stuff for you guys so I can make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that my friend fullcatrebel who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: Hi I just want to request can you do where y/n is dating Tiffany from snsd(Tiffany is very protective of y/n) and the other member of snsd adore her(like a little sister)and one day when all of them were at the same workplace(including snsd) one of the staff tried to take advantage of y/n and she ran towards the all of the girls and they got angry and took care of it. Ps. I really love reading your book ❤️

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

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The bustling atmosphere of a shared work event between TWICE and Girls' Generation (SNSD) filled the air with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. Both groups, beloved and successful in their own right, were set to perform and collaborate for a special stage. Among the members, Y/N, the 10th member and youngest of TWICE, was in a unique position, for she was in a loving relationship with Tiffany, a member of SNSD.

Tiffany was known for her vibrant personality and a smile that could light up a room, but she also had a fiercely protective side when it came to Y/N. The other members of SNSD had come to adore Y/N as if she were their own little sister, and they had accepted her with open arms into their close-knit family.

Meanwhile, Y/N was equally cherished by her TWICE unnies, who saw her as a precious little sister and close friend. They knew about her relationship with Tiffany, and the whole group had become like an extended family.

As the preparations for the event went into full swing, TWICE's snowflake was busy with her rehearsals while Tiffany and the other SNSD members were in their own practice rooms. The maknae had been a constant presence throughout the preparations, and her talent, charm, and youthful energy had won her a special place in the hearts of both groups.

As the day of the event arrived, the venue buzzed with excitement. Fans from all over the world had gathered to see their favourite K-pop stars perform, and both TWICE and SNSD were ready to deliver a show to remember.

During a break in rehearsals, Y/N found herself backstage, looking for a quiet spot to relax. The bustling venue had been overwhelming, and she needed a moment of solitude to gather her thoughts. Unbeknownst to her, a staff member with sinister intentions had been lurking nearby, watching for an opportunity.

As Y/N moved further away from the stage, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. Before she could react, the staff member made an inappropriate advance, causing fear and panic to surge through her. She pushed the staff member away and ran, desperate to find safety.

The younger girl's heart raced as she sprinted through the backstage area. She was shaken, terrified, and tears blurred her vision. She needed to find her loved ones, her support system. She needed Tiffany, the SNSD members, and her TWICE unnies. They were like her family, and she knew they would protect her.

Meanwhile, Tiffany and the SNSD members had just finished their rehearsals when they heard a commotion backstage. They rushed to the source of the disturbance, hearts pounding with concern. When they turned the corner and saw Y/N running towards them, dishevelled and scared, their protective instincts kicked into high gear.

Tiffany - Baby! 

Tiffany exclaimed, rushing to her girlfriend's side. She wrapped her girl in a protective embrace, her expression a mixture of relief and fury. 

Tiffany - What happened, sweetheart? Are you okay?

Y/N clung to Tiffany, tears streaming down her face as she explained the horrifying encounter with the staff member. Tiffany's protective instinct flared even brighter as she looked over at her fellow SNSD members. Their expressions mirrored her own, the love and concern for Y/N evident in their eyes.

Tiffany turned to the staff member, her voice laced with fury. 

Tiffany - You! What do you think you're doing? *glares*

The staff member stammered, realizing that they were surrounded by a group of determined women who would not stand for any harm to come to their beloved Y/N. The members of SNSD were ready to take action, and they were known for their close bond and sisterly protection.

As the staff member stuttered an apology, Taeyeon, the leader of SNSD, stepped forward with a stern expression. 

Taeyeon - You should be ashamed of yourself. Don't ever let us catch you doing something like this again.

Yuri - You won't get off easy next time. We won't tolerate any harm coming to our Y/N. *scowls*

With a mixture of shame and fear, the staff member quickly retreated, leaving TWICE's youngest in the protective embrace of her girlfriend and her newfound family. As the initial shock began to subside, Y/N felt a sense of safety and comfort that only came from being surrounded by people who loved and cared for her.

Taeyeon wrapped her arms around the young girl, her voice filled with warmth. 

Taeyeon - You're safe now, Y/N. We won't let anything happen to you.

The other members of SNSD echoed their agreement, and Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support she had found within the group. She was like a little sister to them, and their protective instincts were unwavering.

Tiffany kissed Y/N's forehead and began to whisper. 

Tiffany - I'll always protect you, my Tinkerbell. You're the most important person in my life.

Y/N nodded, tears of gratitude still in her eyes.

Y/N - I love you, babe. I'm so lucky to have you and all of SNSD in my life.

Just as Y/N was beginning to feel a little calmer, a group of familiar faces appeared on the scene. It was her fellow TWICE members, who had been alerted to the incident by the stage crew.

Jihyo, TWICE's leader and Y/N's mama, was the first to reach her kid, her expression filled with concern. 

Jihyo - Angel, are you okay? We heard what happened.

Nayeon - We're here for you, sweet girl. We won't let anything happen to you.

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude as she saw the members of both groups standing together, ready to protect her. She turned to Tiffany, who was still holding her close, and whispered:

I love you all. I'm so lucky to have you in my life.

Momo, one of Y/N's fellow TWICE members, stepped forward and hugged her dongsang tightly.

Momo - We're like your big sisters, Y/N, and we'll always look out for you.

As the event continued, Y/N was never alone. She was constantly surrounded by the love and protection of both TWICE and SNSD, who had become her extended family. The incident had only served to strengthen their bonds, and Y/N knew that she would always be cherished and safeguarded by the people who had become her protectors and her family. And this made her have one thought:

I’ll love my dear chosen family forever.

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

[multiphandomunnies]

snsd

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s.o being cuddly

you proposing

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how they would wake you up

how they would treat their girlfriend

their gf wearing their clothing

gf making them breakfast

gf biting their neck

you want to adopt a cat

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bf having a wardrobe malfunction

you play pepero game with another idol

gf kisses them first

gf wants to play hide and seek

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s.o kisses them in front of the members

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taeyeon

hush

sorry?

(*M*) taeyeon kinks

for so long?

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craving you (*M*)

afterwards

christmas special

gf taeyeon

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you all right?

gf! taeyeon

sunny

soulmate au

tiffany

missing you

soulmate au

i’ll hold you

hyoyeon

falling for you

soulmate au

asking gf out

yuri

ashamed

yuri’s kinks (*M*)

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sooyoung

i was worried

soulmate au

yoona

gf! yuna

put it out

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ignore the rumors

find your own happiness

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seohyun

soulmate au

let me help

jessica

soulmate au

morning kisses

[not-your-teddy-bear]

Could you write a headcanon of going on a date with snsd tiffany? 😍 One good idea is that I'd love to imagine having ice cream with her

hi! hope this was what you were looking for! just a general reminder that i am no longer taking snsd requests, i’m just catching up on old ones!

date with tiffany; headcanon

gender neutral!reader x idol!tiffany, no warnings

✧.* how tiffany had managed to get you, her long-time crush, to pick her up from her apartment to take her on a date—which you had asked her on, mind you—was beyond her

✧.* but here you were, knocking on her door, roses in hand and looking better than ever

✧.* you drove her to a local diner you frequented

✧.* you thought it’d be a good date since the food was good and the atmosphere bright

✧.* as soon as you two slid into your booth, tiffany was immediately taken by the mini jukebox perched on your table

✧.* she ended up choosing one of the songs, which was echoed around the almost-empty diner

✧.* tiffany couldn’t help but smile when a waitress came up to take your guys’ order and you introduced her to the evidently familiar waitress

✧.* treating waitstaff well is a green flag

✧.* you both ordered the burger which the diner was known for, and a chocolate milkshake to split

✧.* although tiffany usually has a more refined taste, devouring a burger the size of her head with you in a small, empty diner is among the best dates she’s ever had

✧.* neither of you wanted to part ways afterwards, so you offered to get ice cream

✧.* “but we just had a milkshake,” she had said, to which you said, “can never have too much dessert”

✧.* you had chosen chocolate ice cream, and she had chosen cookies and cream

✧.* you both strolled through the park while eating your ice creams, enjoying the view and the taste

✧.* “do you want some?”

✧.* she had fed you a bit of hers and you did the same in turn

✧.* tiffany’s cheeks were pink, and you could’ve sworn she was blushing, but it was a cold day…

✧.* after finishing your ice creams, you drove her home and walked her to her door

✧.* “i had a really fun time today”

✧.* “me too”

✧.* “let’s do it again sometime”

✧.* “i’m free from now until forever”

[utilitycaster]

I really hate how people are making Laudna’s arc the past few episodes about Imogen and a ship. People saying “this is what happens when you separate them!!!! Laudna lost her tether!!!” It’s really annoying. I wish people would just let Laudna be Laudna without Imogen. She’s her own person dealing with her own trauma. She’s been so much more enjoyable without Imogen and having to fake a sunshine happy face and without having to shoulder Imogen’s burdens. I don’t know if I’m making sense but it’s just annoying me.

Yeah it's...unsurprising, again, coming from the "oh but Marisha doesn't really mean it when she says things that would conflict with my personal desires, obviously," crowd, but it's really a disservice to Laudna as a character.

As was stated in the moment, Laudna felt a sense of control that she had so often lacked - which, by implication, means she felt this way during her time with Imogen as well! And then she admits to Prism that this feels like a loss of control as well, and Prism encourages her to embrace her feelings of confusion and ambiguity, and says it might be healing to do so. She's right! It was, again, a standout moment for Laudna and frankly one of my favorite Marisha moments across all campaigns, for her to grapple with this idea that control and power are really complicated and not a binary concept.

It's just...truly remarkable to watch the difference in Laudna's demeanor with Ashton, Orym, and Prism over the past few episodes vs. how she's behaved with Imogen. There's no front. She's allowed to express herself in an equal exchange, or receive comfort, rather than nearly always being the one to give and to put on a happy face and reassure everyone that everything will work out. The problem with constantly saying that the worse thing that ever happened to her already happened is not that it's necessarily false, but rather that she hasn't allowed herself to openly feel bad about anything lesser.

I think Laudna is in a rough spot right now! Like, do I care about the cringefail specter of Delilah, no, but I do care that Laudna has reawakened something that has hurt and controlled her in the pursuit of trying to gain a sense of control against someone else who hurt her, and I'm excited to see how she processes it, because right now it's trauma no matter what she does. I think it's movement forward, but like...the only way out is through and she's uh, really going through it. I really hope that given this development, with their reunion, Laudna will no longer feel this self-imposed obligation to serve as Imogen's validation at the cost of her own emotional well-being. I hope they can be honest and work through their issues, rather than slipping into their old carefully buttoned-up walking-on-eggshells status quo.

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