#idk if it will get finished or even started but at least i have the concepts for all of em down 🫡

[daeholuvs]

“You’re Beautiful”

Cho Sangwoo x fem!reader

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Warnings: none idk? Age gap (legal) reader is in 20s sangwoo is in his 40s

Note: hey… so like this is just me fulfilling my fantasies so if you don’t like it feel free to scroll!!

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“Hey baby have you seen my t-“

Before your husband could finish his sentence you had already handed him his tie. That was the dynamic between you and Sangwoo, you both knew each other like the back of your hands, your actions becoming predictable to one another.

“You’re a lifesaver” he says as he gives you a loving kiss on the cheek

You continue getting ready, finalizing your makeup and touching up your hair. You slip into your beautiful floor length gown, the colour of the dress not only complements your skin tone but is matching Sangwoos tie. Something about you guys matching makes you feel fuzzy inside, it makes events like this feel more personal.

You make your way down to the driver that Sangwoo had hired. He’s a man with money, so why not treat you like a princess.

As you got closer to the gala you could feel your anxiety creeping up on you. You start to feel overwhelmed and your husband noticed as well.

“Y/n, my love, you have nothing to be worried about. You know all my colleagues from the office, and not to mention that they all love you”

You let out a sigh and turn to face Sangwoo. “It’s not that, it’s just all the women in the office look like super models”

“Sweetheart, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I could get lost in your beautiful eyes, your lips so perfect, so plump I could kiss them all day he says as he kisses you, oh and y/n that ass of yours just wow-“

“Sangwoo!” You say giggling and taking his hand in yours

“I’m just kidding, but I do love your ass just like I love everything about you” he says placing another kiss on your lips.

The car comes to a stop, you have arrived to the gala. You step out into the cool air

“Come on sweetheart, let’s go enjoy our night”

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The place was packed. There had to be at least 200 people there. You walk in side by side with Sangwoo. You look at the seating chart and go to your assigned table.

“There he is, Mr. Boss man accompanied by Mrs. Boss man” said Gi-hun, one of Sangwoos best friends from childhood and new work colleague.

“Give it a rest” Sangwoo chirps back, playfully punching Gi-Huns shoulder.

As the night goes on you become more and more bored. Not that you didn’t like attending these events with your husband, it’s just he’s been preoccupied by investors for majority of the night. You hear an exaggerated laugh, a women’s laugh. You peak up from your seat and notice an older woman clinging onto your husband like a leech. she must be around Sangwoos age.

You don’t even remember standing up but next thing you know you’re standing next to Sangwoo, grabbing onto his arm.

“Hey, who’s this?” You ask, a fake smile spread across your face as you stare at the woman in front of you.

“Oh y/n this is Seo-yun an interested investor, Seo-yun this is y/n, my-“

“Assistant! Oh it’s so nice that Mr. Cho takes you to these events, he must be an excellent boss. You don’t see many CEOs taking their assistants to fancy places like this”

“Uhm no actually I’m his wife” you say through gritted teeth, trying not to smack a bitch

“Oh my goodness, I’m so sorry I didn’t realize that you were his wife

What did she mean by that comment? That someone like you couldn’t be loved? That you weren’t good enough for Sangwoo? You felt a wave of sadness crash over you. Your whole demeanour shifts as you stand there awkwardly.

“Yes, we uh just got married last spring” he says clearing his throat trying to lighten the mood. He snakes a hand around your waist, tracing patterns to help reassure you.

“Oh… well congratulations” Seo-yun says as she walks away.

“Hey I think I’m gonna head out, but you stay and enjoy your night, please”

“No you know what, I’m coming with you”

“What? No this is supposed to be your night, stay and have some fun and-“

“Nope. Don’t do that, no one speaks to my wife that way and expects me to do business with them. I’m calling the driver now”. Sangwoo was fuming.

You couldn’t help but feel relieved that Sangwoo decided to go home with you. Although a little bit of guilt lingered in the back of your mind, making your husband leave his event, a night that creates new work opportunities you felt horrible. But Sangwoo always put your needs first, he loved you so much that he would probably sell his company just to put a smile on your face.

“The cars outside, let’s go honey”

“Mr. Cho why are you leaving”

“Mr. Cho we don’t get to talk yet”

“Mr. Cho if you could just spare a minute”

He ignored every single investor that tried to stop him on the way out. He promised his wife a great night, a night of fun, but unfortunately that didn’t go as planned. He felt furious. How could they mistake his precious wife, someone so beautiful, so kind, and so genuine as his assistant. He wished the world around you guys could be more mindful, as all he wanted to do was show you off.

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“Do you wanna talk about it?” Your husband asked, getting into bed

“No no it’s fine” you say quietly

“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry”

“Sangwoo you have nothing to be sorry about, it’s not your fault”

“C’mere” He says, patting your side of the bed and making grabby hands like a child

You couldn’t help but laugh as you climb into bed next to him. He pulls your body towards his, your head resting against his chest.

You both lay there for a while, just enjoying each other’s company. Until Sangwoo decides to break the silence.

“My pretty girl. I’m so sorry about tonight. he says and kisses the top of your head.

You nuzzle into his neck, breathing in his scent and leaving reassuring kisses. Sangwoo starts to play with your hair while whispering sweet nothings into your ear, occasionally nibbling on it.

“I never want you to feel like you’re anything less than perfect. You’re beautiful my angel. My perfect baby. The world doesn’t deserve you, you’re much too graceful”

“I love you so much sangwoo” you lean up to kiss him

“I love you more y/n. Get some rest, I’m taking you on a very special date tomorrow”

You fall asleep to the beating of your husband’s heart, excited for what he has planned for you guys tomorrow.

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Hey so… don’t judge me😃😃😃

[sillyteecup]

Like beach sand in your hands: Pt.1

Young!Roman Reigns x black!o.c

Warnings:

18+

Swearing/cursing

Toxicity

The audacity of a man

Suggestive content if you squint

Angst? Idk.

A.N: Again, so sorry for disappearing for months on end. Please accept this little two-part fic as an apology gift while I finish chapter 5 of The Wrong Way😭❤️

Flip the screen up.

Press the power button and check for texts.

Sigh in disappointment because there aren't any.

Chuck the phone to the other end of the bed.

Scream into the pillow as to not catch the attention of lowkey judgemental ftiends/housemates.

And that ladies and gentlemen is how you go about having feelings for an emotionally unavailable college football player named Joe.

Repeat for about an hour.

A wise woman once told Kari, "As long as the ball is oval shaped, that man is your worst nightmare." Oh how she regretted not listening to her twin's cautions. Again.

It wasn't that she didn't believe Mari, she just had a severe ineptitude for making good decisions. Maybe she had a pain kink that involved learning her lessons the hard way. That had to be why she kept doing dumb shit like falling for the manipulative, egotistical, womanizing defensive tackle for the college's football team.

An infatuation that would surely put her in the running for a "Georgia tech's dumbest bitch" award. Because who else would expect Joseph Anoa'i to at least commit to the bare minimum by picking her up for their date to the movies? Who else would expect Joseph Anoa'i to keep a promise that didn't involve football?

Two hours after he was supposed to pick her up, Kari was still sitting and hoping he'd at least show up to apologize for being an inconsiderate dick that lacks 3rd grade level communication skills.

I think too highly of this man.

Benefit of the doubt was Kari's favorite weapon against her own sanity. She had contemplated just blocking him and going to sleep (as she should have the first two times he pulled this shit) but for some reason decided against it. Dignity be damned, she was at least gonna get a word in by cussing him out for his behavior. Maybe she'd even throw something at him to drive the point home.

All she knew was that even though she was heartbroken, she was also majorly pissed off, and she would be damned if she didn't get to take it out on the cause.

Whatever that means...

Finally, her phone dinged with a text.

Leati: You still up? || 22:13

Kari's features tightened in a blend of disgust, confusion and frustration as she immediately read the text. This man had enough audacity to drain a waterfall. She bit her lip to stop herself from yelling while she typed furiously.

Kari Steiner: Like you give a damn what I'm doing🙄 || 22:14

3 dots appeared at the bottom of the screen indicating that he was typing before disappearing for a minute and appearing again. It carried on like this for about 3 minutes before it stopped all together. Kari's heart dropped. Was this man really about to ignore her now?

Hurt, she threw her phone for the umpteenth time that night and hurriedly changed out of her date outfit into her pajamas and headed to her bathroom. She began trying to wash her makeup off, holding back tears.

I did this to myself.

Why do I keep giving him second chances?

Why can't I just stop caring?

Why does he keep doing this to me?

Do I seem that desperate?

Dissatisfied at the pace of her makeup removal thoughts racing in her head took control of her hands, taking a light wash and turning it into an aggressive scrub. She grew more frantic as she began to cry audibly, starting at a sniffle before full on sobbing and collapsing onto the floor she had gotten wet.

Kari hated Joe. But not as much as she hated herself for letting him get to her like this time and time again. She hated herself for being weak against him; him and his handsome face and devilish charm. She hated how she let him have her screaming and crying while frantically clawing at her own skin on her bathroom floor.

So much for not disturbing her housemates.

As if the last thought had been projected through the apartment, a knock sounded on her bathroom door. Kari ignored the knock the first two times. The third time, it was accompanied by a voice.

"Kari open the door, it's me us," she heard Rohil, her friend and housemate say on the other side. Still though, Kari was in no mood to see or speak to anyone.

She swallowed her sobs and managed a firm, "Go away." Her cries returned to the soft sniffles as he twin's presence at her door reactivated her self-awareness. Sure, she had already been heard but how much Mari and their other housemate and friend Rohil, heard made all the difference to her.

"Ho, we are not going anywhere till you open this door and talk to us," Mari asserted, making Kari roll her eyes.

"Well, I don't feel like talking right now," Kari retorted, not moving from her place on the wet tiles.

A soft, muffled "hate when bitches think they have choices," from Mari made Kari glare at her sister through the door. She was in distress for Christ's sake. Heaven forbid a girl just wants to cry in peace.

Rohil spoke next, tone somewhat comforting in the beginning. "Kari, I understand that you don't feel like talking right now." But before Kari could thank him for taking her feelings into consideration, he continued to speak. "But we don't didn't feel like hearing our girl crying like she's in a Tyler Perry funeral scene," he said, voice still soft but with a tinge of humor. That made Kari smile a little.

"Racially motivated ho?" Kari said softly, in unison but contrasted by Mari's more sarcastic tone.

"I don't know about you Kari, but I smell "I hate black people" in that little joke," Mari said, making Kari chuckle a little.

"Oh my-I don't even know how to respond to that," Rohil groaned in playful exasperation.

"You don't have to pookie. But I do suggest you run because Kari is gonna open the door and then we're gonna jump you, right twin?" Mari called, making Kari slowly stand up and move towards the door.

"Right," she replied softly, voice still hoarse from the crying as she opened the door. Mari and Rohil stood by the frame, one holding the "emergency ice cream" and the other one holding the special "men are evil creatures" dessert dishes. They both set the items on the ground and engulfed Kari in a warm group hug.

"I hope that big headed, Minecraft built bitch gets struck by lighting," Mari whispered as she held on to her sister who snorted at the comment.

The moment, unfortunately was spoiled by Kari's phone ringing. The group broke the hug, Mari rushing to pick her phone up from the pink carpet and answer it.

"You better have a good fucking explanation you bootleg Bill Bellamy, Bart Simpson built, broke bitch," Mari hissed venomously, making Rohil and Kari snicker. One thing about Mari? She always had something nice for Joe.

"I don't give a fuck that you're outside Dollar tree Tom Brady, you're not coming anywhere my sister," Mari snarked. At her sister's words, Kari took the phone from Mari, ignoring her and Rohil's protests that she shouldn't be talking to him.

"What do you want Joe?" Kari asked him coldly. She was pissed, but she also wanted answers.

"Kari baby listen, I'm sorry, please just let me in so I can explain-" she heard him say, blasted from her body just from hearing his voice.

This was a terrible idea.

"Why? So you can look me in the eye will you try to bullshit your way out of being held accountable again? I think the fuck not," Kari said sternly. Although she really wanted to deck him square in the face, she wasn't sure she could trust herself to keep a physical interaction solely at violence.

She heard him sigh on the other side of the line, imagining his features falling in frustration when she wouldn't listen to him, and when she would su-

"Baby, please. Please just let me explain myself. I promise to be completely honest. Just let me in sweetheart, and I'll make it better I swear," he pleaded, chipping at the last few pieces of Kari's resolve.

She stayed silent for a second. Pondering her next decision. She could make the smart choice by telling him to fuck off and die before blocking him, or she could let him in, get an explanation, then tell him to fuck off and die before blocking him.

She knew that the second option was down right stupid and that Mari and Rohil would not be happy about it. But then she remembered that they've actually done worse than her in similar situations.

And so her decision was made. She would kill 2 birds with one stone.

Almost as if reading her mind, Mari shook her head aggressively, gesturing for Kari to hang up. To which Kari responded with a regretful sigh before opening her mouth to speak, causing Mari to throw her hands up in defeat while Rohil watched the silent interaction. He would never be disturbed by house easily they could communicate just by looking at each other or some other shit.

"Fine. But you better have a really good fucking explanation-"

[nextstopwonderland]

(I put an abridged version of this untagged on my blog but honestly i need to give it a longer tagged write-up)

So Yuta saw this side of my sign before his match against Willie Mack at the Oakland Collision:

while he was looking at the hard cam (which is where I was front row with @sonnykissed) and yelled “he’s DEAD he’s DEAD” right at me to which I think I cursed my head off at him idk I go into automatic when it comes to Bryan and slander and also Yuta being a shit post-murder.

(Watching it back now here’s what the camera caught: here’s the tail-end of him yelling ‘DEAD’ while I point at him and wave the sign and say ‘fuck you!’ I’m pretty sure 🤣)

So I’m randomly waving the sign during the match at times while also trying to update y’all on things

He does I have till 5 which I mostly miss and then once again curse him the fuck out (while apparently Nigel on comm also calls him out for it and also for Bryan ( thanks for that info @shes-a-voodoo-child)

When I listened back Nigel said “people questioned Yuta, I questioned Yuta when Moxley forced him to do what he did to Bryan Danielson” and then “I have till 5 an oft repeated phrase from the American Dragon Bryan Danielson, again Wheeler Yuta reveling on the fact that he was the one that caused the end Bryan Danielson’s career, at least for the time being.” AT LEAST FOR THE TIME BEING. do you miss your dragon Nigel? Do you know something? Are you gonna visit him in Napa while he’s on child and chicken duty before Sacramento and plot a revolution return? (A girl can dream okay)

So then Mox comes. I try to get him to see my sign but he doesn’t. He tries to brainwash Yuta into “finishing the job” and I yell over and over “don’t do it don’t do” (at that point we didn’t know he was telling him to take out cope on weds we thought he just wanted him to take out Mack which also happened) I can definitely hear myself screaming in the clip although none of the words are clear I’m sure I’m sure I’m booing and calling him a piece of shit among other things

But then I watch him in the ring stroke that briefcase, like lovingly stroke it and I see emotion on his face, real emotion and I’m like oh shit, What’s happening here? An Actual Yuta conflicted character arc after so long with legit nothing?

And my first thought as he stroked that briefcase that way was what was inside it. And the last time he ever saw what was inside it. And who was wearing it. And who it belonged to.

And I know for sure he was thinking of it, too. In fact it was pointed out to me by @extracurriculargrief that the last time he ever even touched the belt was this moment:

Was that going through his head?

So he’s leaving the ring and I’m still kinda pissed at him for doing mox’s dirty work even while realizing he could now be Going Through It and I start screaming “THINK ABOUT IT YUTA!!” while waving the still missing Bryan Danielson part of my sign. The same part he dismissed to me earlier.

(Apparently I can be seen on camera yelling at him on the fite feed. I have not been able to find the fite feed yet.)

And he’s standing by the ring post and turns to look at me while I repeat it over and over and he is staring at me, staring at the sign, solemn and serious and I can see his eyes because he moved his hair during that whole emotional moment and he says to me “I will. I will. I will” while nodding and still clutching that briefcase to his chest, still totally and fully in character.

And I nod to him and I think I smile a small sad smile, just completely overcome, and then I collapsed into @sonnykissed because that emotionally drained me and YEAH folks

Never expected to contribute to the death riders storyline (especially when I’d all but given up on them actually continuing the Yuta part of it in terms of Bryan) but here we are

Here we are. I have no idea what will happen here:

I’m going to the sacramento show and I was already planning to bring the same sign (but to update the days) but now I’m pretty sure I’m also going to update it with words coming out of the sad dragon’s mouth. He’ll be saying “think about it Yuta.”

[welcometogrouchland]

[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post

[amogus-real-not-clickbait]

part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[pikhachu]

pepito…..

[kaiserouo]

can i get on his shoulder if im being annoying enough

[noxious-fennec]

It's pomegranate season :)

A redraw of this piece from around a year ago

[cerbreus]

meeting w the transfer admin went well!

[kitsune-kaos]

Finally finished Attack on Titan. My God. Just. Wow.

[mistninja]

Feeling very "fitz-core" right now (spiraling)

[itsalwaysdark]

i think itis funny in the past when i would list my interests as if i post abt them i donot post abt the shit im into rly Mainly bc im not rly Into Into anything anymore i occasionally watch or read or play something but i dont do fandom stuff rly much.... just sometimes i get brainworms

[skrunksthatwunk]

household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight

[apprenticestanheight]

being a slow crocheter is like. okay. one cardigan will take me at least sixty hours of work, and I might have to learn how to do flat granny stitching for the sleeves to avoid making more granny squares, but I'll have something cute to wear when all is said and done??

and then that eventually spirals into "Okay but I need to learn how to make tank tops so that I can make one to match the cardigan, and then I also hope I have enough left of my purple yarn so that I can make the waistband for a pair of shorts bc I want to have a whole set for when it gets warm!!" even though it's already warm and I might just be devoting literal hours of work into all of this for the next ten days so that I can have this entire thing done by June 1st

[shiinsei]

finally sitting down to study japanese again after the big fail that was the jlpt n4 exam

[orcelito]

i miss akechi goro so much. maybe even enough to finally finish that ladue chapter 3