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the-tarot-witch22 · 5 months ago

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How you can love yourself more? - Pick a pile

Pile 1/ Pile 2/ Pile 3

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Hello everyone ! This is my another pick a pile or pac reading so please be kind and leave comment or reblog, and let me know if it resonated with you!

Note : This is a general reading or collective reading. It may or may not resonate with you. Please take what resonates and leave what doesn't. And it's totally okay if our energies aren't aligned!

How to pick : Take a deep breath and choose a pile which you feel most connected to! You can choose more than one pile, it just means both pile have messages for you!

I worked really hard on this pile please show some love by leaving comments, likes and reblogs!

Pile 1:

(The cards I got for you - 10 of pentacles, Strength and the moon)

Okay so the very first thing I heard and feel is that you guys need to embrace your true self and leave people pleasing behind, like show who you are to world, if they don't accept it or you, then they are not for you! Your guides were also being like there are things or some lessons that they needs to go on their own, we can give them strength for the same, but what lessons they take it from it, its up to them. I also heard this group might use some self pampering, or self positive affirmation this group might at times worry a lot, I also feel this whoever chose this pile is quite spiritual, or have spiritual powers but some are just not awaken yet, I also feel this group is quite strong, they have gone through numerous things, they just need to accept they are worthy of it ALSO I am hearing stop with letting people who do bare minimum, stop putting them on pedestal, again with knowing self worth, I also FEEL for few of you could have had toxic patterns, friendships or relationships, which left you broken, and what I am hearing is, they made you who you are now, so embrace that part of you, and forgive yourself. You can also love yourself by indulging in activities which gives you pleasure! LIKE yes. this group feel quite rational, the zodiac signs I am getting for this group is air signs, especially Gemini sun/moon/rising, earth signs Capricorn and Virgo. I am also getting that let loose don't control the outcome, go with the flow, live day by day. For some of you I am getting, take proper care of your skin, don't chew on lips, and pick on acne scars. This was so specific and had to write it out for you, I also feel do things which scares you no matter the outcome, just go for it~

That's all pile 1, your pile had such sweet messages and I love it for you guys, love yourself and be you!

Pile 2:

(The cards I got for you - 4 of wands, wheel of fortune, 9 of swords and the 7 of pentacles)

Okay so the very first thing I feel and hear is you won't be unproductive if you take your time off, and have a gap in school year, job or anything related to career, so stop with being so harsh on yourself, I also feel this pile can love themselves more by being on their own, rather than forcing themselves to be with people who aren't meant for them, or they feel they can't quite fit in, I also feel some of you from this pile have to go out of comfort zone, in order to enjoy or love themselves, by not caring what people think of you or for you. I also feel you can love yourself by gifting yourself things you like, if they are out of budget then save for it, it will bring you immense pleasure. I also feel you can love yourself by enjoying and celebrating small moments in your life, or win, you passed your grade? gift yourself something even a small treat, you got a job? you got work done? gift yourself something, not gonna lie, this group is quite materialistic lol, not ALL of you, but SOME of you! hehe, but its not a bad thing at all~ I also feel you should embrace your uniqueness, this group might have body image or self esteem issues, and it makes sense the message i got for not caring what think of you, even if you embarrass yourself remember , no one remembers, be compassionate with yourself, treat yourself the way, you treat others, with kindness, you deserve it, I also feel this group might have a hobby of reading so get back into it or continue doing it, because its a form of self love for you, I also feel, this pile works really hard, so guys? take it easy you will get rewards soon, and don't doom scroll at night take proper sleep at least 7-8 hours! Take care of yourself and keep yourself hydrated! This group zodiac signs is earth signs and fire signs especially virgo energy and sagittarus!

That's all pile 2, you guys need to beeeelieve in yourself! You got this!

Pile 3:

(The cards I got for you - knight of cups, page of cups, and the queen of wands)

Okay so the very first thing i sense from this group is you are emotional too emotional and sometimes you let it affect your decisions (not a bad things) but sometimes, when someone step all over you, you need to show who you are! LIKE A BAD ASS PERSON, hehe, Don't let anyone make you think otherwise and look down on you, I feel this group might have had a friend breakup perhaps? which changed you, random. anyways! Let's start, I feel you guys can love yourself more by travelling, by going on random places, even if its close to your place, it might give you a sort of joy, many of you could be here a sort of beach person, or have water signs, Scorpio, cancer, and Pisces, I also feel you need to let your creativity flow, some of you could be quite artistic here, like very creative or might have sort of nice voice? embrace that. I do feel you have it all but at time when you lose it don't let your emotions guide you, but think from rationality or logical side, it will do you good, I also feel, very random but i think or feel some of you here likes to bake?? anyhow! I feel you can love yourself by journaling, meditating, to clam yourself, by spending time with loved ones, I also feel once you start being more confident and love the way you're, accept yourself, work on your flaws it would be you entering your divine era of power, I also got the message, "that you guys are doing great in your life", even if you think you're not i see you guys thriving. You guys can love yourself by a spa session or a cool bath like do what you gotta do baby!, I also feel you should spend time with animals care for them, it will be beneficial for you!

That's all pile 3! You just need to see yourself that you're the most beautiful and amazing person <3, keep going babies~

Thank you for stopping by! Take care and remember you are loved <3

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damnfeelings09 · 3 months ago

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Animals AU - Shadow's version

A.N: Hello! Chapter 1 is finally here and I'm really proud of it. I decided to use the inspo from the video I posted days ago and this is what I got. I'm planning around 10 chapters for this one. Also RED PARTS ARE STALKER THOUGHTS, and GREEN ARE YOURS. With that I'm out and don't forget to lock your windows at night, he might be watching.

NFSW: blood, stalking, fear, weapons, fighting, bad lenguage, smut. +18

“Baby I'm preying on you tonight

Hunt you down eat you alive

Just like animals…”

“So... you got a boyfriend?” said the voice on the other side of the phone. You had no idea who you were talking to. Stupid? Probably. Exciting? Hell yes!

“Why? You wanna ask me out on a date?” you asked in the most captivating tone possible.

“Maybe…” he said, a smug, seductive smile forming on his face. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No.”

“You never told me your name.”

“Why you wanna know my name?” you laughed. This conversation had been the most interesting part of your week. You had no idea who you were talking to; it was a stranger. An unknown number, written on the front page of the psychiatry book you had checked out from the library, along with a note that said, "Call here to have fun." Too tempting not to try. You were in your last year, your grades were perfect, and you had been accepted for an internship at the GUN Hospital next year. Everything was going grat, a little fun couldn’t hurt, right? Mailo had tried to convince you that it was a bad idea to call, but in the end, your curiosity won over your good judgment. The first time the call came in, you hung up after a second. Scared, your heart racing, before you could do anything else, the incoming call screen appeared. Soon, you found yourself trapped in his deep voice. Damn, anyone with that voice had to be fucking hot, and if not, you could always close your eyes and listen to his voice until you came.

“I wanna know who am I looking at” You froze, cold sweat dripping down your neck. Quickly getting up from the bed, you looked out the window. Outside, darkness reigned, only the trees and the other side of the sidewalk were barely visible. It was impossible, but when your skin tingled, you knew it was real—there was someone out there. He was out there, watching you. You heard laughter coming from the phone and immediately hung up. With your heart racing, you ran through the house, making sure all the doors and windows were shut, all alarms and lights on. Going back to your room, you locked yourself in the bathroom. This would be a long night.

The alarm woke you up, sore and with a swollen face from the bad night, you got ready for the day. You hated Mondays, but this Monday, in particular, was terrible. You hadn’t slept at all and had hidden like a coward in your bathtub. You had allowed the psycho phone man to gain power over you, and even more, secretly, you’d enjoyed it.

“Someone didn't have a good night,” said Mailo as you both were walking down the main hallway.

“I slept in the tub” you mentioned as you craned your neck to the side trying to find that sweet spot that would make your vertebrae settle or end your life, whichever came first.

“Ouch why?”

“Ah...” You couldn't tell him what had happened. You'd be branded stupid, and scolded by your best friend, it would be a humiliating “Let a friend crash last night” you lied.

“Which friend bunny? The imaginary one?” you heard as he laughed at you walking into the gym, slamming the door in your face. Stupid, sexy Shadow.

“Fuck you sombrita” You abhorred the day your paths had crossed. 2 years ago Shadow had arrived, with a glowing recommendation letter from Commander Maisland they let him enroll in any course he wanted because he would be “the salvation of the world”. Yeah right, that moron couldn't save anyone.

According to gossip, he had been on the resistance team back in Angel’s Island. Surprising to many, even to you until you met him. You were coming back from vacation, in a hurry to get to your anatomy class, you missed breakfast and had to run from the parking lot to the classroom in less than 10 minutes. When you arrived you sat next to Mailo, but during the whole class you could not pay attention, the class was too boring and your attention could not focus on the vascularization of the femur. You settled into your seat and taking advantage of the fact that the light was off, you closed your eyes, heading for dreamland. A hand wrapped around your hair pushing you, causing you to knock onto the table and woke up. You turned around, behind you was a hedgehog with jet black fur and red tips, looking at you with amusement, covering his mouth to keep from laughing.

“You have something on your forehead,” he said, letting out a laugh. You raised your hand and took your pencil; it had stuck to your forehead after the blow you had given against the table. That day you had earned a scolding, an extra job and an enemy.

Shadow was a bastard, with airs and graces. Taunting you whenever he could, pissing you off and competing with you every chance he got. It wasn't like there was much of a chance, he was the ultimate lifeform, at least that was what every professor called him. You hated the moment you found out you would be together once again. The self-defense and advanced martial arts class had run out of instructors, so they had put the two groups together and now you were forced to see him 3 times a week. “It will only be 6 months” you said to yourself as you and Mailo walked in.

Your group consisted of 12 people. 7 for self-defense L1, including you, Mailo, Grant, Susane, Alissa, Roger, and Dalia. The other 5 were supposed to be from advanced martial arts. The instructor, Agent Rios, called them to the center of the gym where the mats were. Quickly, you took off your shoes and tied your hair in a high ponytail. "Listen up, the university doesn’t have the budget to hire more instructors, so I’ll be teaching both levels. However, you’re not the only groups I have, and to make things easier for me, I’ve decided to pair one advanced person with the level 1s. I’ll call out your names and you’ll pair up with your partner on one of the mats, then I’ll tell you what we’ll do next."

"Oh hell no…," you thought. “Alissa and Rene, Roger and Rouge, Dalia and Ivana.” "Hello, God? It’s me again. I know I haven’t been very good, and I really don’t care what you think, but please, don’t let me..." You begged. You really didn’t want to be with him. Anyone but him.

“Susane and Richard, Miss Moon and Shadow, Mailo with me. Alright, that’s everyone. Now, pair up and start warming up. I’ll be back in 10 minutes."

“Excuse me, professor, is there a possibility of changing my partner?" you said, walking behind him. "It’s just that Mailo and I…” “Listen Miss Moon, I saw you last semester. You’re terrible and have no strength. That hedgehog is your best option if you want to pass the year, now if you excuse me" Agent Rios walked past you. Now you had no other choice but to try. The self-defense class was mandatory for all students, even if you weren’t planning to pursue a career in the battlefield there was no getting out of it.

“Great, now I’ll have to worry about two psychos.” You thought as you walked back to the mat where Shadow was waiting for you.

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sl-vega · 1 month ago

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SWEET N’ SOUR ! - a scaramouche celebrity smau

˚୨୧⋆｡ synopsis: the bright lights of fame and fortune aren’t for everyone, and you’re starting to think you’re part of that majority. You just can’t seem to catch a break! Every movie you’re in goes straight to DVD, every album you drop just barely gets any streams. From child star to sub par popstar, it seems clear that the world has some kind of vendetta against you and you love to blame it on a certain rising musical sensation; Scaramouche. Thanks to your godforsaken luck you happened to go out with the wrong guy at the wrong time because he just so happened to be Scaramouche’s ex, next thing you know you wake up to truck loads of death threats, your record label dropping you, AND a whole album labelling you as the ‘other woman’! After what seemed like a never ending onslaught of straight bullying and harassment, you had long since retreated from the limelight, the only thing left from your music career being ever so occasional covers on YouTube that only your few close friends watched religiously. However, after writing a heartfelt original piece and uploading it from your humble bedroom, it goes viral! A single song has thrusted you head first into stardom once more, and face to face with the person you ruined it for you.

genre: rivals to lovers, enemies to lovers, enemies/rivals to friends (?) to lovers, celebrity smau, singer smau, social media au, modern au, gn! reader

warnings: cursing, kms/kys jokes, mentions of death threats, brief slut shaming, just parasocial fans and weird behaviour towards celebs in general (much like irl unfortunately), photos are used as placeholders and are not meant to depict reader's appearance

status: ongoing!

side ships: lumine x ayaka, beidou x ningguang, kokomi x gorou

additional notes:

so um, THIS smau will get consistent updates trust me this time (no click bait)

i actually had to physically restrain myself from posting this the second I made it, so by the time the masterlist is out i'll probably have most of the first act planned out/maybe even fully planned out

inspired by the sabrina carpenter and olivia rodrigo drama!

^^ not a one to one creation ofc I obviously took some creative liberties

i'm aware this isn't really a trending topic anymore, but I thought it would make a damn good fic!

taglist is open! comment/ask to be tagged!

[🍬] means the chapter contains written content!

PLEASE let me know if I can use your username as a fan, the main reason I can't mass produce chapters is cuz I need fan names T^T

dividers by @nicodefresas and @aquazero

-> OPENING ACT

TEASER 001 // TEASER 002 // PROLOGUE

˚୨୧⋆｡ STARRING:

0.1; winx club on crack // 0.2; d1 y/n haters

ACT ONE; that's that me espresso!

01; it's brutal out here // 02; caffeine high // 03; hot cacao in hotter weather - [🍬] // 04; have you ever tried this one? // 05; you'll just have to taste me // 06; in my good graces - [🍬] // 07; bleeding me dry like a vampire // 08; not in my time zone but you wanna be // 09; it's been a cruel summer - [🍬] // 10; good 4 u // 11; dancing with the stars - [🍬] // 12; two steps back // 13; twiddling my thumbs // 14; looking at me - [🍬] // 15; in another life - [🍬] // 16; on air! // 17; don't just stand there staring honey - [🍬] // 18; floatin' through the memories // 19; short and sweet - [🍬] // 20; maybe we could've been friends

ACT TWO; girl, so confusing

21; - // 22; - // 23; - // [TBA]

ACT THREE; i'm so obsessed with your ex

[TBA]

ACT FOUR; you make me wanna make you fall in love

[TBA]

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jiraisupportgroup · 8 months ago

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♡ Hair Care Tips for Hard Times ♡

Hair care is hard! Especially now that "clean girl" and similar things are super popular, everyone seems to have a 10+ step hair care routine and that is exhausting (/hyp).

Don't be afraid to have a basic routine! There is absolutely no shame in skipping extras like leave-in conditioner or oils, depending on your hair type you honestly might not even need them.

This post is mostly aimed towards bare basic "I cannot get myself into the shower but need to take care of my hair" tips for maintaining hair outside of the shower. Because of this (even though I just said skip all the extras), it does talk about leave-in conditioners, oils, etc, but mostly as an outside-of-the-shower alternative to conditioners, or as a way to freshen up in between showers.

On another note: I tried to add additional tips for textured hair because I know care can be very different. I spent a lot of time poking around Reddit for more tips, but if I worded anything incorrectly, or if you have more tips that you use, let me know! I'd love to edit or add to this with more tips you guys have!

♡ Greasy or in need of refreshing ♡

⟡ If you're feeling a bit more motivated, but not prepared to take a full shower, try washing your hair while sitting down in the shower or on the edge of the tub. Forget about leave-in conditioners, oils, etc, just do the basic shampoo -> conditioner -> done. Make it as easy for yourself as possible. If you need to use a 2-in-1 shampoo/conditioner combination, do it! They aren't the best for your hair, but if it makes the process easier for you, do it. Anything worth doing is worth doing poorly, do whatever you can to make it easier for yourself to get it done.

⟡ For some people, washing your hair in the sink works well since you don't have to worry about the rest of your body getting wet, and you can leave your clothes on. I recommend putting a towel over your shoulders and using a larger sink if possible (I have most definitely washed my hair in the kitchen sink before).

⟡ If you have thicker or more textured hair, the washing process can be exhausting sometimes. Sometimes running cool or lukewarm water through your hair just to wash off your scalp, then applying a light oil or leave-in conditioner to the ends to keep them hydrated can help freshen up without taking up too much of your day.

⟡ Dry shampoo is your best friend. You can use store-bought aerosols, or sprinkle cornstarch or baby powder onto your scalp, let it sit for a few minutes, then brush out the excess or if your hair is thicker you can shake it out over a bathtub to get the extra out. With thicker or more textured hair it can help to part your hair into sections so it can get to your scalp more easily.

⟡ Wetting and running your fingers through your hair just to fluff it up or break it up can help with upkeep, especially if you don't have the energy for (or your hair doesn't do well with) brushing it out.

♡ Dry or tangling easily ♡

⟡ If your hair is really dry at the ends (sometimes dry shampoo can dry out your hair a little too well), you can use a leave-in conditioner, or a little bit of an oil like jojoba oil or coconut oil to bring some moisture back into it. I recommend getting your hair a little bit wet for this, or diluting the oil with water and spraying it on your hair for better absorption. This can also help with keeping your hair pattern better, if you have wavy hair it can lose it's bounce if it's too dry, if you have textured hair it can lose it's fluff or be hard to style if it dries out, don't be afraid to oil those ends!

⟡ Oils or conditioners can also help prevent hair from tangling as easily. Dry or damaged hair can tangle much easier than moisturized hair, so keeping it a little oily can help prevent really bad tangling.

⟡ Be careful with straighteners! Depending on your hair type straightening it can make it a bit easier to maintain, but it can dry your hair out soooo much, especially if it is already damaged. Use a low setting and try to put just a little oil in the ends to keep them from tangling.

⟡ NOTE: When I say a little oil I mean a little. Like a teeny tiny bit, the least you can get away with using. This depends on your hair type, but especially if you have thinner hair you don't want to get into a cycle where you use dry shampoo because it's greasy and then you use too much oil and it gets greasy again. This is something you'll feel out as time goes on.

♡ Hairstyles or hiding ♡

⟡ Using bonnets or wrapping your hair in an old t-shirt while you sleep can help keep it from getting too tangled, losing texture, breaking, or losing moisture. It also helps keep your hair out of your way and off of your mind for a while.

⟡ For thinner hair, consider putting it into a ponytail or braid if it is long enough to keep it all together and out of your way. Try not to tie it too tightly, and stay away from those little rubber band-type holders if you can, using a thicker hair tie will help keep your hair from getting stuck in it, and will make it easier to take it down in the future. Try to take it down and put it back up if it starts getting tangled, I usually aim for about once a day if I can but I've definitely left my hair in braids for 4 days at a time before taking it out and re-doing it.

⟡ For thicker hair or more textured hair you have a few more options. Ponytails and buns work great, or you might consider braids or twists just to keep maintenance a bit lower for a while. This can be a lengthy process so ask friends or family for help! You also don't have to do it all at one time. Depending on what style you're doing you may be able to pull it up and wrap it with a scarf when you go out, or if you're braiding it sometimes you can wrap the braids you have done around the unbraided part to make a little braid bun situation.

⟡ If you're not feeling up to putting it up like that, or you want to just wrap it up and not think about it, things like headbands, scarves, beanies, hats, etc are great options. When I shaved my head I would wear beanies 24/7 and I didn't worry about hair maintenance until it was about shoulder length again because I just didn't know what to do with it T_T. But! No one even knew that I didn't brush it for like 6 months (I also was very grunge at the time so it fit the theme).

♡ Tackling matted hair ♡

⟡ If your hair is badly tangled but not quite matted, use a detangling spray, let it sit for a few minutes, then go in with a wide tooth comb first to break up the hair, then a thinner brush (like a wet brush) to continue brushing. Start from the ends and work up, hold the hair above where you’re brushing to avoid pulling on your scalp, and apply more spray as needed. Do this in a comfortable place like the couch or your bed, and have something to entertain yourself during this process like a movie or music or YouTube video, whatever you can do to make this process as bearable and comfortable as possible.

⟡ If your hair is matted (thick hard chunks of hair) it’s a bit more of a process. Do not panic, do not beat yourself up, it happens, it’s okay. It’s honestly more common than you would think, especially in people with depression or fatigue. Start with wetting the hair, do not try to use shampoo or wash it, just get it wet, then slather it with either a deep conditioning conditioner or a hair mask mixed with an oil like jojoba oil or coconut oil (or mineral oil surprisingly enough; works well for detangling but it can be kind of hard to get out of the hair afterward), and a little bit of apple cider vinegar. Let it sit for about 30 minutes, you want to give your hair time to soak up all the moisture it can. Take your hands and break apart the larger chunks into sections, if this causes tearing or hurts, leave that section alone and move on to another section or brushing. Take a hard brush (like a wet brush or a tangle teezer - really just don’t use a bristle brush) and start from the bottom. It can be hard to tell where the bottom of a mat is, just start from whatever part of it is furthest away from your scalp. During this process a lot of hair will come out, most of this is hair that has already fallen out and is trapped inside of the mat, don’t worry, you’re not balding or ripping your hair out. Apply more oils as needed, break the larger chunks into smaller ones when you can, and have patience! This is a lengthy and frustrating process, it might even feel like you’re not getting anywhere at times but I promise with time you will get there. You don’t have to do this all in one session either. If you can break it into smaller mats, just focus on one of the chunks at a time & go from there. If you can, ask for help! Friends or family, anyone who is willing to hang out and watch movies and brush your hair for a while, it is so much easier with just a little help. You might be surprised at who is willing to help you out (like one of my coworkers recently came over to help me clean my apartment and I really didn't expect her to, it was super nice! No shame in asking, the worst that will happen is they'll say no or they're busy, don't sweat it!)

Thank you for reading ~

Hopefully, some of these tips can help out! Don't forget that you're not alone! I sit writing this with hair that hasn't been properly washed in about 2 weeks so fear not! You're not gross or lazy or anything like that, sometimes it's just hard!

If you have any additional tips or edits feel free to message me or pop them in the comments below!

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glowettee · 2 months ago

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the feminine urge to be that student effortlessly ✧˖°

there’s something undeniably magnetic about that student. the one who always has her life together; notes perfectly highlighted, grades effortlessly high, coffee in one hand, an annotated novel in the other. she’s the girl who glides through hallways with a quiet confidence, always prepared, always composed, always one step ahead. but the truth is… she doesn’t just wake up like this. she became her.

if you’ve ever looked at an aesthetic studyblr post and thought, i wish that were me, it already can be. being that student isn’t about obsessing over perfection, it’s about creating systems that make success effortless. and when you master that? discipline doesn’t feel like a struggle. it feels natural.

being that student sometimes is subjective, so take this post with a grain of salt, don't change yourself, but become the better version of yourself. this post is to give you some tips that i personally use to become "that student". academics is so important to me, and it always has been. i've always shoot for the highest, and honestly? even though i sometimes feel like "i hate studying" or "i don't want to go to school". i never succumb to it, i have a gravitation towards studying, and good grades. academics is not just about grades, but learning skills to improve your life, your career, relationships and don't forget, your brain! so please try to see school and academics as improving yourself, not just about using grades to define who you are. - mindy

☁️ how to become that student effortlessly:

✧ romanticize your study sessions – make your desk a space you want to be in. light a candle. play soft classical music. use a pen that glides smoothly. let studying feel like self-care, not a chore. pretend your rory gilmore, or even paris geller.

✧ develop signature study rituals – always start with a cup of tea/coffee/matcha/ANY DRINK, a five-minute review, or a fresh page in your notebook. habits make it easier to start, and starting is half the battle.

✧ master ‘bare minimum’ studying – not every study session has to be two hours long. learn how to get the most out of 10-15 minutes. review flashcards while waiting for your coffee, summarize a chapter in the notes app before bed, listen to an audiobook while getting ready.

✧ have a ‘default’ study outfit – cozy but polished. a chunky sweater, soft leggings, blue-light glasses, a sleek ponytail. when you dress like the kind of student you admire, you become her.

✧ use strategic aesthetic motivation – pinterest boards, beautifully organized notion pages, a soft academia playlist, these are not distractions, they’re tools. use them. let the aesthetic inspire action, not replace it.

✧ learn in layers – don’t cram. absorb knowledge naturally throughout the day. read your notes over breakfast. explain concepts in the shower. let studying weave into your routine like second nature.

✧ stop glorifying stress – good students don’t burn out. they rest, recharge, and protect their mental clarity. discipline is not exhaustion, it's balance.

☁️ mindy’s personal tips for being effortlessly studious:

✧ “the 2-minute review” – every night, spend two minutes looking over what you learned that day. your brain loves repetition. what feels hard today will feel effortless in a week.

✧ “the open book trick” – leave your study materials open on your desk, bed, or counter. you’re 10x more likely to glance at them if they’re already in front of you.

✧ “library aura” – if you struggle with focus, go to a place that forces you to be productive. a coffee shop, a library, even just a quiet corner of your room with your phone in another area. change your environment to change your mindset. i personally love studying during eating brunch and drinking frappes with my friends at starbucks <3

✧ “study like a writer” – instead of just passively reading notes, rewrite them in your own words. like you're explaining them in a diary or a letter. it makes the information stick. tip: one study method i loved using when i took ap art history, was writing an essay on each individual artwork, even if it was just 200 words long, i was able to write it in my words, it's another method based on active recall. it helped me so much, and i ended up getting a 5 on the ap exam thanks to this amazing method <3

✧ “live like a student you admire” – every day, ask yourself: what would the best version of me do? would she scroll mindlessly for an hour, or would she review her flashcards? would she procrastinate, or would she get started now? act accordingly.

☁️ the truth? being that student isn’t about talent. it’s about mindset. show up for yourself. build effortless habits. make learning part of who you are. and soon enough? you won’t just look like that student. you’ll be her.

xoxo mindy

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romypearl · 1 year ago

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The Queen's Pawn - Regina George/Oblivious!Reader

Summary: Everyone is interested and obsessed with Regina George, after all, she is the queen of the North Shore, so why does Y/N barely look at her? The new student, oblivious to her existence, intrigues and irritates the blonde at the same time. And she doesn't know how to deal with it.

Classification: Fluff

Warnings: None, for now

Word count: +1400

Unrevised

She's boring.

Very annoying.

A total waste of time.

Sometimes seems to live on Mars.

And Regina George doesn't know why she wants to get her attention so badly.

When their gazes met a few weeks earlier in the cafeteria and Y/N greeted her as if she were any other human, well, the blonde has to admit that she felt her stomach lurch into an unfamiliar sensation and all the air being knocked out of her lungs. She had never seen her in North Shore, nor in the city, and it was annoyingly difficult to discreetly find out anything about the new student, after all, she never shows interest in anyone, it's always the other way around. However, as fate would have it, she soon found out that they shared some classes. That's how she knew her name, age, that she's not from Evanston and is very close to fucking Janis 'Imi'ike, with hands intertwined as they cross the tumultuous corridors and play with each other's hair, telling inside jokes. Damn it, it's only the third week and they're joined at the hip. And she's never looked at or waved to Regina in the same way, most of the time she seems almost oblivious to her existence.

The tray seems more interesting than the latest random conversation at the table, she plays with the scattered French fries and sips the diet coke. Thoughts wander far away, full of memories and expectations too, she hasn't seen her all day, soon it will be their shared lesson and she can't stop thinking about the reasons for her absence. If something serious has happened, if she's sick or... skipping class to make out with someone, which is something almost everyone does. But with whom?

Loud laughter breaks her trance, Damian tries to hold back a laugh while Janis hugs Y/N and has a hand over her mouth, trying to stop her from laughing any louder, even though she can't stop herself. The trio are walking to their usual table, ignoring everyone around them. It annoys her to the bone, how easy it is for them to get her attention, to make her laugh. Suddenly, the newbie turns her face in their direction and she could swear she felt her heart stop beating for a millisecond only to start beating 10 times faster, watching her break away from the group and walk towards the Plastics.

"Hi, girls!" she greeted the four with a wave of a hand, ignoring their lack of response, and opened a wide smile, which surprised them with its "boldness". For a moment the blonde thought Y/N would turn and speak directly to her, try to get closer, to have her attention, but she turned to Heron and squatted down, handing over a book, dozens of post-its marking the pages "Here it is, I made some notes and the colors of the bookmarks are my reactions. Hopefully you'll like it as much as I do."

"Thanks! I'll get back to you as soon as I've finished." Cady appreciates it and returns the warm smile, however, the queen bee doesn't miss her cheeks blushing slightly at the brief interaction, making her roll her eyes in disgust "I couldn't find any other copies..."

Regina watches with a mixture of disdain and envy, Y/N should be paying attention to her and only her, not some worthless girl who has just ascended the high school social hierarchy. At the same time, her anxiety barely lets her think, she has never been so close before, she can smell the floral perfume permeating the atmosphere and see the small details of the skin she longs to touch. But there is something she longs for more than that, and that is to get her away from Cady, to make it clear that she is superior and in control.

"You know, Cady, it's admirable that you're willing to sacrifice your free time to make a library rat feel validated." she cuts in, throwing out a biting comment, a forced smile plastered on her face and blue eyes directed at Y/N "But, frankly, I think she should spend less time with books and more learning how to dress without looking like a single 40-year-old librarian."

The sharp words echo through the cafeteria, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the air and all the cliques watching the scene unfold. The girl frowns, surprised and confused by the sudden hostility, and her smile falters. She really can't understand the reason for the gratuitous verbal aggression, she hasn't done anything to deserve such treatment, not even talked to anyone other than one person there before. Her friends didn't give her the same hierarchical speech and tips that they gave Heron, because, unlike her, they didn't see any potential in the other new student to stand out in Regina's eyes and quickly knew that it wouldn't do much good considering how oblivious she is, as well as how indifferent to groups she is. A being apart from the jungle of hormonal teenagers in search of social status.

Nobody expects her to respond, in fact, they believe the opposite will happen. They expect to see a puppy running around with its tail between the legs. Regina feels the temporary taste of triumph in her mouth and waits for her to turn around.

"And you should spend less time dressing up for Coachella and more time studying history, maybe then you'll get at least a C on an elementary school exam." Y/N shrugged and turned to her new friend "Tell me what you thought of the book..."

The beginning-of-semester test that the history teacher always gives to check the students' knowledge. It's this test that she's referring to, which Regina got an embarrassing F in, although it doesn't really bother her as it doesn't count as a formal grade. In contrast to her, the youngest scored an A+ and quickly excelled in the subject.

Another time, with someone else, the blonde was going to kill with one look. This time, to everyone's shock, she throws herself back in her chair and laughs out loud, head thrown back. It's genuine. Her kitten has sharp claws and knows how to use them. She hadn't imagined that the quiet, peaceful and compassionate Y/L/N could strike back at her, with her harmless appearance and silly expressions. It's little discoveries that make everything more fun.

Regina recovers and tilts her head slightly, lips curving into a subtle smile as she stares deeply at her, challenging. She's got the newbie's attention, as she's wanted for weeks, and now that she has it, it's time to put the pieces on the table, time to play.

"Oh, I see you know how to defend yourself. Well, princess, you should know that's not how people dress for Coachella. And that I don't need to prove myself in a stupid questionnaire." then leans over so that they're centimeters apart and whispers, "Now, if I teach you, maybe you'll learn something more interesting than history..."

The bait is thrown, a flirtatious double entendre in the middle of a cold discussion.

"I don't think there's anything you can teach me that I want to learn."

Once again, she has an answer on the tip of her tongue and isn't afraid to answer the queen bee straight. Y/N smiles and says goodbye to the group, turning her back to go to her own table, she's starving and can't wait to devour the pizza bought moments before. That's more important than arguing with a stranger over lunch. All that's left for Regina to do is watch her walk away and strategize how to keep the girl at arm's length.

It wasn't the quick and blunt answers or the fearless demeanor that captivated her, nor the appearance, she doesn't consider jeans and cute knitted cardigans anything special, much less the ridiculous Star Trek t-shirts worn in PE. She desperately wants to find out what it is, maybe then she'll stop being drawn like a moth to the light. When the newbie has disappeared into the crowd, Regina turns her attention back to her own table, where her friends are sitting in silence, too stunned to comment anything. Neither was she. The idea of leaving Y/N at her feet to stroke the ego and then despise her like she does everyone else is too pleasurable.

She sighs heavily and without thinking twice takes the book from Cady's hands, staring at the title with contempt. It's a beginning.

On the other side, Janis smiles to herself and exchanges a look with Damian, both coming to a conclusion quickly. In Regina George's game, they've always wanted to be ahead and finally they have the right pawn to do it.

Note: Hi, sweeties! I'm Romy and started writing again recently, that's why I'm a little rusty. Hope you enjoyed part one and see you soon in the sequel ^^ please share what you want to read and any ideas for this short fanfic, or one shots

english isn't my first language

#regina george x reader #mean girls #mean girls 2024 #regina george #renee rapp #fluff #romypearl

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starmocha · 5 months ago

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OK. I THINK I HAVE A NEW IDEA OF HOW SYLUS' MYTH WILL PLAY OUT.

"Amidst the chaos, wings flap and stir up a whirlwind of sand and gravel. On that day, the girl marked for execution unleashed the Fiend from the Abyss."

— Official summary in Where Darkshadows Fall trailer description box

This will be my third theory. Theories 1 & 2 share the same post and are very, very brief, and honestly, not as well-developed.

OK, let's get started <333

For whatever reason, MC is to be executed. I theorize that she hopes to escape her death sentence and she seeks out Sylus, the infamous dragon said to bring about Philos' downfall. Perhaps, she assumes that if she can slay him, she will be pardoned.

However, she is obviously weaker than him. Sylus, as we know him, is a very complex person. Even though he does have an imposing aura, he does not attack without reason, and he also does not attack people weaker than him.

I believe this scene we see in the beginning is MC "training" with Sylus after having been in his company for quite some time. He is not sneering at her foolish attempt to kill him but rather critiquing her mistakes when approaching her prey.

It could also explain 1) she has no weapons, 2) she's alone, 3) she attempts to strangle him bare-handed with one hand (girl pls 🤡), 4) she shows no fear or resistance when captured by Sylus, even as he comments on how easily she can be killed if he applies more pressure to her heart.

Kind of similar to how in Zayne's Snow's Embrace myth, MC was training under Zayne's guidance for quite some time, and he would often give her lessons. I feel like this is a similar situation with Sylus being a mentor of some kind.

(Also, side note: she dresses similar as him??? Feels more draconic fashion than Philos, just saying. She might have been with him for even far longer than a few measly months.)

The mark he gives her could simply be just that. A bruise that serves as a time limit for her to develop her skill and show growth. He wants to see her progress, wants to see her become stronger, so this is could serve as a motivation device for her.

Now unlike with Zayne, Sylus is more upfront about his personal feelings, so we get intimate moments like these, where it leaves little room for doubts about their romance.

We also have a memory (Secret Times, most likely, based on the others' past myth 4-star cards) of Sylus carrying MC in his arms as he flies (🎶 A whole new world~ 🎶)? They're also described as kindred spirits (a term Sylus would later echo in the main story during his first appearance). Shared thoughts and feelings? Perhaps bonding over their status as outcasts?

Now, Sylus seems to be prophesied as bringing about Philos' downfall. Could...MC unwittingly have caused this? Could something have happened that led to Sylus going berserk and decimating Philos?

I believe a "betrayal" (or assumed one, believed by Sylus) may have happened that led to their tragedy. I'm leaning more towards a tragic misunderstanding. I'll make a part 2 since I'm at my 10-pic cap on mobile 😔

#love and deepspace #love and deepspace sylus #lads ☆ dragon sylus yapping #lnds ramblings #lnds analysis #fam how did i dooooo

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hivemuthur · 3 months ago

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The Game of Teaching Body - Ch. 8.

viktorxfemale!reader explict! (we got there)

AU university, AU modern era, slow burn, frenemies to lovers, teasing, pinning, banter, eventual romance and therefore smut, Viktor is simultaneously a menace and needs a hug, TA Viktor

Ch.1. | Ch.2. | Ch.3. | Ch.4. | Ch.5. | Ch.6. | Ch.7. | Ch.9. | Ch.10. | Ch.11. | Ch.12.

word count: 5,4K

tag: #the game of teaching body

summary: ok, I'm covering my eyes while I drop this. I'm sorry for making Viktor such a drunk fuck. Also tw: alcohol and drunken groping with consent.

Cross-posted on AO3 + POV3rd Person Version

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You sat in the library; the complete silence, save for the rustling of papers around you, made your head pound with your own blood pressure. The stacks of books and papers in front of you felt heavier than usual. Your eyes kept drifting to the sheet of notes Viktor had given you—notes for the classes you had missed while you were sick. You hadn’t been able to focus much earlier, and now, even though the words were neatly typed and clear, your mind kept coming back to the small annotations Viktor had written in the margins. His handwriting was precise, almost mechanical in its neatness, but there was something about the way he added little reminders or tips for you that made your heart skip a beat.

“Don’t overthink this part—just get to the point.”

You read it again, your finger tracing the lines, a flicker of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. Typical Viktor, trying to simplify the most complicated concepts. You imagined him sitting at his desk, brows furrowed in concentration as he wrote those words. You even found yourself wondering if he’d been thinking about you when he wrote them—if he had anticipated you being confused or struggling with the material.

The thought caught you off guard.

You shifted in your seat, trying to shove the feeling down. Stop it, you told yourself. Focus on the work. No distractions.

But it was hard. The more you tried to ignore it, the more vivid the memory of Viktor’s teasing smirk and his quiet intensity became.

You’ve been thinking about him too much, you told yourself, rubbing your eyes as if the physical motion could shake the thoughts loose.

Your gaze flicked back to his notes, and something in your chest tightened again. You should’ve been mad at him for being so distant, so... cryptic. It was easier to be angry, but the more you thought about him, the more complicated things became. The frustration of his mixed signals—the way he acted like he didn’t care, even though you could tell that there was something more beneath the surface. Or you had made it up. Or not. The way you fought each other for control was… annoying, at best.

Your finger paused mid-air, hovering over another annotation. “You’re doing fine. Trust yourself.”

The words hit harder than you expected. You hadn’t realized how much you needed to hear them. There it was again—the subtle way Viktor pushed you to believe in yourself, even when he barely acknowledged you beyond your academic interactions.

You leaned back in your chair, closing your eyes, trying to push the confusing swirl of emotions away. It’s just a stupid crush, you told yourself. It doesn’t mean anything.

But then a thought popped into your head—one you would never say out loud, but it made your lips twitch. “If you’re ever feeling lost, Viktor, just look at your own notes. They’re like a secret map to your soul.”

You laughed quietly to yourself, imagining his dry, deadpan response. “I’d rather get lost, honestly.”

The sound of your own laughter felt strange, almost foreign. You hadn’t allowed yourself to be this relaxed in a while, not with Viktor constantly invading your thoughts, making you second-guess everything you thought you knew. You could picture him standing in front of you with that smug grin, the way his voice would carry a teasing tone. You could almost hear it now—the way his eyes would narrow in mock annoyance, pretending to be unaffected by your joke.

The brief moment of humour quickly faded, replaced by a familiar ache in your chest.

God, I’m such an idiot. You clutched the notes tighter, but the thought wouldn’t leave. What if he actually is a secret softie? What if he’s not as distant as he pretends to be?

Your breath caught at the realisation. You were in deeper than you’d ever wanted to admit. But the idea of confronting it—of facing whatever was brewing between you—felt overwhelming. You didn’t know if you were ready to open yourself up to someone like Viktor.

You don’t even know what he wants from you, you reminded yourself. And you definitely don’t know what you want from him.

But somehow, the more you thought about it, the more you realised you did know. You wanted something real. You wanted more than whatever it was that passed between you—the teasing, the tension, the moments of quiet connection that always seemed to slip away too fast.

But Viktor? He wasn’t the kind of guy who did anything real, was he?

You shook your head, trying to clear the mess of thoughts swirling around. You needed to get a grip. You couldn’t afford to get lost in whatever this was. Not now.

But as you reached for the next page of notes, you found yourself wondering, with a small, reluctant smile, what it would be like to get lost in Viktor after all.

You closed your books with a sharp snap, taking a deep breath as you stood from the library table. Your mind was a tangled mess of notes, formulas, and Viktor’s handwriting, and you needed a moment to clear your head.

Just as you were about to step out into the corridor, a flash of movement caught your eye. Viktor and Jayce were leaving the building, walking side by side, their heads tilted together in what seemed like an animated conversation.

You froze.

Your heart skipped a beat, but it wasn’t excitement—or perhaps it was, the kind of excitement immediately tempered by fear. Viktor’s familiar figure cut through the dim evening light, and for a split second, all you could do was stand there, rooted to the spot.

But then, before you could even process it fully, you spun on your heel and ducked back inside the room, retreating into the shadows of the library. You didn’t want to see them. You didn’t want to deal with that knot in your stomach, the one that seemed to tighten every time Viktor came too close. You needed to focus. You had work to do in the lab, notes to catch up on, and you couldn’t afford to get tangled up in whatever... this was.

***

Viktor felt the effects of the alcohol settling in his veins as he stepped outside the pub with Jayce, the cool night air cutting through the haze of tipsiness creeping in. He’d been enjoying the conversation, savouring the camaraderie and the easy flow of ideas. Jayce’s energy had a way of drawing him out, pushing his thoughts into unexpected places, and Viktor appreciated the stimulating nature of their late-night discussions.

“So, you think we’re really on track to finish our little side thing by the end of the next semester?” Jayce asked, slinging an arm over Viktor’s shoulder in a way that was both familiar and mildly irritating.

Viktor grinned, brushing away the alcohol-induced warmth clouding his thoughts. “I’m absolutely certain. We’ve already made significant progress, and the pace we’re setting is impressive.” He paused, squinting as the streetlights flickered overhead. “But I have to admit, I’m too drunk to keep up this stimulating conversation. I think it’s time I bow out gracefully.”

Jayce chuckled, nudging him playfully. “Don’t worry, man. You’ve earned a break. You can retire for the night, and Mel and I will take it from here. You’re not sticking around for the after-party?”

Viktor glanced at Jayce, catching the way his friend’s face lit up at the mention of Mel. A teasing smirk tugged at Viktor’s lips. “You two are practically attached at the hip tonight. If I stayed, I’d just be interrupting something. Besides, it’s been a long day—I’ll call it a night.”

Jayce laughed, shaking his head. “Fair enough. Go sneak off to your secret lair, then.”

“Whatever you say, Jayce,” Viktor replied, his tone light but with a faint edge that didn’t quite match the usual banter. As much as he enjoyed Jayce’s company, there were moments when retreating felt like a necessity—tonight was one of those moments.

He stepped back, nodding to his friend. “Enjoy your evening. I’ll be heading back to my room.”

Jayce raised an eyebrow, a grin spreading across his face. “No mysterious rendezvous tonight?”

Viktor hesitated, the question lingering in the air. For a moment, he considered coming clean—acknowledging what had been weighing on him. But instead, he gave a nonchalant shrug, masking the flicker of unease.

“I think I’ve had enough socializing for one night,” he replied, his voice calm but carrying an undertone of ambiguity.

With that, he turned and began walking away, leaving Jayce and Mel behind. The cool air felt sharper now, and Viktor found himself taking a longer route back, weaving through the quieter parts of the campus. On a whim—or perhaps out of habit—he let his feet carry him toward the science lab.

As he passed through the corridor, his eyes caught a glimpse of movement. You were there, slinging a bag over your shoulder, the edges stuffed with notes spilling out. You looked like you were wrapping up your study session for the evening.

“And what is a pretty girl such as yourself doing here all alone at this hour?” Viktor’s attempt at charm came out more slurred than he had intended, but he smiled to himself when he saw your startled expression.

“Jesus, you almost gave me a heart attack!” you whisper-shouted at him, clutching your fist to your chest. “I was studying. What the hell are you doing here?”

Before you could measure your reaction, your feet carried you closer to Viktor of their own accord. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes. “Ah. Celebrating?”

But Viktor didn’t respond. He simply looked at you, his eyes molten yet sharp, as if he were still trying to calculate something. You were about to ask him again but didn’t get the chance, as his lips landed on yours. You could taste the alcohol and cigarettes on his tongue, his skin cold from the night air—a stark contrast to the burning heat of his mouth.

Despite his coordination being compromised, he grabbed the bag slipping off your shoulder and swung it over his, then walked you both toward the lab you had just left, never breaking the kiss.

Once inside, he dropped the bag and his cane on the floor, cupped your face, and pushed his mouth deeper into yours. You pulled his shirt free from his pants and instinctively slid your hands underneath it, to splay them flat against his stomach. He flinched at the sudden warmth of your touch, a groan escaping him as a sharp pang of lust twisted low in his belly.

“Careful there,” he breathed against your lips, his voice rough. He could feel the blood travelling down his body, as his pants became tighter.

“Or what?” you teased, your tone playful as you tilted your head back against the door, granting him full access.

A shiver coursed through you as Viktor’s hand gripped your ribcage, his touch sparking a memory of your other night together. But this time, it wasn’t gentle or cautious—this time, his touch was filled with raw want and need, clumsy from the drinks he had poured into himself in wistful celebration.

“Or this,” he smirked, and the next thing you could feel were teeth clenching on the tendon of your neck, a bite painful enough to make you squirm and send a current of pleasure all the way down to your toes.

“Fuck you,” you breathed, tugging his head back by his hair. He met your gaze with a playful glint in his eye, his words slurring slightly as he threw the challenge back at you. “Fuck me.”

Your breath caught in your throat, and you didn’t reply. Your thoughts tore through you, scrambling to decide if it would be a wise choice. As if reading your mind, Viktor leaned back into you, his forehead resting against yours. He nipped at your lower lip, his voice a low whisper against your mouth. “I know you want to.”

“You’re drunk,” you said weakly, as if trying to convince yourself. Viktor didn’t listen. He drew breath after breath from you, his hands roaming your body with a dull pressure, leaving a burning sensation everywhere they touched.

“Did you touch yourself thinking about me when I came over?” he rasped into your ear, making you stiffen. “I do,” he added with a smug smile you could feel blooming against your lips. Your gasp was swallowed into another greedy kiss. When the kiss broke, it was only so Viktor could continue murmuring his sweet nothings.

“Whenever I touch myself, I think of you.” It was barely a whisper, but it rang in your head like a bell.

“I think of your bare thighs under my hands that night,” his voice sultry, as he gripped your thighs and slid his hands upward toward your ass. “I think of your sweet moans,” he murmured, capturing your lips in another kiss. “I imagine it’s your sweet mouth around my cock, when I come into my hand, thinking of you.”

You only gasped again, the obscenity of his words making your core clenching on nothing. Viktor walked you toward the nearest workbench, beckoning you to sit on top, as he pressed his hands on your thighs, rubbing them up and down.

He then undid his belt clumsily, his trousers sliding down under the weight of all the items he had stuffed in his pockets, to reveal his cock, still straining against confines of his underwear, sogged embarrassingly in precum and sweat. You gaped at him, completely transfixed with the raw want he had for you.

His hands shot back to your neck to pull you in for a colliding kiss, his tongue invading your mouth, your teeth clacking against each other, as he rubbed himself against your thigh, the wetness of his boxers soaking into your pants. “Please, touch me,” he pleaded pathetically, as if mocking your uncertainty.

It had struck you, how Viktor being such a hot mess somehow still remained the one in control. Your hand travelled to grab his cock through the material of his underwear and give it a painfully slow stroke. Viktor’s body almost bent in half pulling you down with him, as he gave you the most vulgar sounding whimper you had heard in your life, “Yes, fuck.”

Holding your neck with one hand, he snaked the other under the waistband of your pants only to gasp in awe. “Oh, do you enjoy having me all hot and bothered over you? It seems like you do.” You were so wet he had to spread your slick with a flat palm all over your inner thighs and pubic bone to be able to work his fingers with precision. And despite his current state, the dedication to the task was admirable.

You moaned into his mouth as his fingers worked you, your grip on his cock tightening and Viktor just wouldn’t shut up. “Do you like how much I want you?” he breathed against your neck, his length twitching under your fingers. You clasped your hand to your mouth, suddenly very aware that you were in a public space and if the two of you could be here, anyone could walk past and hear whatever was happening on the other side of the door.

It had earned you a scold, when Viktor pulled your palm away from your lips and kissed you greedily, whispering in to your mouth, “Don’t you dare.” He retreated his other hand from between your legs and you whined at the loss of his touch.

“Oh, no need to be sad,” he cooed mockingly, as he grabbed your bum to pull you closer and rub his aching cock against your core. You shuddered, but obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his shoulders.

“Hmm,” Viktor muttered, pressing his face into yours like a huge cat. “Please, fuck me now, I can’t bear it.” Another mockery of affection surged through you, dressed in his lustful voice, framed by his glassy eyes, his eyelashes tickling your cheek. His hands, so grabby, so needy, groped you, kneaded your flesh, his desire on full display, burning with alcohol travelling through his blood stream.

Stripped of his defences, Viktor was ready to whisper any filth into your ears, only to have what he wanted. And yet, even though the touch of his hands burned through your clothes, even though the emptiness between your legs was painful and his hair smelled so nice, you managed to gather all your strength and say, "As much as I’m enjoying this... ah!" You gasped as he bit your neck again. "I think... you're too drunk, Viktor." The last attempt at evening out the ground was met with a chuckle.

"Ah, that's alright," he said sweetly, pushing his thumb into your mouth. "I'm better in a casual setting anyway."

You stiffened, your body going rigid at his words. What? You pulled back slightly, confusion and irritation flooding your chest. You glanced at him, your brow furrowing as you met his dazed eyes. Viktor, still too drunk to realize the weight of his words, tried to cling back to you, his hands seeking your body once more.

He murmured your name, his voice thick with alcohol. But you pushed him away, your breath catching as the reality of the situation hit you.

“No,” you snapped, your anger flaring. “What the hell does that mean? Casual? When did I give you the impression that I wanted something casual with you, Viktor?” Your voice was low but edged with fury, a tremor of disbelief beneath the surface.

Viktor froze, his expression faltering, confusion clouding his mind as he tried to piece together what you were saying. "I—" He cleared his throat, trying to find his words, but they felt like they were slipping away from him. "You’ve been avoiding me," he muttered, trying to hold onto something that made sense, pulling his trousers up in embarrassment.

“Because you are all over the fucking place!” you shot back, your voice trembling with frustration. “You keep dropping these half-confessions, these hints that don’t mean anything, and it’s like I’m supposed to just figure out what the hell you want. It’s not… fair, Viktor.”

Viktor’s chest tightened, panic creeping in as he watched you, unsure how to fix the mess he’d created. His breath came shallow, his hands trembling. “Listen, that’s not—” He swallowed hard, trying to grasp his thoughts, but they were all tangled. “I didn’t mean to... I’m not—”

You shook your head, your lips curling in disgust. “You’re not what? Honest? Open?” You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head again. “You’ve been playing me, Viktor. All these little games, these words, and I don’t even know what’s the prize, what is it that thing you are trying to win.” Your voice cracked on the last sentence, the anger giving way to hurt.

Viktor’s heart pounded in his chest as his panic heightened. “I—hey, I didn’t want to hurt you. I... I’ve been trying, I just... I can’t—” His words were a mess, his mind too foggy to communicate what he truly felt.

Sliding off the workbench, your face hardened with determination. “Get a grip, Viktor. Drunken slut doesn’t become you.” The words hit him like a slap, sharp and final, and you didn’t even wait for his response. Grabbing your bag, you slung it over your shoulder before turning on your heel and heading toward the door.

Viktor watched you, rooted to the spot, his chest aching with the weight of everything he’d failed to say. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words were stuck, lost somewhere deep in his throat. By the time he found the strength to call your name, you were already gone.

***

“Please get dressed,” Sue’s voice came muffled through all the blankets you were shielding yourself with. The party was the last thing you needed right now.

“No.”

“Please get dressed!” Sue tugged on the blankets but to no avail. She sighed heavily, as if bracing herself for something, then said, “You made me do this. I had to call for backup.”

“Darling,” you heard Hale’s voice and felt a hand being placed firmly on your back, which was wrapped in, give or take, four layers of blankets and clothing. “It’s for your own good.”

You groaned into the pile of blankets, curling tighter into yourself. “Please, go away.”

Sue wasn’t having it. She pulled at the blankets again, her voice an annoying mix of determination and playfulness. “Nope. You’re going. It’s a Halloween party, and you’re dressing up. I won’t take no for an answer.”

You muffled a sigh. “It’s a month after Halloween. What’s the point now?”

“You’re right, but Mel decided we couldn’t let the season go to waste. We’re fixing this mistake,” Sue said, her voice light with excitement. “And if you won’t go, I’m calling more backup.”

That was when Hale’s voice chimed in, smooth and amused. “Darling, you’ll thank me for this later.” You felt Hale’s firm hand press against your back, pushing through the layers of blankets. “It’s for your own good.”

Your tired groan was muffled by the blankets. “I don’t need any good, I need sleep.”

Sue leaned in, her tone softening a little. “You can’t just hide away. You deserve better than this. He’s a jerk, and you know it.”

You hesitated, but Hale’s voice broke through your thoughts. “It’s not about him anymore. It’s about you. Show him how insignificant he is. The show must go on.”

You frowned, burying your face in the soft warmth of the blankets. “I don’t want to, I just…” You trailed off, feeling the weight of everything that had happened. You hadn’t told them yet what had actually happened between you and Viktor—you couldn’t bring yourself to. It was too much. You didn’t want to hear what Hale would say if he knew.

Hale’s expression softened slightly as he sat beside you, his voice more serious now. “Do you remember what I told you? You are a king, and you don’t bow to anyone. Not to him, not to anyone.”

You remained still for a long moment, feeling the soft weight of Hale’s words settle on you. Slowly, you rolled over, sighing dramatically. “Fine. But I can leave at any time I want to.”

Hale grinned, leaning back against the couch, arms crossed. “Oh, I’ll make sure you won’t want to leave.”

Sue and Hale took the opportunity to help you get dressed, turning it into a mini celebration of the ridiculousness that was their last-minute Halloween plans. You had the red fluffy tulle dress from the theatre department that Hale had snatched for you, one that made you look like you’d stepped straight out of a dream. You were going as Beetlejuice and Lydia Deetz on their wedding night, a perfect match of eerie elegance and chaotic energy. Sue found it hilarious to go as a Sandworm.

As they worked on your makeup and hair, you finally took a deep breath, ready to push aside the weight of the past few days. You weren’t doing this for Viktor, but for yourself. The night was yours to own.

You gave each other a once-over: Sue looked ridiculous in her striped onesie with a foam sandworm hat on her head, but she clearly loved it. Hale was a completely pimped-up and glamoured version of Beetlejuice. And you? You looked like a beautiful, cursed ballerina. Perfect. After taking one last selfie together, the three of you marched toward the theatre halls.

It was the most impromptu party you’d ever seen, but somehow Mel made it work. The catchphrase was We’ve got a Halloween party at home, which played perfectly with the mix of decorations from all seasons: sheet ghosts wearing flower crowns, bats cut out from pink glittery plastic sheets, and, instead of cobwebs, toilet paper scattered across the ceiling of the very same room where Viktor had kissed you for the first time. Trash Halloween.

Mel caught you immediately and pulled you into a tight hug, whispering in your ear, “I don’t know what this jerk has done, but I stand with you.” Her hug tightened even further as she added, “I’m so, so happy you’ve made it. I haven’t seen you in ages, and you look… fucking amazing.”

“Thanks, Mel,” you laughed despite yourself. “You’re not so bad yourself.” You waggled your eyebrows at her. She was dressed as Mia Wallace, which could only mean Jayce...

"You can tell a lot about a man by the way he carries himself. Style isn’t just about clothes; it’s an attitude,” Jayce tried so hard to make a Vincent Vega impression, he ended up laughing at himself. He hugged you and boomed, “I love your costumes, guys! But… who are you dressed as, sweet Sue?”

“I’m a Sandworm!” Sue squeaked, giving them a little twirl, which made the entire group laugh. Hale hooked his shoulder over yours as he marched you toward the bar, bridal style. You had to flatten your skirts and bend forward to be able to reach the bartender when a familiar voice startled you.

“You’ve been ignoring my texts,” Viktor said, turning toward you in his seat. He was wearing a vintage tweed suit and a pair of thick square glasses.

“Are you… dressed as an old man?” you chuckled reluctantly. “And you know, I thought texting doesn’t exactly align with your whole… casual thing.”

“I’m not just any old man. I am Carl Fredricksen.” Seeing that you didn’t catch the bait, he went straight to the point. “Can we talk?”

“You’re not very good at talking, and I’m here to have a good time,” you said, paying for your drink and getting ready to march off. You were dying to talk to him, to yell at him, slap him, and be all sorts of dramatic about it, but Hale had put so much care into doing your makeup that you didn’t want to ruin it within the first ten minutes of your arrival.

You were about to walk away with grace, but you couldn’t help yourself. “I know damn well you are a sweet old man from Up, and let me tell you, you should be dressed as something far more vile.” Despite the venomous message, your voice was soft, and Viktor smiled weakly.

The music was a mix of musicals, classic pop hits, and songs from films, so the royal couple, Mia Wallace and Vincent Vega, could have their iconic dance. Mel had definitely planned to boost your ego, weaving songs from Hamilton into the playlist so you and Hale could have a repeat of your five minutes of fame.

You got so stupidly drunk, you wouldn’t leave the dance floor, and Hale kept bringing you refills of cocktails you would inevitably spill anyway. He wouldn’t leave your side for a moment that evening and danced with you through every tear and sorrow that showed on your face when you glanced over at the bar toward Viktor. You reached your peak when someone put on a slow song for a change. Casual.

You gave one of your exaggerated performances, the crowd dispersing around you to make more space for the show. You were singing your lungs out, obscene lyrics falling from your lips, all dedicated to the bane of your existence. When the song finished, the only thing you could do was laugh. You laughed at yourself and at the stupidity of the situation—there you were, in the arms of your best friend, serenading the man sitting at the bar in the costume of a romantic old man from an animated film.

Jayce slumped drunkenly next to Viktor, elbowing him as both of their gazes followed you on the dance floor. “What’s going on there?” he asked, his gelled hair falling into his eyes.

“I… have royally fucked up.”

“Are you... telling me you can’t get the girl you want?” Jayce slurred, giving Viktor a sideways glance. He was clearly tipsy but still managing to follow the conversation, sort of.

“Nope. She’s been using her scary dog privilege the entire evening.” Viktor’s voice dropped into a mock whine, looking dramatically toward you and Hale.

“Wait… are you telling me you want the girl?” Jayce squinted, pretending to be deep in thought. “You? Viktor? Want her?” He pointed vaguely in your direction.

“Fuck yes, I want the girl. Look at her,” Viktor gestured wildly, his finger almost hitting a random passerby. “She’s everything.” His eyes were glued to you as you spun across the dance floor. “And the way she laughs... it’s like, it makes me—” Viktor suddenly slapped a hand to his chest, his face contorting. “I can’t even explain it. I am fucked, Jayce.”

Jayce raised an eyebrow, still processing Viktor’s emotional spill. “Shit, man. Do you need anything?”

“Not from you, I don’t,” Viktor laughed bitterly, his slouch deepening as he leaned back in his chair. “It’s fine. I prefer her sober anyway.” He waved a hand dismissively. “You know, it’s just that... when she’s sober, I feel like she might actually like me back. Not... whatever this is.” He gestured to the mess of alcohol in his hand.

“Wait, hold on.” Jayce leaned closer, trying to follow Viktor’s emotional rollercoaster. “You actually want her to like you? Like, for real?”

Viktor sighed, looking like he’d just realised he might be the one on the wrong side of drunk. “Yeah, Jayce. Do you think I was just playing some game? No. This… this was real. But I’ve made such an ass of myself, there’s no way she’d ever—” He stopped himself, as if hearing his own words was sobering him up slightly. “Shit. I am fucked.”

Jayce, now trying not to laugh, leaned back and patted Viktor on the shoulder. “Well, if you ever needed to not fuck something up... now would have been a good time.”

“I know!” Viktor groaned, his hands going up in the air. “But I’ll figure it out. I always do. I just... needed her to see that I wasn’t as bad as I made myself out to be. That I—” Viktor paused, his face lighting up. “I was actually a catch, Jayce.”

Jayce burst into laughter, then immediately sobered up as Viktor gave him a serious look. “What?” he asked between chuckles. “That’s like... the worst plan I’ve heard of.”

Viktor stared at him blankly for a second. “Okay, yeah. Maybe not the best pitch. But she’d get it. Eventually. I just needed to stop being a fuck-up for... like, five minutes.”

“Man, you got a real gift for pushing people away and then wondering why they stayed gone,” Jayce said, grinning widely. He took a swig of his drink.

Viktor glared at him, trying to muster some dignity, but he couldn’t help laughing at his own ridiculousness. “Hey, I was just saying, I could be that guy. For her? I could be... I could be that guy who actually didn’t screw everything up.”

Jayce patted him on the back with exaggerated force, nearly knocking him over. “I am gonna need a drink to survive this,” he muttered, eyes still on you as you twirled again. “So, what was the plan? Were you gonna talk to her after this?”

“If she didn’t kill me, yeah.” Viktor grinned sheepishly.

“Okay, dude, slow down. One step at a time.” Jayce laughed. Viktor laughed as well, and they began a long debate on how he had fucked up, which ended with them telling themselves that they loved each other and a series of exaggerated hugs.

Before Viktor could get to his grand plan, Hale had already carried you over his shoulder safely to your bed, your heels dangling from your hands as you giggled all the way through campus. He put your phone away on your desk so you wouldn’t see Viktor’s new text message.

“I like you.”

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em's masterlist/guidelines

fluff - 𐙚 || smut - ♱ || angst - ✾

➳ Daryl Dixon

one-shots: sins and honey flavored sweetness 𐙚 ♱ ✾ heartsease 𐙚 ♱ a summer wasting 𐙚 midnight refreshments 𐙚 a new years surprise 𐙚 ♱ lazy mornings 𐙚 stay with me 𐙚 ✾ too sweet ♱

drabbles: taste me ♱ head w/ daryl 𐙚♱ daryl’s uncut ♱ s4 daryl 𐙚 ♱ ✾

cannock chase 𐙚 the look of love ��

➳ Scud Frohmeyer

one-shots: take me however you want too ♱

drabbles: cockwarming w/ scud ♱ scuds a slut (canonically) ♱

➳ My Edits

normy's bday dhl burn, burn, burn new bottega

please send requests!

About Me!

em | 21 | gemini

hi everyone! this is so long awaited (i’m legit so lazy) but finally i have a masterlist/about me!

╰─▸ my names emma, i’m obviously in love w daryl dixon/norman reedus. i love to write and make edits — u guys should totally follow my tiktok account @mrsemmadixon or otherwise known as scudslut;)

i met norman jdkskajajs at the nyc comic con 2023, he signed the back of my phone case, i’ll actually die on a fucking hill. yes, he’s just as godly in person.

in my day to day life i work with animals 10 hours a day, they are my main passion aside from writing and whatnot, so if i post a photo of a really cute dog i met, that’s why lmao.

i have 2 cats right now, my baby lily i got last year and sophie who i’ve had since i was a kid. typically we rescue all our animals!

i deal with extreme anxiety and depression from a major accident that happened in my life a few years ago (so if i don’t respond or have trouble posting sometimes… that’s why and i really hope everyone understands.)

I love, love, love music. I play the piano and guitar, probably not very good but who cares. some of my all time favorite artists are.. and here we go on a rampage... deftones, cigsaftersex, wheezer, nirvana, mac, frank, lana, djo, catpower, the vines, dinosaur jr, labi siffre, the kills, tom odell, strokes, velvet underground, kendrick, norah jones, red hot chilies, the smiths, billy idol, the cure, no vacation, mazzy star, fleetwood, empire of the sun, pinegrove, otis redding, neil young, etta james, summer walker, motley crue, guns'n'roses, foo fighters, biggie, shady, nelly, jay-z, $uici$ide boys, gucci... and so much more, my music taste is actually bipolar.

on that note, i actually have a playlist for daryl + norman (music he reposts/i think he’d like) lmk if u want me so share them.

i’m canadian

my parents are both extreme alcoholics, so i suffer from a multitude of childhood traumas as well as current ones. we love it here!:) but id like to think i relate to daryl in some sense, if its the only comfort i get from it.

i could live off of pasta, watermelon and coffee alone

i spend my time either at my job, reading, writing, editing or spending time with some close friends.

and that’s pretty much me!:)

please feel free to ask me questions or request fics, i will absolutely love to do them! (as long as they follow guidelines) if your unsure, just message me to clarify!

My Guidelines:

absolutely no rape/SA/even slight connotations of it.

no incest.

hitting, slapping, or any extreme violence during play, is a no.

age play - i will dabble in this but nothing major where reader is barely an adult. the most i’ll do is early/mid 20’s and daryl is his canon age.

oh yes, and i will write for all norman reedus characters! if you want someone else, messsage/ask me!

gifs/dividers from @cafekitsune

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what song would heran cover on their YouTube?

now playing... youtube covers!

masterlist | wattpad

WHAT THE HELL! | avril lavigne

⤹ 2021

this was her first cover on their youtube channel. It was early november and she had some free time (which was super rare) and instead of relaxing she decided to hop in a booth. on live she asked engenes if they wanted her to cover any particular songs and they swore they didn't care as long as she dropped something.

so heran being heran, shuffled her playlist and stuck with the first song that played—what the hell. she didn't even waste a second, reached over for her guitar in the rack beside her desk and plugged it into the amp. after barely 10 minutes she messaged her manager: "can you book the booth please? don't ask questions."

less than an hour later she's in a recording studio, putting her headphones on—ready to record with beomgyu on the other side of the glass. he was just there to keep her company. nothing much. and two takes later, she was done. that's all it took.

beomgyu was tripping out on her, lecturing her about how most idols take time to record their covers and put a lot of effort into it with an actual production crew, and here she was recording a pop-rock song in less than an hour.

her excuse, "does it look like I have the time? just because I didn't spent 3 months recording a single song doesn't mean that it's low quality jeez. let me be good at my job in peace!"

she didn't waste any time to get that video shot either oh my days she was on a generational run. the staff were still asking if she wanted to make the set pretty and she was like, "just give me my guitar, an amp, a mic stand in a garage set. we'll just keep it authentic, yeah?"

who could blame her though? she had to study for finals, practice for their upcoming award shows, make time for her therapy sessions, and her own studio time, while also staying present in her members' lives. they didn't even know that she recorded the cover, and only found out when it was uploaded. "my bad, I forgot to tell you guys but it's good right?"

so the what the hell cover drops randomly on a thursday night, no teasers, no posts, no nothing—just the thumbnail of heran with her guitar slung over her shoulder, a smile on her face, and “HERAN — What The Hell (Avril Lavigne Cover)”.

beomgyu’s in the credits with a sarcastic “recording assistant / emotional support / unofficial hype man.”

engenes were so confused and shocked, they all flooded her weverse bro.

💬 : heran you never told us about the cover! wtf mahn I threw my phone across the room when I saw it! ⤷ rannieYUH my bad? bro I'm in the middle of math class it's never that deep I swear 🤷🏼‍♀️ 💬 : POP-PUNK PRINCESS HERAN?? I ASCENDED ⤷ rannieYUH congratulations 👁️👄👁️ 💬 : heran what was the reason that you decided to bless us all with an avril comeback? 🎤 ⤷ rannieYUH I shuffled my playlist and chose the first song that played 🎤

the middle of the night | elley duhé

⤹ 2022

okay, so for this one she did practice! It wasn't spontaneous (shocker).

heran had this quiet longing to explore her ballet roots again—not in a rigid, traditional way, but something emotional. raw. something that could blend her contemporary influences with the delicate control she developed from ballet.

she just didn’t know what song could carry all that weight. until one night, middle of the night played while she was organising her choreography notes. she only settled properly when she had a clear vision of the execution, only then did she pitch the idea.

she sat with the song for days. listened to it on repeat. at night. on the way back to the dorm. while doing her skincare. she listened to it so often until she felt her body lean into certain dance moves, silently marking and mapping out her flow. once she had the vision, she brought it up during a meeting and everyone was borderline shocked... (because she was actually consulting them first for ONCE).

she was clear: she wanted it to be elegant but emotionally intense. and there was one very important factor: she needed water. and a lot of it.

she met with her dance instructor whenever she was free, asked for help, some constructive criticism, and some ideas to bring her vision to life.

the video shoot

the set was stripped down to it's bones. no fancy backdrop, no led screen. just a vast, blacked-out soundstage. all the lighting focused on her.

on the floor was a huge, clear pool/container that was filled with water (but from the video you could only see he water on the floor, nothing else). she was standing in a shallow, reflective pool of water. barely ankle deep, just enough for each step to ripple.

scene 1

she stood motionless, head bowed, arms loose at her sides. the began—and the camera circled her. her first step created a ripple that moved across the surface like glass cracking in slow motion. the choreography started slow and delicate, her eyes closed as if she were physically feeling the song flowing through her veins. the water only adding to the beautiful imagery.

every turn, every kick, every glide of her feet created beautiful arch of water, until she dropped down and was on her knees, halfway drenched as she danced with a desperation that she conveyed so well.

by the second chorus, the lighting begun to pulse, faint strobes like thunder in the distance. the choreography picked up—sharper, angrier, like the song was crawling in her skin. her dress clung to her frame, soaked from the water as she continued dancing knee-deep.

the camera zoomed in during floorwork—her hands dragged through the water as she hit the beats like they owned her or something. her hair was loose, dripping in a way that shouldn't have been that pretty. she looked ethereal.

and just as the final chorus swelled—BOOM. the overhead sprinklers turned on.

rained poured down in sheets, instantly drenching her. she turned, reached, spun, her dress spinning with her. she hit her final beat on the downbeat, chest heaving, face toward the ceiling, eyes shut. the water shimmered down her like a crown.

when the video was posted, it hit over a million views within the first 24 hours. fans were handing out titles left-right-and-center, as if she single handedly proved that she was the best female dancer in 4th gen, and was on the list of best dancers in the industry period. she was.

💬 : she didn't just eat. she fasted for days. cooked a seven-course meal. fed the industry. AND left no crumbs 💬 : when the video ended I was just staring at my screen, watching a solid 10 seconds of heran looking up as the rain poured down on her. she literally left me speechless... 💬 : I don't care what ya'll say, she is easily top 5 in the industry. never in my life have I seen an idol dancer as technically gifted as her I'm sorry, your favs are not sitting with her just yet. 18 years old by the way!

even idols were openly talking about it! taemin mentioned her in a fucking interview and put it on his insta story! the king of art himself recognised her!

die for you (feat. heeseung) | the weeknd and ariana grande

⤹ 2023

what else did you expect? LITERALLY WHAT??

this cover was super chill, just straight vibes. even the video was literally recorded with a go-pro and in the studio. clips of them during recording and just chilling. the lights were dim, they both looked comfortable and freakishly attractive.

heran and heeseung are both hugeeee the weeknd fans, and just them doing this cover with their voices sounding absolutlely heavenly together. It only showed the industry why bang pd was fighting wars for them to debut together. once again they had to remind everyone that they are THAT duo. NYEAAHHHHH!

the video shoot

heran was radiating a different type of girlfriend energy in this video (r.i.p jungwon). it was insane how effortlessly intimate the energy was—not romantic (obviously), but something even more maddening. that lowkey, undeniable chemistry that comes from knowing someone so well your voices just lock in like puzzle pieces. the best friendship ever. they are the epitome of homeboy and homegirl.

heeseung was leaned back in the chair, headphones around his neck, hoodie slouched just right. heran was sitting next to him, hair pulled up into a messy bun in the most effortlessly cool way in an overzised t-shirt (jungwon's, but nobody needs to know that) and a pair of sweats.

💬 : jungwon watching this like 👁️👄👁️ 💬 : the vocals, the atmosphere, I'm never knowing peace again

the whole thing felt like the softest flex—no elaborate set, no high-concept visuals—just them. just raw talent and the type of synergy that you can't manufacture. they were so in sync, engenes joked they were probably breathing in harmony too.

the video ended with the clip of them laughing at the end, both yelling "WAIT WHY WAS THAT SO GOOD??" and heran throwing a water bottle at heeseung while he laughed too hard to dodge it. the credits rolled in the form of handwritten notes over footage of them ordering food post-recording.

naturally the cover blew up! but the best part? jungwon's weverse reply to an engene.

💬 : jungwon did you see heran and heeseung's cover?? don't you think they looked so cute together 🤗 ⤹ jungwonie she sang that song for me by the way 👍🏼

wants and needs (with ni-ki) | drake ft lil baby

⤹ 2024 (original by sean lew and and bailey sok)

absolute perfection of a dance cover. too much skill and swag in one video I fear. I wanna say mother and son but damn. just two talented best friends having a good time on set ugghhhhhhh.

this and their collab stage to that michael jackson medley during their fate tour?? YESYESYESYESSS A MILLION TIMES YESSS! It was practically "how many times can one maknae duo leave everyone screaming".

ni-ki really wanted to do a dance cover with heran for their youtube channel, seeing as him and jungwon did a performance for studio choom. poor boy literally begged her aww.

"noona, I know you're super busy. like with a billion things, with the tour and you solo stuff but I really want to do something with you."

heran tried to resist at first. not because she didn’t want to do it—never. she’d actually been itching to do another dance project with him for a while. but between comeback prep, her solo concept shoot, rehearsals, and those ungodly early morning recording sessions, she had zero free time.

still, ni-ki was giving her the biggest eyes. full pout. slight tilt of the head. the “maknae begging his favourite noona” combo.

“riki,” she sighed, closing her ipad after reviewing practice footage. “you’re literally weaponising your cuteness and it’s working. can you please go back to being nonchalant or something?” “Is that a yes?” “…shut up. send me the choreo.”

they practiced like there was no tomorrow but ni-ki couldn't help the slight twinge of guilt that he felt because he was keeping heran from her schedule. but she swore that those things were the last of her priorities. "you before anything else buddy. now help me up so that we can re-run the first section."

they were so locked in it was borderline scary.

the two of them sweating it out, marking moves until they could do the routine in their sleep. every time heran stumbled or missed a beat, she'd slap the air like it offended her and go, “again. again. again.”

ni-ki would just laugh and go along with it, even if his body was already sore from his own rehearsals.

“your perfectionism is showing.” “and yours isn’t?” she shot back, already restarting the song.

the video shoot

the concept was very movie-esqu. starting off with heran working in an office and then ni-ki joining until the song played. the choreography was very hefty on partner-work which made it all the more fun. overall it was just such a vibe and they enjoyed filming it, and had even MORE fun dancing together.

you could see it in their faces, the chemistry was palpable through the screen. ughhhhh mother and son yessssir.

💬 : the way the move like they share one braincell ughh my babies 😭😭😭 💬 : not me crying over a drake cover... THEY MAKE ME DO THIS SHIT EVERYTIME 💬 : introducing nishimura "nonchalant around everyone but heran" riki! 💬 : I paused to breathe and missed three transitions. riki and heran... you'll always be famous

and heran's weverse post?? everyone was in tears!

late night with the boy, because that's more important than whatever my manager keeps on calling me for <3 we finished filming our dance cover today so I just wanted to take a moment to appreciate my cutie 😭😭

💬 : NO STOP IT! STOP I CAN'T DO THIS TONIGHT 💬 : all I do is cry... 💬 : I heard through the grapevine that jungwon is punching the air rn

takes me back home | wasia project ⤹ 2024

when you show up to a "who loves enhypen more" challenge but heran is your opponent. might as well pack it up, yeah?

she posted the cover for their debut anniversary and it was such an emotional process—and it actually took her so long to record because of the amount of crying she was doing. because there's just something about her relationship with her members that she can't put into words.

It's a feeling, intangible, indescribable through words alone. and they just had such an overwhelming year, that taking a moment to record this song was a breath of relief.

those seven loser boys are quite literally the main reason that she stays grounded, whether it's through laughing at something stupid, jokingly fighting, or sharing quiet moments. nobody compares to them.

the video shoot

the video was emotional too—a compilation of videos straight out of heran's camera roll. and these were videos she's kept since debut (she takes emotional attachment very seriously) so it was beautiful and raw. the moments that fans didn't get to see, just her and her seven loser boys.

this video was her heart laid bare:

their first album photoshoot in jeju after i-land—the moment that felt like the real beginning. jake and sunghoon jumping ten feet in the air because they thought a bee was chasing them, the rest of the members yelling in panic while heran’s laughter echoed from behind the camera, shaky footage catching her nearly dropping the phone from laughing too hard.

their first christmas together—seven boys and one girl trying to decorate a tree way too tall for their dorm ceiling. it almost toppled over when ni-ki tried to hang a giant bow at the top while standing on jay’s back. absolute chaos. the clip ends with the tree lopsided and everyone wheezing on the floor.

the dressing room after their debut showcase—shaky footage of limbs everywhere as they screamed, cried, and collapsed into one giant pile of disbelief and joy. heran’s voice barely audible through her tears, “are we even alive right now?”

a soft moment in the backseat of their van—heran squished between jake and ni-ki, both of whom had fallen asleep on her shoulders after a long day of rehearsals. she looked into the camera with a helpless smile, whispered, “send help please,” but her eyes were soft, her voice warm. like this was home.

jungwon and heran on a swing set at 2 a.m.—one of those quiet, late-night walks they took when the world felt too loud. the camera sat on the grass in front of them, catching flickers of light from a nearby lamppost. jungwon pushed the swing gently with his foot while they talked about everything and nothing, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.

the video cuts between moments like that—raw, real, painfully beautiful.

sunoo crashing out on her at the arcade while she was at the claw machine, trying to get him a plushy. heeseung and her in the booth together as they recorded their background vocals and adlibs for a song, unable to take the moment seriously at all until they were hanging onto each other laughing. jay dramatically reciting lines from a script for one of their conceppt films while everyone booed him. sunghoon trying to braid her hair and accidentally tying a knot. heran filming her own face, mock annoyance etched into it. "hoon I swear if you can't untie that I'm—"

"I can I swear! jsut give me a moment!"

It wasn’t just nostalgia. It was a mosaic of love, growth, and being seen.

and the final scene—the one that shattered everyone?

a quiet rooftop shot. all eight of them sitting together, backs facing the camera, watching the sunrise after a long night of filming. nobody said a word, but you could feel the weight of everything they’d been through sitting gently on their shoulders. heran turned the camera slightly to catch the way jake leaned his head on sunghoon’s, ni-ki pointing something out in the sky, jungwon quietly, sunoo and heeseung complaining about something.

until the song ended, the instrumental fading out and allowing for the video's audio to play. heran saying, "what I just pushed all of youu off the roof and ran away."

and just like that, she left the entire fandom curled up in fetal position.

💬 : why did I think I was emotionally prepared for this video??? like oh cool, a little throwback— proceeds to sob uncontrollably for ten minutes straight 💬 : me watching the swing set scene like: 🧍🏽‍♀️🧎🏽‍♀️😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 💬 : the way she just kept everything. like imagine how much she cherishes these moments that she saved them for YEARS and chose to share them now. HERAN YOU ARE SO LOVED 😭

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