#niniwrites.

[goldierey]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

dating jason todd? um…yes please!

in which? i go over my jason todd headcanons.

what are we listening to? teeth, 5 seconds of summer.

featuring...my friend hannah!! thank you for doing this with meee <3

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 ⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

your own personal chef. you want something? he’s making it. want to try something you’ve never had? he’s on it. count on him to make you the best food ever.

he’ll watch the shows you like JUST because you like it. doesn’t matter if he thinks it’s the shittiest thing ever; if it brings a smile to your face, he’s gonna binge.

the banter…honestly, all the batboys have great banter BUT HIS IS ON TOP !!! he gives off "only i can make fun of her. you can't." and i love it so so so so much, can you tell??

if you argue, he’s taking a step back from the situation to calm down. he NEVER wants to treat you the way willis did his mom. once he's calm, you talk it out. this makes all your friends flock to you for advice.

he's ALWAYS touching you. interlocked pinkies? hand on your arm? on your back? he's doing it.

he'll get you anything you ask for. and i mean ANYTHING. new car, new phone, new journal, new shower, he's gonna get it for you, don't you worry.

he's THE cuddle buddy to have. a walking heater. he loves to curl up in bed with you after a long patrol, pressing his face in your hair and holding, feeling, your body in his hands. he adores when you lay on top of him, makes him feel grounded, especially after a nightmare. but he also adores laying on top of you. who cares if he's pure 200+ lbs of muscle?? he's baby!

[yushi-ni]

⋆˚𝜗𝜚˚⋆ mornings at the dorms 🌷🌷 ᯓᡣ𐭩

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ ⊹₊⟡⋆ masterlist 🌷🫧🩵

a typical morning at the wishies dorms with sion as your sleepy bf. !! not proofread !! just fluff, taking care of your bf and his members on their day off. ᯓ★ established relationship, mentioning of 'noona' once or twice. this is just for fun, for entertainment purposes only, so don't take it too seriously!! 💌🌷✨ HOPE YOU ENJOY!!

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ʚɞ you and sion have been dating for a while now. as time went by, you had gotten a lot closer with his members as well. being the same age as sion, the others were a bit younger than you. naturally feeling the sisterly instinct to take care of the younger ones, you often find yourself making food, getting them their favorite snacks whenever you visit their dorms, help them out with their house chores, making sure they take good care of their health by giving them vitamins etc etc. you didn't mind, not at all, you cared for the younger ones health just as much as you did for your boyfriend. sion loves the way you treat his members. being the leader and oldest of his group, he naturally takes on the dad role of the team and as you came in the picture; you made the perfect fit as the 'mom' of the group. sion was thankful for all the things you did for him and his team, coming over to their dorms with food to make sure they all eat well after a long day of practicing, dropping off drinks to take along whenever a day full of schedules followed the next day, showing interest in the things each member liked. whether you liked it or not, you always made sure each individual member felt comfortable around you. reminding sion over and over again why he fell in love with you to begin with.

yesterday was a day like many others. your boyfriend and his team had a long day at work, preparing hard for their upcoming japan tour. as the boys all walked in one after the other they quickly freshened themselves up to go to bed as soon as possible. calling it a day soon enough as each one of them was tired and in need of rest. your boyfriend, half asleep and ready to finally close his eyes, sent you a quick goodnight text. telling you he loves you and will update you tomorrow, since he was too tired to give you a small report on his day.

as the next morning arrives, you got up early and well to step out of the house. it's your boyfriends first day off after a couple weeks of overseas schedules and long practice days. before heading to his dorm, you stop by the store to get some things. you make sure to grab some coffee along the way as well since you know your boyfriend will definitely need one to start his day. upon arriving you notice the quiet silence that fills up the guys' apartment. the whole dorm still sound asleep, you smile to yourself, glad the boys got some well deserved rest. after all this time, you know your ways around their place. feeling comfortable in their home, you have no issue being the only one awake. setting down the bag of small groceries you did, you put the drinks in the fridge to keep them cold. fidgeting around in their kitchen you start to set up the things you need to make breakfast for you and the others. completely lost in your own thoughts you mindlessly prepare the food, not noticing the youngest boy walking in to the kitchen. only as the youngster stood right infront of you, you acknowledge his presence. "ohhh goodmorning saku. did you sleep well?!!" you said with a grin as you saw the sleepy state he was in. not much coming from him he just silently joined you as you continued on with the rest of the food. as time passed by, more members woke up one by one. the smell of freshly baked french toast started filling up the air as well as yummy pancakes. greeting you as soon as they stepped in the kitchen, each member thanked you for the breakfast you made. the chairs at the table were taken as the boys sat down, ready to eat!! all.. expect for one. "noona, i think sion-hyung needs a human alarm clock to be awakened from his sleep" riku laughs as he takes his first bite.

as the room filled up with the guys slowly getting more energized and awake, the sound of laughter and chatting soon becomes louder and louder. as you smile upon the view infront of you, you decide to make your way to your boyfriends room. the room was quiet with only the little bit of sunshine peeking through the blinds. enough to see the sleeping figure on the bed. as you silently laughed, you walk inside the room. not wanting to wake him up just yet, you open the blinds to let the morning sunshine in completely. as you look over to your bf, who did not move one inch even though the bright lights filled up the whole room now, you cannot help but smile. sitting on the side of his bed you are contemplating whether to wake him up or let him sleep a bit longer. as you reached out to brush away some of the hair that covers his face, you feel your bf leaning in to your touch. "morning.." he says with his eyes closed, voice still hoarse. "goodmorning, i didn't want to wake you up but i made breakfast for you guys" you lean down to give your sleepy bf a quick kiss. as you come back up, you feel two arms holding you in place. "mmh just 5 more minutes please.." you giggled, "ok you can stay in bed 5 more minutes, but make sure to come out soon enough before the others eat all the food!" you said while holding back your laughter to the view of your bf fighting the bright light. "noooo, with you. 5 more minutes with you.." not planning on letting you go just yet, sion pulls you even closer as he pulls you to lay down next to him. not being able to refuse his cute whiny request, you laid down and brushed your hands over his face once more.

"mmh i don't think i am hungry" sion says as he pulls you impossibly closer. "yes you are!!! i made so much yummy food, you have to try!!" you said, playfully offended by your boyfriends statement. "i think yushi will have finished all the food before i can even get to the table" sion groans as he feels you sitting up straight. "cmon!!! get up, you have to eat!!!" you pushed your boyfriends arms away as you laughed at his state. no attempts were made as sion just laughed and rolled onto his back. "no i was joking, they will leave some for me" he pulled his blanket all the way up to his neck before you snatched it off again. giggling to yourself as your boyfriends eyes shut open by the sudden action, you took both his hands and tried pulling him up from his laying position. "nooo baby please, you said 5 more minutes!!" trying to pull you back down by using his weight in his advantage, you stand your ground and yank his arms once more. "cmon sionnn i promise you can stay in bed all day afterwards!!!" you laughed at your bf as he groans by the thought of getting up. "if you get up now, we can watch that one movie you wanted to see later!" there was no need to repeat your words again since your bf almost jumped up immediately after you said that. eating breakfast now to rush back to bed again afterwards to stay in and watch movies with you?? suddenly the man was hungry and could not wait to try out the food you made for him.

laughing at your boyfriends sudden rushed awakening, you get pulled off the bed as well. "pinky promise, no games or play time with the others first" sion says as he stretches his arms before pulling you close in a hug again, leaning down to rest his head on top of yours. "just movies with the two of us?? mmh i will have to consider the pros and cons" you jokingly said laughing at the way you feel your bf squeeze you a little tighter. "promise, otherwise i am not moving" sion says. "ok ok ok i promise. but first breakfast!!! i even got you coffee!!" you replied to which your bf almost immediately let go of you and walked to the door; "hurry baby, i have places to be" he said as he walked through the door. laughing at your bf, you followed him back to the kitchen. once again being welcomed by a full table, this time all seats taken as your bf took his spot on the head of the table.

walking to the fridge to take out the coffee you got for your bf, you make your way to the table and finally sit down as well. sion, thanking you for the coffee, put his hand on your thigh to give it a quick squeeze as he starts eating. looking around at the left overs the younger members left for you to eat, you smile by the thought of them eating well and enjoying your food. taking your first bite yourself, ryo, why was sitting next to you, started excitedly talking about the things he had done the day before. listening to the younger one, you finish eating and put your chopsticks down, satisfied with your full belly and so immersed in your conversation with ryo, you didn't notice the others started cleaning up already. "ohhh you guys, i will clean up. you can go wash you and do your things!!" you said as the youngsters were chaotically trying to clean up their dishes.

as you were putting away the washed dishes, you felt a pair of arms sneaking around your waist. sion rested his head in the crook of your neck, you smiled at your boyfriends actions. "sionnnn i cannot clean like this" you giggled as your bf only snuggled his face even further into your neck. "mmmh it's clean y/n, very clean, has never looked better" he said as he kisses the exposed skin on your neck. laughing at the clingy boy, you put down the last few things and turn around to face your boyfriend. taking a moment to look at his pretty face, you put your arms around his neck, smiling up to your bf. sion, returning the same look on his own face, leans down as he kisses you. one.. two.. three pecks before he pulls back to lean his forehead against yours. "thank you for making us breakfast y/n, you really are the best" he says before locking your lips in another sweet kiss. a bit longer this time, fully taking in the sweet taste of your lips on his. moving your hands from behind his neck to cup his face, you smile into the kiss. feeling your boyfriends hands find their way to either side of your hips, you pull back. sion, following your lips with his, opens his eyes to look at you. once again, wondering what he did to deserve such amazing girlfriend like you.

putting your hands on his shoulders and giving him a little tap, you say; "so!!! ryo said he wanted to show me his new plushies!!! i have places to be!!" you giggled as you quickly escape your boyfriends hold and run out of the kitchen. sion who was frozen on the spot, left in disbelief for a little second, rushed out of the kitchen, running after you as you were laughing when he caught up to you and pulled you in his grip again. "nice try, you are mine the rest of the day!!!" he laughed as he walked you to his room again. "noona. do you want to play on my switch together?" sakuya asked as he walked out of his room looking for you. "your noona is already booked for today, saku, go ask ryo to play" sion said laughing as he opened the door to his bedroom, still holding you as he follows behind you. "i will play with you later saku, ok!!" you yell as your boyfriend was quick to let out a; "no she won't!!!" before he fully closes the door. leaving the maknae standing in the opening of his own bedroom looking over to yushi and riku who were already settled and cozy on the couch, watching the whole scene unfold. "i don't think noona will play with you today" yushi says as the youngest looks at him with visible question marks on his face to which riku laughingly adds; "you will understand when you get your own girlfriend"

[cinnamonsprinklestufx]

✿༺ 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 ༻✿

☆꧁✬◦°˚°◦. ʄօʟʟօա ȶɦɛ ƈʀʏֆȶǟʟ ʟɨɢɦȶ .◦°˚°◦✬꧂☆

𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

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[sikhyes]

scarred | 1

[ AO3 LINK ] a/n: this is the first part of a time travel / reincarnation / soulmates taegi au !! genre: historical / time travel / reincarnation / soulmates  pairing: taehyung / yoongi word count: 1,218 summary: Yoongi is tasked by two spirits to assassinate his past reincarnation - a mad tyrant king - to restore the balance between the living and the dead. The mission gets complicated when he meets his ex-boyfriend's past reincarnation as the king's concubine. warnings: violence (not present in this current chapter but will be in later chapters) status: incomplete / in progress NOTE:  changed taewon’s name to HANSUNG

Yoongi wakes to a slap to the face.

“Wake up,” the boy says, hands dropping below his chin to grasp at Yoongi’s clothes before shaking him awake. “Come on, wake up. You don’t want Seokjin-hyung to be the one that wakes you.”

A groan slips from chapped lips and Yoongi unwillingly forces his eyes to open, immediately greeted by a rounded nose pressed a little too closely to his face. Sleepy limbs attempt to push the boy away but he only dodges Yoongi's arms and moves to kneel behind him before pushing him to an upright position. Yoongi’s head lolls side to the side, still chasing sleep, but a loud gong breaks through and he snaps to attention.

Now alert, Yoongi takes in his surroundings. Panic starts to bubble inside him when he realizes he isn’t in his crappy apartment, but a hanok of all places. It’s clean and minimalistic, lacking any decor other than the dying plant in the corner. No one else is in the room except the mat he’d been sleeping on, the boy that woke him, and the man that hit the gong standing by the entrance.

“Give it a moment,” the man says, lifting a finger as Yoongi’s mouth snaps shut. “The memories will return so let that sink in then ask me your questions.”

Yoongi opens his mouth anyway, a string of curses ready to be spat, but an invisible force crashes into the forefront of his brain and suddenly, he’s being swallowed by the floor.

/

“I’m fucking drunk. S’all it is…”

Yoongi brings up a ringed hand to harshly rub at his eyes, as though willing away the image of the two odd, handsome men in front of him. The pub’s lighting isn’t that great, just dimming, flickering bulbs that offer enough light to help any drunkard to at least see the floor. It’s just the soju, Yoongi thinks.

“It’s not the soju,” the younger one — the one with the huge, bambi eyes and teeth that resemble a bunny — rolls his eyes. “We’re real, dipshit.”

“Watch your fucking language,” the other one snaps, delivering a sharp jab to Bunny Boy’s ribs. a yelp sounds before he’s swinging but the fist is only caught by the elder, shoving it down impatiently before both of their attention is back on Yoongi. “But Gguk’s right. We aren’t hallucinations. We’re real and we need your help, Min Yoongi.”

“How… How the fuck do you know my name?” he slurs, words slipping and sliding together without his consent.

“You look just like him,” the older one comments, ignoring Yoongi’s original question. “All except the scar. Do you know him? The scarred tyrant king?”

Yoongi takes a sloppy swing but both men just lean back, easily dodging Yoongi’s drunken attacks. “What the fuck are you two even talking about?”

Despite the silly taunts and insults the two have been exchanging since they entered the bar, something somber, ancient, and absolutely terrifying crosses both their faces as they share a knowing look. “Let’s start from the beginning. I am seokjin. This is jeongguk. We’re timeless spirits that exist beyond all mortal realms.”

Yoongi blinks. “What.”

Jeongguk lets out a sigh reminiscent of an old, patient man and gives his hand a little wave. Suddenly, the cloudiness in Yoongi’s mind dissipates and the sluggish feelings in his limbs fade, giving him a new sense of clarity that he hasn’t experienced in years, sober or not. His feline eyes narrow at Jeongguk's hand then rise up to meet Seokjin’s gaze when the man clears his throat.

“We’re spirits that need your help, Yoongi. Do you know of your heritage?”

Yoongi gives a shrug. “I know I’ve descended from some powerful clan but that’s it.”

“You're not wrong. You’re a… type of descendant of the scarred tyrant king, Yeoeul, and his meaningless wars had brought upon waves of death that even our reapers don’t agree with. Our job here is to keep the balance between the living and the dead and your king doppelganger decided to fuck with that. so we need you to kill the king.”

“But killing that king — won’t that just be killing me and my existence?”

Jeongguk shakes his head. “No. You two aren’t directly related by blood. Trust me, Seokjin-hyung and i already followed through all the possible timelines to make sure we’re choosing the right guy to assassinate the tyrant king with the least amount of rippling effect. That’s you, Yoongi.”

“Why can’t you two just kill him?”

“We can’t directly affect mortals and meddle with mortal affairs. We usually have a patron do our bidding for us,” Seokjin replies. “Now, any more questions?”

“What if I can’t kill him? I've never — I’m not a murderer.”

The two share another loaded look. “You must. I’m afraid if you don’t, this world you know will cease to exist.”

Yoongi’s eyes widen in shock. “What?! What do you — that doesn’t make any sense!”

“Think about it,” Jeongguk says. “The tyrant king took too many lives and we must restore balance. If you can’t kill the king and stop him before he starts another war, we must take lives in another era to balance out the lives lost in the previous one.”

“That doesn’t make any sense.” Yoongi’s brows furrow but before he could utter another question, Seokjin steps forward.

“Mortal minds weren’t made to solve a spirit’s problem but please, trust us on this. Our bosses are righteous beings whose only role is to keep balance and they’ll do anything to keep it that way. Emotions like sympathy and empathy are associated with mortal flaws so they don’t care whose life they have to take to restore balance. That's why it’s up to Jeongguk and I to take the mortals’ side.”

Perhaps it's the sudden clarity granted by the spirits that has Yoongi nodding his head in assent. “Where do I start?”

“Close your eyes and once you wake, your mission will begin.”

/

“Wear this,” Seokjin instructs as he places a satgat on top of Yoongi’s dark locks, adjusting it so that it reveals only below his nose. “This is a small village closest to the palace, you’ll already be branded as an outsider even before you make it obvious with your mannerisms.”

Jeongguk directs Yoongi to a mirror propped up by the wall, swift hands readjusting the hanbok that’s hanging comfortably on his shoulders. “Just refrain from cursing. or talking. You can just converse in grunts, okay?”

Yoongi scowls at their reflection before swatting away Jeongguk's fidgety hands before straightening out his own hanbok himself. “How do I even get to the king, let alone get close enough to kill?”

“He rarely leaves the palace grounds which is why Jeongguk and I got you a job as a gardener,” Seokjin reports. “You’ve just received the news yesterday and today is your very first day. You’ll be moving into the servants quarters as well. Don’t worry, you have little to pack so go and get yourself to the palace.”

Yoongi could barely say another word before he’s being ushered out the door and onto the dusty grounds of the tiny village. Carts of produce and trinkets are rolled haphazardly all over the crowded streets, tables and booths set up in front of hanoks similar to the one that Yoongi had just been kicked out of.

There seems to be only one main street, leading to the edge of the village and the other a pathway merging with worn down roads towards the grand palace, with only a few dead-end alleys in between the larger houses. Yoongi doesn’t hesitate to follow the other commoners dressed similarly as him, beige hanboks with a black and red trim that must signify a position above the peasant class but below the ranking officials.

He keeps his head down as he shuffles with the crowds until they reach the magnificent palace gates. The crowd doesn’t stop there but circles around the perimeter where a less grandiose wooden gate is being guarded by a man in a soldier’s uniform, checking the identification forms of each person. Yoongi starts to panic as he watches everyone around him bring out a piece of paper from their pockets as they wait their turn to be allowed entrance.

“Watch it,” a stranger grunts as they shoulder through impatiently, bumping into Yoongi. The movement causes a slight crinkling noise to sound from his pocket and Yoongi quickly digs into the fabric to pull out a form that states his name (Yoongi) and his occupation (apprentice gardener). It isn’t long until the soldier takes the form, deems it authentic, before he’s handing it back to Yoongi and he’s being nudged inside.

The packed line starts to disperse once they're on palace grounds; everyone seems to know exactly where they’re going.

“You there,” one calls out, a menacing and accusing finger pointed right at Yoongi. He’s dressed similar to Yoongi, beige hanbok with the black and red trim, but the sleeves are cut with gold thread. “Are you Yoongi?”

Yoongi approaches with a hesitant nod. “Yes. I’m the new—”

“The new assistant gardener. I'm Jimin and I am in charge of you.”

The man is only a centimeter or two shorter than Yoongi, dark hair thick but controlled in a uniform sleek ponytail with a black band dashed across his forehead. His eyes are sharp and calculating, full lips pursed into one of impatience. Yoongi catches a flash of recognition on Jimin's face but it’s quickly smoothed away, his face suddenly unreadable.

“Walk quickly,” Jimin says and the both of them start to walk swiftly past the open courtyard where handmaidens mill about. They circle around the pagoda where a luscious garden thrives. Yoongi wonders exactly why an extra gardener was needed, judging from the handful of men and women tending to the meticulously shaped shrubs and bushes.

“You see these shapes?” Jimin stops at shapeless bushes; Yoongi doesn’t comment but nods. “Your job is to trim any outgrown twig or leave that compromises these shapes. just continue to do so until the sun sets.”

“That’s it?” Yoongi can’t help but ask.

Jimin nods, small fingers stroking a petal delicately before his hard gaze returns to Yoongi once more. “That is all. Just do not touch the flowers,” he warns as he finally hands a couple of shears for Yoongi to take. “I have other matters to attend to. However, I will return shortly to see your progress.”

And with that, the scary small man departs.

/

Maybe the biggest inconvenience of time traveling centuries in the past may be the lack of proper time-telling tools. Yoongi isn’t sure exactly what time it is or how much had passed as he continues to circle the garden, holding the shears in his hand like a weapon as he searches for any flaw that could be cut down.

Sweat slides down ivory skin in rivulets, despite the cover provided underneath his bamboo satgat. His clammy hand lifts from his side to wipe away at his forehead and he winces at how damp his skin is.

“Water?” a voice says, a hand holding a wooden cup of water being thrusted into Yoongi’s line of sight.

The voice has Yoongi standing straight, the hairs on the nape of his neck shivering in slight anticipation at the deep timbre that hugs the man’s words.

No, no, no. How is he here? He can't be here.

Despite every alarm in his head ringing, pleading him to not face him, his body does so anyway and it takes everything in him to not drop to his knees and beg for forgiveness the moment he puts a face to the voice. But his body doesn’t do that.

“Taehyung?” Yoongi says instead, his voice barely a whisper. His knuckles are white from how tight he’s holding his shears.

Taehyung’s wearing a white hanbok and already Yoongi knows he’s a man with status here. The blue and silver designs on his chest are not as intricate as the ones he’s seen already but the fact that there are designs are enough to give away the fact that Taehyung should not be offering water to the help. Yoongi���s gaze lifts from Taehyung's attire to the slightly confused (and similar flash of recognition Yoongi saw earlier on Jimin's face) expression.

“No, my name is Hansung, I live here. You must have me mistaken for someone else.”

But the honeyed voice is the same, the sweet bronze skin that Yoongi used to trace for hours on end in a bed they used to share when time doesn’t exist between dusk and dawn. Still, Yoongi forces a laugh and gives a little shrug as he takes the offered water. “I must've.”

“Peculiar,” Hansung muses now, watching Yoongi take careful sips. “I… I almost mistook you for someone else as well.” Before Yoongi could press further, Taewon steps closer. “So are you the new gardener?”

“Yeah — had everyone been expecting me?” Yoongi chuckles dryly, readjusting the grip on his shears as he takes a slight step back. His self control usually disappears when it comes to Taehyung — or at least, Hansung in this era.

Hansung laughs and Yoongi’s heart gives a traitorous jump in his chest. “Well it depends, are you a talented gardener?”

“Of course, Why else would I be hired?” Yoongi brags and gives a snip towards the bush without even sparing it a glance. A familiar cocky smirk rests upon his lips only for it to falter as Hansung giggles behind his hand.

“Perhaps it’s your… odd choice of landscaping,” Hansung manages to say in between laughter. Yoongi glances over at his work to see a rose lobbed off, now rolling in between their feet, groaning as his cheeks flood with a hue of red that could rival the rose.

“I'm new,” Yoongi mutters as he shoves the rose into his pockets before Jimin could see.

“I can see that.” Hansung reaches into Yoongi’s pocket to take the rose for himself, slender fingers stroking the petals. “Can I have your name?”

Yoongi hesitates. “I’ve given you the rose, is it not enough?”

“No.” The firmness in his voice tells Yoongi there isn’t a point in arguing. “So your name?”

“Yoongi.”

Hansung tips his head to the side and Yoongi’s chest ache with a phantom pain; every little word, every movement, is so achingly Taehyung. “Very nice to meet you, Yoongi. Perhaps I'll come by to visit again.”

Both men drop their heads in a polite bow, Yoongi lower than the other, before Hansung takes his leave to join two other men that greet him casually. Yoongi turns back to his favored shrub and snips off the rest of the rose stem to match length with the rest.

About another hour passes by, judging by the sun’s position in the sky, when a sudden call has everyone standing to attention before bowing deeply at an angle of ninety degrees. Yoongi’s quick to mimic everyone else, peeking at the corner of his eye to see if the closest gardener to his right is still bowing.

A sudden marching noise comes from the left of the garden where the entrance is and Yoongi chances a look. An ornate palanquin is being carried by eight men, two for each pole. The chair itself has a tall poster frame that’s similarly designed to the black and red pagoda of the palace grounds with red sheer fabric to veil the person inside, casting only a red-tinted silhouette.

The tiny parade stops in the center of the garden and the eight men lower the palanquin carefully. Two men on the right side of the palanquin lift the veils aside before another two men help the honored guest out.

“Your majesty,” one of the men proclaims and everyone in the garden rises. “We hope the garden is to your liking.”

The king has his back facing Yoongi and the platinum blond hair is a sharp contrast against the black band wrapped around his forehead, matching his black hanbok. His topknot is secured with an opulent hair piece and a matching golden binyeo .

“We will see,” the king says and when he turns to Yoongi’s direction, Yoongi nearly topples over because the king is a spitting image of himself, save for the angry red scar slashed through his left eye.

[hysenie]

☆ hello! welcome :D

well hi! i'm nini [i use they/them pronouns] and i decided to open this writing blog for some my favorite groups 😭 tho i ult and stan a lot more groups,, i honestly have no idea how this works so for the mean time imma post some writings i have. i do take requests/suggestions! [check the link in my bio!] or if you just wanna send me an ask or message im up for it :D here's groups i write for:

riize

zerobaseone (no yj!)

boynextdoor (no wh!)

psychic fever

the boyz

nct (127, wayv, dream and u)

seventeen

i only write fluff, angst and some suggestive stuff but no explicit smut. any constructive feedback would be appreciated, seriously. so, thanks! see you around 💫

—nini🍄

[voguerps]

pode indicar partners que escrevem bem, por favor?

Claro, meu doce. Vou dizer aqueles com os quais já comecei a escrever ou então já vi na dash e pensei, meu deus olha a jk rowling ali. Mas eu não jogo com todo mundo na tag e sei que tem muita gente aqui que é super talentosa mesmo sem ter qualquer plot, então minha lista não é definitiva. Meus partners são @ludwrites, @poirotplots, @yas-suo, @topangawritxs, @sabelwrites, @winter-1x1, @apollofrps, @silentauri, @laufeysonplots, @monique1x1, @blackfishwrites, @slytherinplots, @contessinas, @juleswrits, @peterpcrkr. Vou te indicar também aqueles com quem tenho plots LINDOS mas ainda não começamos a escrever, que são @nahshedidnot, @pennyplots, @capituwrites, @brazuca1x1, @winterrwrites, @theo1x1, @khaleesiplots, @ygrctte, @niniwriting, @madu1x1 e eu posso ter esquecido de alguém mas você pode conferir a minha lista de amores da vida, aka parterns mais lindos do mundo, bem aqui. E tem eu, anon, e sendo generosa comigo mesma ( algo que eu sempre gosto de ser )… me recomendo. Vou te dar plots cheios de amor e drama, muitos memes, muitas edits, muitos headcanons aleatórios e prometo te amar de todo coração. Veja bem! Muitos beijos, benzinho. 

[ladyofmeadows]

@niniwrites

non-latine people: PINEAPPLE ON PIZZA!!! DISGUSTED!! BLOCKED!!! STOP!!! WE MUST OPPRESS THEM!!!

meanwhile, in latinoamerica:

[lightwormsiblings]

Why are asks limited now? Who asked for this? Anyway, fic rec cont.: Hopelessly Devoted to You is a childhood friends to lovers that will make you GET YOUR LIFE!!! I can always trust cryptic to come thru for me. 4. A Year of Third Wheels by niniwrites and notcyrptic: it's that good Hogwarts shit that I'VE never read, but I'm sure you'll love bc I trust these authors with my life. 4a. And while wee're on the subject, just check out the whole Ao3 collection A Force This Powerful! List done-for now

I’ve gotten so many new hp aus from asking about hs aus and I kinda love it haha!! Thanks for the recs

[goldierey]

baby, i'm your biggest fan! | percy jackson smau

PAIRING - percy jackson x f!reader

GENRE - strangers to lovers, friends to lovers, (playful) rivals to lovers

SUMMARY - yn's finally got her dream: joining ucla's women's gymnastics team. her new teammates are nice enough and she's even made friends with one of them, annabeth chase. but with this new friendship comes all of annabeth's friends. including percy jackson.

WARNINGS - swearing, dirty jokes, kys/kms/death jokes (will add as time goes on)

PROFILES - | wannabe olympians | leo stop | ucla gymnasts |

CHAPTERS

chapter one - there’s a new girl on team.

chapter two - can someone control him.

chapter three - help a guy out.

chapter four - when i get my degree.

author's note - guys i just came up with this randomly and i really want to write it so i'm putting it out here so you guys can remind me to work on it. you don't need to know ANYTHING about gymnastics to read, i'll mostly just be mentioning skills. i'm going to be using sofia chwe as yn's face claim! it just makes it easier for me to visualize

taglist - (please send an ask if you want to join!)

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[goldierey]

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i can’t help falling in love with you (jon snow x gn!reader)

in which? you wash jon's hair.

what are we listening to? can't help falling in love with you, haley reinhart.

warnings? mentions of scarring!!

words? 416.

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You sit on a stool, facing the tub where Jon sits. His shoulders are stiff, hands clenching on the tub’s rim.

“Jon,” you say softly, moving the stool closer. “Relax.”

“I-“ he whispers, “I don’t think I can.”

It breaks your heart, to look at his scars and know that he will never feel safe, even in your presence.

You bend over, hovering your head over his shoulder. “That’s alright,” you murmur as you press a kiss to his skin.

You sit back, grabbing the cup that had been on the nearby table and dipping it into the water. “Lean further into the water, my lord.”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that,” he says as he wiggles deeper in the tub, the tops of his knees popping out of the water.

You bring the cup over his hair, letting the warm water run over his head. “Did you?”

Jon’s small laugh warms your belly. “I did.”

Setting the cup back on the table, you take the hair oil from the table and add a few drops to your hands. 

You work the oil into a small lather and place your hands in his hair. You work at the knots in his raven hair, scratch at his scalp. You revel in the way he sighs, how he finally allows his shoulders to drop.

“My love,” he groans.

You quirk a brow, even though he can’t see it. “Yes?”

“Thank you.”

You pick the cup back up and dunk it under. “There is nothing to thank.”

“There is everything to thank.”

After the cup fills up, you run it over his hair again, letting the oil run out as you comb through it with your fingers.

“If you hadn’t found me when you did…”

You shush him, standing and moving to sit on the rim of the tub. You clutch at his face, tilting his head up to look you in the eye. “Do not say such things. You are here, with me, as you were meant to be.”

He lifts his arms out of the tub, wraps them around your waist, and drags you in with a small splash.

A sharp cry leaves your lips as the water seeps through your thin nightgown. You slap at his chest weakly. “Jon!”

He gives you a little grin. “I love you.”

And you can’t help the way you melt, the way you lean in to kiss him. 

You can’t help how much you love him.

[goldierey]

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i adore you, enough to get dizzy (leo valdez x child of hecate!reader)

in which? leo and reader adore each other.

what are we listening to? adore u, seventeen.

words? 422.

notes? this was a prompt given to me by a nonnie! thank you for your sweet words! <3 here is the prompt - "hiii I loved your Leo fic, could you do something for Leo x a daughter of hecate? or something to the song Moves by Suzi Waterhouse? I don't mind I just love your work <3 <3 <3"

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Illusions have always been your specialty, but maybe not this specific one. 

Lou-Ellen has asked you to try and conjure an illusion of a house. She says it’s to practice holding an illusion, but you think it’s because she misses her father.

Your eyes are screwed shut, your hands twitching as you put the finishing touches on the living room. You’ve tried to make the place look a cozy chaotic mess, but doing that is not easy when your boyfriend keeps asking ridiculous questions.

“Babe, would I look good with blonde hair?” Leo asks, twisting again in your lap. 

The vision of Leo as a blonde pops in your head, effectively ruining any sense of control you had on the illusion.

The fake house cracks and shatters like glass, and when you open your eyes and peer down at Leo, he’s got a grin on his face.

“Mi vida!” he cheers, his hands reaching up to pinch your cheeks. “You’ve come back to me!”

“Leo,” you say patiently, “I need to practice.”

“Okay, but you didn’t answer the question.”

You stare at him, narrowing your eyes playfully. He mimics your face. “No, you wouldn’t.”

He gasps, “Baby!”

“What?” you laugh. “You asked!”

“Mi vida, you were supposed to say yes,” he whines.

“Do you want me to use the Mist to make you blonde?” you ask. “Why do you want to be blonde anyway?”

Leo shrugs, bony shoulders digging into your thighs. “I dunno. I was just thinking about it.”

“Well,” you say as you caress his face, “I think I prefer you brunette.”

A little smile blooms on his face. “You think so, baby?”

A responding grin appears on your face as well, the force of it scrunching your eyes. You’re so immensely fond of this silly, silly boy.

“Yes, my love,” you whisper, dipping down to kiss his lips, once, twice. His hand flies up to your hair, tangling his fingers in it to keep your lips on his. You pull away with a short but content huff. 

“Corãzon,” he says lovingly, pretty brown eyes staring at you full of wonder. 

You’ll never know what you did to deserve him.

“Yes?”

“You should illusion us a house. Ya know, I want something kind of big, with a huge couch because I love couches and-”

His rambling goes on for a while, but you’ll listen to it for as long as you can. You love that boy. 

You’d listen to anything he has to say as long as you’re by him.

[goldierey]

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i'm talking nonsense! (leo valdez x gn! reader)

in which? leo gets his act together.

what are we listening to? nonsense, sabrina carpenter.

warnings? set in a mortal au!

words? 476.

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Leo Valdez never claimed that he didn’t think about you a lot.

He just…merely suggested that he didn’t. That’s not bad.

But when he’s over studying and when he goes on his phone, he’s overcome with the feeling that he needs to call you. Life or death. He swears it!

So he does.

“Hey!” you greet when you pick up his call. “I thought you said you were studying?”

“I was!” he defends. “I really was!”

Your laugh sounds like bells chiming in his ears. It twists his stomach around and he rolls like a madman on his bed.

“Hey, what’s that sound?” you ask. 

“I’m trying to get comfy,” Leo says with a huff. He knows he’d feel better if you were next to him. 

“Oh, hey, I gotta go,” you say, a clatter sounding in the background. “I’m going out with the girls.”

Disappointment fills his stomach. “Yeah. Yeah, no problem.” He forces himself to keep the hurt he feels out of his voice. “Talk later?”

You hum absentmindedly and hang up.

Leo’s night is ruined.

He must have lost his mind. One short phone call can not have this much of an effect on him, he won’t allow it. Because that means that he really does think about you a lot. And he doesn’t! He really, really doesn’t.

He looks back down at his phone, sees your contact name and changes it.

-

don’t leave me alone

hey leo!! you up to party with us tonight??

-

Okay, so maybe he lied. Maybe he does think about you a lot, which is why he’s here in the first place. 

The party is loud and hot, but with you pressed against him and the wall, he doesn’t mind it.

You’re whispering in his ear, a silly story about Percy and Hazel, but he can’t bring himself to focus. He wants to kiss you.

And when you wrap your arms around his neck, he does. 

It’s just a small press of his lips on yours, but it’s enough to make him go wild. He holds your face gently, stroking your cheekbones. You’re clutching at his shoulders.

He pulls back and you send him the biggest and best smile he’s ever seen.

Leo buries his face in your shoulder, making your chest shake with laughter.

“Why’re you acting so shy now?” you tease, toying at his hair with your hands, twisting the curls around your fingers.

“I don’t- I- Uh-“

“Baby,” you giggle, “I can’t understand you. What did you say?”

Leo looks up, stares at you. And then it just blurts out his mouth. “Date me?”

Your pretty eyes begin to blink rapidly and he can feel your face warm from where he’s still holding it. But you give him another gorgeous smile, lip gloss shining in the dim light and say, “I thought you’d never ask.”

[goldierey]

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my life is waiting for you ( jason grace + child of jevantus!reader)

in which? jason grace comes home.

what are we listening to? mago, gfriend.

ship? jason grace + child of jevantus (hebe) reader.

words? 354.

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As a daughter of Jevantus, the rest of the legion never put much faith in your abilities. Even if you had friends in higher places, like Jason or Reyna, you still needed to work twice as hard as the others.

It’s paid off.

You stand beside Reyna as acting Praetor, standing in the forum as the Greek warship hovers over your city.

You grab Reyna’s hand, for a moment uncaring how professional it may or may not look. But she squeezes your hand tight and doesn’t let go until a rope ladder swings over the edge of the ship, the bottom brushing the grass.

You’ve been waiting for a day like this for months. To see Jason again? It’s a dream come true.

The group of Greeks walk forward, a blonde girl leading the way. She carries herself proudly, you notice quickly. It’s in the way her jaw is tilted up and how she looks around at the legion. It’s almost the same as Reyna, only this girl means it.

They stop in front of you and Reyna. Your friend looks them over with a calculating eye. You can see the Hispanic boy shiver.

Then, the whispers come.

They murmur his name.

The Greeks split and Jason’s finally in front of you.

His hair is shining in the sunlight, golden like the crown his father must wear. His eyes, though. They look haunted, somehow even more than they did before he left.

“Hey,” Jason says with a smirk. He’s looking at you. “Did you miss me?”

You step forward, the urge to hit him over and over strong in your mind. You raise your arm up quickly, aiming for his head.

Your hand tangles in his hair and you pull him down to your lips. You kiss him the way you’ve wanted to since the day you met him.

When you pull away, Jason looks starstruck. “Oh my gods.”

You smile and take your other hand to cup his face. “What if I did?”

He grins, his scar on his upper lip disappearing with the force of it. “I’d say I missed you too.”

[goldierey]

chapter three - help a guy out.

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author’s note - now it really starts 😆🤗

tags - @lara20aral @job-ross-the-second @mereasarus @pleasingregulus @priniya @tinybitofhope @itzmeme @coldwayhome @i-secretly-bark @simpingmyassoff @maybxlle

[yushi-ni]

NCT WISH ✨🎀🪷 heart eyes for you ᯓ★

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ masterlist 🧚🏼🩵✨

small things you do that make wish realize how much they love you. little moments that make them fall in love over and over again. ᯓᡣ𐭩 nothing special i am sorry but i am trying to find my own way of writing so i am trying out a bunch of things for now!!!!! i hope you enjoy it 🎀🎀!!!!

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hyung line; (maknaes)

오시온 - oh sion ⊹₊⟡⋆

sion always has his eyes on you. you could be sitting across from him at the dining table or on the other side of the room playing with one of his younger members; sion followed your every move. he made it no secret that he was in utterly in love with you. since you often come over to the dorms to see your bf, you had gotten very close to the other five guys as well. as you were all spending time together, sakuya and you found yourselves in a very competitive game with each other. sakuya being sakuya had no mercy for you and was determined to win. the other guys slowly turned their full attention towards you two and your game quickly turned into a 3-3 team match while sion, who watched you guys play from his spot on the couch, caught himself staring at you as a smile grew on his face. you were laughing and fooling around with his members as your eyes locked with your boyfriend. smiling at him you waved him over to sit next to you and join the game, which he let slide with a smile, enjoying the moment of you guys playing together. everyone knows sion loves his members but nothing can compare to what he feels for you. it's the way you carry yourself and fill up every room with your bright energy and laughter that makes him fall for you over and over again every day. the fact you get along with his members makes him so happy. he loves how you take care of the younger ones and go along in their little mischievous actions, playing games with them just like now. sharing laughs and fun times as your boyfriend fondly reminds himself to tell you he loves you as soon as he gets you alone again later.

마에다 리쿠 - maeda riku ⊹₊⟡⋆

riku loves a lazy sunday morning. no schedules, no alarm clocks, no rushing out of the door or quick goodbyes as both of you parted ways to get to work on time. just you and him. the sun was peeking in through the opening of the blinds, hitting the wall and lighting up the room with a cozy and warm atmosphere. riku always wakes up before you. he turns towards you, running his fingers through your hair as he smiles at your sleeping state. he lets his eyes wander over your soft features, taking in all the little details of your face. he could stare at you for hours on end and often gets lost in his thoughts as he looks at you. he couldn't help himself, you just look so cute laying next to him. as he brushes his thumb over your cheek, he feels you leaning into his touch. not opening your eyes just yet, you softly smile mirroring the big smile on your boyfriends face. riku, who was both happy you were awake but also sad he could not look at your cute sleeping face anymore, cupped your face and chuckles at the way you slowly opened your eyes not ready to be faced with the bright light yet. you let out a little "goodmorning" and smile at your bf who placed a soft kiss on your forehead when he feels your arms sneaking around his waist as you snuggle your face into his chest. riku feels the warmth from your body onto his and couldn't help the heat creeping up to his cheeks. no matter how long you guys are already together, his heart still skips a beat when you hold onto him or cuddle into him. he wished you guys could just stay like this forever. just holding you in his arms. he gives you another kiss on your head as he takes in this moment a little bit longer as the quiet and peaceful sunday morning gets cut short again as the sound of his members slowly waking up as well start to fill the dorm with lively noise.

토쿠노 유우시 - tokuno yushi ⊹₊⟡⋆

yushi is a quiet observer of the things around him. finding it difficult to express his emotions - feelings with words. he rather shows how much he loves you in other ways. you yourself also have your own ways to show your love and affection for others. one of them being cooking and baking yummy food for the people you care about. you get satisfaction and happiness when you see others eat well. especially your bf, who works hard all day. you are busy in the kitchen, preparing a simple meal for your bf as he walks through the door being greeted by the yummy smell of your cooking. quickly making his way to the kitchen he is met with your back towards him, softly humming along to the music. "ohhh hiii yushi, i didn't hear you come in. the food will be ready soon!!" you said as you turned around seeing your bf got home. yushi sat down at the table, watching you fidgeting with your hands as you finish up the food. he couldn't help but smile at the sight in front of him. he loves the way your face looks when you are concentrating on something or the way your small hands just look so cute being busy with doing five things at the same time. as you make your way to the table you hand your bf his plate with food and sit down next to him. yushi, not even paying attention to his food looks at you as you take your first bite. taking in the way your cheeks fill up with food and your eyes softly close as you chew and take a little moment to relax, he finds himself staring at you as his mind wanders off to how lucky he is to have you. before you can even question why he has not started eating yet you feel a soft kiss on your cheek. you turn towards him and smile "what is that for??" you giggle. "just because" he says softly before planting a little kiss on your lips. smiling at you as he leans back again, watching your face lit up with a warm smile as you look at your bf, mirroring the same look on his face as he cannot hide the affection he has for you. in his eyes, you are the most beautiful person ever. in and out. he could stare at you for hours and still find a new thing he loves about you. to be able to call you his, is something he still finds hard to believe.

[goldierey]

chapter one - there’s a new girl on team.

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