#sry it's been so vibrant

[darkstar225]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tiffany - Baby! 

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

Tiffany - What happened, sweetheart? Are you okay?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I’ll love my dear chosen family forever.

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

[icarusignite]

The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you

Alfred the great x POC! Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3k (angst/hurt-no comfort, yearning, religious imagery, blasphemy)

Dedicated to @justasightseer , sry this took me so long yet again lol

A/N: lol lowkey hurt myself writing this. So technically this is now complete, but if yall want another part, lemme know (fair warning though, them reconciling wouldn't be a very realistic ending but i am happy to write us a delulu happy ending where he proposes to reader lol). Also plz someone tell me you liked the religious imagery. I went a little nuts writing it <33

Part 1

"Perhaps it was sacrilegious, but what was a little blasphemy in the face of something this holy."

"Good morning, Your Majesty. And how are we feeling today?"

As the soft, early morning light streamed into the library, a sense of tranquillity hung in the air. With your trusty satchel slung over your shoulder, you approached the king for his daily check-up, giving him one of your best smiles. Although, if he was being honest with himself, all the smiles you gave him were your best. The veil that draped over your shoulders today was a vibrant green, and it reminded Alfred of early spring. 

"I'm much better these days," the Saxon king grinned at you, feeling almost boyish. It was the highlight of his days, these mornings spent with you tending to him. "It's all due to your hard work and dedication," he added. 

You inclined your head, acknowledging the king's words with humility, sporting slightly red cheeks at his compliment.  

"It is my utmost pleasure and honour to be of service to you, Your Grace. Your health is of paramount importance."

As you approached the king, who was seated comfortably on the divan that had been brought in for him, your nimble fingers deftly unfastened your satchel's clasps, revealing the carefully prepared herbs that had been instrumental in King Alfred's recovery. With meticulous care, you began to administer the prescribed treatment, all the while keeping a gentle conversation that offered solace and companionship.

"Excuse me then, Your Majesty. I need to take your pulse."

When you reached out to put your fingers around his slender wrist, Alfred froze, heart thundering in his chest at the touch. His breath hitched when you stepped a little closer, a faint floral scent enveloping him. By God, you smelled like spring too. Alfred closed his eyes.

You completed your assessment quickly and pulled back with a sheepish smile, mumbling a quiet apology for invading his personal space, but the King paid it no mind. In fact, his fingertips brushed against the sleeves of your dress, fighting the urge to pull you into him. 

The King was in love. There was no doubt about it. He had suspected it yes, back when he watched you sleep right here in this library, but the feeling had only solidified as time passed. It had been a while since he felt like this. He didn't even think he was capable of loving again, not after the death of his beloved Aelswith. He was somewhat ashamed to admit that yes, he had been with quite a few women after that, but there were no feelings involved. It was simply temptation, a weakness of the flesh. 

"It is good to see you doing better, Your Highness. Now that I have shown your healers the English substitutions of many of the herbs I use, they will be able to brew you these tonics even after I am gone. You will be in good hands."

Alfred looked up at her in alarm, snapped out of his internal reverie. You would be leaving? Why didn't he think of that? Of course, you would be leaving. Wessex was not your home. You likely had a family, someone you cherished back home. You had to leave one day, but the thought of not having you in his life sent an aching jolt through his heart. The feeling was so visceral, so real that he closed his eyes and winced. 

You gasped and rushed to his side, fingers splayed on his arm as you murmured your concerns frantically. Alfred finally opened his eyes to look at you, a little taken aback at your proximity. if he leaned forward just a few inches, he could kiss you. He could kiss that damned frown off your face. Instead, with great restraint, he nodded. 

"I am perfectly alright. Just a spell of unpleasantness," he waved his hand dismissively. 

You reluctantly pulled back, "Are you sure, Your Grace? I-I wasn't expecting such a reaction. The medication I gave you is not meant to have such side effects. Perhaps I might reevaluate your treatment plan again?"

"No!" the king blurted. "It has nothing to do with that I am sure."

How was he to tell you that you were the cause of his pain? You were both his downfall and his salvation, both poison and cure. 

"Are you sure, You-"

"Stop!" the King snapped. 

You blinked, a flash of hurt flashing across your eyes. 

"No, no, I did not mean..." Alfred sighed and ran a hand down his face. "I am sorry. I did not mean to speak that way to you."

"It is quite alright, Your Majesty. You may speak however you wish."

You bowed your head, not quite meeting his eyes. How presumptuous of you, to imagine that you and the king could be friends. He was still the king, and you were just...you. It was audacious of you to even feel offended at his tone. He was free to treat you as he pleased and you swallowed the tears that you felt bubbling in your throat. It was foolish. A mere traveller and the king. There was no room for anything else between the two of you. It was foolish to even feel this way. It was foolish the way your heart raced every time you saw him and the way you looked forward to your daily conversations. It was foolish that your heart had begun to yearn for something that could never be yours. 

As if sensing your internal anguish, Alfred finally gave in to temptation and wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you down to sit next to him. You comply, too immersed in your thoughts to realize that you were practically seated on his lap now. 

"I am truly sorry, you know," Alfred whispered. "It's just that...I was wondering if I might ask you for a favour?"

Slowly, you looked up at him, into his striking eyes and for a moment you couldn't speak. 

Alfred couldn't help the smirk that twitched at his lips at your speechlessness. 

"Do not worry, it is not something you are not capable of giving me."

"I-Alright, Your Grace. If it is within my power, then who would I be to deny you."

"See. That right there. I want you to call me Alfred. No more Your Grace this, Your Majesty that. Just Alfred."

"I could never, Your Gr-"

"Please..." the king's voice was ragged. 

"But-"

"Please," he said again, softer. 

A prayer. A plea. 

"But you are the king," you protested. 

"It is a heavy mantle to bear. I am always the king. But sometimes, I would just like to be Alfred, the man. So, at least while we are alone, I would like to be referred to as...just Alfred."

Your eyes softened at the desperation in his voice and you graced him with one of your radiant smiles. God, you were dazzling. 

"Very well then, just Alfred," you teased. "If you promise I won't be beheaded for it..."

Then you realized that you were still seated in his lap and a fierce crimson blush spread up from your neck to your cheeks. You hurriedly moved to stand but the king wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you back down. You gasped in surprise, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders for support. 

You just stared at him, eyes wide, equal parts terror and anticipation. You were on his lap. You were face to face with the fucking king of Wessex and yet all you wanted to do was press your lips to his. You must be utterly insane. 

Lucky for you, Alfred was just as insane.

"Are you married?"

A startled laugh broke free from your chest as you wrinkled your brows in confusion, "What?"

"Are. You. Married?" the king enunciated slowly, eyes drilling into yours with a ferocious intensity. "Or Betrothed. Or whatever... are you a woman spoken for?"

"What? Absolutely not! Why would I be-"

There would be time later for Alfred to rejoice about the fact that you were not, or for him to wonder how someone as breathtaking as you wasn't. For now, there was just you, and him and the searing heat of your hands pressed you into his shoulders. He lifted his hand gingerly, his movements painstakingly slow, allowing you plenty of time to pull away, to push him, to run. 

When you didn't, he let his fingertips trail up your jaw to cup your face. You stilled, your breath catching in your throat. You couldn't breathe. When he brushed his thumb across your cheekbone, you just about passed out. 

"Is this alright?"

You didn't say anything. You couldn't say anything. The words were stuck in your throat. 

"Say something..." Alfred's voice was low and raw. He was scared. Scared he had offended you. Scared he had pushed you away forever. 

"It-it's more than alright," you finally choked out. 

That was all he needed, and perhaps that was all you needed too, because it wasn't clear who made the next move. There was just a breath of silence, and stillness before the two of you were crashing into each other. Drowning. 

 Alfred kissed like he prayed. With a devotion so dedicated that it left you breathless. His lips moulded into yours and you sighed against him, your arms going to wrap around his neck, pulling him closer. 

"Please."

A prayer. A plea. A call to the divine. 

Alfred's eyes were closed. He was drowning. He was drowning and you were the breath in his lungs. You were proof that God existed because who else could have created a creature of such perfection? You were the heavens brought to Earth and Alfred would spend the rest of his days on his knees, thankful to have gotten a taste of your sacred lips. 

Perhaps it was sacrilegious, the thoughts he had about you now, but what was a little blasphemy in the face of something this holy. 

A sudden knock on the door sent you jumping from your seat, pupils blown wide, and chest heaving, and Beocca's probing voice for his king, sent you skittering across the room. When the old priest entered the library, you were out of sight behind some shelf, pretending to be engrossed in one of the manuscripts should someone spot you. 

"Ah, there you are Your Grace," Beocca smiled as he approached the king with a nod. "And how are your treatments going?"

Beocca's smile faded when he saw the glazed look in Alfred's eyes. It was only there a moment before the king quickly schooled his face into a scowl, but the old priest had sharp eyes. 

"Pardon the interruption, then, Your Grace," Beocca sighed. "Were you with one of your...women then? You are being careful I hope. Edward is nearly of age, and we have no time to be dealing with another...situation...that would rival his claim."

"You speak out of turn, Beocca!" Alfred snapped. "How I conduct myself in my private affairs is none of your concern."

"Of course, my King, I come from a place of concern...there are rumours."

"What rumours?"

Beocca hesitated, "Nothing too serious."

"When I ask a question, I expect it to be answered clearly, Beocca."

"It...it's your foreign healer, my King. Some of the ealdormen feel as though you have been spending too much of your time with her. They feel as though your efforts might be better suited to finding an appropriate bride."

"They want me to find a wife?" there was a dangerous glint in Alfred's eyes and the old priest knew he had to tread lightly. 

"I am sure it is just so that they can present their own daughters as candidates. I am just informing you, Your Majesty, so that you proceed with caution. There are many who seek to bring about your downfall and they are not above over scrutinizing every action."

Alfred sighed, heart sinking. He was fully aware of your presence in the room and he was not pathetically optimistic enough to hope that you hadn't overheard this conversation. He pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation and sighed. 

"If that will be all, then leave me be, Beocca. I shall...take your words into consideration."

"If I may, Your Grace..." the priest hesitated. 

"Go on then, you always do."

"While I have greatly appreciated the lady's presence here at court, and it is truly joyous to see you in good health again, perhaps it is time for her to return home. She has taught us much and I believe our healers here in Wessex will be able to properly administer her treatments to you now."

"Leave Beocca."

"Yes, Your Grace."

As the door closed softly behind the priest, there was a stifling silence in the room. 

"You may come out now," Alfred muttered dejectedly. "I...I am sorry you had to hear that."

Your hurried form rushed out from the back corner of the library, making a feeling for the door. The king, in his panic, stood immediately, reaching to grab your elbow before you could leave. You pulled away from his touch as if it burned. His heart plummeted. 

"Apologies, Your Majesty. I must be taking my leave now," you bobbed your head in a bow, a curtain of your hair escaping the confines of your undone veil and falling over your face, obscuring your expression from him. 

So you were back on formal terms then. The Your Majesty grated on his nerves and he stepped forward to grab your wrist again, pulling you closer. Then, he pressed his fingertips against your chin, urging you to lift your head. 

What he saw when you did broke his heart. 

Tears streamed down your face. You had your lips pressed tightly into a thin line and your fingers clenched into fists. When you caught the expression on Alfred's face, you ducked your head and moved to pull away again.

"Wait, don't go, please..." 

The desperation in his voice might have moved you, if you weren't so incredibly consumed by the weight of your own self-loathing. You felt so utterly pathetic. He was a king, and you were nothing. What did you even expect? He had had other women clearly, judging by the words his priest spoke to him just moments ago. You would be nothing more than another notch in his bedpost if you allowed this to continue any further. Already you had debased yourself. You could not bear to lose any more dignity. 

With great difficulty, you freed yourself from his grip. 

"Will you at least let me explain," he called out after you. 

A strangled laugh burst out of you, fresh tears charting their course down your flushed cheeks. With a sudden surge of recklessness, you turned back toward him. 

"Explain what? You don't have to explain anything to a mere foreigner such as myself, Your Majesty. And Beocca was correct. I do think I have overstayed my welcome here in Wessex. I will leave detailed notes on your treatments with your healers and take the next ship back to Baghdad. Rest assured I will leave you in good hands."

Alfred shook his head frantically, "I do not want to be left in good hands. I want..."

"What? What is it that you want?" you scoffed. "What is it you want that you do not already have?"

You. I want you. For the longest time, all I have wanted was you. 

"I want you to stay," was all he said. 

Perhaps it was not quite what he had wanted to convey but it was the closest thing that he could push past his lips at the moment. 

"It appears you are the only one then. It is clear to me that I am of no more use here."

"I want you!" the king blurted. 

Then you really scoffed, your eyes sharp and angry. 

"How will you have me then, Alfred? In secluded corners, under the cover of darkness?" you spat, your voice venomous, but your stricken eyes and tear-stained face betrayed your pain. "I will not be your whore. I will not be your mistress. I deserve better than that!"

Alfred inhaled sharply. You had said his name. It was lovely. You had said his name and the syllables were right at home on your lips, just as he was too. The circumstances were all wrong but he could not help but marvel at it all the same. 

"You cannot deny it, can you? You have nothing else to give me!"

"But I-"

"Don't say it," you pleaded. 

Perhaps the king should have listened to you. 

"I-I care for you."

"That is irrelevant!"

"I have come to love you!"

"That is not enough!" you exclaimed. 

Alfred stepped forward, taking your hands in his. You let him. 

"What will be then?" he asked, urgency laced in every syllable. 

"Nothing," you sobbed. "I will not be your plaything, and you will not marry me. This is how it must be."

"I could-"

"Don't! You. Will. Not. Marry. Me. Your people would never accept a foreign queen, much less one who isn't Catholic."

"Is that what you want then? To be Queen?"

"What I want is to be respected. To have my honour, my dignity. I will not have that taken from me."

Alfred pressed a reverent kiss to the backs of your hands, "You will have it. You will be respected."

"Not as your whore. Not as the woman their king beds while his people pressure him to find a lawful wife."

"Please."

There it was again. A prayer and a plea. 

"You can't say it, can you? You can't say that you will marry me because you know it's impossible."

A single tear escaped the king's eye, streaking down his face. You were already insane you thought. What was a little more insanity? You reached up and brushed the stray thing from his cheeks. He stiffened at your touch, closing his eyes and leaning into it. 

Then you pulled away and he was left missing your warmth. When you walked out the door, he did not stop you. He did not stop you to tell you that you were already the queen of his heart and that anything else was a mere triviality he could deal with. 

Alfred, king of Wessex had a duty. A duty to his kingdom, a duty to the future of Christianity and a united England. A duty to his children, and his people. Alfred, the king, was revered, respected, and had a reputation to uphold. 

However, all Alfred, the man, could think about was the feeling of your lips against his and the broken betrayed way you looked at him when he told you he loved you. Alfred, the man, was only human and there was no desire more human than the one to love and be loved in return. Not revered, not worshipped, just loved. 

[shouyuus]

omg new theme!!! i love van gogh too!! aHHHH. care to share more about why impressionism paintings are a favourite? 🎤🎤 -- @anonymilk

milk!!! u always ask the best questions TBH

for me, it's actually a pretty selfish reason (at least in the beginning it was) but basically i've taken traditional art classes for like. almost my entire life. and while i studied a lot of different mediums (pencil, colored pencil, water color, gouache, acrylics, etc) oil painting has always been my fav. and during my painting classes, we were asked to pick pieces of art to copy, to learn the techniques and styles behind the paintings.

(cut for length omf im so sry i can yap about impressionism all day)

and i was never patient enough (or technically skilled enough tbh) to copy renaissance paintings, bc im actually quite garbage at painting people, so i went with a bunch of impressionism/post-impresisonism paintings like van gogh and gauguin, monet and manet, renoir and degas, and the list goes on. but through this, i grew to REALLY love impressionistic art, and how you can clearly see its an interpretation, and its not shy about broadcasting that fact. they're not trying to create a picture-perfect vision of the person/place/thing they're painting, but rather to elicit some sort of emotional resonance. there's a story in the painting (not to say that there aren't stories and interpretive strokes in traditional portraiture or landscape art, but u know what i mean), and it forces you to try and reckon with the kind of message the artist was trying to send.

as for van gogh, specifically i adore him bc of this one line that i truly forget where i heard it from but it goes something like "he took all of his sadness and suffering and turned it into something vibrant, something beautiful" which sdlksjdf!! idk JUST spoke??? to me? bc. i've dealt with depression my ENTIRE life, and i can understand the art that comes from being in the depths of despair.

and the thought that that kind of suffering -- the endless, spiraling, black-hole kind -- could be channeled into something synonymous with beauty and movement... it made me hopeful that maybe all the hurt that i was personally going thru didn't just have to be an unwanted thing that i suffered through in silence.

that it could be something beautiful, or that it already is.

it touches on a few linked concepts that i rly adore, not just in painting but in classical literature, in myths and folklore, in religion and also just in every day life -- that beauty is pain, that love is a sort of cruelty, but that both those things might be turned into art that lingers long after the artist is gone, to go on and incite conversations in the future, to inspire those who want to be inspired, and to show people that they aren't alone in this darkness.

that perhaps the worst parts of you are what make u human. and that's the most beautiful, memorable, artistic thing of all.

[www-jungwon]

★﹐operation kdrama: teaser﹗

pairing jungwon x fem!reader ༉‧₊˚✧

synopsis this summer, y/n (fierce lover of kdramas) is determined to have her very own kdrama romance, and even starts a twitter acc documenting it. things take an unexpected turn when someone leaks screenshots of her tweets to her kdrama enemy, yang jungwon, and y/n finds her perfect kdrama romance turning more enemies-to-lovers than she planned.

˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩ every episode is inspired by a different kdrama ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

word count ~200 (i'm sry it's so short 😭 the profiles r coming out on sunday thooo)

tw mentions of feeling useless, discontentment with life

notes help the series is starting soon??? anyway send kdrama recs bc i actually need them for the series lol also i had to reuse the netflix thing bc i spent sm time on it pls humor me (might make it the cover it’s just kinda busy lol)

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ send an ask to be added to the taglist (or if you have a kdrama rec; or both)

oh also jsuk this teaser is written but the series is mainly going to be sm !!

try and guess which kdrama the first ep. is based off of lol

The sunset peeks out from the corner of your window, left uncovered by curtains that fell askew after you carelessly dropped them down this morning. You peel them away from the glass, staring at the sky. It’s an azure blue that falls into a vibrant sapphire, and the orange of the sun lights up the edges of the clouds.

This year has almost been a sunset itself, except without the beauty. It was like an endless loop of endings. You almost can’t believe that the whole year has gone by, because it feels like no time has passed, but at the same time it feels like it’s been 3 years. You hate this feeling. This feeling of meaninglessness, uselessness, emptiness. 

This summer is going to be different. In fact, you’ve decided it’s going to be the opposite. It’s going to be perfect. Like a k-drama. The only comfort you’ve had all year.

This summer, you’re going to have your very own kdrama romance. 

You gaze out the window, at the glow of the sunset. The sun setting on your miserable era.

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[uwusillygirl]

(Sry in advance if this is annoying bc she’s not the main characters in fof) but I’m soooooo curious about your thoughts on Robin in this verse. Obviously she and Steve are still best friends, but I love her jokey dynamic w Eddie and how nice she is to Chrissy. Also I can’t get over the scene where robin calls Eddie “such a lucky fucking bastard.” It lives rent free in my head because same robin me too. And Chrissy being confused by it is hilarious. This was all just a long winded rambling way of asking if you think Chrissy and Eddie ever find out Robin’s lesbian? I’m sure they’d know if this was a modern au or something but considering it’s the 80s and even though Chrissy and Eddie are weirdos/freaks I’m sure (maybe I’m projecting) that robin would still have a healthy dose of fear

you are all WAY too considerate!!! i get to sit around writing like the most in-depth, ridiculous, self-indulgent little fic and people like actually come talk to me about it!!! i'll answer whatever questions u want!!! and these ones are always so interesting!!!

okay so i'm gonna give my answer and then also give u a little nibble of a wip (which may never see the light of day the way i write, so sorry if anyone gets super gassed up over it) where i wrote about this concept bc i've actually been thinking about it too!!

short answer though is that robin is definitely extremely skittish about telling anyone, including them. i do think it comes out eventually after spending enough time together, though! she's more trusting of chrissy than eddie simply because she gets rose-colored glasses with girls/women who are nice to her, but in reality eddie is way less startled by it than chrissy.

okay and here's a little tiny wip bite:

Chrissy wasn’t sure how their conversation had devolved into something so base. It had started because Robin had mentioned that she had hooked up with this girl recently, and Steve had been surprised because he had also hooked up with her back in high school. 

(Chrissy had learned recently that Robin liked girls. As in dated them, liked them. Chrissy was fine with it — as if she had any right to judge on anything like that — and had actually been quite flattered that Robin entrusted her and Eddie with that kind of information. But the whole thing did short-circuit Chrissy’s brain a little. She’d just never met someone who felt that way. 

“What if I say something wrong to her?” Chrissy had fretted one night in bed shortly after Robin had let it slip. 

Eddie had just laughed. He always spoke to Chrissy gently about this kind of thing. He understood that while he’d been off living some vibrant, punk rock life that allowed for him to not be totally flipped by stuff like meeting someone who was gay or having a girlfriend that occasionally needed to be made to cry in bed, Chrissy had been trapped in an extremely sheltered childhood, born and raised by Reagan conservatives. 

“What could you possibly say wrong?” Eddie comforted her. “She doesn’t have a disease we have to be nice about, Chris. She’s just gay.”

Chrissy, wasn’t sure, felt like she somehow would find a way to step in it. 

“Right, but, like, can you believe we know a gay person? In Hawkins?” Chrissy followed up. 

“Yeah, sweetie, I can,” Eddie had murmured, voice growing sleepy. “It’s not like she’s the only one.”

“You know other ones?” 

Eddie laughed again, this time hard enough to shake the mattress underneath them. 

“Okay, baby, let’s not use terms like ‘other ones’,” he corrected gently after he composed himself. “You’re talking like Nancy Reagan over there.” 

Chrissy had slapped a hand over her mouth. “Sorry. I didn’t even notice.” 

“But to answer your question, no, not that have personally come out to me. But I imagine there’s more than one gay person in a town of a couple thousand.”

It sounded so obvious when he said it.)

All that to say Robin and Steve’s shared sexual conquest had triggered an attempt to create some sort of figurative sexual Venn Diagram of who they had all (well, everyone but Chrissy, who was just picking at the label on her wine cooler) had sex with that overlapped.

[virsancte]

sry if you've been asked before but what reshade/lighting mods do you use? i love your screenshots so much

hello! thank you :) I use sunblind and the preset was one of irtler's i think but I've changed it quite a lot. honestly a lot of it can be attributed to relight more than anything so I recommend playing with that

i also like vibrant colors so I sometimes add the colorfulposter(? I think is what it's called) shader to my preset or play with curves and other filters in my editor later. that one fries the quality so personally i offset it with film grain

[claudia-kishi]

[kuroosdarling]

tag all of your mutuals and put beside it the kind of person they are im really curious :)

oh boy !!! buckle up bc i am ready to pour out my love <33 i love all of my talented moots so i’m just going to say a few things about them and hopefully it answers your question !! hehe they’re all wonderful people and im super glad to know each and every one :’)

i have a lot more newer moots that i’d like to gush about too but i am v shy when it comes to interacting !!! so if we are moots and you’re not here it’s just bc i’m shy about tagging you !! :(<3

@myheroesaretired nesi !! she puts up with all my shit i stg lol she gets so many of my unfiltered thoughts … sry nesi </3 i feel like i’ve known her forever even tho it’s been a couple months pls!! she’s so easy to talk to and i’m v thankful for her support :’) literally think we were twins in a past life tbh !!

@sookisaurus risu !!! one of my first moots hehe risu is so incredibly welcoming and she looks after everyone <3 i love chatting with her any chance i can bc she’s so funny n always has something good to say <3 also whenever we start talkin bout kuroo it’s game over 😵‍💫🤍 we feed into each others brainrots and im always here for it !!

@mattsunkawa echo !! my bubs hehe omg she’s so funny n chill and i love talking to her sm <3 i bug her all the time PLS !! anytime we watch a new anime it’s tradition to yell to each other about it at this point. from aot -> op -> csm + bluelock lol !! i love when we share bits of our writing with each other just to rile the other one up lmfao !!

@oooohno nana <3 literally the sweetest person ever !! anytime we chat or interact i get so so happy!! she’s so kind and literally always tags me in the best stuff 🤧 so incredibly thoughtful to everyone on here <33 she’s sm fun to talk to :) especially when we dive in about our fave characters !

@ohtokki WAH laura !! <3 such a friendly and warm person fr her energy just makes everyone feel at home !!! the type of person i’d love to sit and have some tea with and talk about anything !! (esp video games lol)

@1812p4n K🥺 one of the kindest people on this site!! always spreading love and happiness to everyone on the dash <3 what did we do to deserve her fr 🤍✨

@crescentkaze KAZE !! such a sweetie but also her MIND !! pls anytime i wanna rant about railing fictional characters i run to her immediately !!! we always end up building off each other and idk those convos always make my day :’)

@discordkittenjoestar - kendall pls !! she’s so so funny and i love all of her shitposts sm <3 also super sweet n supportive hehe and im excited to talk to her more O:

@akisbrew SOBS !!! aims !! she is seriously so funny and so down to earth!! such a chill person and incredibly supportive !! she’s someone i would love to sit down and vibe with, chatting bout life and our her mans (jean<3)

@taintedsorrcw milo bby <33 queen of events methinks !!! she always creates beautiful themes, events n masterlists !!! she’s also so so sweet and sm fun to talk to !! :)

@soshiina ina !! SOBS !! so incredibly funny and has such a vibrant energy !! chaotic in the best way possible that makes you wanna just talk to her for hours on end fr !!! <3

@writingbymoonlight luna :)) i always love whenever i get to interact with luna because she is just so sweet !! i feel like she has the best book recs tbh bc anytime i see her post about a new book she got it makes me want to go read it too O:

@satisfactooru bay !! pls !! literally could gush about her all day 🥺 she’s so nice and welcoming !! i feel like she’s good at making others feel heard and appreciated <33 such a kind soul fr hehe

@oomiya anyone that knows haley knows she super sweet 🥺 anytime we interact i feel so warm n fuzzy !! she has a way with words and making everyone feel safe tbh <3

@wakatshi - anytime i think of the word lovely i think of daria hehe she’s so nice and her aesthetic is gorgeous !! (just like her pls!!)

@daiception nini !!! she’s so so gorgeous and i luv her style !! we are newer moots but anytime we interact it brings a big smile to my face <3

@kurootosis lem 🥺 lovely lem !! i always luv seeing her on the dash hehe but i still get shy reaching out to interact sometimes lol !! she has such a cool vibe and she’s someone i would love to sit and talk to at a cozy lil cafe !!

@kurooandkenmasslut nat !! i think we became moots like yesterday lol BUT i love her energy !! she seems like sm fun and im glad we are interacting bc i always need more people to gush over kuroo n kenma <33

[enbies-and-felonies]

ok so same anon about the color changing thing. Instead of them turning only blue, you eyes turn a different color depending on your personality, or your ability or whatever. So Biana would be purple, bc yes. Dex would be green ig, not sure. Sophie would've been red, she's a special case tho. Fitz would either be teal or pink or maybe red, I can't decide. Tam would be black? not sure .Marella would be a fiery color, duh. idk about Keefe and Linh. Stina would be pink? lmao im stuck on this hc sry

anon,,, your brain is SO big and i ADORE this, thank you <3333 i think keefe could be like,, a pastel colour?? maybe pale yellow or a vibrant purple and linh could be a deep blue

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member being babysat by Aespa

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

The request: Hi I want to request where y/n is still underage and the others members have a schedule outside of seoul and they contact aespa asking if they could look after y/n and they were happy to, y/n took a liking towards all of them especially to karina and winter. They play with y/n and get to know her. By the end of the night y/n sleeps cuddling with karina and winter. Thank u

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

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The city of Seoul was alive with the vibrant energy that could only be found in the heart of South Korea. On a sunny morning, the members of TWICE, one of the nation's most beloved K-pop groups, were bustling about their dorm, preparing for a busy day. Among them was Y/N, the 10th and youngest member of the group and still underage, who was eagerly getting ready for the day ahead.

It was a day that TWICE had been looking forward to for a long time. They had a schedule outside of Seoul, which meant they had to leave their youngest member behind. While the maknae was responsible and capable of taking care of herself, the other members wanted to make sure she wouldn't be lonely in their absence.

Nayeon, the eldest member and the unofficial leader of TWICE, took out her phone and dialled a number. It was a number she had saved in her contacts, belonging to the members of Aespa, a junior girl group from SM Entertainment. Nayeon had met the Aespa members during various music shows and events, and they had formed a friendly bond.

The call was answered by Karina, one of the Aespa members. 

Karina - Hello, Nayeon unnie! How can we help you today?

Nayeon smiled warmly, feeling a sense of relief knowing that Aespa was willing to assist. 

Nayeon - Hi, Karina. We have a schedule outside of Seoul today, and our Y/N is still underage. We were wondering if you and the other Aespa members could look after her for the day.

Karina's eyes lit up with enthusiasm. 

Karina - Of course, we'd be happy to help! Y/N is such a sweetheart, and we'd love to spend time with her.

Nayeon was grateful for the offer and motherly smiled. 

Nayeon - Thank you so much, Karina. We'll drop our child off at your dorm on our way to the schedule. She's really excited to spend time with you all.

After ending the call, Nayeon informed the rest of the TWICE members about the arrangement. Y/N's face lit up with excitement at the prospect of spending the day with the Aespa members. She had always admired their talent and charisma, and the idea of getting to know them better was a dream come true.

A short while later, the members of TWICE arrived at Aespa's dorm, with TWICE's sunshine in tow. As they entered the dorm, the Aespa members greeted them with warm smiles.

Karina, who had taken charge of organizing the day, beamed at Y/N. 

Karina - Hi, kiddo! We're so happy you're here with us today.

Y/N couldn't contain her excitement as she jumped up and down. 

Y/N - Hi, Karina unnie! Hi, everyone! I can't believe I get to spend the day with you all!

Giselle, another Aespa member, ruffled Y/N's hair playfully. 

Giselle - We're excited too! Let's have a great time together.

The Aespa members wasted no time in making the youngest feel at home. They played games, chatted about their experiences as idols, and even sang a few songs together. Y/N was in awe of their talents and found herself bonding with each of them in different ways.

Winter, known for her sweet and gentle nature, took TWICE's angel under her wing. She showed Y/N how to create beautiful handmade accessories, and the two of them spent hours crafting and sharing stories. Y/N admired Winter's patience and kindness, feeling like she had found a new friend.

Karina, with her charismatic presence, couldn't help but capture the younger girl's attention. They danced together, and Y/N marvelled at Karina's incredible skills. Karina's encouraging words filled her dongsang with confidence, and she couldn't have asked for a better dance partner.

As the day turned into evening, the Aespa members decided to cook a delicious meal together. Winter and Karina joined forces in the kitchen, while the others set the table. Y/N eagerly assisted with tasks like chopping vegetables and setting the table, feeling like a part of their close-knit group.

Dinner was a feast of laughter and shared stories. TWICE's lovebug had never felt more welcome and loved by a group of people she had just met. Aespa's warm and friendly demeanour made her feel like she had known them for a lifetime.

After dinner, the group decided to wind down with a movie night. Y/N snuggled up between Karina and Winter on the couch, feeling content and secure. The movie played on the TV screen, but TWICE's kid couldn't help but steal glances at her newfound friends.

At some point during the movie, Y/N rested her head on Karina's shoulder, and Winter draped a cosy blanket over them. The room was filled with the soft glow of the TV, and the atmosphere was warm and comfortable.

As the movie came to an end, Y/N felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. Her eyes drooped, and she yawned. Karina and Winter exchanged a knowing look and gently guided her to one of the bedrooms in the dorm.

Winter tucked Y/N into bed, and Karina sat on the edge, stroking her hair. 

Winter - Goodnight, honey. *whispering*

Y/N's drowsy voice was filled with gratitude. 

Y/N - Goodnight, Karina unnie. Goodnight, Winter unnie. Thank you for everything. *smiles*

Karina and Winter exchanged a fond smile, their maternal instincts kicking in as they watched Y/N drift off to sleep. They couldn't have imagined a better way to spend the day, taking care of the youngest member of TWICE and creating a bond that would last a lifetime.

As Y/N slept soundly, cradled in the warmth of Karina and Winter's care, the members of Aespa knew that they had not only made a new friend but had also become a source of support and love for a fellow idol. They couldn't have asked for a more heartwarming and fulfilling day.

And this made both share one thought:

I love our dear chosen little sister.

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

[obaby-wan]

HI SWANN!!

it’s been a few days sry for inactivity but how r u?? how did u sleep? have u eaten anything delicious while i was gone? i’m eating dark chocolate pretzels right now hehe <3 what kind of art mediums do u like?

have a wonderful evening ily 🥰🥰

Don’t apologize I am also overly busy here and barely have time to hang around !! 

I slept well thank you! I just changed my bedsheets and now its smells fresh and it’s fluffy and getting up in the morning is SO hard! How about you?

Yes!!! My grandma’s lunch box was delicious and we had a pizza movie night with my flatmates and it was delicious pizza (with anchovies! do you like anchovies) which remind me I think you once asked how I feel about pineapple on pizza and I don’t mind them AT ALL although it would never think of buying some if I ever made homemade pizza. and I see you are team dark chocolaaaaaate yes! Do get something savory and healthy into that beautiful body of yours too though!

I am ignorant as a baby when it comes to art and I had to google what “art mediums” are I am so sorry for not being more cultivated but I guess I like oil paintings? Idk when I went to the louvre I just fell in love with all those big painting especially the “sacre de Napoleon” which was so vibrant and HUGE. I quite like aquarelle too idk if this answers your question

WHAT ABOUT YOU what’s your favourite book and music genre and ice cream flavor and can you sleep without a blanket and how do you feel about parents kissing their child on the lips??? May your day be as lovely as you are (which is, a lot <3

[minayrd]

hi fellow member of book society (congrats on that and finishing finals too!) i see you still haven't changed your url, so i guess there's still time for me to vote? ☆ i chose acchiles and i am recommending you read deathless (yes, that's where my url comes from skajshjkl) i think i saw it in your tbr shelf and i am Looking, ma'am 👀

omg hello!! Technically i just finished doing these bUt it was my bad for not updating the post so! + i’ve heard heaps of good things abt deathless (and it defs sounds like my sort of book) and i’ve been meaning to read it!! i’ll try get to it soon as (+ thank u sm!!!)

url: i don’t get know it / not my style / nice! / oh the #aesthetic / who did u kill? + 10/10 icon: not my style / okay / oh pretty / a whole perfection + 10/10 desktop theme: default / not my style / nice! / goals wtf + 10/10 mobile theme: not my style / okay / i like i like / ???? how + 9/10 original content: i don’t know many of the fandoms u post for but! regardless ur edits are so creative and vibrant and ahhh! i especially love the one u made for ready or not (?) and ur most recent one!! following?: not yet, i’m sry / i am now! / yea boi overall: 10/10 + nana!!! i have to say i Rlly love ur theme (ur about and navi page particularly)!! i’m sry abt ur blog being terminated (tumblr wtf) but u’ve done so well to remake? everything is so pretty!!

help me choose my url! no more please!

[mvgicians]

me every time the dash turns into a dumpster fire again.... ANYWAY. meet my new baby vi !! she’s a messy bitch who lives for drama so. get ready.

skeleton: the magician.

faceclaim: bruna marquezine.

name: vitória da silva.

gender & pronouns: cisfemale, she/her.

age: twenty-one.

major: psychology.

clubs: GSA.

employment: intern at the mayor’s office.

background !

vi was born in las vegas and baby is vegas personified. loud, showy, always wearing glitter, always betting on something, probably has beaten you in poker at some point

her parents met at a bar, promptly got drunk, married in a vegas chapel, and conceived vi THAT NIGHT LMFAO

i told y’all. vegas personified

they decided to keep the baby, give things a go, but they were... not prepared for how much of a commitment babies are

they took care of her, but basically did the bare minimum. they were super hands off, not cruel or anything, just... distant. she literally called them “gen” and “seb” instead of mom and dad. they were basically her glorified roommates

both of them worked in casinos which meant vi spent a lot of time there as a kid !! her mom spent a lot of time teaching her about bluffing and mixing cocktails, how to play blackjack and poker; her dad taught her to defend herself. u know. just normal things to teach ur nine year old daughter

she loved it tho, thrived in that kind of environment. she’s got a quick mind so she picked up on shit fast and would sit at poker tables with grown ass men by the time she was in middle school. and she’d win

she also snuck into clubs a lot just for kicks — which is where she met her magic yoda ! 

wren holliday: local las vegas magician, twenty-five, possibly the coolest person she’d ever heard of, was performing that night. 

vitória da silva: local las vegas delinquent, fifteen, chock full of ginger ale ( yes, in a club ) and sheer bravado, was instantly starstruck and convinced that she and wren were destined to meet

basically, she snuck into his dressing room and convinced him to take her on as an assistant for his vegas magic shows ! and baby THRIVED off the attention she got on stage

when she inevitably went home, though, she felt... empty. nothing compared to the vibrant shows, the roaring audience, the way she felt adored and revered afterward when she mingled in the crowd

this marked the beginning of her sleeping around — she craved that attention, that love, and she’d do anything to get it. so she bounced from bed to bed over the next couple of years, even landing in the bed of wren himself

all things must come to an end, though, and vi decided it was time for her to leave vegas by the time she graduated high school. thanks to some #stellar SAT scores she scored herself a scholarship and noped tf out of nevada !!

since being at ashmont, she’s been a hoe and a half, which is v on brand. she joined cheerleading for the memes, promptly started dating daisey, got cheated on by daisey, dropped daisey’s ass and cheerleading all in one

she’s an intern at the mayor’s office bc she was hoping for some hot goss sdkljglkjdsg

she also puts on magic shows w a good degree of regularity !! she loves being in front of a crowd, loves the attention, and she’s damn good at it. she’s probably done a card trick for ur character at some point just for kicks ( she has a pack of cards on her... at all times )

she’s got some sticky fingers, y’all. she’s been stealing wallets since she was a kid and that shit has not stopped. vi has probably stolen from every damn house party she’s ever been to ( sry oz !! )

IM GONNA SHUT UP NOW

wanted connections ! just some basic ideas sdkjgdslg

friends !! obvi !! she loves attention and wants it Constantly so let’s feed her ego with companionship

someone she’s actually genuinely soft for bc goddamn bitch calm down

on the opposite end of the spectrum, BAD friends. vi is selfish and petty and i’d love someone for her to pal around with who’s just as mean as she can be

hookups !!! anyone and everyone. she ain’t picky and she’s always horny.

she’s a Lot so someone who isn’t a fan is absolutely likely. gimme someone she rubs the wrong way, and it’s bad

make this bitch fall in love i swear to god. do it.

that’s all 4 now hit the heart my loves

[127aus-blog]

Stigma; Taehyung

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 1,242

genre: angst im sry

You felt the piping hot water running down your back similar to the lukewarm tears that recently stained your swollen face. The steam stung your eyes but you couldn’t bring yourself to rub them; instead, they just hung aimlessly at your sides. Thoughts raced through your mind at random; never seeming to stop. Images of him never returning, the thought of you breaking him to the point of no return. You never meant to hurt him like this. You never thought things would turn out this way. You had the best of intentions, but he knew that’s what you tried to convince yourself. But after the long lonely days you spent waiting for his return, the hope dissolved into thin air and the horrible truth that he would never come back settled in you. You waited for him like a puppy for their human, the painful purgatory of not knowing attacking you from all angles. As the days went on, you refused to even look at the door, the shame of breaking his trust eating away at you. The shame of breaking the only promise that held you two together.

“Please don’t hurt me like they have, love. I won’t be able to take it again.”

Just thinking of that promise made you burst into tears; you had to see him. You had to make sure he was alright. You knew Taehyung had a habit of beating himself down when things got bad, taking every bad thing on his mind and letting them rip away at him. Even if he didn’t want to see you, you had to see him for the ache of being away from him was killing you slowly.

Turning off the water, you slipped out of the bath and wrapped a towel around your chilled body. Memories of how Tae would lay out a towel for you on the counter when you mindlessly forgot it in your bedroom, how he would pick out your clothes for you and place them in a orderly mess of a pile on your shared bed because you loved his style oh so much. How his boxy smile would somehow grow wider when you slipped out of the bedroom and into his arms, to compliment on his fashion choices with a tight embrace.

You cursed yourself for only being able to think of him as you walked throughout the halls of the lifeless apartment. The once vibrant walls now dull and muted. The pictures that danced throughout hallways and upon the shelves now turned upside down because they relentlessly taunted you at night. After the second week of his absence, you managed to push the evidence of his existence into a tiny closet in the unused bedroom. Now you were gracing upon the third week and Taehyung made a permanent home in your mind as if payback for your actions.

You quickly got dressed in comfortable clothes, letting the largeness of one of his old hoodies engulf you like a child’s favorite blanket. You stared at yourself in the reflection of the mirror, almost laughing at how pathetic you looked. Your skin was pale and your eyes and nose stung red, you hair dishevelled and you features were stuck in a sorrowful expression. Your phone buzzed on the bed but you couldn’t bring yourself to go check it. It was probably just a friend calling to check up on you or one of his group mates updating you on your boyfriend which you couldn’t bear yourself to read. They were mostly just pleads of you coming to visit him, how you were the only one who could get him to leave the prison that was his bedroom. You started to ignore them after the first week.

You walked into the living room to switch off the loud music you had been playing. You turned to music as a distraction, but in every single song you seemed to find Taehyung. There was always a line or even a single chord that brought your mind to him. You shuffled into the hallway only to stop dead in your tracks, your heart nearly jumping out of your throat. You blinked twice; once to let your eyes adjust to the darkness of the room and twice to get rid of the hallucination you thought you were seeing. But he would never disappear.

“Why is he here?” You thought to yourself and you could’ve sworn he heard you because he then turned around, letting you catch a long awaited look at his face. You stepped forward then quickly stepped back, feeling the shame rising in your chest. Your hand went to reach out for him but fell back to your side, feeling unworthy to touch him. Your lips parted but closed, the need to scream your apologies getting lodged in your throat for you to gulp down. All you allowed yourself to do was look at him.

You scanned his sullen face, noticing the the vast changes in his appearance. His hair was longer now, stopping at the tops of his cheekbones. His skin was pale and his eyes were dark, as if he hadn’t been outside in weeks. The normal smile that graced his beautiful features was now replaced by a gloomy and painful expression, which he didn’t even try to mask. You wanted to cry out, scream at the top of you lungs and hold him close to you, but the few feet between you two now seemed like miles and you couldn’t allow yourself to make to travel.

So you two just stared at each other. The next song on your playlist being the only thing to keep the deadly silence from choking you both. Taehyung was the first to move, he stood up and like lightning he was in front of you, pulling you into his embrace without a word. His very missed embraced. You allowed yourself to wrap your arms around his waist, tight enough that he might not be able to leave you again. You two often let your actions do the talking, words always disappearing into thin air and never meeting the other’s ears. So the silence between you two and the eagerness of your embrace spoke powerful speeches into the world, sentences you could never come up with on your own.

After what seemed like years, you heard soft sobs coming from the man in your arms. He buried his face in your neck to hide from you, repeating the phrase “I’m sorry.” again and again. Your heart broke, tears of your own threatening to spill over. You rubbed your hand in circles against his back, a gesture that always calmed Taehyung down and soothed his troubles, but his sobs only got louder and his grip on you got tighter. You felt your heart crack, strings of tears spilling onto your cheeks as you blame yourself for this.

Your hand moved to the back of his head, smoothing your hair down and you shushed his loud sobs softly. After a while, he calmed down, mumbling hush whispers into your neck. Once you thought he was done, you loosen your grip on him, the feeling of unworthiness and guilt building up inside you again. But his only tightened, as he buried himself farther into you, he began to whisper.

“Please, don't let me go again.” His voice wavered, tears threatening him again. “Please.”

And that night, you never let him go.

[maternalcube]

i was tagged by @thespace-dragon !

Rules: List the first lines of your last ten published stories. Look to see if there are any patterns that you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any! Tag up to ten friends!

1.  Blackbird (superhero au klance)

"Hey, Popsicle!" Lance closes his eyes and turns with all the attitude he can muster (which is quite a bit). "Icicle. What?" He expects to find a grinning Pigeon, as usual, when he opens his eyes. He does find Pidge, but she's not grinning. 

2. The Sixth Planet (homestuck au klance)

causticTechnocrat [CT] began pestering groundedAviator [GA] CT: done causticTechnocrat [CT] sent file "thingy.exe" GA: That was fast. GA: Why are you up at 6:30 am? You didn't work on this all night, did you? CT: why are YOU up at 6:30 am huh keith CT: you dont know me GA: It's 7:30 here. CT: you dont know my life

3. you’re my home (canon divergence, klance again)

"You really like my hands, huh." Keith glances down at Lance's hand, which rests in his lap. He's been idly playing with it—lifting up each finger one by one to drop them back against his thigh, methodically curling and uncurling them—while he watches the movie they've put on in Lance's room. He probably does do this a lot—every movie night, really—but the question is new.

4. at the end of many worlds (reality-hopping keith, sheith)

Keith’s mother shows up to interrupt movie night often enough that, this time, Keith almost doesn’t realize anything’s wrong. Almost, because she’s silhouetted by the movie, but she’s clutching her arm and panting for breath, and in the thin edge of light around her he sees a wet and vibrant red. "Keith," she gasps, "she figured it out. She killed everyone." And then she collapses.

5. The Pining-Plant (hanahaki, plance)

Pidge hops out of her lion and drops easily to the jungle floor. Her mission is simple: get to the terminal, download the data, walk back out of the jungle. Easy. This is probably why, even with nothing better to do, the only one keeping her company on the comms is Lance. "I'm heading in," she informs him, just for the hell of it. "Don't die," he says, and she rolls her eyes even though he can't see them.

6. string theory (modern au katt)

"I'm HOME!" Matt hollers down the apartment's empty hall. "Yo!" comes a muffled shout from somewhere within. Well, that's one roommate accounted for. "Hey." And there's the other--Katie pops her head out of the kitchen. "I've got some good news for you."

7. along that wilderness of glass (i dont even know how to describe this. katt)

“Never took you for someone who’d believe in ancient curses,” Matt comments as he leads the way down into the temple’s anteroom. The temple has long since been buried; they’re climbing down through its collapsed ceiling. “Never took you for someone who’d join a monastery,” Keith retorts, eyeing Matt’s robes and sandals. He’d really rather not be here, but Matt had sent him a letter asking him to come, and it had been so long since he’d heard from him. He never could resist an invitation from Matt, and anyway–someone had to keep him out of trouble. Or at least, not let him get into trouble alone.

8. Window of Opportunity (time loop, sheith)

Lance isn't sure what just happened, but he is pretty sure it's Keith's fault. One minute, they're out in space, Lance in the red lion and Keith in his dinky little stolen galra fighter. Keith is yelling about some big cannon thing aimed at the both of them, but there are too many ships around, they can't get clear—maybe Keith could, his ship is small enough to slip away—and Red is pretty fast, but there are too many ships—and then there's a flash of light. The next minute, they're inexplicably back on the castle, in the hangar. Keith's in his Marmora armor but Lance is in street clothes, like that whole battle didn't happen at all.

9. homecoming (team voltron goes home, pre-s7, gen)

He's wanted this for a long time, Matt reminds himself, as the shuttle touches down on Earth. He's wanted this landscape, the familiar desert around the Garrison, the clear blue sky, the wind and scent of home. He's been waiting years for this moment. He's wanted this for a long time, so why, as his boot makes its mark in the sand, does he feel like turning back?

10. Feet on the Ground (keith and lance are brothers, gen)

As long as Lance can remember, Keith has been there. They're not brothers by blood, but that's never mattered. The other halves of their birth parents, Lance's father and Keith's mother, they've never mattered. They're family either way. And yeah, Keith always seems more at home out in the desert while Lance doesn't mind the noise of the town, but that doesn't mean anything. If it's something picked up in infanthood, he doesn't remember; the earliest thing he can remember is their first day of preschool together, and he was crying so hard at being left behind but Keith came and held his hand and they stuck together like glue all day, and he felt better.

i think i was told once never to start a story with dialogue. I THINK IVE BEEN DOING IT ANYWAY OUT OF UNCONSCIOUS SPITE??

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