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𝗙𝗔𝗗𝗘 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 (l.hs)
right person, wrong time.
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PAIRING: idol!heeseung x reader (f)
SUMMARY: when you were a child, you had always believed your life was a fairytale, but as you grew up you realised it was just a childish thought. because your story didn’t end with happily ever after.
WARNINGS: heartbreak, break up, heeseung barely has time for reader, he’s a little in denial, reader tries to be strong for the both of them, angst, established relationship, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.
PUBLISHED: 20th November 2024
WC: 3.1k
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NOW PLAYING: Fade Into You by Mazzy Star
The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you entered the quaint café tucked into the corner of the bustling city street.
It was your sanctuary on most days—a place where time slowed down, where you could read in peace.
When your college life got a little too stressful, you liked to give yourself an afternoon of rest, where you could read and just look at all the people around you, while also enjoying a cup of coffee.
The soft hum of conversation and the occasional clink of porcelain cups created a soothing symphony that you had come to associate with comfort.
But today, your usual spot by the window was taken.
Your eyes landed on the stranger sitting there, his face buried in a notebook.
His sharp features were softened by the sunlight streaming through the window, illuminating his messy, dark hair. He looked completely engrossed in whatever he was working on, his pen flying across the page with an intensity that piqued your curiosity. Like he was creating a masterpiece.
But whatever he was doing didn’t matter, since he was sitting in your usual spot. Even the owner knew you always sat there and sometimes left you encouraging notes.
Reluctantly, you found another seat, tucked in the corner, and tried to focus on your book. Nonetheless your gaze kept drifting back to him.
There was something magnetic about the way he existed in his own little world, his brow furrowing as he worked, his lips occasionally quirking up in a small smile as if he were amusing himself with his thoughts.
He was truly enchanting in his whole being.
When he finally looked up, your eyes met. You froze, caught in the act of staring, but instead of looking annoyed, he smiled—wide and genuine, as if he’d just caught an old friend sneaking glances at him.
You unconsciously frowned and averted your gaze, feeling awkward.
Though, you glanced at him again with the former of your eye, “You can sit here if you want,” he called out, gesturing to the empty chair across from him.
Caught off guard, you hesitated a little before grabbing your coffee and book, making your way over. “Thanks,” you murmured, settling into the seat.
You melted into the seat right away, loving the feeling of familiarity. You didn’t particularly enjoy your routine being messed up.
“No problem,” he said, closing his notebook but leaving his pen resting on top. “I always feel bad taking up spots when it’s this busy.”
You glanced down at the notebook, curious but polite enough not to ask. “You looked pretty focused,” you said. “Are you a writer?”
He shrugged, leaning back in his chair. “Kind of, I write music.”
Your eyebrows raised. “Really? That’s impressive.”
He laughed softly, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s not as glamorous as it sounds. Most of the time, I’m just scribbling nonsense and hoping something good comes out of it.”
“Still,” you said, “It takes a lot of creativity to do that. I can barely write an email without second-guessing myself.”
He grinned. “It’s not about perfection, it’s about letting yourself be…” he pointed at himself “messy.”
The conversation flowed effortlessly from there. You learned his name— Lee Heeseung —and that he was a dreamer through and through. He talked about his music with a passion that lit up his eyes, about the things he wanted to create and the places he wanted to see.
You found out that he was preparing a song to audition at a famous local music label, hoping to become a trainee and debut later on.
It was impressive, how he was young yet so engrossed in his dream. It made you a little jealous, too.
“I think life is about chasing what makes you feel alive,” he said at one point, his gaze distant as if he were imagining it all. Picturing his future together.
You couldn’t help but smile, though your own perspective was far more grounded. “I think life is about appreciating the small things,” you countered. “Like this coffee, or a really good book.”
You tapped your nails on the mug, “Chasing big dreams is great, but if you’re always looking ahead, you miss what’s right in front of you.”
Heeseung tilted his head, considering your words. “I guess I never thought about it that way,” he admitted. “But doesn’t staying still scare you? Like you’re missing out on something bigger?”
“And doesn’t constantly moving forward scare you?” you shot back. “Like you’re missing what’s already here?”
He laughed, the sound warm and light. “Touché. I think we might be complete opposites.”
“Maybe,” you said with a small smile. “But opposites can complement each other, right?”
He smiled back, and in that moment, something shifted between you. It was as if the universe had nudged you toward each other, two different pieces of the same puzzle finally fitting together.
It didn’t take much for the two of you to levitate closer, to the point of going from casual reading-writing hangouts to dates.
Fitting both of your schedules was difficult, but those little hours you spent together were worth it all.
It was one of the rare days where Heeseung was free from any training sessions, and instead of getting his much needed rest, he decided to spend his afternoon with you
Despite nagging at him for his lack of self-care, you were secretly glad he was making time for you, even if it was just for a couple of hours.
The sun was high in the sky, its golden rays filtering through the trees as you and Heeseung lay on the grass in the park.
A blanket was spread out beneath you, scattered with remnants of your picnic, empty containers, a couple of soda cans, and a half-eaten bagel. All the strawberries had been eaten, though.
Heeseung was strumming his guitar lazily, the soft melody weaving through the air. You were lying on your back, staring up at the clouds, feeling the kind of peace that only came from moments like this—unhurried, unplanned, perfect in their simplicity.
“Look,” you said, pointing to a fluffy cloud drifting overhead. “Doesn’t that one look like a cat?”
Heeseung stopped playing and tilted his head, squinting at the sky. “A cat? No way. That’s totally a dragon.”
You laughed, nudging him with your foot. “You’re just saying that because you like dragons.”
“And you’re just saying cat because you’re obsessed with them,” he teased, leaning back on his elbows to look at you. “Admit it, I’m right.”
“Never,” you said with a grin, sticking out your tongue.
Heeseung set his guitar aside and rolled onto his side, propping his head up with one hand as he looked at you. “You’re so stubborn,” he said, but there was no annoyance in his voice—only affection.
“Someone has to keep you on your toes,” you quipped, your smile softening under his gaze.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “You know,” he said quietly, “I think this might be my favourite day ever.”
You felt your cheeks warm at his words, but you couldn’t help but smile. “It’s just a picnic,” you said, trying to downplay the fluttering in your chest.
“It’s not just a picnic,” he said, his voice serious now. “It’s this. Being here with you, doing nothing, and feeling like it’s everything.”
It was true that song writers had their way with words.
Your heart swelled at his words, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. It was just you and Heeseung, the grass beneath you, the sky above, and the quiet certainty that this was where you were meant to be.
You climbed onto his lap, sneaking in between his chest and his guitar.
“Teach me how to play it,” You said, which sounded so silly. You didn’t even know how to read notes, so you were a lost cause.
But you wanted to spend time with him, doing something he liked— so, you placed your fingers on the cords.
Heeseung smiled and placed his slender ones over yours, guiding your hand to create a melody.
“Middle finger here.” He whispered, his hand moving your fingers “Index here, and with the other hand you…” He stroked your fingers on the cords.
You giggled happily “It sounded good.” You tried to do it again and again, until he showed you all the notes and melodies. Until the sun lowered, leaving a magenta and pinkish sky behind.
“I’ll be busy for a while.” He announced as he put his guitar back in its folder “I- uh, I have just one more month until I know if I’m in the debut group.”
You widened your eyes at the information, a warm feeling in your belly “Hee… that’s amazing.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly.
Like the habit of a lifetime, his arms held your waist, his face burying in the crook of your neck.
“We might have less time together,” He murmured, his nose brushing your jaw, the sensation causing goosebumps to prickle your skin.
“We’ll figure it out, yeah?” You said, holding his face in your hands “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
Your words caused a childlike smile to spread on his lips, and just a couple of seconds later, they crashed on yours.
You drowned in the feeling of him, so sweet and intoxicating.
“I love you.” Heeseung repeated those three words like a mantra “I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” You replied, being so close to him even if it didn’t feel close enough “I always will.”
The café had always been your place. The corner table by the window where sunlight streamed in during the mornings and rain traced delicate patterns on the glass during stormy afternoons. It was where you and Heeseung had spent countless hours together—talking, laughing, and dreaming of a future that now felt so far away.
It hadn’t changed. The same rustic charm, the same scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries, the same corner table by the window. You almost smiled as you stepped inside, but the weight in your chest reminded you why you were here.
The café hadn’t changed, but today, the warmth of those memories was overshadowed by the tension that hung between you like a storm cloud, ready to burst. Just like the one outside.
Heeseung was already waiting, his tall frame hunched slightly over his coffee. His fingers fidgeted with the rim of the cup, a nervous habit you recognized instantly. He didn’t look up when the bell over the door chimed. You wondered if he was gathering his thoughts just as you were.
For a moment, you stood frozen, debating whether to walk back out and pretend you hadn’t come. Pretend nothing was wrong and it was all just a bad dream.
That you’d wake up in his arms again, with his messy hair and soothing voice, reminding you how fortunate he was to have someone like you.
But then his head lifted, and his eyes found yours. A small, uncertain smile tugged at his lips, and despite everything, it made your heart ache.
“Hey,” he greeted as you approached, his voice soft but strained.
“Hi,” you replied, sliding into the seat across from him.
Up close, you noticed how tired he looked. Dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his usually bright demeanor seemed dimmed, weighed down by the invisible tension between you. You wondered if you looked the same.
Heeseung shifted in his seat, his fingers still fidgeting. “Thanks for coming,” he said after a moment.
You nodded, unsure of what to say. It wasn’t like you hadn’t seen this coming. The late-night texts that dwindled into silence. The calls that went unanswered. The months of trying to hold on, even as the cracks in your relationship grew deeper.
“How’s… everything?” you asked, though you weren’t sure you wanted the answer.
Heeseung hesitated, his gaze dropping. “Busy,” he admitted. “Rehearsals, schedules… you know how it is.”
Yes, because Heeseung had managed to debut, and his group had a large audience, growing famous even overseas. It was a surprise he came in a public place, without something to cover himself with.
You nodded again, the lump in your throat growing. Of course, you knew. His career had always been demanding, and you’d tried so hard to understand, to support him even when it meant putting your own needs aside.
But you were tired. Tired of being a second choice, tired of all the dates where he stood you up, all the excuses.
You needed stability in your life, and Heeseung couldn’t give you that. Not anymore.
“I missed you.” he said suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.
Your breath hitched. “I missed you too.”
You tried to focus on the rain outside, but the sound of his quiet sigh brought your attention back to him. His usually bright eyes were clouded, the weight of everything left unsaid pressing down on both of you.
“This isn’t how I thought it would go,” his voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if speaking the words aloud might make them more real.
You swallowed hard, your fingers tightening around your cup. “Neither did I,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.
The truth was, you had both tried—tried to hold on, to make it work despite the endless obstacles. His chaotic schedule, your demanding responsibilities, the miles that always seemed to stretch too far between you. But no matter how much love there was between you, reality had a way of tearing at the seams.
“I feel like I’m failing you,” Heeseung said, his voice trembling slightly. He looked up at you, his expression a mixture of guilt and heartbreak. “Like I can’t give you what you need, no matter how much I want to.”
Your chest tightened at his words. “You’re not failing me,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “Heeseung, you’ve always given me everything you could. But maybe… maybe it’s just not enough anymore.”
The admission hung heavy in the air, and you hated yourself for saying it. But it was the truth. Love wasn’t supposed to feel this hard, was it?
Heeseung leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. He looked tired—tired in a way that went beyond the late nights and endless rehearsals. “I thought love was supposed to be enough,” he murmured, echoing your thoughts.
You wanted to reach out, to take his hand and tell him that it was enough. That he was enough. But deep down, you both knew that wasn’t true.
“It’s not about love,” you said quietly. “It’s about timing. And right now… it feels like the world is against us.”
His jaw clenched, his eyes dropping to the table. “So what are you saying?” he asked, his voice barely audible.
You hesitated, your heart breaking as you forced yourself to say the words. “I’m saying that maybe we need to let each other go.”
His head shot up, his eyes wide and filled with a pain that mirrored your own. “No,” he said quickly, shaking his head. “We can figure this out. We’ve made it this far, haven’t we? We can keep trying.”
But the desperation in his voice only made it harder. You had been trying for so long, and the effort had left you both exhausted. “Heeseung,” you said softly, tears welling up in your eyes. “What if trying is what’s hurting us?”
The silence that followed was deafening.
Heeseung’s hands tightened into fists, his knuckles turning white. “This isn’t fair,” he said, his voice cracking. “I love you. I love you more than anything, and it’s not fair that we have to end like this.”
You reached out then, your hand covering his. His skin was warm, but the touch felt fleeting, like trying to hold onto sand slipping through your fingers. “I love you too,” you whispered, your voice trembling. “But sometimes, love isn’t enough to fix everything. It’s better if we let go.”
Heeseung’s head shook, his eyes wide and filled with a mix of disbelief and hurt. “You don’t mean that,” he said, shaking his head.
“I don’t want to mean it,” you said, your voice breaking. “But we’re tearing ourselves apart trying to hold on, Heeseung. And I don’t want us to end up resenting each other because of it.”
His hand tightened around yours, his grip almost desperate. “I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice trembling. “You’re the one thing that keeps me grounded. I don’t know how to do this without you.”
The rain outside grew heavier, the sound filling the empty space between you.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Heeseung said suddenly, his voice thick with emotion. “And the thought of not having you in my life… I don’t know how I’m supposed to deal with that.”
Tears spilled down your cheeks, and you quickly wiped them away. “You’ll be okay and so will I,” you said, trying to convince yourself as much as him. “And maybe someday… when the timing is right, we’ll find our way back to each other.”
Heeseung let out a shaky breath, his hand tightening around yours. “Someday,” he repeated, though the word felt more like a wish than a promise.
You stayed like that for a moment, holding onto each other as if the world might stop if you let go. But eventually, you pulled away, your heart breaking as you stood.
“I’ll always love you,” you said softly, your voice barely audible over the rain.
Heeseung looked up at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’ll always love you too.”
And with that, you turned and walked out into the storm, the sound of the rain mixing with the quiet sobs you could no longer hold back.
You didn’t look back, afraid that if you did, you might never be able to leave. But even as you walked away, you carried him with you—his voice, his laughter, his love.
It wasn’t the ending you wanted. But not all the stories ended happily ever after.
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okay so we’ve all heard about mean jackie, the one who js uses r and wtv but what about a jackie who’s kinda obsessed with r but isn’t afraid to show it? maybe shes like all over r at school and especially at parties or after soccer practice/matches.
btw i js wanted to say i absolutely ADORE ur writing and its genuinely refreshing!!
── .✦ DATING JACKIE TAYLOR
— summary: dating jackie taylor hcs.
— warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff. established relationship. gn!reader. one brief mention of jackie’s death (my bad…). did not beta read.
— a/n: i hope this is enough fluff to make up for the insane amount of jackie angst on this blog…
jackie who loves physical touch and who’s lowkey so clingy with you.
she isn’t shy about physical affection. at all. whether it’s holding your hand in the hallways (partly to show you off, partly because she just wants to feel your presence) resting her head on your shoulder during lunch, or draping herself across you at parties, she always needs to be in contact somehow. jackie doesn’t care who’s watching. in fact, she wants people to watch, dwelling in the attention it brings: the little whispers and lingering glances from classmates as she casually tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear or leans in close to whisper something only you can hear. it’s not just about the spectacle; it’s jackie’s way of marking her territory, showing everyone that you’re hers.
jackie who loves when you stay after school to watch her practice or show up to her games.
after every match or practice, she’s practically glued to you. she’ll jog over, still sweaty and out of breath, and throw an arm around you. and if you’re wearing her jacket or an old jersey while cheering her on? fuck it: she’ll kiss you right there, in front of everyone. she’s a sucker for the post-match attention, especially after the yellowjackets have won (even more so when jackie is the one to score the winning goal): when it’s just the two of you and you invite her out for dinner to celebrate the victory <3 you usually stay longer to watch her practice, too. jackie insists on sharing her post-practice snacks with you afterwards, as a treat for waiting on the bleachers. even if you have your own food, she’ll claim: “mine taste better though,” only to pop a piece of granola into your mouth with a smug grin.
jackie who tries to act nonchalant about you…
…but fails miserably. she isn’t exactly mean, (okay maybe a bit) but if someone tries to get too close to you, her possessiveness does come out, no matter what. she’ll slip her arm around your waist, pull you closer, and flash her sweetest (but most fake) smile. “oh, hi! didn’t realize we were having a little gathering here” she’ll manage, squeezing you just a little tighter. at this point, everyone at school knows jackie is into you. she’ll stop mid-conversation to greet you, abandon her friends to sit with you, or even bail on a party if you’re not going. it’s clear to anyone paying attention that you’re her favorite person.
speaking of which: jackie always seems to know where you are in public places.
you honestly have no idea how she does it, but jackie finds you either way. she’s a literal human magnet, always attracting you or the other way around. whether it’s in the halls, at parties or soccer games, jackie will find you in the largest crowds. she doesn’t mean to be overbearing, it’s just that being near you feels right to her. you’ll instantly know it’s her, when a pair of arms wraps around you from behind and someone’s peppering your neck in kisses. “there you are” she’ll whisper gently.
jackie, who loves to make you blush!! <3
she’ll casually brush her fingers along your arm while whispering something flirty in your ear, or she’ll lean in just a little too close when you’re talking. (not that she could ever be too close to you) she lives for your reactions and they way she can watch your cheeks flush red. even when she can’t be there to see your reaction, only the idea of knowing you’ll be flustered all over again is enough for her to leave little notes in your locker that you’ll find by the time she’s already in a different class.
jackie, who keeps reminders of you everywhere!!
she keeps photos of the two of you in her planner or pressed into her notebooks, and sometimes you catch her smiling at them when she thinks no one’s looking. she might even replace her beloved heart charm necklace with a locket you’ve given her, keeping a picture of the two of you with her wherever she goes (okay okay this is too angsty to unpack but: jackie who takes this locket with her on the flight to the nationals…jackie, whose only reminder of you in the wilderness is the little, square shaped photograph of you…jackie who dies with her fist clutched around it. ANYWAY.) but ALSO: jackie whose locker is basically yours too. half of it is filled with your stuff: your jacket, a book you mentioned liking, even snacks you said you enjoyed. she’ll tell anyone who asks that it’s because “they always forget their things, so i’m just being helpful”
jackie, who gives you the cheesiest nicknames known to mankind.
and she’s only half joking too. she mostly does it to get a rise out of you and hear your laughter when she curls up against you and buries her face in the crook of your neck as she comes up with something hilarious like “babycakes”. your groan will only spur her on and draw a giggle from her lips as she pokes your sides playfully.
jackie, who will spoil you rotten.
you mention something briefly that you’d like to have? jackie will buy it for you. you’re out for lunch? she’s paying. you mention that you don’t have any nice clothes to wear? she’s taking you on a shopping spree with her dad’s credit card. especially for special occasions like christmas or your birthday, jackie is all over the place, ensuring to get you at least one big present that’s better than whatever your other friends and family have gotten you. she also insists on taking you to the nicest restaurants in town. jackie orders for you with 0 hesitation, knowing all your favorites, and never lets you pay. she’s doing it with the best intentions, though: it’s never about showing off or flaunting her/her parents’ wealth, it’s all about showing you how much she cares!!
jackie, who calls you in the middle of the night.
on the rare occasions when you’re not sleeping at the other’s house, she sometimes calls just to hear/fall asleep to the sound of your voice. you don’t even have to talk about anything important (though you will, most of the time). for jackie, it’s enough to recap her day, ask about yours, or just hear your voice. if you sound tired, she’ll tease you for staying up for her, though deep down, she appreciates it more than you know.
jackie who asks you to go to your prom before graduation together.
showing you off in the halls is definitely not enough: she is determined to take you to prom too, especially because it’s your last one before graduating. jackie would go all out for her promposal, i just KNOW IT: gathering your favorite flowers and leaving a heartfelt note in your locker. when you find her waiting nearby, she’s grinning ear to ear. she’d be so serious about it too, no matter how you feel about the formalities etc.! she insists on taking you dress (or suit!) shopping and makes sure you get the outfit you feel perfect in, even if it means trying on a dozen options. she beams at you every time!! <3 guys i’m having a moment here but also: jackie who gets you matching accessories for prom night!! jackie who instantly drags you onto the dance floor the second a slow song plays!! jackie who’s holding you close the whole time, whispering how much she’s going to miss moments like this after graduation!!
rhiannon stealing your clothes this, rhiannon stealing your clothes that. guys. jackie stealing your clothes!!
she insists on “borrowing” your hoodie or jacket all the time. but here’s the thing: she wears it in public constantly, not just around the house. she loves showing off that she’s got a piece of you with her wherever she goes. when you finally ask for it back, she grins and says, “you can have it… after you give me something else to steal” sometimes she’ll show up in clothes you don’t even remember giving her, grinning knowingly.
jackie, whose plans always include you.
whenever she starts making plans for the future, it is as if you’re an inseparable unit. it’s like she can’t even picture a life where you’re not right by her side. she’s got it all planned out, and it’s not like you’re complaining. the two of you were supposed to go to the same college anyway, but it still warms your heart to hear that she’s imagining a future with you and that you’re not limited to your highschool years.
jackie who’s so so proud of you no matter what.
she gets ridiculously proud of even the smallest things you do. did you answer a question in class or get a good grade? she’ll lean over and whisper, “you’re a genius.” scored a point during fucking gym class? she’s clapping loudly from the sidelines. “that’s my partner!” she’ll say to anyone within earshot. she’s your own personal cheerleader!! regardless of all of these things, she sometimes overthinks the whole situation. given the fact that she never cared for someone the way she does for you and that this is her first time in a truly loving relationship, she’s probably worried about doing things the ‘right way’. she’ll hesitate before asking if you’re happy with her, or quietly admit she worries about losing you. you’re obviously there to reassure her time and time again!!
jackie, who’s a hopeless romantic in denial!!!!
when jackie loves, she loves hard. before you, she hasn’t even known this side of herself, so she’s surprised to find out how much of a romantic she turns out to be. everyone notices how much softer and happier she is when she’s with you. the usual sharpness in her voice fades, and she’s all smiles and easy laughter. jackie is unapologetically obsessed, down bad, if you will!! she’ll always come up with something sweet to do with you, whether it’s dragging you outside to watch the stars at a party, hand-feed you popcorn during movie nights, or even burn a cd of your songs to blast in the car.

#˙💌 ̟ !! ─ my works#jackie taylor#jackie taylor x reader#jackie taylor x female reader#jackie taylor x fem!reader#jackie taylor x you#jackie taylor headcanons#yellowjackets#yellowjackets x reader#yellowjackets x female reader#yellowjackets x you
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got termed twice, took a break, we’re back at it again!!!
S L A N ‘ S I N T R O D U C T I O N
⤷ i used to be vodka4reb and reb4vodka
about me: pretty confident and outgoing, i’m very social and need to be around people 24/7. insanely versatile; i love different aesthetics and music, i can’t confine myself to just one thing so i need to constantly switch things up and experiment. and i’m also bilingual! (spanish & english)
name: slantos (or slan for short, if you’re cool).
pronouns: i go by she/her ; yes, i’m a girl
age: im 16 years old and i’m interested in true crime (obviously).
blog content: of course, this is predominantly a tcc account so i’ll frequently post stupid shit, random thoughts, etc. occasionally, i’ll reblog things i find interesting/funny.
condone? i personally don’t condone, idolize, or propagate any of the actions/crimes committed by individuals in the tcc, but if you do, that’s totally cool with me. /srs
DNI: i’m pretty chill about most things so i don’t feel the need to have a DNI list; we embrace degeneracy on this blog. /j
DMS: my dms are always open if you’re down to talk, i don’t mind them whatsoever.
favorite true crime cases: eric harris, dylan klebold, dylann storm roof, elliot rodgers, jodi arias, alyssa bustamante, adam lanza, salvador ramos, andrew blaze/randy stairs, payton grendon, artyom anoufriev, nikita lytkin, igor suprunyuk, viktor sayenko, pekka eric auvinen, vladislav roslyakov, kip kinkel and bastian bosse.
favorite movies: zero day, elephant, duck! the carbine high massacre, the class (2007), zero hour, natural born killers, mean girls, jennifer’s body, confessions of a teenage drama queen, white chicks, legally blonde, transformers, fast & furious.
music preferences: KMFDM, MSI, NIN, rammstein, columbine carcass, suicideboys, nirvana, arctic monkeys, playboy carti, tay-k, chief keef, YBN nahmir, nicki minaj, ayesha erotica, blackpink, megan the stallion, britney spears, ariana grande, lady gaga, the weeknd, bktherula, lil wayne, drake, maluma, J alvarez, plan B, don omar, ozuna, natti natasha, becky g, nickyjam, karol g, shakira, daddy yankee, J balvin, and farruko.
other interests: fashion, music, makeup, youtube, literature, psychology, journaling, acting, being on camera, and writing.
kay that’s it, byeeeee!
#tcc intro#tcc columbine#tccblr#tcc fandom#tcc tumblr#dylan columbine#tcc thoughts#tcctwt#eric and dylan#dylan and eric#eric columbine
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a quick "get to know the person behind the blog" while i write the 29th day of Kinktober fics (a later post, unfortunately)
nobody tagged me but anyway i found the trend very interesting and wanted to do it too <3 <3
Name/nickname: Vênus
Gender: Female
Star sign: Capricorn
Height: 5′2 (1.57)
Time: 09:21 pm
Birthday: 13, January
Favourite band: One Direction, Guns N' Roses, Bon Jovi, Fleetwood Mac
Favourite solo artist: Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey, Ethel Cain
Song that’s stuck in my head: Sun Bleached Flies by Ethel Cain, Lilith by Saint Avangeline, Army Dreamers by Kate Bush
Last movie: The Substance and I also rewatched Me Before You for the 6th time
Last show: I was rewatching Hannibal (NBC) season 2 this week
When did I make this blog: March, I guess
What I post: Smut fics and Dark/Dead Dove Do Not Eat fics about s/o x female reader, but I'm gonna start writing angst sometimes and also s/o x female OCs and some specific random ships
Last thing I googled: The name of the actress who starred Possession (1981)
Do I get asks: YEAH! I love it when readers make requests, compliments or random comments. But unfortunately there's also a lot of anon hate
How did I chose my username: For those who believe in Astrology, some people say that our Rising Sign contains our Ruling Planet. My Rising is Taurus and Taurus is ruled by Venus. Venus is the "Roman version" of the Greek myth of Aphrodite, who is the Goddess of beauty, love, sex... and also she's one of my favorites. Besides Vênus is also my nickname. Anyway, "byline" would be because of the writing, I really don't know how to explain very well the thoughts I had that day hahaha
Following: 64 (I always forget to follow the accounts and I struggle afterwards trying to find the blogs 😭😭)
Followers: 1,122 (HOLY SHIT)
Average sleep: 3 or 4 hours probably
Lucky number: 7 and 13
Instruments: Unfortunately no one :(
What am I wearing rn: Black and red pajama shirt, black pajama pants and gray-pink socks decorated with pink and light blue candies
Dream trip: Anywhere in Scotland, but especially Edinburgh. London too
Favourite food: Strawberry
Nationality: Brazilian
Favourite song: All Too Well by Taylor Swift, that 10 minute version from Red (Taylor's Version)
Last book: I don't have time to read lately, but in October I reread The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
Top 3 fictional universes: A Song of Ice and Fire, Criminal Minds, Hannibal (but honorable mention for The Hunger Games)
Favourite colour: Dark Red (especially Maroon) and Pink (especially Amaranth Pink)
#venusbyline#get to know the person behind the blog#get to know the author#get to know me#get to know the blogger#about myself#about my blog#about me#fic writing#smut writer#smut scenarios#smut fanfiction#criminal minds smut#spencer reid smut#aemond targaryen smut#hotd smut#aegon targaryen smut#hotd scenarios#spencer reid x reader#aemond targaryen x reader#aegon targaryen x you#jacaerys velaryon x reader#jacaerys velaryon smut#smut headcanons#dead dove do not eat#dark smut#dark fanfiction#writer stuff#writers on tumblr#writeblr
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miguel o’hara x blind! wife headcanons
love language: physical touch…i think miguel would always cup your face, caress you face, gently rub his nose against yours which earns you some giggles, nose kisses, cheek kisses, forehead kisses, and of course regular kisses <3 but he would always go in the order
he may kiss your neck and collarbone and gently trace circles onto your skin to show you his love…you may not see him :( but you can imagine your husband being handsome (like imagine not being able to see your beloved’s face ☹️)
always holding onto you whether he has his arm wrapped around your shoulders or holding your hand whenever you go so you don’t bump into things, now, you’re capable doing anything on your own but miguel is very protective of you
he made sure that whenever you went out in public you had the best technology to assist you wherever you may go & safe to say it has worked wonders for you !! lyla makes sure to check up in on you every once in awhile and reports it to miguel because he a worrisome person (he tracks your location LMAO)
other than that though, you like to paint and draw on your free-time!! you’re very into arts and crafts so you made miguel a big quilt! he was in utter shock because it was very intricate and pretty, very well made done. he made sure to use it whenever he could :) and he cannot thank you enough for thinking about him <3
miguel is your muse 🧚🏽♀️
you’re very outspoken and love to play around with miguel in which miguel adores a lot! “i can’t see you but i do know you’re handsome….” “well, how do you know darling?” “i can hear it in your voice” and you both break out in laughter, honestly so cute 😭
another love language; words of affirmation…you always tell your husband how much you love him and how he his your dream man for as long as you could ever remember :( OH! miguel is very good at affirming his love with you, definitely mutters sweet praises whether you’re doing a chore or doing nothing <3
music is a part of your life
miguel has brought you to many concerts to your favorite artists
gabriel is very fond of you and he thinks you’re a very cool person yet he always pokes fun of miguel because he genuinely thought no woman would ever fall for him because of his stoic and serious nature. gabriel refers to you as his sister and loves you like one
“for as long as i live, you’ll always be the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he says it while he holds your ears in his hands and gently caresses them which makes you all flustered and shy <3
tags 🏷️: @kairiscorner @meeom @emiemiemiii @sabcandoit
#spiderman atsv#spider man: across the spider verse#miguel o'hara#atsv x reader#miguel o’hara x reader#🌱 lin writes#miguel spiderman#miguel o’hara x y/n#spider person#blind reader#blog post#miguel o'hara x reader#miguel headcanons#miguel o’hara fluff
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hello my robootylings.... i finally made the gaw damn meet the artist for the 1738 subscriber special ^_^ comment below what danganronpa execution i should get based on what youve learned abt me from this
#draws#robooty kun#robooty hellworld#this was my personal hell to create because i hate formatting and like#yknow writing words and making words look good#genuinely kms#ngl i gave up by the time i got to background and finishing touches#i went idgaf i cant do this anymore#tbh u guys know more abt me from just keeping up wif this blog#this thing just has all the boring details i dont mention like my height n shit -_-
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Creator: Mm, art block. What to do...?
Creator: What do you think, wackus bonkus?
"Wackus Bonkus" (Hand): make angst
Creator: ohh, you naughty wackus bonkus
#ooc#not queued#literally me a few weeks ago trying to force myself to not get bored of this blog#this is my excuse for making angst#also it might not seem like it but Ink is my favorite character#he's so like#idk#he's so interesting i like him so much i just don't like writing from his perspective#i love making him a really dark shade of morally grey where he's not a good person but he's not like#a bad person#he just exists a certain way#i do like dynamics between Ink and Swap where Swap is trying to see from Ink's perspective and understand him#but also on this blog him trying to justify Ink's actions because he's a friend clouds his judgement of what's generally morally correct#sorry for the ramble i really like this little paint boy if you can't tell#aforementioned ramble is correlated to the next post for the record#not very confident about it but i do want to show character stuff and give little spoilers n hints about what's happening#i gave the silly little blog a proper timeline/storyline oops#updated to include the wings i forgot to draw fml
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Ouh. I really like how out of all the antagonists in the series, Prism's motivations (and her turning to Zoraxis) are directly influenced by Phoenix's track record. She has the most personal beef with the agent, though it's a little ironic that her TK implant helped the agent's success. If it weren't for Prism, Phoenix wouldn't be the legend that they are known for.
...Except...That's minimizing Phoenix's own ingenuity and skill with the implant, isn't it? It's a useful tool, yes! But in the end, it's just a tool. Phoenix was able to use it in unique ways, and that's not counting whatever else Phoenix has to do in the moment without TK. If it weren't for Phoenix's own efforts (and their strange ability to not Die), Prism wouldn't be forced to take revenge.
They're their own self-made people, but inevitably they left such a huge impact on each other before the third game...and if Prism wasn't the one who personally added the implant in Phoenix's head, then they haven't even interacted in person!
It could be seen as a little tragic, and it sorta is--Prism's desire for revenge is a little misplaced (and, yes, it is bolstered by Zor when she switches to their side). For all we know, Phoenix never intended to be the villain in Prism's story. But Prism's frustrated and angry and devastated about being reduced to the One Project she made. She just wanted to make something bigger than herself.
And it's really nice to see Phoenix help her once she recognizes that Zor's been using her all this time...even if it takes some time for Prism to really let them help her.
It takes the combination of their unique skills, brainpower, and their eventual trust in one another to destroy Zor's volcano kinesium base. Prism gets saved by the person she thought made her dreams impossible, and in return, Phoenix gets saved in the one IEYTD ending where they're not declared legally dead. I feel like that's something interesting? Because this is also the one finale where Phoenix has an active ally working with them close to their side (...as close as Prism and Phoenix could get, anyway).
Well. Anyway. What was I talking about? Enemies who are closely intertwined with one another's journeys end up becoming each other's most important allies? Okay, yeah. Let's go with that.
#ieytd#i expect you to die#roxana prism#agent phoenix#Could be shippy but it's focused more on their friendship#and parallels..might tag it but it's not really all there. feel free to though#i meant to like .. write more about them but my ideas are disjointed n all over the place#so you guys get this one part for now lmao#i Need to listen to more of Prism's voicelines. i forget how much she heckles on Phoenix's abilities#in the earlier parts#she calls their techniques... 'uniquely clever' in the mines (sarcastic)#and she's like 'took you long enough' in blind spot#personally i love 'hey if it's dumb and it works; it just works! Good job' in kboom#GIRL. you're so funny you know that. twirling my hair#anyways#gene rambles#idk if this is readable. it's probably all over the place#but it's also half of my explanation on the 'you made me as i made you' line#that i wrote. on that doodle dump i made#ieytd 3#ieytd 3 spoilers#um yeah uh yeah my blogs full of that. sorry#i expect you to die 3 spoilers
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do you roleplay??
no not really and I’d rather break my toe than try to rp in front of this many people
#ask#i like sometimes rp with One person but not rly even#i treat my inbox like an ask blog sometimes tho but refuse to write in character I’d feel like the onceler#role play is cool and awesome tho I did it a lot when I was 14 so I do support it 👍 fun way to make friends n learn writing n stuff
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Ive been looking through some blogs on tumblr lately and I was thinking about posting other stuff other than drawings and shitpost sooo maybe tomorrow (? :^ for example thoughts I have sometimes, what Im doing, the food im eating at the moments n stuff like taht ^^'
#juts for the funsies#and also bvuz i wanna post more in here :>#but for now i will go to sleep#its 2:30am in my country and my sleep schedule got damaged some days ago n i wanna fix it ;-;#so goODNIGHT!!!!! (◍•ᴗ•◍)🩵#(also srry for any errors i comited while writing this i write really quicky and my keyboard dowsnt correct sometimes )#blog stuff#that will be the tag :3#FranOewm#ok ahora si buenas noches =v=#equisde#edit: i couldn't sleep so imma add more tags :^#animecore#kawaiicore#kawaii#anime#personal#nurse witch komugi chan#nakahara komugi#komugi chan#komugi-chan#nurse witch komugi-chan
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Do u not ship tatum and brown 💔
#ur answer#LMFAO TO BE SRS THO#i do ship them but i also dont#like i like the ship i think it's rlly cute#i just dont feel the urge to write for it myself or comment on it#ill see pics of them and be like aww!! the cuties!! married !#but like thats all tbh#i dont have the personal compulsion to explore their relationship in depth on my own time#now that dowsnt mean i know nothing abt them. i know bits n pieces but only from moots#not from research done on my own accord#and bcs i dont have that solid backbone to play off of#i dont feel comfortable personally to write stuff for them if what im mainly playing off of are small bits#to make a big whole thing#then ill feel like it's a disservice to those that DO know the whole thing so i just leave it to the more experienced ya feel?#theres a lot of blogs who DO do that research and thats awesome! i do research too! judt on other things#everyone has their own cups of tea they like to sip and they like to down#i like to sip on some ships but ull Know when i down a ship bcs . ya. ill be the iceberg baby#it's like my opinion on favs like zach lavine#hes pretty and i can see the reason for being a fan but personally im just a fan of other things !#a bigger fan* i mean. i like him. but do i LIKE like him? cant say for sure bcs i havent made the effort to get to know him fr#and i dont feel the need to bcs i just dont and thats ok! no need to make any violent defense up when theres none needed#altho i do feel like sometimes a ship like jt and jb can run the risk of the curry lebron thing where#a lot of ppl jump into writing it bcs pretty light man paired with powerful seeming/looking dark man = wowziezowa#and thats all it ever is to them#so i Do tend to avoid Some media of it. but again. unforch. this follows a Lot of the popular ships between a light complex&dark one#do i think theyre super cute ? yes! do i find their found family adorbs! ofc! in a way i ship them and in a way i dont#i am just a creature at the end of the day#soggy :(
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standing in the open doorway of my blog. the fn.af hyperfixation is creeping back in ( not that it ever fully left ).
#☽—— ⸢ ooc ⸥#f n a f /#.tbd.#listen i've been taking a much-needed break from the rp side of tumblr#(usually my breaks consist of lurking and stressing out abt getting back. so like. not breaks.)#so yeah i haven't even been lurking BUT i miss y'all#i do wanna get back here but it's gotta be on my brain's terms#like. i NEED to focus on rping because i genuinely love it and not because Somebody Might Hate Me For Being Slow / Inactive#but yeah expect me lurking more again + maybe posting ooc / hc stuff#as for actual writing: we'll see!! hopefully soon because i miss it but i'm not gonna make promises#esp because i've been busy lately too#in the meantime i'm active on my personal and si.ms blog if anybody wants to urls#+ feel free to message me on dis.cord
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in general, sometimes i really wonder what sort of impression i make on this place
#some told me (ily muach) but this sort of question do appear sometimes#like i know my personality and such#but like writing wise#and like from things i do here i really wonder how people see me#probably because im also new here and a bit tmi but this is like the most active i have been in socmed after quite a l o n g while#everyone here has been nothing but kind to me tho ily everyone#im glad im here hahaha#maybe one day i will talk about how happy i am whenever i talk to someone here#as a shy person it really means a lot to me haha#okay this is getting embarassing but yeah that question does exist#babblings#it's been 3 work days right so yeah let me be noisy this once again#or maybe i should make another blog that i treat like a priv acc and i dump everything there#hey thats a good idea actually#there are many things i want to say but all in all im really happy to be here. thank you everyone#i am still learning on how to express it and about interaction all in all as i am still as much of as a grandma as when i first start#but there is that. ily everyone#just putting this out here for a bit haha. might as well
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hm its no surprise i love barry so much. hes just a nice guy with optimistic charm and a strong sense of duty that everyone calls boring. hes just superman #2 at that point
#i got into barry cuz i wanted to see him realized since no one else woudl write him despite how pop he is#telling u now for a long time being a superman fan its being told ur fave is boring#cuz hes nice or cuz he didnt go thru tragedy or doesnt have objective based motives#day in an dday out i fought demons just LIKING SOMEONE WHOSE NICE#barry had a good life. he got powers. he became a good person with his powers! thats it#nothings wrong w that omg#also his hey day was the silverage where that writing can seem b o r i n g#so i think hes given an unfair judgement#hes cute#posting this on clarks blog cuz i dont wanna spam my barry blog til i finish more of his comics raaah#anyway im a professional at loving nice guys who everyone calls boring in this essay i will-
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I hate when I look in the mirror and I look different from how I look in my head
#blog#boy blogger#life blogging#life#writers and poets#writing#writeblr#personal vent#vent post#vent blog#tw 3d vent#vent#3d vent#writers on tumblr#writerscommunity#@n@ vent#my thoughts#my thougts#thoughts#random thoughts#relatable
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Haven’t talked abt King here in a hot minute anyway uhhh the outcome there was I just stopped talking to them. And I’ve gotten sent like. Three texts in the last two months and they’ve all been Weird Al or Weezer memes. I don’t care man. My philosophy with them was just stop responding and stop reaching out. And I will say like I’m happier for it. Does it probably suck that I sunk so much time and love into them and it ends here? Yeah. But that’s how it goes sometimes. Life goes on. I am loved by a whole bunch of people. Life is too short to spend it on people that make you stress puke
#rian’s slay compilation#was rereading drafts on my writing blog n shit#and it’s SO FUNNY thinking abt how I dreaded this going into college. then fell for a girl like a week into college and it didn’t matter#guys I played TTRPGs w this girl today. and she is modifying her goals w me so we play a game where the characters die less#bc I was sad when my guy died in GLOG#and like !!!!!!!!! it’s so small but god#I don’t wanna tell my gf like ‘thanks for being the first person to actively treat me well’ bc she’s decisively not#I DO have a lot of really important friendships#she’s also just. so incredibly kind.#and it’s kinda a jumpscare just realizing how much a part of my life she is now bc I’ve only known her for two months but she makes me smile#loving is weird and a little scary. but hey. I love her.
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