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Happy New Year to all the buddies!!
#y'all have brightened up my year immensely#thank you for bein' a friend#hope your upcoming year is awesome and joyful and full of fun#it's not midnight yet where I am but I wanted to be sure to get the message out
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𝐡𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞'𝐬 𝐟𝟏 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥
𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝟱: 𝗹𝗲𝘄𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘁𝗼𝗻 𝘅 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 | 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗲𝘅 & 𝗰𝗼𝗰𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴
📖𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆: your husband comes home to his monaco apartment after achieving p2 in spain. from the texts you sent him before he boarded his flight, he expected you to be awake when he arrived. however, you’ve fallen asleep–but that’s not a problem. he’ll sneak into bed right next to you and catch a few extra hours of sleep. you’ll commemorate the podium come morning. 📖𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: 18+ only. explicit. vaginal sex. lingerie. marriage. unsafe sex. no pull-out. tender sex. slow and sensual. cockwarming. intimacy. no beta we get disqualified like lewis and charles. not dirty? husband/wife kink (if that’s a thing). more soft. sickeningly sweet (ig). 📖𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1k words. 📖𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: lewis hamilton x fem!black!reader 📖𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲: oneshot. 📖𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗸: icu • coco jones
𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲: needed something to soothe the soul after the austin gp disqualifications. this is at the same time the least kinky thing i’ve written so far and the most kinky thing ever. because love feels filthier to write, idk if that makes sense. it’s on the shorter side because i ditched the preamble in order to finish this in time lol, but i dedicate this to my twin @saintwrld :) (it reminds me of her renaissance series :p y'all should check it out @saintslewis) and i hope everyone enjoys it !!!!
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lewis sighs tiredly as he lies down in bed next to you. the mercedes driver turns on his side facing you, and laughs quietly. your bonnet, of course, has grown a pair of legs and climbed its way off your head and is sleeping on the pillow next to you—your braids fanned out on the pillow underneath you unprotected. lewis carefully wrangles the bonnet back on you and smiles adoringly when he notices that you're wearing the matching bonnet he got you almost nine years ago. and to feel how the matching bonnets makes his heart stutter after spending a decade of his life with you, two of those years being married; he knows being married to you is one of the best decisions he’s ever made.
he tugs you, his wife, closer; cooing out loud when he notices that you’re clad in one of his tommy hilfiger hoodies, tucking your head under his chin, arms wrapping around you tightly, and legs intertwining comfortably. you hum against his chest, nuzzling deeper into his bare skin, and a faint smile lingers on your lips, and unconscious reaction to having your husband home again. lewis throws his head back groaning, he can’t wake you up now. you had spammed his phone with texts before his flight, promising that he’d get a “surprise” when he got home, for doing so well this weekend—and he doesn’t have the heart to wake you up just so he can fuck you. well, he thinks, he can just get a couple hours of sleep in and then he’ll wake you up and enjoy whatever gift you’ve decided to bless him with and he drifts into sleep.
when lewis wakes up again, the first thing he notices is that he’s slept for way more than a couple hours. the noon sun has brightened the room immensely, and he’s shocked that he managed to stay asleep for so long with how the sun is shining directly on his face. he shifts onto his back, groaning at the soreness left from racing, and glances down at you to see if your still sleeping, and chokes on his breath. his hoodie is rucked up your waist from sleep, exposing your black lace panties, and when he shifts to get a better view of your ass, his body jostles yours and reveals the silver shift of glitter in the fabric.
“fuck,” lewis murmurs, he’s always been weak for you dressing in his team colors. one of his tattooed hands takes a generous squeeze of your ass, and he wonders if you're wearing the matching top. his grip on your ass may have become a smidge too tight at that thought, because you softly gasp awake. lewis watches as you squirm against him softly, face twisted in confusion, before you make eye contact with him, and you relax.
you smile sweetly, your left hand rising to rest on his cheek, “welcome home, champ.” lewis laughs at your half-asleep tone, nuzzling his face into your hand, before turning to press a kiss at the ring he put on your finger. “it was only a second-place finisher, love. no need to call me ‘champ.’��
frowning at him, you scoff, “you are still a seven-time world champion, are you not?” lewis concedes to your point; he’s not interested in being scolded by you today—he’s more concerned with unwrapping the present you got him. he hums and noses at your chin before he captures your lips in a dizzying kiss. your lips are languid against each other, there’s no rush in rediscovering the crevices within your mouths. lewis ignores how your teeth tug at his bottom lip, urging him to speed up—he only deepens the kiss, not quickening his pace, coercing you to melt under his passion.
he pulls away, enjoying how your gaze has transformed from sleep-hazy to lust-hazy. “mmm, is my ‘surprise’ the panties and matching bra you have under my hoodie?” lewis asks you. you nod your head gently, scooting back and pulling the hoodie up to reveal the matching silver-glitter covered black bralette. he moans at the sight of you; perky breasts and nipples hard underneath the lace, your eyes half-lidded in arousal. his hands reach out to grasp at your chest, thumbs dragging over your nipples, causing a shaky moan to fall from your lips at the friction. you reach to pull the hoodie off but lewis grunts in dissent, “nah, keep it on for me. just make sure it stays up, love.”
“ohmygod,” you giggle quietly, “you can just say you’re obsessed with fucking me in your clothes.”
lewis rolls his eyes at you, “okay: i’m obsessed with fucking you in my clothes. i love the way you smell like me after, i love the way your smell lingers when i wear them after you, i love the way you look in my clothes; if i could choose, i wish you’d only ever wear my clothes and have pretty lingerie underneath them all the time.”
you stare at him wide-eyed, not expecting him to flip your teasing words in that manner, maybe that’s why your panties suddenly feel a little wet. you bite your lip, trying to think of a way to regain the upper hand, and lewis clocks your eyes brightening.
“i fingered myself open for you last night. i’m sure you could still slip in, if you’re up for it.”
lewis chuckles, half-crazed, and murmurs, “if i’m up for it? promise me, if i ever say no to having sex with you that you’ll take me to see a doctor?”
you hum, hand shifting to rub at the nape of his neck, “i promise, baby. can you fuck me now—i fell asleep waiting for you last night.”
lewis quickly gets to work positioning your body. he spins you around to your side, your back pressed against his chest, and spreads your thighs open with his knee. you moan at his easy manhandling, and press your ass back to grind against the tent in his boxers. he encourages the movement of your hips, even directing the grind for a few beats before he halts your motions. his hand slips in between the two of you, and tugs his dick out. he pulls your panties to the side and slowly slips into you. your mouth drops open in a silent moan, overwhelmed by the stretch from his dick spreading you open. lewis sighs deeply as he bottoms out within you, and kisses you on the shoulder. he stays still, allowing you the time you need to adjust. you shift your hips gently, testing the feel, and hum in assent.
lewis moves his hand to find yours, and locks them over your navel, using them to pull you as close to his body as he can. he whispers softly, “can we take it nice and slow today? i want to make love to you today.”you hum, and it shifts to a whine as his hips gently rock into yours, and whimper out, “it’s your present—can use it however you want.”
lewis keeps the motion of hips slow and controlled, pulling out halfway before sinking in as deep as he can reach. it’s stunning how you can feel every bit of love lewis puts into his thrusts, seeping into you. he continues to pepper kisses on your neck and shoulder, and slips his other arm underneath you, and moving your body slowly so you twist back further, exposing your chest to him again. the hoodie remains bunched under your armpits, and lewis tugs the bralette down underneath your chest, causing your breasts to spill out lewdly over the top. his hand rests over your chest, not groping in any manner, just holding you close, feeling how your heartbeat speeds up from his movements.
in the decade you’ve been in a relationship with lewis, you’ve had some life-changing sex. but, for some reason, the slow and sensual sex has to be your favorite. it feels restorative, like he’s breathing life back into your body, with every deep thrust he’s showing you how much he loves you. and he’s not afraid to say it either.
“i love you, so much—you’re so good to me—my wonderful wife—all for me—all mine—i’ll make you feel so good, love—forever, yeah—you and me, like this—i win everything for you—“
you rock back against him, always weak when he can help but run his mouth, and start rambling back to him, mouth loose from the pleasure he continues to give to you, “my oh! my husband—only you for me, yeah?” he moans into your neck, he doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to you calling him your husband.
there’s no telling how long the two of you are wrapped together, neither you are in any rush to reach a climax—you both crave the intimacy sex like this provides, especially after he’s been away. your orgasms crest over your bodies slowly but they’re more satisfying than any other release you could get from rough sex. lewis continues to grind his dick in you as deep as he can, not making any motion to pull out, and ignores the building sensitivity he’s feeling.
lewis smiles at the blissed out look on your face, and watches how you struggle to open your eyes; he’s been fucking you back to sleep this whole time—that would explain why your rambles disappeared as you got closer to your peak. he tugs the hoodie back down over your chest, and one-handedly drags the duvet to cover your bodies, not wanting you to get cold. “hey, love,” he calls softly, “do you want me to pull out and clean you up?” you shake your head, and turn back onto your side fully, pressing you back to his chest again, and you start to doze off. lewis rubs at your waist gently, soothing you further into sleep—he’s never going to say no to having you keep his dick warm.
lewis carefully reaches towards the nightstand and grabs his phone, and quickly sets an hour alarm. he won’t let himself be fooled by the call of sleep and let the whole day fly by, like he did last night—he’d rather not be awoken by his angry wife screaming about uti’s and whatnot. he’ll just bathe in the afterglow while you sleep soundly; he just wants to look after you a little longer.
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your annabeth post about her 'having so much love to give' I kinda wrote a bit on that. and drew something- also the brownie recipe in this y'all gotta try.
page 1. one of many recepies percy loves.
sally's brownies prep time-fifteen minutes. cook time-thirty minutes. total-forty five minutes. one cup of melted butter -1/2 cups of unsweetened coco powder -2 cups of all-purpose flour -4 large eggs -4 teaspoons of vanilla extract -as much blue food dye as you want. sally said 'I usually put in twenty five drops, which is alot, but Percy loves it.' icing - 1/4 cups of softened butter - 1/4 cup of milk. sally uses 2% -1/4 cup if unsweetened coco powder - 3 cups powdered sugar Instructions Preheat oven to 350° F. -Line a 9x13-inch baking dish with foil and spray foil with non-stick spray. Set aside. - In the bowl of an electric stand-mixer, add the melted butter and cocoa powder. Using the paddle attachment, blend till smooth. Add the flour and sugar. Beat together then add eggs and vanilla. Mix just until combined. Don't over mix. The batter will be thick -Pour batter into prepared baking dish and spread out evenly. Bake 25 to 35 minutes or until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean. Remove brownies from oven and let stand 15 minutes before frosting. -You want the brownies still warm when you frost them! -FOR CHOCOLATE FROSTING: Beat together all the frosting ingredients until smooth. Pour and spread over warm brownies. Let cool completely before cutting and serving.
page 2. my beautiful boy 💙
percy has a series of scars down his back. one long one Down the middle of his back, vertical way. he has five, small thin scars across this scar. he has a a set of three scars down his left shoulder blade, clearly from a monster. some maybe from Gabe. when studying, percy let's me sit in his lap and he plays with my hair. later, i ran a hand through his hair, he relaxed. run his hands through his hair. he loves it. he hates sour candy. he refuses to eat it. today percy stayed up with estelle all night because she's sick, because he said "she might be lonely". reminder to do that when he's sick too" he scrunches up his nose when he's worried he wants to become a trauma and abuse counselor. he wants to help people that went through similar things. mortals and demigods alike. he likes when I wear his cologne. wear it often.
pg 3. lia :)
what I got her on December 22, after Mount Tam, her first birthday back. - a bow able to hold any arrow or immense pressure. ie: when Thalia uses her lightning arrows, it won't heat or break. after Gaia's defetion, shortly after Apollos first misson of redemption, what i got her on her next birthday. -a phone built by Leo with no tracking. all of our friends have one too, all to stay in contact even when she's across the world. something she got after Jason died. - Jason's journal. Jason wanted to give it to her. and the pelt he'd been given from Lupa, he gifted to Thalia. I'm glad she got left his journal too, at least one of them would get to know the other. what I'll get her this year - she keeps talking about a pair of boots. it may sound stupid, but she won't stop talking about it. I definitely want to get her something she wants. but, I dint want to give her just that. I'll meet with Piper to get her to help me to make her better boots. I'll sketch it out.
pg 5. baby girl 🩷
In the realm where love's sweet whispers reside, There walks a demigod, grace personified. Piper McLean, daughter of Aphrodite's grace, With a smile that could brighten the darkest space. Her soft, pretty smile, a radiant delight, Like a sunbeam breaking through the darkest night. Her hair, like tendrils of love's sweet art, Curls into little hearts, a work of the heart. In the gentlest light, her features gleam, A vision of beauty, a celestial dream. The corners of her eyes, they gently crease, When she smiles, all the world finds its peace. A demigod of love, she truly embodies, Aphrodite's daughter, in whom love resides. Piper McLean, a goddess in mortal guise, With a heart so warm, and beauty that never dies.
#pjo#hoo#toa#percy jackson#thalia grace#tsats#heros of olympus#annabeth chase#piper mclean#jason grace#Annabeth writing#she's so sweet#i love her
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Chapter I; Family
.。*♡ A/N: After literally a year I've finally finished writing the first chapter and the second is half-way done. But rereading this I realize I was being too demanding on myself, this chapter is fine. And despite the immense delay, I hope y'all like it as I do. I'll post it later on AO3 as well, the link to my profile is in my pinned post if you want to read it there btw. → Necromancer Au masterlist here.
.。*♡ Warnings: Mc was written gender neutral but in the original idea Mc was a man. So uh if there's any typo about their pronoun pls let me know and I'II fix it, I proofread two times but sometimes something can escape me. Also Lilith's alive.
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.。*♡ Tagging: @dicetheroll @sunshinebea (It's been quite a while so I understand if you no longer want to get tagged in this.)
Traditions can be boring sometimes. But you absolutely adored the holiday tradition with your beloved demons, sitting in the living room before Christmas dinner and telling horror stories. Well, it wasn't just horror stories that were told on that day, there were jokes, challenges and various pranks going on, it was certainly your favorite day and you wouldn't trade it for anything.
Discreetly you watched the faces of each of them react to the tale of terror Lucifer was telling so intensely, clutching your cup of hot chocolate as you listened.
The fire in the fireplace lit his dark hair and his dark voice carried the same touch of drama even though he had already told several stories throughout the night, you watch as the older demon adjusts his glasses over his nose and takes a deep breath before continuing his unhappy tale. His grave words escape your ears as you can only thank whatever deity your path and theirs have crossed, because they were your family and they became very important people to you. You loved them and you knew they loved you too.
They were people you could no longer imagine living without. Each of them was special in their own way and they all brightened up your mornings, even if they were yelling or fighting as early as six o'clock sharp. You still managed to find joy even in the midst of your irritation through the chaos they created and dragged you into.
Beside him, Mammon lets out a loud scream and throws himself on top of the person closest to him for comfort. Everything happens in slow motion in your vision, he and Levi roll off the couch onto the floor and both struggle like fish out of water, completely in the middle of a senseless panic. The avatar of greed hugs his brother's torso with all the strength he has while the avatar of envy tries to flee. And a round of laughter spreads across the room like the hot fire that runs through their bodies and you try not to laugh so hard to spare them some dignity, but it's impossible once your gaze and Lilith's meet. And you burst into loud laughter as Satan helps them back to their feet.
"Grow up, Mammon." Asmo sneered in a cynical chuckle. His muffled voice was almost a whisper between the fabrics of the scarf he was wearing, and he burrowed deeper into the covers for a source of lingering warmth.
He resembled a kitten wrapped like that and Solomon seemed to have thought the same, pulling him closer and whispering something in his ear that made him laugh softly. They finally embraced again, Asmo resting his head lazily on the sorcerer's chest as the other man played with the demon's peach hair.
There's a certain simplicity to the gesture that almost makes you envious. Almost. You know you could throw yourself on top of both of them and snuggle into Solomon's chest too. It wouldn't be the first time after all
Belphie laughs at his older brother, hiding his laughter in his hands. The youngest of the brothers squirms in his seat and with the same malice as ever, places his cold foot on Mammon's bare ankles, which makes him jump once more and glare at him.
"Why did you do that?" Mammon, embarrassed and mumbling something under his breath, came to sit beside him again, so close that their knees were touching as Belphie laughed along with Satan. The avatar of greed sneaked a path to where your hand rested and wrapped it in his, warm, comfortable and your fingers fit together as if your hands were made for each other. You didn't say anything, sparing him embarrassment as you watched his reactions to the story Lucifer kept telling.
If anything, Mammon would rather work full time to make honest money than sit there and listen to one more tale of ghosts, goblins and fairies that makes him shudder all the time. But he didn't dare to oppose that tradition, not when it marked a really special period for each of them. The day you definitely went to live in Devildom with him and his brothers.
What was utterly ironic, however, was that at the end of the night he would most likely seek comfort in your room even though he knew that was precisely where the spirits he feared sought refuge.
You were a necromancer after all and everyone knew it.
"What, um... what happened next?" Luke asked, his eyes sparkling with curiosity. His heart clenched at the pessimistic thought that something might have happened to the fictional people in Lucifer's history.
Avalanche shadows and enraged mystical beasts were reflected between his blue eyes - few details you were paying close enough attention to remember, the youngest of the angels almost didn't want to think about the end of the story, but Simeon's hand on his shoulder gave him courage enough to keep still and wait.
There was an expectant pause in which a smile graced the morning star's lips and he continued promptly after Barbatos poured him some more melancholy coffee. "To this day, they say that if there's a storm and you're walking around the mountain, you can see her spirit wandering aimlessly, looking for her children." Lucifer finished with a sigh, running his fingers through his messy hair, and then ran his eyes over the faces of each of his brothers and their guests.
He seemed satisfied with the collective shock that spread and then looked at you, searching for some surprised expression on your face or something, only his pride kept him from pouting when he realized he wouldn't have any of your expressions.
Stories like that didn't scare you for a long time, precisely because you've been dealing with situations like that since you were just a child. Still, the impact hit you hard when you processed all the information, not because it was scary, but because it was sad to imagine a woman who died during an avalanche and left her children helpless behind, on the verge of certain death that would befall them in the absence of her protection. It was just sad and yet, real. Just like so many ghosts who came to you begging to help their children, to tell you they were dead, or to offer solace.
If someone asked you how you see death, you knew exactly how you would answer. Melancholic and real. Things you loved during your life, things you were proud of, and all your deeds would be forgotten, buried in an endless round of study and work, of pain and hardship, of arrogance and greed, regardless of whether they were a good person or not. But it was also scary and cold, and bad for those who couldn't move on.
Whispers of approval at the story ran between the brothers. Lucifer was, much to Satan's displeasure, a very good storyteller. He confided in you once about how he tucked his brothers and sister into bed and told seven different stories every night when he was just a young archangel. In your mind a cute image popped up whenever you remembered that; just a young looking Lucifer putting little kids in their beds, tucking them in, kissing their foreheads and reading silly stories. It was hard to imagine him doing such trivial things when he was always so serious and austere all the time.
At least, you thought, after all the years that had passed he started acting more carefree like he used to be, according to what Mammon told you.
Five long years have passed quickly since you first came to Devildom as a mere exchange student, and in just a few days it would be six years. You still marveled at that fact on Christmas nights, mainly because everything was so different and surreal. You never imagined that talking to Lilith that day would take you so far away from human things and show you something unique, but here you are, happy, complete and feeling accepted among them. Thing humans would never do because they don't accept different people and you know it.
You remember all too well what happened when your so-called best friend found your grimoire and all the rumors she spread about you. Just because she was afraid of the unknown instead of trying to understand it. And mostly, you remember what your parents and doctors did to your older brother, thinking about him even after so long still makes your heart ache. How do you get over something like that?
"You forgot one detail, Luci." Lilith said suddenly. She was leaning over a small table, selectively choosing the sweets she would like to eat and then cramming as many as she could manage into her mouth at once. The lack of manners made her brothers all laugh at the way she resembled a squirrel with her cheeks puffed out, but even the embarrassment on her face didn't stop her from eating.
"The woman tends to follow the person she sees. So to get rid of her, you must guide her to the light, it's, um, pretty similar to what my kid here is used to doing since they were just a little sprout. Oh, how proud I am of them, you all should see them in action!"
The comment in a maternal tone warmed your heart and you almost wanted the former angel to wrap you in one of those warm hugs that took all the anxiety away, just like she did when you were just a child. But you restrained yourself and made a toast in her honor, raising your cup and drinking away with a goofy smile on your face.
"Come to think of it, how come we've never heard a story from you, Mc?" Satan asked. A cat pad was draped over his arms as he clutched it to his chest, the fabric mimicking the warm fur of a kitten. The blonde sipped his hot chocolate while waiting for you to respond with great interest in the topic.
But you knew he was just waiting for a chance to ask you to tell the story you briefly mentioned a few months ago.
On the one hand, it was true that they didn't know much about your histories or past in general. The brothers knew only brief details that Lilith told them when asked what kind of things you had been through together, some sad ghosts wandering and asking for help, the sound of footsteps on the floor of your room during the night and figures that you always saw out of the corner of your eye. But it was always fanciful, almost a sugar-coated lie.
And on the other hand, you didn't know if you'd like the idea of recounting all the thousands of sad and brutal cases on a night like the one when you celebrate family and unity. And there was so much blood and pain and torture in them that it could turn the stomach of anyone listening.
You could almost feel the presence of the people you've helped coming back to you, their hands rubbing your back or their warm breath on your neck, urging you to tell their stories, coaxing you to talk about what bothered you about each one of them. But that sensation only lasted a second and then your gaze hardened and you focused your attention on the flames devouring the charcoal and the crackling sound they made.
"I'll let you decide if you really want to hear such stories, but I must warn you that they are violent." You said it wisely. Then you leaned over and poured yourself some more hot chocolate, taking small sips to savor every drop of that precious liquid you hadn't had in a while. "I already have one in mind, in case the answer is positive. Not too violent and not too quiet, good enough for the Christmas mood."
"It's a must to have you tell the next story Mc, I can't stand listening to Lucifer talk all night anymore." Satan growled. The emerald eyes were focused in your direction, then quickly his focus returned to what he was drinking and to something Solomon had commented on some kitten post on Devilgram.
Lucifer rolled his eyes and began dramatically massaging his temples across the room, his melancholy coffee still curling upward in steam. And seeing that, Belphie quickly joined Satan just to make Lucifer's headache worse.
"I fully agree!" He suppressed a yawn before continuing to speak in a soft tone. "We've heard many stories told by Lucifer, Simeon and Barbatos. It would be nice to hear one that actually happened."
Leviathan and Mammon, however, seemed oblivious to everything going on around them. The two were playing a new game together that had just been released. The name was The Nephellim's Deal or something like that, you weren't sure, but you knew that several important figures for the history of Devildom were present in the game. Various wars, deals, and betrayals were elements you remember Levi talking about for several minutes.
Perhaps if you have time, you'd play it later and then you could compare your opinions on the game.
"Yummy sweets, they remind me of the ones we ate on our trip to India." Beel muttered suddenly, swallowing all the sweets on the tray and licking his lips so that not a single grain escaped him. You looked at Barbatos at the exact moment he trapped a sigh in his throat and smiled imperceptibly, tired and still wearing his white apron.
The poor demon has been baking cakes and pastries since early morning. You didn't have as much aptitude as him when it came to cooking, but your hands were aching after helping him for so long, the knowledge of his techniques, however, was too interesting for you to let a chance like that pass. Besides, you couldn't trust Solomon with cooking and you couldn't ask Luke to stay in the kitchen all day when you knew he wanted to play in the snow with the others.
Simeon smiled kindly. "I know you liked them so I brought these sweets directly from India, Beel."
At that moment Beel seemed to be hit by a cupid's arrow and he smiled widely. "Thanks Simeon. They were delicious."
"Boys, make up your mind please, Mc is impatient." Noticed Lilith. The angel was arranging the stockings over the fireplace in a specific way as she hummed her signature slow song, she almost seemed to float in the large coat that Lucifer always wore over her shoulders, smiling smugly as she managed to get her brother to hand over his favorite coat to her. "Don't torture my poor child too much or they'll get cranky."
You suppressed a giggle and waved your hand. But there was as always a ring of truth in her words, the brothers took ages to agree among themselves and the heady heat of the flames was enough to make sleepy sighs leave your throat and have you second-guessing whether you want to stay in the classroom or return to your quarters and sink into the comfortable, fluffy bed for a nap before Christmas dinner.
You let your head fall on your own shoulder as you waited for a statement from your other friends, humming the same song that Lilith was humming minutes ago, but more brighter and faster.
"I'll be happy to hear any stories, but I'm going to put Luke to bed first." Simeon signaled to the young angel who was sleeping in his lap. He got up and walked away towards the guest room that was given to him slowly, looking as tired as the others. And you swore you heard a yawn coming from him, but the sound was buried by Levi who let out a scream at that moment.
"Watch where you're going, Mammon!" He scolded his brother. "Why I'm playing a precious game like this with you?"
"It's not that I don't want to, it's just that ghosts and spirits are a darker topic than the horror stories we hear." Solomon stared at a fixed point, lost, he too had had his experiences with the supernatural. Instinctively he took his hand to Asmo's curls and twisted strands of his hair with his fingers, calmly patting Asmo's head, making the demon of lust purr violently. "But if you guys want to, I'm all for it. The only time I heard you tell any stories was during our practices together and they were all so short."
Lucifer turned to Diavolo and Barbatos with his eyebrows raised in mute question. But before they could even say anything the sound of the main doors opening made everyone fall silent and look at each other, noting that five people were still missing from their little celebration. Their voices and footsteps echoed down the hall quietly as if they owned the place and the shrill sound of Thirteen's laughter reached the room long before them.
And like a good host, the Morningstar calmly got up and went to meet his late guests. The sound of their happiness echoed in his deep voice as he greeted them warmly, you could hear the smile on his face.
And you took the opportunity to get up and stretch. Your feet were numb, but your mind seemed more awake and obviously the memories were resurfacing as well as Lilith, who was already smiling. She rubbed her hands together in an exaggerated manner and like a mother, she began to fix your hair and the collar of your shirt. "I kind of miss those times really, I always enjoyed running around and having fun with the ghosts."
"Are we going to tell the story about the drunken ghost? Or should we tell about the dancer and the mimic? So many stories to tell, I'm excited!" Lilith excitedly quoted the stories she remembered, counting on her fingers, her eyes shining in a special way as the faces and names of those people passed like a blur in her head, it's been a few years since most of them will happen. Those memories were as precious to her as they were to you and not for a second did you doubt that this wasn't the case, after all it was because of you that she had come back to life.
For the third and she hoped it would also be the last she was revived - but without dying this time, she was back in the world of the living, now as a half angel, half demon. One white wing and one black wing. Until now you didn't understand what went wrong with your reanimation spell to have caused this. But as long as she was alive and healthy, you assume it doesn't matter what she is. Plus she was now like Morgana, a nephellim.
She was finally back to life and that was all that mattered, you, her and the brothers could live happily ever after now, with nothing to worry about, with the exceptions of the usual chaos and silly fights that made everyone laugh.
You wouldn't trade it for anything.
"So… what do you intend to tell us?" Asmo eyed the two of you with interest, another purr leaving his lips as Solomon continued to rub his scalp and leave warm little kisses on his forehead. He looked sleepy, but curious enough to keep listening to you. "Oh, I already know! You could tell me how you met Lilith, for example."
"Or the story involving the S." Belphie smiled like he knew something his brothers didn't. And he sent you a particular look, a look that already communicated what he was thinking at that moment. He wanted to hear that story. For the third time…
Spoiled brat! You throught, smilling.
Lilith let out a laugh and gave her brother a shove with her shoulder. It was her way of telling him to be quiet, but you could already tell by the way everyone was looking at the two of you that their curiosity had been piqued by the comment made by the demon of sloth. They wanted an epic tale with spirits.
"What kind of story is this?" Beel asked his twin brother, stifling a small yawn against his hand. "Is it a scary one?"
It depends. You assume that human nature was more frightening than the facts that occurred, but yes. That was one of the scary stories you didn't like to remember, it reminded you that ordinary people at first sight could nurture bad thoughts and commit even worse crimes.
"Okay, let's tell the story of S." You took a deep breath and smiled, watching how the fire lit up the face of everyone present in that room. You were all about the dramatic effect.
And you sat in Lucifer's armchair, turning his coffee cup in your hand before you decided to taste it to see if it was good - big mistake, the taste was horrible for humans and Solomon laughed in your face almost like a little boy who won his favorite candy.
You were sure that he already tried the drink. "Awful, an outrage, I don't know how he drinks it! Uh-huh, completely insane, bitter, there's a distinct bitter that's really good, but this one? Bad…"
Barbatos laughed too. "I think you forgot, but the coffee of melancholy turns bitter when a person who likes you prepares it."
Oh yes. It makes sense.
Despite being strict, Lucifer was very soft with you. So sweet you didn't even have to eat candy to taste sugar on your tongue. You continued drinking his coffee with a chuckle.
But a clearing of his throat caught your eye and an unimpressed Lucifer glanced in your direction, a smug evil smile growing on his lips as he returned to his conversation with Hesperus, his counterpart and Nightstar, and his daughter, Morgana.
You didn't know what they were saying, but it seemed important as Diavolo glanced in their direction for a brief second.
The other guests began to sit in the vacant seats, Mephisto and his brother, Iblis, whispering softly and laughing, leaving several gift boxes under the Christmas tree and looking in the direction of the other people. You knew why since Mephisto had asked you what kind of things the brothers would like as gifts. But Thirteen was already heading to the coffee table for something to eat while she struck up a conversation with Beel, an elegant scarf draped over her shoulders perfectly enhancing the outfit she wore.
"So, uh, I suppose I can start?" You whispered to Lilith uncertainly, but the girl shrugged.
"Just a sec. Here!" Morgana handed you a small package. An unexpected gift and you smiled in her direction, thanking her softly.
"Uh…Okay." You muttered uncertainly. You left the box in your pocket and rubbed one hand over the other, waiting for everyone to settle down to hear that story. Mammon and Levi were still playing high enough to interrupt the immersion of the story, so Lucifer took their D.D.D and stuffed it in his pocket, sending them a severe look as they opened their mouths to complain.
At that moment Simeon returned, still drowsy, and sat down in his place. With everyone paying attention to you, you let out a long sigh and closed your eyes letting all the memories of that first event come flooding back. Everything you felt, everything you saw and lived, and with a smile you began to narrate the events.
"At that time I was six and my family was moving to the countryside..."
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Mr. Gaiman, I doubt you would remember this but a few years ago I asked you what Discworld book(s) you recommended for a first time Terry Pratchett reader who very much enjoyed y'all's collaboration on Good Omens but who had never so much as dipped a toe into Discworld. You gave three recommendations, beginning with Monstrous Regiment, which was possibly the most perfect recommendation you could've have given to a total stranger who just happened to be figuring out she was a trans woman / nonbinary person.
I want to thank you for all the kindness you have shown me, and I know given the current state of your popularity it may well be years before you see this, but I trust one day you will see this and I hope it brightens your day even one iota of one percentage that your recommendation brightened my life.
You see, I have enjoyed everything that I have ever read by you, enjoyed with both a depth and immensity that is rare, and I grew up reading your books and using them as barriers to protect me from the cruelty of the world, but that recommendation at that time saved my life in the way only particularly good stories can take you and shelter you in the warmth and succor of their particular peculiar world.
The Monstrous Regiment saved me. So thank you so much for helping me find it.
Ps. The Graveyard Book and The Ocean at the End of the Lane and Trigger Warnings also got me through particularly troubled times in my life when I was younger. So thank you for those moments of protection as well.
I’m just glad it helped!
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Mystified
Note: Alright y'all I finally got back to writing this after accidentally abandoning it two months ago now (oops). I'm excited to share it and hope you enjoy! This chapter is just mostly establishing the character and situation but it picks up after this I promise! Also yes I am projecting onto the main character because I wrote this when I was studying for my board exams.
Pairing: Jumin x Reader
Words: 2272
Your friend had suddenly gone missing only to return as part of the exclusive fundraising organization, the RFA. You watch from the outside as unbelievable events related to the group begin to unfold around you.
Chapter 1
“Ugh!”
Frustrated, you slam your laptop shut and bend forward to lay your forehead down on your desk in defeat. You have been studying all day every single day for the most important exam of your life, and your practice scores were not seeming to improve. If anything they were going down, especially after the odd week you had been having.
On top of being unbelievably stressed out about your upcoming exam, balancing classes on top of that, and trying to take care of yourself in any bit of free time you had (which admittedly was not a lot), your best friend since middle school had suddenly disappeared five days ago without a word. You and her had an unspoken agreement to attend classes together to hold each other accountable, which sometimes did not hold up for one reason or another. However, five days in a row of her being absent was unheard of, and you were seriously starting to get worried. Looking at your phone, you scroll through the notifications you had missed while studying. Twitter, twitter, snapchat, your class group chat, some texts from your mom, but none of them were from her.
Sighing at the lack of contact, you move to your living room to plop down on your couch. The exhaustion from another long day of lectures, practice problems, and worrying was starting to set in as you wrap yourself in a blanket and turn on the TV, looking for any distraction from your current stressors. Flipping through the channels and seeing nothing that catches your eye, you finally settle on one that is playing your favorite childhood cartoon. Your mind starts to wander as you watch the vibrant colors and slapstick comedy playing out on the TV.
You met Yeona when you were both in sixth grade. Yeona was the complete opposite of you, having always been considered to be quite shy and reserved, forming relationships with others was generally something you struggled with. In contrast, she was outgoing, peppy, and left everyone around her in awe, easily making friends with everyone she came across, though she sometimes bordered on being naive. She sat next to you in your science class, and after being randomly partnered together on a project, you became fast friends basically attached by the hip. So much so that you went to the same high school, college, and as luck had it, you ended up in the same graduate school working towards your degrees together. Having a friend like her—someone who you could share all of your secrets and troubles with, and vice versa—had brought you immense comfort throughout the years, always grateful that you were both there for each other at a moment’s notice. Well, up until a few days ago that is.
The last time you spoke to her was on Sunday, five days ago now. She had been wearing a pink turtleneck sweater with a black shirt under and a skirt, with her long brunette hair flowing effortlessly down past her shoulders. She had convinced you to join her and some of your classmates at the library for a group study session. You observed as she laughed at the jokes the others would make, her nose scrunching and bright eyes shining while doing so, always leaving you impressed by how well her lighthearted energy seemed to brighten up any room. In the late afternoon, the study group decided to disband since you had been at it since 8am and morale was starting to run low. You and Yeona say goodbye to the rest of the group and begin to walk out together.
“Are you heading home now MC?” your friend asked you.
“Yeah, I figured I should probably make some food for the week and take a bit of a break” you responded, “but, did you want to go grab something to eat real quick? I still owe you from last week!”
She gave one of her famous sparkling smiles, “I wish I could, but I have to go to a quick meeting for one of my clubs,” she paused seeing the disappointment on your face, “you can buy me lunch tomorrow though! You choose the place, you’re always better at picking than I am.”
You laugh at her comment. She was notoriously bad at choosing restaurants, seeming to always trust places that definitely gave off a weird vibe, which she would dismiss as just being a “hole-in-the-wall.” Something that had given you both food poisoning more times than you’d like to admit.
“Good call!” You smile back at her, “I’ll see you bright and early then tomorrow for class.”
She gives you a quick hug before turning to go, “yep! I’ll see you then.”
That was the last thing you heard from her. She did not send any of her usual texts that evening complaining about how many of the club’s responsibilities got dumped on her and she did not show up to class the next day either. You had sent her a concerned text during lunch, when you were supposed to be meeting up to eat as promised, but to no avail.
Unfortunately, she did not have any family in the country anymore so you were not able to contact them to see if they had heard from her. The only reason you hadn’t called the police yet was because you had seen she was briefly active on one of her social medias on Tuesday and Wednesday, to which you sighed a breath of relief. You wondered why she would check social media, but not take two seconds to reply to your text. The last interaction you had with her was positive, and she had never given you the cold shoulder like this before. Trying to stray from thinking the worst, that something had happened to her, you tried convincing yourself she just needed some time to herself. It was just as stressful a time for her as it was for you.
Turning off the TV as it had not successfully done its job in distracting you, you decide to do your night-time routine and hit the hay. Slipping on your favorite pajamas, mint green with a yellow trim and little white cats all over, you set your alarms for the next morning, slide into your soft bed and hug the pillow Yeona had given you a few years ago. You find yourself staring at the ceiling in despair for who knows how long before finally drifting into an unrestful sleep.
You wake to the blaring sound of your phone alarm, and with a huff, reach over to shut off the offending noise. Groaning, you throw the blankets off your body, and shudder as the cool air hits your skin. It’s Saturday, and that means it has now been six days, six days since the last time you talked to your one true friend. Grabbing your phone, you pry your eyes open to look at the screen that was far too bright for the darkness your room was still coated by. The clock shone a bright 7:03am.
“It should be illegal to have to wake up at 7am on a weekend,” you grumble out loud to yourself, rubbing your eyes to get the remaining sleep out of them.
You stumble out of bed and into the kitchen to turn on the coffee machine. I’m going to need a lot of this to get through today, you think to yourself, the exhaustion from almost a week's worth of unrestful sleep and stress still weighing you down. As the coffee is brewing, you pull out some cereal and settle in at your desk to get started on school work for the day, hunkering down for a long day of studying.
Several hours pass and you stretch in your chair, putting down your pen. You look around, blinking to try to come back to reality, as if studying had put you in a daze. You stand and stretch out your back that was aching from being hunched over all day and go to grab a glass of water from in the kitchen. As you are taking a sip, the ringtone of your phone suddenly goes off, hurriedly shuffling back over to your desk. When you catch a glimpse of the contact name lighting up the screen, you nearly choke on the water as your hands fly to hit the button to pick up the call.
“Yeona? What is going on? Where have you been??” you felt like you were asking too many questions at once, but why is she calling you? And why after almost a week of being MIA?
“MC! Hey! I am really sorry for not responding to you the other day,” her voice sounding less cheery than usual, yet genuine in her apology, “and for leaving you alone in class… and bailing on our lunch plans. Actually, I guess there’s a lot I need to apologize for.”
There’s a pause before she continues, “I just wanted to say that I am okay. Something kind of crazy happened, nothing bad! I can’t really speak about the details right now, but—”
“What happened to you??” you interrupted, “I’ve been worried sick about you all week long, Yeona, where are you?”
“MC, I honestly can’t say where I’m at, apparently the address is a secret”
“A secret?? Did you get abducted or something?” you ask, flabbergasted by her responses. You knew she had a habit of getting into weird situations from being too trusting of others for her own good, but this? This was a whole new level.
“MC please,” you hear her let out a slight giggle, “I am not abducted. Look, I will tell you all about it the next time I see you, in fact I was calling because I actually wanted to invite you to a party I’m helping organize.”
You stutter over your words trying to find anything to say that would help this situation to make sense. “A-a party??” you blurt out, the confusion apparent in your voice, “you’ve been gone this whole time without a word because you’ve been...planning a party?”
You can practically feel her light up through the phone, her typical cheery demeanor starting to come back through, “yes! And I would love for you to come support it. Everyone in the RFA has been working so hard trying to pull this together in such short notice. You’d love the other members, I just know it! I haven’t met them in person yet, but they are such good people MC.”
You roll your eyes, this is so typical of your dear friend. How does she make friends so easily? And inviting you suddenly to a mysterious party that’s caused her to go missing for several days? One that’s being thrown by the RFA? How are you supposed to— wait… “Yeona, did you say the RFA? Like the famous RFA??”
She lets out a laugh at your reaction, “the very same!”
You sputter, “h-how are you working with them?? Are you in the RFA?”
You hear her pause, “MC I have to go now,” you start to protest, but she cuts you off before you can get in any words, “I told you I’d explain when I see you in person, and I promise I will!”
There’s another pause, “Oh-the party is next Saturday, a week from today! I’ll send you the invite in a few, I expect to see you there! It’s formal so don’t show up in those sweatpants I know you're wearing,” she teases.
Before you can say anything in response, you hear a noise in the background and she hangs up. Staring at your phone, you try to process everything that was just said to you. How did your friend go missing and then resurface, somehow ending up planning a party with the RFA, the famous yet extraordinarily secretive charity organization. And why did she have to go so quickly? She had barely explained anything. Also, was that glass breaking you heard at the end of the phone call?
You sigh and lay down at the edge of your bed. You’re glad she’s okay, but of course your best friend got herself into something like this. She never fails to surprise you, and now you have to figure out what to wear for a formal event, and—hold on. You sit up suddenly as it all hits you. You just casually got invited to one of the most exclusive parties in the country as if you’re a celebrity. You know actual celebrities and even the most powerful politicians in the country attend these parties, how are you going to go and not stick out like a sore thumb? You look down at the old sweatpants Yeona made fun of you for and flop back down on your bed.
You look at your phone again when it vibrates, showing a message from Yeona with the promised invitation. “I guess this is actually happening,” you think to yourself before getting back up to sit at your desk.
After an hour of trying to get more work done, you succumbed to the reality that with everything you just learned, you are too distracted to focus anymore. You go take a look through your closet to see if you even have anything suitable to wear to an event like this, finding only one business casual outfit, two sundresses you’ve barely worn, and mostly jeans and t-shirts. Closing the closet door you sigh to yourself and slump onto the floor with your back against the door, “I guess have a lot of work to do.”
#mystic messenger#ash writes#literally everything that happens in mystic messenger would make zero sense to anyone from the outside#strap in MC this is gonna be a wild ride#anyways I’m gonna puke from posting this bc I get so nervous about putting my writing out into the world#but here we are regardless
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Keanu Reeves x reader (A/n- have y'all ever read Keanu's Ode to Happiness? I love it but it's also kind of sad. I saw a couple interviews on it and but also made my own inferences. Also, I don’t really know how to feel about this, so don’t hate me if I end up deleting it. It took weeks to even give it a name. Anyway, I should stop with all the rambling and yeah.....feedback appreciated and you know, I’ m scared to post this one, so be gentle please and thanks)
"Is this how you really feel?" Y/n asked softly, frown evident on her subtle beauty. He hated that frown, he hated to think she might be sad, or angry or disappointed or really, anything that wasn't happiness. Keanu placed one of his large hands over hers in her lap. She still held the book, it looked huge in her small hands, and her eyes searched his, for an answer, but not just any answer, the truth.
In that moment, Keanu regretted asking her to read it, but then again, lots of people had read it. But he didn't think they had ever asked him about it, what had driven him to write something so blatantly melancholy. He didn’t think he’d ever want to talk about it either. Instead of speaking, he just shrugged his shoulders.
"You're not going to tell me?" Her brow creased with worry and she swallowed tightly, "Because you can. Do you really hate yourself?" At the words, her voice broke and Keanu swore that he could hear her heart start breaking too. Not because of him, but for him.
Keanu shrugged again. It was funny he thought, how millions of people had probably read his poem before, but none looked him differently. They still saw an ever humble man who was kind and light hearted. They saw someone who had persisted through hard times and had overcome pain. They never saw the man behind it all, the one who was scared to love again, who feared that he would never have the things that would matter most it the end. The man who craved the normalcy and comfort of having someone to go home to and children who looked up at him.
Since he wrote it, and even before, Keanu had wrestled with the darkness in his head. The ever-existing storm cloud that said it was too late. That he wasn't going to get the happy ending, and that he was doomed to be alone, with only brief, barely committed relationships as his only salvation. But then he met her. Y/n. It didn't happen like it did in the movies, they didn't look at each other from across the room nor did their hands randomly touch in the most dramatic of ways. None of that.
He had meet her at a meeting for a potential project, the movie adaptation of a popular book. She was the author's assistant and a writer herself. In fact, just a year after they met, Y/n had managed to publish her own book, quickly becoming a household name. The journey to their relationship had certainly been a slow burn, growing from an awkward, tension riddled friendship to the moment where he finally took a chance and kissed her, right at her front door, after a fun dinner in the city. He hadn’t expected her to reciprocate his feelings, but she did.
Flash-forward to six months later, Y/n had significantly brightened his life and they had a lot in common, including a love of literature, a shared enjoyment in giving back to the community and travel. Keanu had fallen for her, he loved her, more than he thought was possible and when he looked at her, he knew that Y/n felt the same.
She had given him so much; a safe space, comfort and love, so much so that he had almost forgotten about the darkness that had lived in his head, and to some extent, his heart. Y/n had chased it away, opening the windows and bringing warmth, light and a new perspective. Keanu hadn't thought about it for so, so long, that now, the person who wrote that poem was but the distant memory of a lonely man. “Well?” She asked, breaking him out of his thoughts, shifting so they sat knee to knee.
“I used to,” he squeezed her fingers and tears welled in her eyes, “I thought that my life was over before I had even gotten to do the things I wanted to. That I had missed out on everything. Sure, I had chased my dream, but what about everything else? What about something like this," Keanu emphasized, lightly squeezing her fingers. "I had started thinking that everything that had happened was my fault and that I was being punished. That I had to be punished and that punishment was the loneliness, the pain of the memories and everything else," quietly he sighed and Y/n could see the distance in his eyes as he remembered things she wished had never happened to him. "I felt.....broken," his voice was thick with emotion and Y/n had to bite back her tears.
Y/n’s hand rose to cup his cheek, her finger swiping under his eye, “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Y/n’s frown deepened and her expression was enough to speak volumes on her immense love for him, “I mean it every time I say that you can talk to me about anything. Anything Keanu.”
“I know,” he breathed, taking the book from her hand, setting it on the coffee table in front of them, bringing his hand around the back of her neck, urging their faces together, their foreheads pressed to each other’s, “But I don’t feel like that anymore. You put me back together Y/n, even before we became us,” he gestured between them. “You fixed a broken man."
Y/n chuckled quietly, “I didn’t fix a broken man,” she corrected wistfully, “I reminded a hurt man that he deserves more than he lets himself have.”
“He’s still very grateful,” Keanu’s thumb caressed her jaw, “I love you baby,” his lips were soft against hers and their kiss felt filled with love, adoration and thankfulness, as if he needed to show her, prove that he was grateful. Y/n had loved him, she was patient when he needed her patience, forgiving when he pulled away, thinking that they wouldn’t work and she was always there, even if she was miles away; she did everything to show him that she was with him, on his side. A lighthouse in the storm, the love he had longed for.
"I love you too," Y/n returned, her lips still pressed to his, "Please, don't ever hide what you're feelings from me. Whatever it is, we're in it together, promise?"
Keanu cupped Y/n's face in his hands, the tips of his fingers brushing her hair, "I promise," he confirmed, pulling her into another slow, breath stealing kiss.
#Keanu Reeves#keanu reeves x you#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves fanfiction#keanu reeves imagine#john wick#john wick x reader#john wick chapter 3#kind of a drabble i guess#keanu reeves drabble#john wick drabble#drabble#fanfiction#fanfic#john wick fanfic#keanu reeves fanfic
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Written Scenario Requests and Moodboard Requests are now OPEN!
Admin: Hello everyone!!! THANK YOU SO SO MUCH FOR 2K FOLLOWERS!!!! We’re all screaming and after finally clearing all our old written requests and the dates from our 1k follower special, we will now open written requests again as well as open moodboard requests! Please keep in mind we will be adhering to our rules and guidelines for requests and will be listing moodboard request rules below. Also note that since all of us are in school, we may not get requests up right away, so if we get a lot we may choose to close them again until further notice, it all depends. Thank you all for your love and support again! <3
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Here’s an example moodboard: “Minghao couple nature aesthetic”
“‘You said you like the sun, but when you go outside you find shade. You said you like the rain, but when it rains you use an umbrella. That’s why when you said you like me, I was afraid.’ The8 told me that.” -Junhui
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And I just want to appreciate every single one of you. You guys are literally the sweetest bbys ♥️ ♥️ . My heart always warms up when we receive an ask and it’s for the admins asking whether we're okay and taking care of ourselves. I just want to cuddle you all in warm blankets and take care of you. And I'm saying this now if you guys ever have any problem and feel like talking to someone.Or if you just want to be friends. We're always here~
And on that note. To all the mutuals that I have had the chance to talk to. Y'all are amazing. I don't understand why you guys are still talking to me tbh. That's why you're all precious to me ohmygod 💞 💞 . Also, I'm sorry if I don’t reply much. IM A VERY INTROVERTED PERSON AND I ALWAYS MAKE SITUATIONS AWKWARD AHAHA. But if you guys want to talk to me about something, I’ll drop everything and talk to you. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF YOU DESERVE LOVE AND I SHALL GIVE YOU LOVE IF YOU NEED IT 💞 💞 .
Imma write something for Jun too. Because I’ve been with this baby boy for a very long time. I love him so so much 💖 . There are times where I want to fight him. And there are times where I just want to bubble wrap him and protect him. Literally makes me go through different emotions in one day. But mostly it’s the feeling of happiness. Jun is a big reason as to why I'm slowly loving myself. With him being a funny confident dude, I found out that I can be like that too. And ever since I did, I have been feeling nothing but happiness and I want to thank him for that. I hope I will be able to meet him someday and tell him what a wonderful human being he is.
Now to the amazing and beautiful admins. Imma write something for each one of you but first and foremost I just want to say that ya’ll are precious to me. I might not talk a lot and barely reply in the gc (iM SOWI I WILL CHANGE THAT I PROMISE HAHA). But know that you guys have a very special place in my heart. And that's beside Seventeen. Been only a few months and I'm very thankful that I met yall. You guys are like my family at this point and I wanna keep it at that even after this blog.
Now onto Jess. My fave Joshua stan no joke. LOOKS LIKE AN ANGEL AND HAS A VOICE OF AN ANGEL I SWEAR SHE’S PERFECT FOR JOSHUA FIGHT ME. Literally the sweetest human being. Even though she’s older than me, I want to protect her ohmygod. I love Jess very much. You guys don’t even know. She is very nice. I don’t know how she is able to keep that image tbh. She is also very VERY HARDWORKING. I want to freaking start a petition for Jess to rest. It amazes me how she copes with all this school work and with this blog. And man if you ever need someone to coo about Joshua, Jess is that person. She is so whipped in love with Shua. And with Jun second on her bias list and with Joshua on mine, we both basically die because of Junshua.
Meagan is next!! Meagan is literally the definition of aesthetic . Literally from her fashion style and her freaking bullet journal. And her bias is aesthetic himself asdfghjk. And also her writing style. I adore her writing very much. And I literally asked her for writing advice HAHA. She is a very soft-hearted person. And a very good person to ask advice from. Like I would definitely go to her if I ever have a problem. sHE IS ALSO VERY PRETTY????? LIKE HER INSTAGRAM MAKES ME QUESTION MYSELF. LIKE SHE IS SO DAMN PRETTY I DONT UNDERSTAND HAHA. Also how she is able to converse with everyone amazes me. Overall an amazing older sister for me 💖 I love ya Meagan~
And lastly my fellow youngling Seri. I just want to point this out now. If anyone dares to fight Seri, I’ll be there. This person right here is very precious. And I will fight to keep it at that. You can tell that I love her very much. She is near my age so it’s very comforting for me to have someone close to my age. Also her love for Soonyoung is the cutest thing. Whenever she and Meagan talk bout Soonyoung and being whipped for Soonyoung I just can't. So adorable. She is also very beautiful. He makeup skills are on point. Like please teach me, I'm a potato HAHAH. And can we just talk about how cute her name is? Seri is so goddamn adorable. Just like her.
Amazing that even though we live in different timezones, we will always find time for each other. I love these peeps very much. And I'm thankful for Seventeen for helping me find them.
Pretty long but oh well. This happens when you make the quietest person talk HAHA. But seriously, you guys mean everything to me at this point. Like I feel safe knowing that I have 3 angels watching over me. And I just want you guys to know that I also have your back. Hope our friendship will strengthen as years go by 💖 💖. And to our dear followers, please stay sweet. We’ll always love you. And Seventeen loves you guys too. Let’s make more memories together~
Admin Meagan: Tbh, when I applied to become an admin for this blog I really didn't think I would actually be picked. But look at me now AHAHAHA. I'm so so glad that I became an admin for this blog because it combines two things I love. Writing and seventeen.
I don't think you guys know how much I enjoy writing something and seeing how much people liked it as well. Especially when you guys send us direct compliments in our ask box. I don't think you guys know how much we coo in our admin group chat about the sweet stuff y'all send to us sometimes 💓
To the mutuals I've made from this blog, thank you so much for talking to me. I'm a pretty social person and I enjoy talking to anyone so thank you for that. And I enjoy the stuff y'all reblog as well AHAHAHAHA you guys are amazing and tenks for being a friend.
Honestly, Seventeen has undeniably made me happy. From listening to their songs when I'm mad to calm down to being an emotional wreck during Diamond Edge. I truly care about the boys and this blog made me love them even more. Also, I want to give a little shout out to my ethereal star, Kwon Soonyoung for literally brightening up my day all the time ✨
Thank you for being my ult bias and being extremely cute. You mean a lot to me for sure. Onto our beloved admins, firstly Jess. Y'all don't know how amazing she is. She's immensely smart and so caring. In these past few months of being friends, she's definitely a kind-hearted person and it really shows through. From listening to my past boy drama (like literally, I sent her voice messages and it was like 1-2am for her I'm,,,) to her giving advice to me. She's truly a gem and like an older sister <3 Also guys, she's really pretty!!! Even though she denies it :p and also a good singer!
Next is, Seri!!! Firstly, Seri is exceptionally funny, I swear the things she says sometimes in the group chat is hilarious. Also, she's sooooo good at makeup y'all and hella stunning as well. I always go to her for tips and we always share our makeup of the day with each other AHAHAHAHA. Seri is so kind and such an amazing support system and you can literally talk to her about anything AHAHAHAHAHA. I truly appreciate her being a friend <3 and the fact she stans hosh as well hehe
And to our maknae! Sophia but we always call her Soph. The best Jun stan I've met in my life. A creative little fellow and she also dances!! And also gives me tips for dance because I'm literally a stick AHAHAHAH She's so cute as well!! And such a caring bean <333 Also she likes attacking the rest of us with pictures of our biases 😂 Need a span of Joshua?? Soph is always ready lmao
Y'all mean a lot to me and I can't believe the amount of support I've gotten from all of you for a lot of things. From picking outfits to fangirling with me during my concert. I honestly don't mind opening up to y'all which I don't often do at all. I really like how you guys are always there and whenever one of us is down or have some tea to spill, everyone is on board AHAHAHAHA.
I seriously love all the admins so much because they are friends that I cherish quite a lot. I cannot wait for the day we all can meet somewhere and just hang out together and just have fun, heh 💓 We really need to start skyping with each other and pls one day come to Malaysia!!! I'm gonna bring you guys around for good food and photoshoots!! (I take really good pictures if I say so myself, if you wanna see them. Message me for my Instagram AHAHAHAHA)
Most importantly, thank you to literally everyone who've read our work and enjoyed it, to those who reblog and heart our stuff; thank you from the bottom of my heart ❤️ And to our readers I've personally talked to personally, y'all are really cool and tenks for talking to this nerd lmao. I can't wait to see this blog grow even more and to experience new things with seventeen and you guys. Love y'all
Admin Seri: first THANK YOU, for making it this far ><
Wow, well I’m speechless, honestly I’m not even sure what to say, so i apologize in advance how unorganized this ESSAY is about to be.
First, i’ve always been curious on writing scenarios like this, and i definitely think I was good enough. So any thoughts of running a blog was like, jumping off a cliff, it was best to keep it out of mind. Me and Jess, met through an online groupchat that I seriously never thought would lead to this. Funny thing, I was on vacation, when I joined, one-two weeks after Jess made the blog. With all of my curiosity of what it was like, I was kind of bored and wanted to give it a shot. Legit I expected like 500 followers after like, a year? NEVER did i think we’d have 2000 after 5 months. like WHAT.
To Seventeen, the talented, amazing dorks, where my vocabulary is not big enough to describe them. aside from the fact I love, adore, and admire them very much, (if i stayed here and talked about they are a team with a lovely team backing them up. CARATSSSSSS ;))) without Seventeen, there would be no blog, and with no blog, i wouldn’t have met the three other amazing admins, other tumblr mutuals, and our amazing readers ^~^ .
First to Soph, I- just know she is adorable, that’s all, the cutest freaking Jun stan ever. she’s only a feel months younger than me but i feel like im a grandma with all the energy she has because she’s on a dance team and how tired I am all the time. i’m thankful i get to wake up to her spam of pictures also :’) honestly rip to her storage, :’) let’s keep together lovely! US MAKNAES SHOULD STICK TOGETHER!!! ;) our own lil maknae line leggoooo ;) <3
Meagan my fellow hosh stan, oh my god she is actually my aesthetic, from bullet journaling SHE IS AMAZING, to makeup I LOVE TALKING ABOUT MAKEUP (someone who can actually deal with that because my obsession is bad hehe) she’s gorgeous and i feel blessed to find a friend like her, (not because of her connections in Malaysia or something COUGH) im jp ;) she’s just someone i can always ask an honest opinion from, and im thankful for that <3
Then Jess, I’m trying not to tear up right now and I honestly don’t ever cry unless I’m watching a TV show, honestly. she’s been here from me through and through and our friendship feels a lot longer than five months. I already know our friendship will last even when we one day will sadly have to end the blog :’), and i’m ready to meet because im planing this trip already like LETS GO LET KOREAN BBQ bc proud foodie right here, hell any of the admins. this is gonna sound so mushy oh god but i feel i’ve grown and learned so much from her and she never makes me feel stupid for asking a question. moving on, GUYS OUR CONVERSATIONS ARE ACTUALLY GREAT LIKE AFJFOLAENGV on of the more memorable ones is when she introduced me to that song, YES JESS YOU KNOW. and most importantly, thank you for being my mom and just being there for me , because im truely thankful for that <3
TO OUR FOLLOWERS, there’s 2000 of you guys WHAT, welcome to our craziness and thanks for sticking around! I��d love to get to know you guys so don’t be scared to message me @bloatedboo !! i’m not great with words but know every single one of you guys are in my heart whether i know your name or not. <3
Admin Jess: Brace yourselves, I have lots to say😂.
First off, if you had asked me if I had expected to hit 100 followers let alone the 2,000 followers we have now when I first started this, I would have laughed. It is a bit of a crazy number to wrap our heads around, but I’m insanely grateful and I might actually start crying. This whole thing started off as simply a hobby, something I could use to vent my love for the 13 boys that have my heart, but it became so much more after a while. It almost didn’t happen too, just like our beloved soulmate series, everything came down to being in the right place at the right time and having everything line up perfectly before the hard work and passion kicked in haha. I’ll state my thanks here so that I can get it out in words rather than tears. I won’t get too much into how when I started this blog with Seri, I was not in a very happy place. But that’s not the important part. The thing is I met incredible people through this blog and learned many things. I learned how to not let every criticism and mean comment get to me, and rather to learn to grow and try to do the best I can. Nothing brightens my day more than hearing I made people smile, there’s nothing else I’d rather do with my time:) ahem now for my thanks (and yes I’m going to thank Seventeen bc I’m hella extra)
Seventeen have made me v v happy and continue to do so to this day. While I may declare my love and hatred (jokingly) and say I’m unstanning, I really love all 13 boys with all my heart. All the admin have talked about it, but when we’re writing for them or answering asks, they don’t seem like just idols to us. They’re friends who love each other, real genuine people who are beautiful inside and out. I’d like to thank them for just being them, for bringing a smile to my face whenever I feel down. Honestly so sappy and cringe but true nevertheless. I love Svt a whole lot <3
Joshua, EXCUSE ME AS I GET HELLA EMOTIONAL I CAN’T JUST WRITE TWO SENTENCES ABOUT THIS GUY;&:9;$2. So I’ll try to keep it short. Joshua, I am the most grateful to him for his undying love for his friends, for his hard work at always being the best person possible, and for genuinely making me smile. He’s the kind of person I want to be, someone who is kind-hearted and tries his very best at everything he does and ilhssm.
I can feel myself tearing up woohee this is going great. I’d like to thank the many internet friends and mutuals I met, through this blog. Initially I had simply wanted people to fangirl with svt about and I got so so much more. There is a moment I remember distinctly 2 weeks ago, I had been really stressed about my slew of tests and I had maybe gotten 20 hours of sleep in the entire week and had told my friends in real life but also my internet friends (you know who you are and ily) and I was bombarded with messages of support from everyone in the morning and I dead af kid you not sat and cried because how did I deserve such amazing support and friends. People who had never seen me before were genuinely concerned about my health and mentality and nothing nothing made me cry more than just the sheer amount of support I got. I had mentioned in our admin chat how I regretted not doing enough due to exams and my bb’s legit were screaming at me to sleep and that it’s ok and everything will be ok if I didn’t answer everything right away and just focused on me and it’s prob one of the moments in my life that I felt the most support and love ever. and so that takes me to my few final thanks….
Soph, okie hands down my favorite Jun stan I’m sorry everyone, I love Soph lots omfg. She’s so talented!!! I’m living for the day where she kills me with her dancing just as Junhui does to all of us, I can’t imagine how hard it must be to learn svt and bts choreo and run this blog lmao. Soph, I love how you hype Josh with me and how we all suffer together when we send svt pictures and honestly thank you thank you thank you so so much for being not only an admin but a valuable friend.
Meagan, I can always count on her to send me pictures of Joshua on Instagram and I love her lots too. I love how despite living 16 hours apart, we can still have conversations about boy drama (no not svt lmao svt wouldn’t do us dirty like boys irl) and fangirl about Josh and svt and just everything. She’s incredibly talented too, her writing and she’s so pretty I die. Meagan, I love how I can say something and count on you to talk about it, it’s beautiful and fun, thank you so so much admin and friend.
And finally, I’d like to thank Seri. Seri has been with me on this rollercoaster of a ride since the very beginning. I found it incredible how the two of us just *clicked* ya know? She’s the type of friend who says one thing and two hours later, she and I are both dying from laughter on the ground in stitches. I’ve never genuinely laughed more than some convos I’ve had with her. I’m also surprised she has yet to hear me screaming at her from across the country, I’m pretty sure I’m loud enough that she could hear me. She’ll prob forever be my aegi whether she likes it or not and while I honestly don’t know how much longer I’ll stan svt, I do hope that our friendship can far outlast our time together here on the blog (plus I swear imma buy her plane tickets somehow so we can go to an svt concert together or disneyland before I die). I’ve ranted to her lots and I complain to her lots but she never tells me I’m annoying and for that, I’m also thankful XD. I think I have learned quite a lot from her, including how to have thicker skin and I love her so so so much. Seri, thank you for everything lovely, let’s continue growing as friends and people together ^~^
Final remarks, I think what has always drawn me to svt is just the sheer comradery and love they have for each other. It’s undeniable they’re family to one another. I had always been somewhat jealous of their adorable friendships and funny chemistry. But as I look back on it now, I found my own sort of svt, in the people, friends, and stories I interact with everyday here, and for that I can only say thank you.
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