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vanteguccir · 15 days ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSURPRISE PARTY TOUR: HOT AIR BALLOON * MATT STURNIOLO

SUMMARY　::　Where at the Branson show of the Surprise Party Tour, Matt reveals his first surprise without his brothers: flying in a hot air balloon, and Y/N is part of it, except she's afraid of heights.

FEATURING　Matt Sturniolo x reader　REQUESTED?　yes.

WARNINGS　::　fear of heights, PDA, and extreme fluff.

AUTHOR'S NOTE　::　that is my work, I DON'T authorize any form of plagiarism; copy, "inspiration" or translation! | english isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: I'm not sure if I liked this, so I'm so sorry if it doesn't reach you guys' expectations ☹️

"Okay, so." Matt started, his voice echoing around the theater through the speakers. He was standing in the center of the stage, hands holding the mic in both hands like it steadied him. "My first tour surprise in Boston was the fake Uber on Nick, right?"

Chris and Nick were already reclined on the left couch, each with a mic in hand, watching with attention.

The crowd laughed after the mention of his first surprise, Nick nodding in agreement.

"But Chris was with me." Matt pointed, gesturing toward his brother. "So this is the first one I’ve done completely alone."

Y/N, on the middle seat of the first row, bit the inside of her cheek to keep from smiling too hard.

He was lying.

Kind of.

Because he hadn’t been alone. She had been there. She was there. With him the entire time.

"And I feel excited for it." Matt continued, and the crowd let out a collective aww, which he tried to ignore by glancing down at his brothers with a quick smile.

Y/N hugged her arms around her waist as she watched with eyes full of attention, heart fluttering stupidly.

"I went into this with the idea, and I was like, oh my God, I’m gonna be horrified." He continued, now pacing a few steps toward the right couch. "But I ended up having a really good time."

Nick and Chris both nodded, glancing out at the crowd while they cheered again. Matt was practically bouncing now.

"Alright, so." He said, holding out the mic. "Let's watch the video."

He collapsed onto the right couch, settling in, tucking one foot under his leg, messing with the sleeve of his jacket.

The video opened quietly. Just soft street noise, the gentle sound of wind brushing past a tree, a distant car humming by, and the sleepy rustle of someone adjusting their clothes.

The camera was set up across the street from a big, glowing house. Fairy lights clung to the porch, blinking lazily in the early morning dark.

It was just before dawn, and on the curb, backs to the house and fronts to the camera, sat Matt and Y/N.

Matt was bundled up in his red sweater, the soft one that he had used too many times to count. His usual cap was on his head, curls peeking out the sides. His legs were stretched long in front of him, ankles crossed.

And beside him, tucked fully into his side like she belonged there, was Y/N.

She was wearing an oversized jersey, one of Matt’s old ones from Boston, the sleeves swallowing her hands completely. Her head rested on his shoulder, hair slightly messy from sleep, eyes half-lidded in that dazed, dreamy way you get when you wake up too early and your soul hasn’t caught up yet.

Her cheek was pressed to the soft fabric of his sweater, and from the way she wasn’t even pretending to sit upright, it was clear she was one blink away from falling asleep right there on the sidewalk.

Matt’s arm was slung around her waist lazily, the fabric of her jersey bunched up under his hand.

"Alright everybody, what’s up? I hope you’re enjoying the show so far." He smiled at the camera, voice low and a little gravelly, like he hadn’t spoken much yet that day.

He gestured off-screen casually.

"I know future me is sitting right here..."

And from the stage, Matt grinned and raised a lazy hand in time with his past self.

Then, on screen again, he turned his head to look at the girl resting against him.

"And sleepy Y/N here is probably sitting right there."

He pointed toward the middle of the screen and chuckled, the sound soft and teasing. Out of screen, Y/N smiled shyly, cheeks burning while the audience screamed.

Nick leaned forward on the left couch, furrowing his brow, eyes bouncing between the screen and Matt. His mic came up slowly.

"So it wasn’t a solo surprise, huh?"

Matt just shrugged innocently, his smile smug and way too satisfied.

"Eh."

Back on the video, Matt turned his face toward the camera again, his expression softer now.

"I’m so excited to surprise everyone. I know this might not be the first surprise I show on tour, but this is the first one I’ve filmed." He started. "So the anticipation is there. I feel great."

Y/N nodded beside him, barely lifting her head from his shoulder.

"I’m so excited too." She mumbled, voice thick with sleep. "I want everyone to feel a bit of what we're going to in a few minutes."

Matt smiled like his whole body agreed, and he nodded slowly, his nose a little pink from the cold.

A breeze rustled past on-screen, and Matt’s arm tightened around her, pulling her closer.

"It’s currently 5:21 in the morning." He said, looking down the road as if a car might appear. "And that’s why Y/N looks like a zombie right now."

Y/N let out a tiny huff of protest.

"We woke up at 4:30-"

"You woke up at 4:30." She argued, lips barely forming the words. "I got up at 4. I showered first."

Matt looked offended in the most dramatic way.

"Okay, facts." He admitted.

He turned back to the camera, lifting his hand to point accusingly.

"But we went to bed at 2:30 because this one-" He poked her arm. "Wanted to watch one more episode of Bones. So we’re like... no sleep. The anticipation is killing me. It’s freezing. And we’re about to be in the sky in like twenty minutes."

The crowd lost it.

People screamed, gasped, clapped, pure chaos. Nick’s eyes went comically wide.

"What?"

The last word made video-Y/N tense a little into him, and Matt caught it immediately.

"Also, Y/N's terrified of heights." He explained to the camera with a small smile, rubbing her arm gently through the thick sleeve.

"Yeah." She confirmed, breath visible in the air.

Matt tilted his head until it touched hers, warm cheek to cold temple.

"So this is gonna be a bravery proof, too."

The video cuts for a millisecond before a landscape so wide and open it almost steal the air from your lungs illuminated the screen.

The sky held that soft in-between blue, dark but warming up, the world slowly clicking back into color as the hours pushed through.

Matt was standing in the middle of the screen with his hands stuffed deep in the pockets of his sweater. The cold has made him hunch just a bit, spine curved, breath puffing out in soft white clouds.

Behind him, the air balloon still lies on the ground, fabric like giant waves of color, rippling across the frosty grass as one guy in a high-vis jacket messes with cables and the giant wicker basket.

And then there’s Y/N, standing a little ways off from Matt, arms tugged into the pockets of her jersey, her legs pressed close together like she’s trying to keep every bit of warmth to herself. She’s not looking at the camera. Her eyes are locked on the man working the balloon, all fascinated and sleepy and freezing.

Matt glances over at her, eyes soft, and turns back to the camera, in which Memo was clearly holding a little unsteadily, probably shivering behind it.

"I’m gonna pull a Dorothy and start looking for Toto." He mumbles, his voice so dry it practically crunches in the cold.

Y/N snorts, cold clouds puffing out of her mouth. She turns toward him, taking a few slow steps closer, her sneakers crunching against the frost-bitten grass, and when she finally gets to him, she mutters under her breath.

"You go, Dorothy."

Matt's lips twitched wide as soon as she said it, rolling his eyes playfully.

The camera unintentionally shifted, wobbling slightly to the side, catching a glimpse of the huge, colorful balloon still half-inflated on the grass.

"Oh my God." Nick whispered in the mic, shifting on the couch so he could look at Matt, who just shrugged, grinning.

Back in the video, Matt glanced between the balloon and Y/N, bouncing slightly on the heels of his shoes, trying to stay warm, then looking right into the lens.

"I don’t trust these people." He says dramatically, eyebrows raised. "We’ve just met these guys like twenty minutes ago, and they’re doing this insane operation."

He juts his chin toward the man fiddling with the balloon, the basket now upright and looking way too real for comfort.

Y/N looks toward it.

"Well, they’ll be piloting us to the sky today." She says, turning slowly to the camera. "On a fucking balloon."

Chris practically screams through the mic back on the stage.

"A hot air balloon?"

The crowd erupts, clapping, and screaming.

Video-Y/N kept going without flinching, still facing the balloon.

"So you better trust them."

The screen cuts again, now closer to the balloon. The colors look brighter now, with the sun starting to creep in from the edge of the sky, Matt’s hair catching the gold light in little strands.

He leans in slightly to the camera, whispering with a tired smile.

"It’s like 6 in the morning, Chris and Nick are one hundred percent sleeping while I go to the sky."

Memo quietly zoomed out and caught Y/N turning to the guy who was tightening ropes around the basket.

"How high do we go?" She asked him, her voice scratchy.

The guy laughed like he got that question all the time.

"Depends on the day." He said. "But usually around two thousand feet."

Y/N blinked. Her whole face went blank for a second.

Then she turned slowly to the camera, wide-eyed, jaw slightly dropped, shifting her right hand so her index finger was pointing right at Matt.

"If he doesn’t hold me with all his life two thousand feet up in the sky, I’m throwing him out of the basket."

The audience laughs, Nick and Chris's laughter echoing together.

And then, the next cut.

Matt’s left arm is draped over Y/N’s shoulders now, her body tucked under it. Her arms are crossed tight around her body, trying to trap the heat in, and Matt keeps her snug against his side like he’s a built-in human heater.

He’s looking to the side, lips pursed like he’s thinking too hard. Then his eyes shift up to the camera, and he speaks softly, a little more serious than before.

"My nerves are starting to kick in more and more as time goes on."

Y/N nods gently, her head bumping his shoulder a bit. She’s still staring out at the balloon behind the camera, her voice quiet and warm.

"I feel like we’re in the movie UP, you know?"

Matt’s head bobs in an immediate nod, so fast his cap shifts back slightly, laughing through his nose a little, looking at the balloon.

"Yeah, Carl did this with his house. He just... put a bunch of balloons on his roof and went up in the sky, huh?"

Chris’s laugh bursts through the mic.

"Oh my fucking god."

Matt’s eyes flicker down to Y/N, then back to the camera.

"Who’s in the movie UP now?"

Y/N blinks up at him, nose pink from the cold, the ghost of a smile on her lips. She doesn’t even hesitate.

"Us."

Matt nods, like that’s the only answer he wanted.

"Yeah." He murmurs. "Us."

The video flickered for a second, then cut to a super close shot of the massive, full balloon, its fabric fluttering in the morning wind. The flame roared as the burner system blasted fire into the balloon.

Everyone in the theater flinched a little with the loud sound.

In the video, Matt’s arm was visible first, then the camera panned as he turned to Y/N, gently squeezing her shoulder, his fingers lingering like he was silently asking 'you ready?', looking at her with that soft, cheeky grin of his before he stepped up and climbed into the basket.

The wicker creaked under his weight, the balloon wobbling a little. Matt, now standing inside, turned immediately, bracing himself on the rim and leaning halfway out.

"C'mere, angel." He said softly, his hands ready to catch her.

She clumsily lifted a leg up, and he caught her instantly, hands warm and wide, steadying her.

Her nervous laugh echoed as she climbed awkwardly into the basket.

"I look ridiculous." She mumbled, but Matt’s arms didn’t let her go even once.

As soon as she was in, fully upright inside the basket, her arms automatically slid around his waist like her body had been waiting for that exact position to feel safe.

Matt burst into laughter, his arms instinctively wrapping around her as he looked straight at the camera with a shake of his head before pressing his cheek to the top of her head, eyes closed for a heartbeat as he swayed them gently in an attempt to calm her.

The balloon started rising. It was subtle at first, only a sway, but Matt noticed it, opening his eyes and leaning over the edge then, slightly pulling Y/N with him as he peeked at the ground beneath them.

"Oh my Lord. We’re off the ground." He said, wide-eyed.

From inside the basket, Y/N yelped.

"We are?" As she tried to twist and see. But she couldn’t. Not from where she was, tucked safely in the middle, half-buried against Matt’s chest.

She craned her neck, eyes darting, only to feel Matt’s soft hair brush against her temple as he nodded enthusiastically, his jaw pressing gently to her head.

"We’re flying, baby."

The basket shifted, and she squeaked, making people back in the crowd giggle. Her eyes squeezed shut instantly, and Matt softly chuckled, tightening his arms around her.

The burner system roared again, louder this time. The sound echoed inside the basket like a thunderclap.

Matt’s head snapped up. Y/N startled with a sharp gasp, her whole body jumping before her eyes flicked up too, watching the sudden blaze of flame with this dazed awe, like she couldn’t decide if she was amazed or scared.

Back in the stage, Nick’s voice echoed from the mic.

"A dragon!"

The crowd lost it, laughter bubbling.

They were up.

Like, way up.

The sky behind them looked like a water painting, smudged blue and peach, and Y/N was still under Matt’s arms, folded in like a favorite hoodie. Her fingers were sweaty against the fabric of his sweater, and one of them twitched every time the basket swayed even a little. Her eyes stayed mostly ahead, but you could tell they weren’t quite seeing.

Matt looked down.

His chin brushed against her hair, some strands catching on his jaw and tickling it. The movement made her look up at him with big, glassy eyes that were trying so hard to be brave.

Matt smiled that specific smile that was only reserved for her.

"You’re okay. I'm right here." He whispered, a quiet breath against her. "Wanna get closer to the edge?”

She bit her lower lip, her eyes flicking sideways toward the vast view surrounding them. You could see the hesitation bubble behind her lashes. Then, she looked back up at him, her brows drawn with the softest little frown.

"Are you gonna hold me? 'Cause if you're not, just... let go now and let me fall."

She said it with such a fragile laugh, so sweet and unsure, and Matt immediately let out a full-body laugh, holding her tighter like she weighed nothing.

"I’m never letting go of you, dummy."

The crowd in real life cracked, and Nick's voice rang out loud, followed by Chris's.

"Y/N, yesss!"

The crowd hollered, clapping and cheering like they were all in the basket with them.

Back in the video, Matt carefully shuffled them toward the edge, step by step. He muttered little things only she could hear, 'almost there, you’re okay, I got you', his arms snug around her shoulders, hers tightening with every inch.

Finally, they reached the edge.

The basket swaying a little with their modem, and Y/N’s eyes slammed shut. Her face pressed against his chest, and her fingers dug into his back like he was the only thing keeping her tethered to the earth.

Matt turned to the camera with this hilarious painfully fake wince, and the real-life audience burst into laughter again.

Memo’s camera moved closer, carefully capturing every inch of them.

Matt ducked a little, bending his knees to line up with Y/N’s face, his cheek brushing hers.

"Hey." He whispered, low and calming, his voice barely a thread above the breeze. "Open your eyes, sweetheart. I’m holding you. It’s okay."

Y/N didn’t move right away.

Then, slowly, her lashes fluttered. One blink. Two. Her eyes peeled open like a flower in time-lapse, so painfully slow, and when her gaze finally focused, she gasped.

It wasn’t dramatic. It wasn’t fake. It was the softest, smallest 'wow', breathless and barely there. But it hit so hard.

Because the view around them was stunning. Miles and miles of rolling hills, tiny buildings like dollhouses, clouds stretching wide like frosting.

Matt kissed her temple like a reflex, his lips lingering there before he straightened up just enough to rest his chin on the top of her head. His fingers traced little half-circles over her hips like he was drawing invisible affirmations.

Her arms stayed wrapped around him, her head turning slowly against his chest, eyes drinking everything in before turning up to him, lashes shiny with tears she didn’t expect, and he immediately leaned in, brushing his nose against hers.

"You like it?" He asked softly.

She nodded, whispering back.

"It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen."

Matt laughed, pulling her in tighter.

"Same." He said.

"You're both so in love it makes me want to throw up." Nick's voice suddenly echoed around the theater, raising his eyebrows to Matt, who rolled his eyes at him, scoffing.

That’s where the video cut again.

Video-Matt then turned his attention to the man standing casually at the edge of the basket, one hand on a rope. He looked like someone who lived in the clouds, worn-in baseball cap, sun-wrinkled face, calm energy.

"How long you’ve been doing this?" Matt asked, his voice floating up like the breeze.

The man smiled, soft and proud.

"I’ve been around my entire life."

Y/N’s brows shot up at that. She dodged Matt's body a bit and turned to the man, curiosity written all over her face.

"Wow." She said, her voice low and full of awe.

Matt tugged her a little closer, his palm spreading warmly across her side when a soft gust of wind rustled through the air, blowing her hair across her face. She laughed quietly, brushing it back.

The man continued, eyes twinkling with memory.

"My dad started this company 42 years ago."

"Wow." Nick repeated into his mic on stage, the awe laced in his tone, making the crowd laugh softly.

Video-Y/N nodded, the wind brushing her cheeks.

"What’s the highest you’ve been up?"

The man didn’t even hesitate.

"Fifty thousand."

Her eyes went so wide, and she immediately turned to Matt, grabbing his arm with this half-scandalized, half-impressed look. Matt laughed at her reaction, nose crinkling like it always did when he laughed too hard.

Then the video cut again, and now they were way higher.

Y/N was holding onto the edge of the basket, eyes moving, soaking it all in. Matt was behind her, practically wrapped around her like a living blanket. His arms bracketed hers, hands resting on the edge too, his chin barely touching the top of her head. Her hair kept tickling his skin, and it was obvious from the way he kept twitching his nose and smiling into her hair that he didn’t mind at all.

"It’s much more peaceful than I thought." Matt murmured, voice thick with surprise. "I thought I’d be up here shitting myself."

Y/N burst out laughing, tilting her head slightly to look at him over her shoulder.

"You did a little bit."

Matt rolled his eyes dramatically.

"Oh, I was the one shitting myself, huh?" He asked with exaggerated offense, making her giggle.

Back in real life, Nick leaned toward his mic, eyes wide.

"I can’t believe y’all are not strapped in anything."

From her spot on the first row, Y/N nodded seriously, like she still couldn’t believe it either.

On the screen, Matt dipped his face into her temple again, his nose brushing over it before he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of her head, letting his cheek rest there after like it was his favorite pillow. He let out a content sigh, one of those deep, full-body ones.

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The video cut again, now showing the balloon descending toward the ground, the dusty field growing larger as they floated closer to earth. Matt hopped out first, but his foot caught the edge, and he stumbled forward, catching himself just barely.

"I’m gonna break the damn basket." He muttered, arms flailing a bit.

Y/N laughed loudly, her whole body shaking before she leaned out of the basket, putting her arms out toward him, wiggling her fingers like a little kid, waiting for him to help her down.

"C'mon, Matt."

He rolled his eyes to the camera, reaching up and helping her down like she was made of glass, his hands firm but gentle as always. Once she was safely on the ground, he kept a hand on her lower back for a beat longer than necessary before turning to the camera.

"I feel like Katy Perry coming from space." He deadpanned.

The crowd in real life lost it, Chris crackling up with the reference.

Y/N was shaking her head, hiding her face in Matt’s shoulder as she giggled.

"This was so crazy." She said to him onscreen, looking around at the open field like she couldn’t believe they’d actually done that. "The whole experience."

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Another cut of the video, and now they were sitting side by side on that same curb from earlier, the sunrise now traded for a soft blue sky. Y/N had her arm slung across Matt’s thigh, fingers drawing little patterns over the denim while his arm rested lazily across her shoulders, thumb brushing the edge of her jersey collar.

Matt looked into the camera, clearing his throat a little before speaking.

"Okay. My final remark." He started, tongue poking his cheek. "I have to say, that was a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I never thought that I was going to do it."

Y/N nodded, grinning at the camera.

"When Matt came to me with this idea for a tour surprise and asked me to come with him, I was so ready to say no."

Matt looked at her, his smile crooked and knowing.

"But you couldn’t."

She narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

"But I couldn’t." She repeated with a dramatic sigh.

Real-life Chris, not missing a beat, leaned into his mic with a smug little smile.

"Of course she couldn’t. She can’t say no to Matt."

Laughter burst from the audience, and Matt shrugged like, glancing down at Y/N, who rolled her eyes at him.

Back in the video, Matt looked at the camera again, his expression suddenly more sincere.

"I hope that this was a surprise for you, Nick and Chris, and to everybody in the crowd. I’d love to come back if Nick and Chris are down. I just think this is such a cool experience. Nick would love it. I know he would."

Y/N leaned forward slightly, throwing a cheeky wink at the camera.

"All the guys here have mustaches." She said in this mock-whisper voice.

The crowd laughed again. A few people clapped while Nick sent a shocked gaze toward Y/N, who blew him a kiss.

Matt snorted on screen, looking down at her with a grin.

"So... is your fear overcome?" He asked.

Y/N turned her head slowly, squinting at him like he’d just grown a second head.

"Know your limits." She said seriously. "This was a one-time thing."

Matt threw his head back, laughing, shaking his head like he should’ve known better than to ask.

"Well, this was it. I hope everyone liked it and felt a bit of what we felt up there." Matt's voice echoed again after his laughter calmed down. "Now, let's talk about it."

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janecafe · 1 month ago

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getting to know your future spouse (a detailed reading)

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this reading was based on the tarot & oracle cards itself. it not totally foretells the future outcome however everything is yet not set into the stone, the reader is advised to read at their own risk. we still have the rights to make our own dreams and faith. peace!

i will use him or her, she or he as a general point of view of this reading from which is the strongest energy i'm gonna pick up for each pile. regardless of the gender, you can still view or change the pronoun by your preferred gender.

©janecafe 2025

POV: kudos to all hardworking tarot readers out there, it was my first time to read this big pack of energy and i never knew it would drain the hell out of me. it also took me weeks to complete and finished this reading so a big salute! 🍵

sections ⋆

- overall personality, traits & quirks

- physical appearance

- mentality, beliefs or habits

- zodiac signs, letters & relevant numbers

- places and directions

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i. overall personality traits & quirks

he is focusing on himself more onto his financial needs. he is probably busy working on things he needs, despite the doubt, the percentage of faith is higher. i can't totally say, he is afraid to fail but he strongly wants to build stable finances and establish a name on his career.

he is probably someone that is highly respected in his career. someone who maybe abuses power somehow in his job and career. he got the position that is influential, leading or top-level. one of the reasons are- this is his way to protect his bubble, he worked hard for that. it probably took him years to build and achieve that position and life.

however looking on the brighter side, he is detail oriented, career focused, dependable and is willing to work collaboration with his co-workers and teammates. he wants his skills and experiences to contribute to the company for a better and productive work environment. high chances he may also be a business owner and entrepreneur.

i think people have harsh opinions and may have false accusations with your person. as you can see, he exudes a negatively impact from people's perspective.

he also has an obsession over his hair. for him, it must be clean and neat. (came out of nowhere ehihi✌🏻)

this person, is the one that will encourage and support you a lot but it seems like you were just numb enough to think of that, like to think that he likes you at first because you've heard people's opinions towards him that affect on how you look with this person.

you may work with this person, maybe a boss, a mentor or whatsoever it is, but the important recipe here is that they're known to your work and well-experience.

i can say that the connection may start as casual and hostile from the starting months or even years.

he also likes to yell at tv, it was the show he was yelling at as if he was going to be heard.

another description of him is- he is a cold-fish person but also a lone wolf.

signs you can look: feeling charismatic. being more creative than before. new friendships. felt satisfied with your own. a big house celebration. trust issues. desperate to live on your own. desperate to move.

ii. physical appearance

he has an immaculate appearance, even if he wears rags it's an A1 as it is. his hooded pair of eyes fits perfectly to his face. if i were to describe his eyes language it's beady and heavy, it more has sad emotions that describe his entire aura and mood.

as i said, the hair will be neat and clean. it is also thick and soft.

he may have dry and chapped lips. but the teeth are also prominent, maybe there's a gap between his teeth or like a vampire/fang teeth. his height is intimidating, someone who is gifted kinda lofty. (this is how i describe him bcs i am smol ehihi ✌🏻)

let's see what i can get more here. ohh, body yes. it's obvious that it's not attractive enough for most but i think it's healthy and i can't say that his body is very muscular but his chest and stomach is fine. it's not too thin nor fat.

iii. mentality, beliefs or habits

he is a volunteer of a new perspective and trials in life. he is a family-centric person, building a peaceful household is one of his goals and beliefs. i think, it's important for him to choose the right partner.

he is the type of person that won't get immediately in a relationship despite the connection and feelings may build he would likely withdraw or run away from it. it's like he knows himself very well, he knows when he's in love "he gives and risks it all"- so that's his way to avoid the ache feeling. he is knows he's boundaries.

he believes in learning and continues the improvement of every individual. he believes that there is kindness despite people's harsh opinions of him, he can't blame them if that's what they think or perceive him.

he is a thrifty person but is willing to spend money for branded things and important people in his life.

iv. zodiac signs, names, letters & relevant numbers

gale, abigale, francis, francisco, frank, kath, cath, kaye, kate, cecil, cecilia, maria, marian, marie, rich, richard, ed, edward, edwin, eddy, brent, bench, robert, romeo, rob, rock, julie, jillian, julia, julian, james, rey. that's all the names i've got. ✌🏻

6, 37, 28, 10, 19, 12, 88, 22.

scorpio, virgo, sagittarius (2x), aquarius and taurus (3x)

v. places and directions

park, office, lake, grand parents house or old (haunted) house, small town, simply north.

₊˚ʚ 𝐃𝐎𝐒 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

i. overall personality traits & quirks

she is a carefree person. someone who looks after a bigger picture. i think she knows how to appreciate things, she's just happy whatever life and people treat her. she has a very pure soul. it's like kindness is never a wrong choice, but for her perspective, it's priceless to receive kindness from others as well.

she's too optimistic. she's not that kind of person who bluffs and talks negatively to others. she's not into that negative vibe. she's balanced and mindful when talks.

her intelligence and fair treatment to others is absolutely beautiful.

as well, she loves to inspire others. when she works she's determined and goal-driven. she's loyal to those people who gain her trust, her selflessness shows no personal agenda. if she thinks you are trustworthy then you are worth risking.

i think she has an oily or sweaty face and body. well that's normal though maybe this is one of the reasons why she's always carrying tissues.

she has a deep love for nature, animals and rain.

just another secret to add, she likes to sing but i can say that her voice is good to hear. 😅

ii. physical appearance

okay, with the tower card. if i'm not mistaken, she's tall and this makes her incredible to people's point of view asides from her personality of course.

her eyes had a tinge of freedom and power, on the outer it's large and has a gentle expression.

her side profile and lips are perfectly fine. her overall aura is very zen energy. (jennie song, ehihihi ✌🏻)

i think she has brown skin or may have a dark complexion.

iii. mentality, beliefs or habits

she believes that passion is the one that makes us successful. if you love and enjoy what you are doing you are considered successful from her perspective.

she believes that love comes in the most unexpected way. the type of love that is slow burn- letting the faith unfold its unexpected moments because for her love will leave a big impact on life. those love that's hard to predict, that the divine intervention and power has do it's own timing to find her by grace and truth.

she also has an optimistic mindset.

iv. zodiac signs, names, letters & relevant numbers

names; sophia, susie, jake, jan, john, julie, jennifer, jen. biblical names like david and aaron.

moon and venus. libra(2x), pisces(3x), taurus, aries, cancer (3x)

18, 7, 169, 8888, 48, 9, 4, 25.

v. places and directions

cinema, library, cafe, street, under the table, under the tree, church, lake, underground, balcony, party, cosplay event. a place where most of the weather is scorching hot or summer in simple terms.

₊˚ʚ 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐒 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

i. overall personality traits & quirks

this is someone who trusts the flow of life. he is not afraid of what comes next even if it does not turn out well. he thinks that conflict, errors and challenges are a normal part of living. he understood of pushing himself through hard for the best because that's how he gets stronger.

he is uncommunicative about his plans and goals that somehow people seem to wonder what life he could have behind those eyes. his voice is all that matters to him.

anyway, he laughs a lot too. if you will personally know this person, you would think that they're the smartest, coolest and most beautiful person you've ever met.

he may have small eye glasses. he is interested in writing, reading and painting one of these might be his daily routine habits.

this person has a deep love and interest in historical places and the supernatural. to simplify, he is interested in the occult but not in black magic especially those called ritual to lure someone. he is not a big fan of that. he thinks love comes in a natural way and in divine timing.

he is not a typical person that gets carried away by his emotions. he is serious about handling his life, perhaps, time is important to him too. he doesn't waste time in a senseless chase.

ii. physical appearance

for his physical appearance, i think he is not into trendy, nice and branded clothing. he is more into casual and plain.

he has a round and cute face shape. there's some prominent detail on his whole body- it can be moles, scar or tattoo.

his hair is short and spiky or curly, it structured his head bone. i also think he has thick eyebrows that compliment his whole face. it was the first one to get noticed by people.

he is mature and old compared to his age, people get shocked knowing his real age because it seems like his appearance is not applying for his age.

overall, he is an attractive person.

iii. mentality, beliefs or habits

i think he's into smoking, lighting a candle or incense he may believe it will bring peace and knock senses.

he believes in organizing and cleaning workspaces because it helps him to determine and focus on work.

he may also be into chewing gum, it's just a habit of him that you can't take away.

iv. zodiac signs, letters & relevant numbers

sun and rising. capricorn (3x), pisces, aries(2x), gemini, scorpio, cancer.

harry, henry jacob benjamin blake juana olivia oliver ava amelia amira akira emile akasha aisha anne ann diane diana summer sophia sophie sai sey atasha, joseph, sky, ryan.

34, 13, 11, 9,5, 20

v. places and directions

cafeteria, school, hotel, casino, bat, beach, zoo, police station, lobby, hallway, south direction.

#janecafe #pick a card #divine guidance #future spouse #pick a pile #tarot #tarot cards #tarotcommunity #occult #divination #for you #love reading #spirtuality #spanish

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urprettylildoe · 4 months ago

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𝒯𝓌𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓁ℴ𝓈𝓈ℴ𝓂

Yandere!classmate x popular!fem!reader

a shy guy and a spoiled girl. What a cliché romance story, right? Wrong. You were his since the beginning, all you needed was some motivation to realise it.

note: yandere thoughts/behaviour, blackmail, mean reader, implied vulgar videos.

♡︎

The door to the classroom shut.

Silence hung after as a stare-off contest ensued. Well, not exactly a stare-off — it was mostly your mean glare and Adam's gaze averted to the ground while he wrung his fingers together.

Your foot tapped against as you lazily looked up at the lanky boy in front of you, patience already running thin. "Well, what do you want?"

Big, puppy eyes darted around before landing on you. Yet, despite the obvious shyness, a hint of something intense lurked under the surface. A breathy chuckle left his lips as he bit the inside of his cheek. "Right. Right-"

The two of you have never spoken much. You were the type of person had the loudest laugh while surrounded by equally shallow friends who normalised your behavior. Why would a girl like you go out with a guy who blended into the background like furniture?

He rummaged through his bag as papers and books clumsily dropped in the process, apologies slipping past his lips while you tsked at his pathetic actions.

In between the mess he made, you caught odd mumbling along the lines of: "this has to be perfect" and "she'll understand me".

Finally, his eyes lit up like a christmas tree as his hand closed around the object he was looking for and pulled it out.

A white flower.

The way it rested in his grip felt...off. His fingers clung to it like it mattered. You didn't care for what kind it was. Probably a cliché romantic gesture, right?

With a nervous yet excited smile, he held it out. You inwardly groaned and braced yourself for the typical speech to come:

"Y/N, I-I think you're a very beautiful and amazing person-" says the guy ridiculed by you on multiple occasions, "-and this, well- I've l-liked you for a while and...I was hoping you'd go out with me?"

...

Silence. Absolute silence. Then you laughed.

Adam's hopeful expression crumbled as you doubled over, clutching your stomach.

It really wasn't your fault. In your defence, it was just so funny that he thought you'd say yes. You almost felt bad, but what were you supposed to do? Humor him? Yeah, that'd just be cruel. You wouldn't be caught dead with a guy like him. More like someone of your type — confident, a party animal and most likely a jock.

A few minutes passed before you found your bearings again. Dabbing at your eyes, you snickered as you eyed his now ashamed face, "Oh my god, it's adorable how you assumed I'd go out with someone like you."

Your words stung him like a physical blow to the heart. He flinched pitifully, sputtering, "I...I thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong." Nearly snarling that sentence, you brushed past his frozen form and headed for the door. "Now, get out of my way." All this for a waste of time? He might as well just've-

A rough arm closed around around yours, yanking you back and slamming you into the wall. He banged his hand on the wall beside your head, the sound reverberating through your entire being.

You winced, before starting to yell, "hey! what the fu..." your voice died down in your throat. His eyes were sharp and predatory, no longer holding that cheery innocence they did a few seconds ago but instead replaced with a glare. The air around you was thicker, like oxygen was sucked out of the room and swallowed by this boy. A cold shiver ran up your spine. Where did the gentle giant go?

And when he loomed over you, you suddenly realised how large the height difference was between the two of you.

"I was going to do this the nice way, but I'm afraid you left me no choice."

Your breath hitched — this wasn't how this was supposed to go. He was supposed to crumble or even shed a few tears, not smile like this was his plan all along. "What are you doing? Let go of me!" It was his turn to chuckle condescendingly, like you always did to him. A wolf and its prey. Except, the tables have turned this time around.

Maybe you did go a little too harsh on him and pushed his limits too much. Should you apologise? He's a sweet boy that's not beyond mending, after all. It's still the same old Adam.

His fingers played with the flowers petals as he asked while ignoring you, "do you know what Jasmines signify, honey?" It wasn't a question as he immediately continued rambling. "They show deep, deep love. And you rejected that love."

Mysteries hung in the air after his words as he turned to his phone, screen glowing against his features. You wanted, no, needed to tell him off as usual. What made it different now? And damn it, why couldn't you speak? His finger stopped scrolling. A manic grin grew on his lips.

"But don't worry, you'll accept it. One way or another."

Before you could even process his words, the screen was shoved into your face. The world stopped suddenly, ringing echoing in your ears.

Oh, no.

Sweat rolled down your temple, heart threatening to leap out of your ribcage. You didn't even notice the heavy pants leaving your lips as your throat felt awfully tight and closed up.

You blinked. Once, then twice. Still, the contents on his phone wouldn't disappear like you magically hoped they would. They were real.

In his opinion, you looked awfully cute like that. Wide-eyed as you adorably looked around for an exit. He couldn't help but croon at how powerless you looked right now, like you weren't such a bratty girl.

"W-what- you..." you swallowed, trying to pick up the shattered pieces of your confidence. "How?"

"it's simple, really." His cold, boney fingers cupped your cheek, but you jerked away. If he noticed, which he most certainly did, he didn't pay the action any mind while he continued his villainous monologue. "When you're practically invisible your whole life, people tend to underestimate your abilties. And I happened to know a little bit of hacking. That's how I found these...videos."

You didn't reply. You couldn't. Teeth sunk into your shaky bottom lip as you mustered up a weak glare, prompting a dark laugh out of him. He cooed, "honestly, I had fun watching most of these. I didn't know you were so naughty, baby. Who knew my pretty girl had such a big secret?"

Adam got his hands on a very delectable treat, that much was obvious. The real puzzle remained...and almost as if he realised the same thing, his smile inched further up his face. "Hm, what shall I do with these? It'd be a real shame if someone got a glimpse of you in all your beauty."

"Just tell me what you want."

He sighed in contentment, utterly delighted by the question of the hour. "I won't show these to anyone as long as you agree to my deal. You could keep your secret and I could get what I want. And I don't think that's much to ask, do you?"

Clammy hands balled up in frustration as you realised you hit a dead end, with Adam hot on your tail. He knew how much you basked in the loving attention and twisted it against you, that scumbag.

You peeked over his shoulder to see if there were any intruders before meeting his amused face again. You hushed urgently, "fine, what's the deal?"

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he placed a finger under your chin, tilting your face up. Dread curled up your spine the second you saw the triumphant smirk on his lips.

"I want you to be my girlfriend."

Did...did you hear him correctly? Girlfriend? You're pretty sure this qualified as blackmail, something the quiet guy at the back of class typing away would never be capable of doing. But now you weren't so sure you're looking at the same person.

"You'll let me go out with you, spend time with you and do whatever I tell you to. You'll be mine, and act like it." He bared his teeth this time, making his upper hand promineny.

Anger coursed through your veins. How dare he? "Screw you, you crazy psycho!"

His eyes narrowed with obvious displeasure, "be careful with your words. You wouldn't want anyone to hear about your..." he glanced down at his phone then back up at you, "...fetishes."

Your hands itched to slap that smug expression off of his face. Everything you worked so hard to build couldn't fall to the ground because of one pesky guy. For the first time in your life, you weren't the one in control.

"Y-you can't do this," the tone sounded more vunerable than intended. Adam's gaze softened in pity as he brushed a hair behind your ear, the action gentle and tender like he didn't just threaten you.

"Love, it's your choice in the end. Though, I promise to take care of you during our agreement." Was it really your choice, though?

It dawned on you in that very moment that Adam had hidden his claws all this time, patiently waiting and waiting as you ridiculed to play the right cards. If the intention wasn't hatred however, then what was it? You needed to tread carefully, then you'd be able to find a way to free yourself of his clutches.

Physically pained by how weak you felt, you dropped your gaze to the floor and slowly nodded. One thing was clear: you sold your soul to the devil.

"Good girl~" he said happily, patting your head. "I promise you won't regret this. I'll give you a few days to get used to this before we become official."

Carefully, he tucked the Jasmine into your hair. A sign of his twisted, deep-rooted love. Warm lips pressed against your cheek and you turned your head away, embarrassed.

You whispered softly, peering up at him through your lashes, "will you delete them now?"

"Delete them?" He quirked an amused brow, "I think I'll keep them for a while in case you get any ideas...but don't worry, be good and I'll think about it, m'kay?"

Adam slung his bag over his shoulder, watching his girlfriend stare at him in a daze. Poor thing, you're probably too flustered to even say anything. He'll definitely buy you more Jasmines, though. Maybe a bouqet?

This game should be fun. A predator and a prey switching roles? What a plot,

He'll keep those videos till the end of time if that's what it took to keep you with him. All of this until you love him.

♡

𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇𝓈 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓁𝓎

@yourprettylildoe

#yandere #writing #original story #yandere x you #yandere x reader #writblr #story writing #Creative writing #Male yandere #male yandere oc #male yandere x reader #yandere stories #yandere story #Yandere thoughts #x reader #fem reader #Adam

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tpwk-formula1 · 5 months ago

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Biggest Fan - CL16

Requested by @nina-or-anna-or-nora "Heyy!! 💕 I saw you were asking some requests so I have one for an Smau!! (If you want to do it ofc) I was thinking about the reader being kinda like Sabrina or Olivia (a performer) and then Charles being like her biggest fan🤭just a super cute fluffy thing and he goes to every show he can or posts her and stuff🥹"

AN - Had so much fun writing this SMAU for you! Don't be afraid to send in requests that aren't apart of the Pizza Menu! I love Sabrina but I'm not a die hard fan so I have no idea how many outfit changes she has or the order she performs so if it's a little messed up I apologize! Also LMK if you wanna see me do this with more drivers and make it a little series of the drivers being head over heels for their girl friend!

Summary: Just Charles being in love with Y/N... and basically everyone in the F1 community!

Charles insta stories over the fall break

Twitter

Charles instagram

Liked by landonorris, youruser, carlossainz, and 2,090,513 others

charlesleclerc We're ready for you Austin ft. Y/N and all the fan gifted hats that will make an appearance this weekend tagged carlossainz and youruser

user5 I love how he makes a post for work and still finds a way to get Y/N in there

user6 your honor... it's them. It's always them!

youruser I'm ready to be back in my home soil!

user7 I constantly forget our girl is from the US charlesleclerc you mean MY girl user8 Charles will never learn to share charlesleclerc not when it comes to MY Y/N youruser alright calm it down you charlesleclerc yes maam

user9 I hate feeling single but I do love you guys!

carlossainz Will I ever get a post with just us?

user10 Carlos... they're a package deal user11 If I don't expect anything less, you shouldn't either youruser damn... catching strays carlossainz Y/N I thought we were friends!

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Your insta story

user12 how does it feel to be living my dream

carlossainz he's been smiling at his phone for 10 minutes because you posted him

youruser I love knowing he loves me as much as I love him

user13 his eyes

charlesleclerc that's one lucky man

youruser he really is!

user14 I love the way you guys love each other

landonorris you guys disgust me with how cute you are together

youruser you wish this was you huh? landonorris I miss when you were to shy to interact with us... kinda a meanie youruser you'll learn to survive

Twitter

your Instagram

Liked by charlesleclerc, yourbff, oliviarodrigo, and 3,092,172 others

youruser Thanks for the warm welcome home... see you in a few weeks for Vegas!

Look for a surprise tomorrow around noon YeeHaw time!

charlesleclerc Ooooo I wanna know the surprise

user18 I can't believe I have notifications on and Charles is still here before me

charlesleclerc you snooze you lose! gotta be quicker than that! youruser love you need to be a bit nicer! user18 no this is on me... I should know no matter how much I love you Charles just loves you that much more! user19 I'm sobbing at this! Charles is so unhinged when it comes to Y/N

landonorris Can I also know the surprise

charlesleclerc NO!

user20 YeeHaw time is SENDING me! For anyone confused she's talking about CST

user21 THANK YOU! It makes so much sense now that you've explained but as a non F1 Y/N fan I didn't realize she was in Texas haha

user22 I love their height difference. I forget just how SMALL Y/N is.

Your Insta Story

charlesleclerc I can't wait to watch you!!

user23 HOLY SHIT! I can't fucking wait!

user24 omg! I'm so excited for this!!

landonorris: I hope you have a ticket saved with my name on it!

youruser: I do including the rest of the grid... spread the word pleaseeee

user25: Oh to be in the US rn to experience this concert! I just know it's gonna be amazing

Twitter

Charles Insta story during the show

Max's Insta story during the show

Youruser: Max! hahaha you had me cracking up in the first slide... then tearing up through laughter in the second. Thank you so much for finding time in your title fight to support!

maxverstappen1: I wouldn't have missed it! Had to see what all the hype was about. Please invite me again

Grid Members Stories (Lando, Carlos, Oscar, Yuki, Liam, Franco)

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doyoulikethissong-poll · 1 year ago

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David Bowie - Life on Mars? 1973

"Life on Mars?" is a song by the English singer-songwriter David Bowie, first released on his 1971 album Hunky Dory. Bowie wrote the song as a parody of Frank Sinatra's "My Way". "Life on Mars?" is primarily a glam rock ballad, with elements of cabaret and art rock; it has a complex structure that includes chord changes throughout. At the height of Bowie's fame as Ziggy Stardust, RCA Records issued "Life on Mars?" as a single on 22 June 1973 in the UK, where it peaked at number three. To promote the single, photographer Mick Rock filmed a video that shows Bowie in make-up and a turquoise suit singing the song against a white backdrop. "Life on Mars?" is considered by commentators as one of Bowie's greatest songs, and one of the best songs of all time. Critics have praised Bowie's vocal performance and growth as a songwriter.

"Life on Mars?" has appeared in numerous television series and film soundtracks. The British series Life on Mars was named after and heavily featured the song, which is included on the series' soundtrack album. Actress Jessica Lange sang the song with a deep German accent on the fourth-season premiere of the FX television series American Horror Story: Freak Show. In 2019, Nine Inch Nails covered the song on their soundtrack to the HBO television series Watchmen.

"Life on Mars?" received a total of 63,1% yes votes! Previous David Bowie polls: #33 "I'm Afraid of Americans", #118 "The Man Who Sold the World" (cover).

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#finished #high votes #high yes #high reblog #70s #david bowie #english #o1

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chasingthatjjunie · 7 months ago

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(っ◔◡◔)っ 🩷 𝙢𝙮 𝙩𝙭𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙘 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙨 🩷

here are a few of my favorite fics that have made me laugh, cry, smile, scream, and probably feel every other emotion possible!

i'll keep adding to this list as i read. if you have any fics to recommend, i’d be so happy to read them!

𝗼𝘁𝟱 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗹𝗲𝘀:

SILENT TREATMENT W/ TXT ~ @miupow

GETTING STONED W/ TXT ~ @miupow

"Let's break up" prank ~ @skiiyoomin

Little things they do to make you needy ~ @taegimood

squish ~ @huckleberrykai (healed me 🫶🏽)

there's food at home ~ @huckleberrykai

let's dance the night away ~ @huckleberrykai

crush crush crush ~ @huckleberrykai

txt as types of office romance! ~ @itgirlgyu

txt as dilfs! ~ @itgirlgyu

txt as husbands! ~ @itgirlgyu

grocery store runs together ~ @thoughtsforsoob

txt meeting their long distance partner for the first time ~ @mazeinthemoon

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘀𝗼𝗼𝗯𝗶𝗻:

ALL FOR A BET ~ @jjunieworld ("everytime i'm away from you my soul calls out to yours and everytime i'm with you it sings from how complete it is" has to be one of the most beautiful things ive ever read)

saudade love ~ @kumabeom

the great bake off ~ @jjunieworld

ALIBI ~ @bunniwords

vanilla&citrus / coffe&lavender ~ @blue-jisungs

kissed and missed ~ @seoulzie

actirasty with soobin ~ @beomiracles

spit ~ @silvergyus

9:26pm ~ @silvergyus

to the moon and back ~ @p0ckykiss

office hours ~ @hyukalyptus (had me throw my phone across the room and start pacing!!! i literally could not put this down!)

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗷𝘂𝗻:

mango flavored ~ @biteyoubiteme (i think about this fic literally all the time)

crown radio. ~ @mazeinthemoon

9:05 p.m. ~ @agustdiv1ne

9:23 p.m. ~ @agustdiv1ne (um yes please...)

aquarium date with yeonjun ~ @blackhairedjjun

bed chem ~ @moamidzyism

THE UNDERGROUND ˒˒ 최연준 ~ @jjunieworld

girl dad yeonjun headcanons ~ @miupow

written in the stars ~ @blossom-hwa

shoong! ~ @beomie3

i wish i was a baller ~ @delcakoo

thoughts on food truck chef!yeonjun x office worker!reader ~ @blackhairedjjun

gold rush ~ @wave2tyun

you're not afraid of heights are you? ~ @beomiracles

flustering bestfriend!yeonjun ~ @taegimood

[bratty switch!yeonjun] ~ @heartchoi

lost ~ @huckleberrykai (one of the most heartwarming fics ive ever read!!! melted my stress away IM NOT EVEN JOKING)

found (part 2 of lost) ~ @huckleberrykai

i did something bad ~ @huckleberrykai (mafia yeonjun has me going brrrr)

a bouquet of flower ~ @p0ckykiss (this is the sweetest freaking thing ever!!!)

sucking on yeonjun's chain during sex ~ @taegimood

yeonjun w dumbification + spit kinks ~ @taegimood

emo yeonjun putting you on! ~ @hyukakisses

ditched and delirious ~ @seoulzie

just a little tipsy! ~ @aakomii-deactivated20240310 (ive read this just about a million times)

craving you ~ @miupow

Sir;; CYJ ~ @kpoptrashlord-007

REAL WITH YOU ~ @izzyy-stuff (literally all of my fantasies come true!)

𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗼𝗺𝗴𝘆𝘂:

Stupid Cupid ~ @hybeboyenthusisast

an iron man ~ @niningtori

the final argument ~ @seoulzie

five kisses ~ @miupow (so so beomgyu!! <3)

totally unlabeled kisses ~ @heart2beom (the kisses at the end!!)

𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻:

STRANDED ~ @beomiracles

guard (of my heart) ~ @blue-jisungs (“mine are on you only. and, well, the sea in case anyone needs saving”, THIS IS SO CUTE!)

pin me ~ @biteyoubiteme

𝗵𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗮𝗶:

straight a students ~ @silvergyus

daydreams & doodles ~ @seoulzie

𝗺𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶-𝗺𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘀:

movie date ~ @biteyoubiteme (yeonjun and kai)

11:58 p.m. ~ @agustdiv1ne (yeonjun and taehyun)

busy signal ~ @biteyoubiteme (yeonjun and kai)

cozy holiday ~ @biteyoubiteme (yeonjun and kai)

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universefcb · 17 days ago

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Could you do insecure reader with Hector fort. I need some angst in my life 😭 I love your writing sm 🥰🥰🥰

Insecurity at its height

Pairing: Hector Fort X gf!reader

Summary: You're dating, but dating a celebrity will always be a lot of pressure and you're very insecure about it.

Warning: Mention of Reader, Anguish.

Author's note: It's so sad to see that he's frustrated about not getting time on the field :(

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

There she was again—curled up on the edge of the couch, her knees drawn up to her chest and her head resting on the pillow, pretending to be interested in the series on TV. The room smelled of Héctor. It was his sweatshirt she was wearing, his scent still lingering in the fabric, as if he held her close even when he wasn't around.

But he was. Sitting next to her, his bare feet resting on the carpet and his eyes fixed on her, not the screen. Héctor always understood. Every sigh, every look away. Only this time, she was determined to hide it.

The problem was, she wasn't as good at hiding it as she thought she was.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, his voice soft, with that light Catalan accent that always made her stomach turn.

She nodded too quickly.

"Yes, it is. I'm just... sleepy."

Lie.

My head was full. Full of questions I didn't want to ask. Full of insecurities that she hated to admit. Filled with an idiotic fear that grew every time he smiled at someone, every time she saw the comments on Instagram, the messages he received.

You deserve someone better.

She’s not even all that.

You could be with a model, Fort.

She read it. She saw it all. Pretending it didn’t hurt was impossible. It wasn’t about not trusting him—it was about not trusting herself. She didn’t think she was enough. She didn’t think she was pretty enough, interesting enough, perfect enough. He could have anyone. And sooner or later, she was sure: he would see it.

Héctor stepped a little closer. He touched her hand gently, his fingers sliding between hers tenderly, as if he knew exactly what she needed.

"It's not sleep," he said bluntly. "You disappear when you're like this. You stay here, but you're not here. What's going on in that little head of yours?"

She closed her eyes, feeling tears threatening. Could she pretend any longer? Pretend she wasn't afraid of losing him?

"Nothing," he muttered.

He was silent for a few seconds. Then he took her hand and placed it on his chest, where his heart was beating fast.

"Then listen to mine, because yours isn't letting you hear anything properly."

She bit her lip, trying to hold back her tears.

"You don't understand…" he began, his voice cracking. "There are so many people who… who suit you better. Who seem prettier, more everything. I wonder when you'll realize that. When you'll wake up and realize that… I'm not enough."

Héctor's eyes closed for a moment, as if those words hurt him too.

"Do you really think I don't see all this that you feel?" he asked, his tone calm but firm. "I see you comparing yourself. I see it when your smile breaks, even for a second, when someone says something. And it breaks me."

She didn't answer. She just looked at him with an apologetic, embarrassed look. But he didn't let her get away.

"I chose you. Every day. And I keep choosing you. Not because you're perfect, but because you're you. With your doubts, your fears, your quirks. I love you completely," he moved even closer, his eyes on hers, "even when you can't love yourself."

The tear fell, inevitable. He pulled her close, his strong arms wrapping around her small body as if they could protect her from the world.

"And if you ever forget how amazing you are, I'll remind you," he whispered into her hair. "As many times as it takes."

She pressed herself against him, feeling her heart slow, her anxiety take a step back. Maybe she would still feel insecure, maybe she would still have bad days. But in that moment, with his heart beating next to hers, she knew she was safe.

With him, I would always be.

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bi-writes · 1 year ago

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If you have time I am kindly asking for Simon and the teams POV on the arranged marriage fic!! Like why they put that ad out! I also think they’re silly for doing the whole ceremony in their gear 👉👈

the arrangement prequel

it wasn't much of a choice. ghost knew this was coming, knew this might happen--disciplinary action from the increasingly...unorthodox ways he was coming back from an op.

one too many times, a capture or kill became looking for the pieces of their target scattered across the field. an accident on the way back to interrogation--he doesn't know how his blade ended up embedded in their mark's throat. he misfired his gun--it's too bad it went straight through that prisoner's forehead.

disobeying without saying no. taking matters into his own hands without exactly defying the rules. ghost had been walking along the boundary line for a long while, and he knew eventually someone would realize the risks he was taking.

it was kate's idea. ghost needed something to chew on, something to satiate the hunger in his bones. a companionship, is what she tells price, but even he knew that was a stretch. anything given to ghost would surely be shredded apart on impact. anything that belongs to him ends up tucked underneath layers of shadows, not to be seen again.

but ghost is the best at what he does. all kate needs is for him to fucking listen once in a while.

when they ride back in the humvee, ghost is fiddling with the chamber of his pistol when price speaks up.

"got somethin' new," he says, looking into the rearview mirror. the sergeants shuffle a little closer to hear him. "new program between CIA and SAS. pilot program, not...exactly routine. but they'd like one of you lot to be the first to participate."

"what is it?"

price clears his throat, "the legality is a grey area. but both parties need to be willing."

"spit it out, cap'n."

"an arrangement of sorts," he says finally. "it's...not a secret 's hard to keep a bird with the things we do...always away, hard to reach. but you're the best at what you do, and i think if you take it seriously, it could be good for one of ya."

soap snorts. "cap'n, ye wanna play matchmaker with us? see if we're worthy of little bonnie spies?"

price snorts, rolling his eyes, "i need you to set an example, is what i need. i need one of you to step forward."

ghost looks up when he says that. his eyes flicker, and he looks at his captain, who keeps his eyes on the road as he drives. he hears what price doesn't say. this is your punishment, he imagines. and you will take it and not say a word, like the lieutenant that you are.

in the dark of his room later that evening, he opens the file with your name typed across the front. CONFIDENTIAL it reads, and he flips the manila folder to spread your profile out onto the desk.

you're smiling in the first photo. it's a headshot, from high school maybe, from college, a pretty photo of you beaming at a camera with a nice background. he eyes your height, weight, measurements, the skills they've identified and the answers to your questions about why you want to participate in the program.

Q: What kind of partner are you looking for? A: Resistant. Unmovable. Loyal.

Q: Why do you want to participate in this program? A: I'm tired of being disappointed.

Q: What are some of the qualities you possess you would like your partner to know about you? A: I'm not afraid of what I don't know.

short answers, straight to the point. affirmative and honest, with no room for interpretation. ghost doesn't need interpretation; he knows what it is you're saying.

when he looks back at your picture, he brings it closer, narrowing his eyes as he studies you. the smile you wear, while beautiful, isn't real. it's a persona, a ruse, a costume that you wear to put the outside world at ease. you understand that a smile makes you agreeable, but he knows, somehow he knows, that there must be a tick that you feel that no one is able to quiet, an anger and a lilt to the soft voice you must speak in that carries the weight of your defiance and your disappointment with everything the world is that you thought it wouldn't be.

ghost isn't told that the program is a lie. you aren't an operative for the CIA, you aren't some kind of spy in need of company. when he reads the rest of your file, he is amused because he knows the rest is made-up bullshit that doesn't apply to you. you are as civilian as they come, but with how well you lie, he wonders if you should be recruited just for that.

with just a little training, he thinks perhaps you might be everything your country needs and more. a little blood wouldn't scare you.

it's weeks later when ghost eyes the date on his calendar. he has marked it with an X, black marker haphazardly traced there to indicate the day. he told price he doesn't want bells and whistles--no music, no men, no party. an unmarked room and his bride is all that is necessary.

he steps outside to smoke a cigarette. he sucks on it gently, blowing it out to the side, and he eyes the car that pulls onto base carefully. when price steps out of the drivers' seat, ghost stubs out the cigarette and turns the corner. he catches a glimpse of a lace veil before he disappears.

and when he steps into the room hours later, your back to him, he can't help the way his pupils dilate and the way his body goes rigid with rage. there you are, standing there, in white silk and lace, your back to him but the picture of elegance and the presence of something honestly deserving.

it is only when he lifts the veil off of your face and sees those eyes that he understands what you are, what you wear.

a façade, a beautiful mask of your own, to cover up the ugly you hold on the inside.

he smiles under the mask when you kiss him over the fabric. because fuck, yes...he doesn't care where you have come from. he doesn't care that they lied about who you are, that they didn't tell him the truth, that in all honesty, they have given you to die and you don't know it--he doesn't care because it worked, at least for him. the finest flesh he has ever set his eyes on. he cannot wait to brand you for what you are worth.

if they meant to punish him for the crimes he has committed, he is sorry. because you are his reward, and there is no hell to pay.

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midnight-mourning · 3 months ago

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Roses are Red

💘💘Midnight's DCA Valentine's Day 2💘💘

I was feeling, something, when I wrote this, and by that i mean lots of flirting and such ajsldkfjklsjdf

Prompt: Gardeners Sun and Moon preparing a special bunch of roses for their dear Y/N and hiding an engagement ring in a single special rose. Y/N happily saying yes and giving the boys a smooch!

Word Count: 2403

Read here if you prefer ao3!

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You stand by the kitchen door, hand on your hip and brow raised.

"This again?" You ask the moon-themed bot in front of you, as he leans one elbow on the counter. Awkwardly, mind you, with his height.

He shrugs, despite very clearly blocking the door to outside. "I'm afraid I don't follow, Sweet."

You cross your arms, nodding to behind him. "Okay, then may I get past you to go outside?"

"Why bother?" He tsks. "Dreadful weather today, wouldn't you rather stay inside?"

You wrinkle your nose. "No. I think it's a lovely morning actually, based on how sunny it is, and the nice breeze coming in through the window. I'd like to read my book on the swing."

You'd gotten up extra early for exactly this reason. You were hoping if you woke up just a bit sooner, you could sneak out and enjoy the garden as you'd so been hoping to. It was a bit frustrating that you had to put it that way. 'Sneaking out' of your own home. But that's what it had come to at this point.

Loved them as you did, but your gardeners had been exceedingly... difficult over the course of the last month or so. Despite the spring months finally being upon you, the prime time to truly enjoy the garden and appreciate their hard work, you'd been banned from the space entirely.

Keep in mind, they were always bashful when it came to their work, and would sometimes not let you see their handiwork in the early days of spring since it wasn't 'complete' until all the flowers bloomed. This was different however, as you hadn't been barred from seeing the castle gardens just mere yards from your residence, nor the plants being tended to in the greenhouse.

No, it was specifically what they were working on in your garden—the walls far too high for you to peek over, unfortunately—where the source of your woes lied. Apparently. They were being incredibly secretive about the whole affair, going so far as to deny outright that you were banned from your own space.

Or in this case, making excuses.

"Ah, but the weather could change at any time. Surely you'd rather not take the risk and spend your time doing something else?"

You lean back on the kitchen counter. "Like?"

"Reading your book inside, of course." Moon nods, straightening and walking over to you. "Even better, you can read it to me, out on the parlor couch, perhaps. I could hold you, or better yet, you could hold me. I've a terrible crink in my neck that only resting in your lap can resolve I fear. What do you say?"

You tilt your chin up as he now stands in front of you, towering over you even when he sets his hands on the counter on either side of you. Not so subtly blocking you in.

You hum. "Don't you have work to do?"

"Sun can handle himself for a bit, and really I think I've more than earned a morning's rest." He leans down so your faces are only a few inches apart. "You wouldn't deny your poor Beloved a break, Star. Right?"

You huff, though the temptation to take him up on his offer—and more—was at an all time high. "Beloved is a bit of a stretch at the moment."

"Is it now—" Just as the gap was about to close between you, Moon is gone. He makes a strangled noise of surprise as he's yanked back by a half-gloved yellow hand.

Sun releases him after a moment, cheery as can be. "More than earned a morning's rest, hm? Last I recall you didn't spend six hours potting pansies without a break, did you?"

Moon grumbles, but doesn't retaliate further than that.

Before you can say anything, Sun turns to you, seeming to know what you were going to say. "The garden is off limits for the time being, Sunbeam. I might suggest the castle grounds for a good location instead. Once we've finished up here this morning I'd be happy to join you. I'll even bring lunch if you'd like." He finally finishes putting on his glove, adjusting his work apron.

"And just where do I fit into that scenario?" His counterpart asks, searching around for his own outerwear.

Sun's grin widens further, eyes upturned crescents. "Why, you'll be busy trimming the hedges that you've been putting off all week, of course."

"That all sounds lovely, though I do feel bad for Moon." You step closer to the sunny animatronic, arms coming up to wrap around his neck. "But I do have to press you on the reason for why I can't access part of my own home. Which you live in, mind you."

He sadly doesn't buy into your scheme, hand cupping your cheek as his rays click. "You'll find out soon enough. No need to go spoiling the surprise at this time. Go enjoy your morning, Love." He presses a kiss to your forehead and you scoff lightly, despite the heat rising to your cheeks.

"Fine. But no more putting mud on the windows, while I'm gone. Makes me feel like I'm living in a cave." You hadn't expected them to go to such lengths, though knowing them you weren't surprised either.

"No promises~"

Later on in the day you do in fact, enjoy a picnic with Sun, Moon nearby as he begrudgingly trims hedges. Though, another week goes by, and you still can't enter the garden. Not to mention, the flirty banter you typically so easily exchange has dropped to practically nothing.

Your advances are avoided, to the point you can hardly even get a goodnight or good morning kiss. Which, given that you were used to being overwhelmed with affection, being underwhelmed is, incredibly deflating. So, you decide to change your tactic.

You wait until one of them is alone, in this case Sun, to strike. While he may act very blunt and avoidant with Moon around, alone you think you can get him to slip up and finally tell you what they're up to.

You find him on a quiet rainy afternoon hard at work in the greenhouse. The rain pitter-patters softly against the glass far above, the space cast in a bit of shadow from the grey sky and plants that are all encompassing throughout.

He's at a workbench, tending to a group of sickly looking hydrangeas when you find him. He jumps a fraction when your arms wrap around him, head resting on his shoulder as you watch him work.

"Oh, hello, Starlight. What brings you here in these conditions?" Despite the evenness of his tone you can hear a tinge of anxiety underneath.

Your hands shift to slide across his arms, causing him to freeze at your touch. "Was curious about you. Wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Well, as you can see, I'm simply just—" He hesitates as you turn to kiss one of his rays. "B-busy. Would hate for these hydrangeas to wither away because of a lack of care."

You chuckle, kissing him again. "I suppose so. What a pity." Just as he turns to face you, you pull back from him, moving to sit on the workbench instead.

"Something else you need, Sweetpea?" Sun chuckles nervously, you can see the smallest hint of steam arising from him.

You have to smother your smirk to keep your own composure. "Nope, just want to watch you work is all. Don't mind me."

"Ah, of course."

For several minutes there's nothing but muted clinking and such as Sun works, posture stiff as you keep your eyes—and hands—on him. Just simple little touches, traces patterns on his forearms or handing him things every so often. It only spurs you further as you notice your plan is working, the flustered avoidance you'd been experiencing is now just fluster, and you see your chance.

"You know. There is something else I'm thinking you could help with." You reach out and cup his chin. "If you're willing, that is."

You see his rays flutter just a tad. "That so?"

"Mhm. It'd be really easy for you to do too. And if you do, I might have something for you in return." You lean in, just hovering your lips above his smile.

He chuckles, eyes-lidded. "A trade then? I'm certainly not opposed."

"I was hoping you wouldn't be. Now, close your eyes—hey!" You're suddenly plucked off the bench and hauled over a shoulder by blue and white hands. Quickly marched away from a startled and utterly confused Sun, as you see when you glance back.

Moon sets you down by the door to the greenhouse, displeased grin on his features. "Dirty tricks like that belong in the garden, Moonflower."

"Well, I'm not allowed in the garden, so I had to resort to other locations." You huff, brushing off your clothes. "Was that really necessary?"

He bends to your level, eye to eye and inches apart. "It was."

"You're not on my kiss list now, I hope you know that."

Moon's hands cup your cheeks, faceplate spinning once. "What a shame then, that you're on mine."

He kisses you once, then steps back.

"Tomorrow, if the weather clears up, tomorrow you can go in the garden as you choose. I promise." His thumb rubs against your cheek, troubled look in his eyes before he shakes his head.

You keep your frown, despite the heat on your face, and nod. "Tomorrow, then."

You stomp out of the greenhouse and into the rain in the hopes of making it clear your resolve is temporary. In reality you think it just makes you cold, and wet.

But, the next morning the sun peeks through the clouds and after a brief and somewhat quiet breakfast, your gardeners finally relent.

While you're beaming with excitement, they both seem nervous as can be. You're so caught up in all the activities you wish to do that you're only half catching the anxious looks and fidgeted movements they share between each other.

Sun's hands are clasped in front of him as he speaks. "We're sorry it's taken so long, Love. We had several setbacks—" He sends a glare to Moon, who shrugs. "But, we hope you like it."

"And if you don't, just keep it to yourself." Moon's hand rests on your shoulder with a snicker, though there's still that nervous hint to his tone.

You scoff at the two of them. "I always love what the two of you create. Regardless of whether it's for me or anyone else."

With a final sigh, Sun steps out of your way and you all but skip over to and out the door, the warm morning light hitting your skin like an embrace. The garden sparkles from the dew and the day prior's rain. All across—

"Roses?" You ask, in awe at the sheer abundance of them.

Several varieties and colors cover the expanse of the garden, from the edges to the center. Every flower bed is filled to the brim with them. Yes, there's the typical flowers and bushes they plant as well, sprinkled in here and there. Primarily, however, are the roses.

You walk through the grass with a sense of curiosity at the scenery around you. It's breathtaking, but not the least bit suffocating. Brimming with life, but not crowded. It was, in a way, perfect.

Though, you don't understand why they tried so hard to hide this from you. Yes, it was stunning, but the secrecy you just couldn't—

As you turn around again, you see the two of them standing there, together, with a large bouquet in their hands. It consists of bright yellow and deep purple—near black—roses.

"These are for you, if you hadn't already guessed." Moon's gaze is elsewhere as he holds the flowers out with his counterpart.

Sun's rays are spinning quickly as you flick your gaze to him, he coughs and also looks away. "We, we hope it's to your taste. We got what we thought would suit you best."

You're too stunned to really think on the words. "Oh, these are, incredible." You say, gently taking the neatly wrapped bouquet from them. "For me, really? You didn't need to—"

Inspecting the flowers closer, you realize that in the center of the cluster, there's something shimmering in the middle of a rose. This one is different from all the others. Its center is yellow, but the outer petals expand out into that deep violet, with speckles of contrast all throughout. Lying in the very center however, is a ring.

It clicks then for you.

"This needed to be special, to show how much you mean to us, hence all the preparation." Sun states.

Moon continues. "An ordinary flower wouldn't do you justice, nor would an ordinary proposal. The garden served as the best place to refine both."

You nod slowly, feeling a little more than just choked up.

"Is, are you, will you—" Sun stops himself.

"Would you do these two humble fools the honor of having your hand?" Moon asks.

"Yes, that."

You nod again, quicker now, face on fire and tears pricking your eyes. "Yes, yes, absolutely yes!"

Before either can react you shift the bouquet so you can grab them both by their shirts, planting a kiss to each of their smiles several times.

Breathless, you pull back to hug them both. "I would have taken just a simple stroll by the lake, you didn't have to go through all this trouble just for me. But know I appreciate it more than anything. Thank you, I love you. So, so much."

Based on the clicks and whirls that emit from the two of them, and the bits of steam, you think they're as overwhelmed as you in that moment. Sun's lop-sided grin and Moon's half-lidded daze makes you chuckle.

"Duly noted." Sun states.

Moon nods. "Don't spend four years seeding, growing, and experimenting with roses next time. Understood."

"Four years?" Your brows shoot up. "But we met just roughly four years ago."

"We know. We started on this about a week in."

At this you shake your head, laughing outright. You give them another kiss, and revel in that moment.

It's going to be one you cherish for years to come.

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Thank you for the lovely request @amarynthian-chronicles!! I love how you always write the boys with a sense of whismy and charisma so I tried to channel that for this hehe ^^

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