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fool for you teaser

fratboy!Johnny x f!reader

summary: Johnny has decided that enough is enough! He can’t stop thinking about you and he needs to do something about it! Well… it’s so much easier said than done

teaser word count: 586

expected fic word count: ~4k

release date: Saturday, May 10 at 5pm PDT

warnings: profanity

a/n: fic will be centered around our new and beloved, fratboy!Johnny universe and will chronologically follow after this post! taglist will be closing Friday afternoon at 5pm PDT, please comment/send me an ask/reblog even if you'd like to be added

divider creds to roseraris <3

His classes have already finished for the day, but he finds himself making the familiar walk across campus toward the humanities building. The sky is warm and the sun feels nice on his skin as he strolls and swipes through his phone. In the blink of an eye his phone is falling to the floor as his body collides with another. 

“Oh shoot, I am so sorry,” he hears the other person say. Not just any other person, you. He gulps, falling to his knees beside you as you gather all your papers and books back into a neat pile. He can hear your nervous rambling, “I’m really sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going. I’m just running late on my way to the library and- Johnny? What are you doing on this side of campus?”

Johnny isn’t even thinking of a response because while he was listening to you speak, he wasn't listening to what you were saying. His brain was too busy memorizing the timbre and tone of your voice to focus on any words. It takes his brain a whole minute to process your question all while he stares at you blankly. He clears his throat, right, what was he doing over here, “I… the… I like that bathrooms over here…” What the hell, John?! The bathrooms?!

You giggle softly, “the bathrooms? Surely, the engineering building would have the nicest bathrooms since that building is the newest.”

Oh. You actually bought that flimsy excuse. He coughs softly, “are you… are you doing anything right now?” Wait a second, did your fingers just brush against his? Why was a simple brush of your fingers against making his heart race? What the heck was up with him?

“Yeah, actually, I’m on my way to another tutoring session,” you answer as you pile all your things into your arms before standing. 

Johnny stands up slowly, looking down at you as his eyes trace over every small detail on your face, every curve and every edge. His eyes drag over the curve of your lips, the lashes that line your eyes, and the way your cheeks round as you smile up at him. He blinks slowly, once, twice… what was it about you that made him act like such a fool? Why didn’t his brain work how it was supposed to around you? “Right,” he shakes his head with a smile, “of course. I’m sorry for making you later.”

Your brows furrow just slightly before you smile up at him in such a sweet way that he might just feel his pupils turning into hearts. Your hand comes up to squeeze his forearm. Great, now he’s a puddle from a simple squeeze of your hand. “You get this really faraway look in your eye when you look at me. We’ll have to talk about that next time we see each other,” you tell him in the sweetest voice he’s ever heard before hustling away like you always do. 

He doesn’t even care if you see him if you choose to turn away, but he hunches over, one hand griping his t-shirt as he tries to catch his breath. Fuck, this was the best feeling in the world, being around you, looking at you, talking to you. And was it just his imagination or did you hand actually linger when you squeezed his arm? 

His train of thought is interrupted when someone coughs, “dude, are you having an asthma attack or something?”

“Something better,” Johnny breathes out.

( @severeanxietyissues I’m adding you to the taglist FIRST bc we all owe you for Johnny and Bee🙇🏻‍♀️)

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For: @numberoneartisanwizard

I just want a story about John being a father please!!🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️like how is he going to handle his child if they had a tantrum, especially in public Or his child being naughty.

(Dividers made by me)

John with his son, Luke ~

"Luke Price!" John shouts, dragging the "u" more longer than anyone else.

John Price isn't the most sympathetic person when he goes to sleep. No. Sleep time for him is sacred. He can get very grumpy is just the slight inconvenience affects his schedule.

It's why this is the third time this week that his toothbrush isn't in the bathroom. And he knows the deal here.

"What?" Your seven year old casually says as he—again, casually— walks to his room, who happens to be next to John and your's.

"Here, now." John's tone is short, clear.

"Wassup?" His son says, hands in his— rocket space themed—pajamas pockets.

John's standing in the bathroom doorway of your room, shirtless, and absolutely done with the day—and it’s barely past 9 p.m. His plaid pajama pants hang low on his hips, his hair an unruly mess.

“Where is it?” He stares him down.

Luke blinks. “Where’s what?”

John’s jaw flexes. “Don’t.”

You’re curled up on the bed, half-asleep, book in hand. You look up the moment you hear that tone. That’s not a drill-sergeant shout. That’s the worn-thin, late-night dad voice that means someone’s just made one very poor choice.

John crossed his arms. “My toothbrush. Where is it.”

Luke hesitated, shifted his weight and glanced behind him like he was making sure an escape route was still viable.

John followed the glance. "Luke,” he said slowly, turning to face his son.

Luke opened his mouth. Closed it. Then tried again. “Okay—I used it.”

"You used it?” John’s voice was level, but his eyebrow was climbing into dangerous territory.

Luke nodded, then mumbled, “On Max.”

John stared.

“He needed a good brushing!” Luke defended, his little hands flying. “Mum said dogs get plaque too!”

“Oh my god,” John muttered, dragging a hand down his face.

"Max’s teeth were all… yucky. And he licked me earlier. And you also said hygiene is critical to operations. So I fixed the situation." Your son explains.

You’re already wheezing with laughter, turning your face into the pillow as John freezes like a statue.

“You brushed the dog’s teeth. With my toothbrush.” he repeats.

Luke shrugs like he’s being perfectly reasonable. “He eats socks. And cheese. And he found a Babybel wrapper under the couch—”

John puts a hand to his chest. “That toothbrush was new. She still had the tag on her!”

You lose it, laughing so hard you have to sit up, tears in your eyes.

Luke tilts his head. “She?”

You smirk, leaning on your elbow. “Wait—so your toothbrush gets a name, but I don’t even get a proper pet name? We've been together for 10 years”

John squints. “What? I call you love.”

“That’s basic.”

John sighs, rubbing a hand over his beard. He handled wars, negotiations, attacks... He handled all that (still does), yet this feels worse than anything. Because there's no manual, no school—hell, don't even training—on how to handle a situation with a seven year old.

There was a beat of silence. Then John pointed to the hallway.

“Go. Bed. Now.”

“But—”

“Now!”

Luke scampered off mumbling something about It’s called sharing... And He liked the minty part...

John turned toward the bed, deadpan. “He used it. On the dog.”

You reached for his hand as he sat at the edge of the bed, sighing deeply like a soldier just back from war.

“You survived,” you said, teasing.

He grunted. “Barely.”

John with his daughter, Sarah ~ Years later...

“No,” John said flatly, holding the massive unicorn plush out of reach with his left hand while deciding the kind of toilet paper he needed. “This thing is bigger than you. We’re not bringing it home.”

“But I need it,” his daughter—of only six years old—declared, hands on her hips, chin tilted high.

“Need?” he echoed. “You said that about the flamingo with roller skates yesterday.”

“That was different.” She narrowed her eyes. "She begged me to take her home with me."

John blinked. “It’s a stuffed bird.”

She didn't budge.

“Put it back,” he said giving it back to her, trying to stay calm. Firm. Soldier-mode. “Final answer.”

He gave her The Look. The Dad Look. The one that had made grown men freeze on the field.

Sarah blinked.

And dropped to the floor.

Like. Dead weight. Plop.

“NoooOOOOOO!” she wailed, legs kicking wildly. “You never let me pick anything! I’m just a little girl in a world full of sadness!”

John stood frozen, clutching the pack of toilet paper he’d been seaching for. The words slowly processed in his brain.

Did she just say—a world full of sadness?

People walked by, offering him the kind of glances usually reserved for emergency situations—some sympathetic, some mildly amused, some very clearly relieved it wasn’t their kid.

Further down the aisle, a young store employee in a neon vest pretended to tidy a shelf but was absolutely watching the spectacle unfold.

John gritted his teeth and stared at the ceiling for strength.

“Get up,” John said through gritted teeth.

“NO.”

“You are not doing this here.”

“I am doing this here! I LIVE HERE NOW.”

He crouched, leaned close. “If you don’t get up right now, you are grounded.”

Her eyes narrowed, teary but calculating. “Fine. Then you don’t get hugs anymore.”

John stared at her, stunned. “You’re—threatening me?”

“I’m emotionally negotiating!” she shrieked.

John groaned and stood up, running a hand down his face. “I’ve led teams through enemy territory with less resistance than this.”

She flopped again for dramatic flair. “ I want the Unicorn!

"You have a dozen of stuffed animals!" he barked without thinking, completely unraveling.

A pause.

More silence.

John took a deep breath. “Right. That’s it. Let’s go. No unicorn, no toilet paper, no nothing. We are going home.”

His daughter screamed in protest—an opera of despair—and grabbed the nearest shelf in protest like a protester chaining herself to a tree.

“No! Daddy, NO!"

John carried her like a sack of potatoes, screaming into his ear.

She finally quieted once they got to the car.

Sniffling, arms crossed, cheeks red and blotchy.

John sat in the front seat, eyes blank, hands on the wheel.

“Deep breaths... Deep breaths." he muttered to himself.

His phone buzzed.

You: Everything good?

He stared at the message for a long moment.

Then replied:

John: She staged a coup over a stuffed unicorn. I lost. I don’t even know who I am anymore.

He looked in the mirror at her in the back seat—now quietly singing to herself like nothing ever happened.

She met his eyes.

Smiled sweetly.

“Daddy?” she said, innocent as sunshine.

“What?” he said flatly.

“I think you should take a nap when we get home,” she said matter-of-factly, kicking her little feet in the back seat. “You look like your head’s about to explode.”

John blinked, staring at the dashboard like it might give him the answers.

John exhaled. Slowly.

How did one go from clearing buildings with breachers to losing an argument to a six-year-old in light-up sneakers? Well, more like a manipulative, scheming, tiny sorceress with pigtails—and the emotional range of a Shakespearean villain— six years old.

He rubbed his face. He wasn’t even mad anymore.

He was… impressed. Horrified, but impressed.

He finally turned the key. The engine rumbled to life beneath his hands.

“Can we get ice cream?”

He blinked, head turning slightly.

“I was very brave,” she added, completely serious.

John didn’t answer. Just stared at the road ahead, trying to remember who he was before this moment.

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Can i request yandere gaeul & rei smut pls🙇🏻‍♀️

- I really love your writing style. Please keep writing!!

The Unnie They Craved - Kim Gaeul X Fem Reader x Nao Rei

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Synopsis: Y/N, the beloved older sister of IVE's Leeseo, finds herself ensnared in a chilling obsession when she helps care for her feverish sister at the IVE dorm. What begins as gentle affection from Rei and Gaeul quickly spirals into a possessive and manipulative game, trapping Y/N in a web of their twisted devotion.

The IVE dorm was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to its normally vibrant atmosphere. Yujin's frantic call had brought Y/N rushing over; Leeseo, her youngest sister, was burning with fever, and the rest of the members were at a loss. Y/N, being the eldest, was always the one they turned to in times of crisis.

"Unnie, thank you so much for coming," Yujin said, her voice laced with worry, as Y/N entered the dorm. "She's been like this for hours."

Y/N nodded, her focus already on the closed door of Liz and Leeseo's room. "Let me see her."

Inside, Leeseo lay curled beneath a thick blanket, her face flushed and her breathing shallow. Y/N gently placed a hand on her forehead, wincing at the heat radiating from her skin. "She's burning up," she murmured.

As she tended to her sister, the other members watched from the doorway, their expressions a mix of concern and something else… something that made Y/N slightly uneasy. They had always been friendly, but there was an intensity in their gaze that she hadn't noticed before.

"Is she going to be okay?" Liz asked, her voice soft, almost too soft.

"I think so," Y/N replied, her attention still on Leeseo. "I'll need to get her temperature down, and make sure she stays hydrated."

Wonyoung stepped forward, her eyes never leaving Y/N. "Is there anything we can do to help?"

"Just keep the room quiet and cool," Y/N said. "And maybe bring me a cold compress."

As Wonyoung went to fetch the compress, Gaeul and Rei remained in the doorway, their gaze fixed on Y/N. "You're very good at taking care of her," Rei said, her voice laced with admiration.

"She's my little sister," Y/N replied tersely.

Rei's lips curved into a small, almost unsettling smile. "Family is important," she murmured. "Especially when you find the right one."

Wonyoung returned with the compress, her eyes flickering between the three.

Over the next few hours, Y/N worked tirelessly to bring Leeseo's fever down. As she did, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched. Rei and Gaeul's gazes followed her every move, their expressions a mix of admiration and something darker, more possessive.

As Leeseo finally began to show signs of improvement, Rei and Gaeul spoke softly to one another.

"She's so capable," Rei whispered, her eyes glowing. "She's exactly what we need."

"Yes," Gaeul agreed, her voice equally soft. "She's perfect."

"She cares for Leeseo so well," Rei continued, "Imagine how well she'd care for us."

"We'll make her ours," Gaeul said, a hint of steel in her voice. "She'll belong to us, just like Leeseo."

As Y/N prepared to leave, the two girls blocked the door. "Thank you for taking care of Leeseo," Rei said, her smile wide but unsettling.

"Yes, you're so good to her," Gaeul added, her hand reaching out to gently touch Y/N's arm. "We appreciate that."

"You should come visit more often," Rei said, her eyes gleaming. "We'd love to have you here."

"Yes," Gaeul agreed, her voice a low purr. "We'd love to take care of you, too."

Y/N, confused, forced a polite smile. "I'll try," she said, her heart pounding. "But I have to go now. I have practice."

As she slipped past them, the two began their plan on how they would make Y/N love them.

The tension in the IVE dorm lingered even after Y/N's departure. Rei and Gaeul exchanged a knowing glance, a silent pact solidifying between them.

"She's perfect," Rei murmured, tracing a finger along the edge of a nearby table. "So caring, so capable."

"And she's family," Gaeul added, her voice a low purr. "That makes it even better."

"We need to make her see," Rei said, her eyes gleaming with a dark determination. "We need to make her understand that she belongs with us."

"We'll start slow," Gaeul suggested, a cunning smile playing on her lips. "Subtle gestures, little favors. We'll make her feel comfortable, make her feel needed."

The next day, a bouquet of Y/N's favorite flowers arrived at her practice studio, accompanied by a small, handwritten note:

"Thinking of you. - Rei & Gaeul."

Y/N was surprised, but touched, attributing it to their gratitude for her help with Leeseo.

The following week, a carefully curated box of snacks and drinks appeared, perfectly tailored to Y/N's known preferences. This time, there was no note, just a silent, thoughtful gesture. Y/N began to feel a warmth towards the two, a sense of being cared for, a subtle pull she couldn't quite explain.

Unbeknownst to her, each item in the box had been meticulously chosen, not just for her taste, but for what it revealed about her habits, her preferences, her vulnerabilities.

Rei had spent hours scouring Y/N's social media, noting every fleeting comment, every shared post, every detail that hinted at her inner world. Gaeul, meanwhile, had subtly questioned Leeseo, drawing out information about Y/N's routines, her favorite comfort foods, her secret indulgences. They were building a profile, a map of Y/N's desires, a blueprint for her capture.

A small, almost invisible tracking device, disguised as a decorative charm, had been slipped into the box. It transmitted Y/N's location in real-time, allowing Rei and Gaeul to monitor her movements, to anticipate her needs, to always be one step ahead. They watched her practice, they saw her breaks, they knew when she was alone. A constant, unseen presence.

When Y/N took a bite of her favorite chocolate, a faint, almost imperceptible trace of a calming sedative had been added. Just enough to relax her, to lower her defenses, to make her more receptive to their influence. It was a subtle manipulation, a gentle nudge towards dependence. They were weaving a web of comfort, a silken trap disguised as affection.

Each gesture, each gift, was a carefully calculated move, a step closer to their ultimate goal. They weren't just showing affection; they were laying claim. They were marking their territory, subtly, insidiously, making sure Y/N knew, on a subconscious level, that she belonged to them.

The IVE dorm, usually a hub of lively chatter, held a tense silence. Rei and Gaeul had meticulously prepared a dinner, a carefully crafted evening designed to draw Y/N closer. The aroma of their effort, Y/N's favorite dishes, wafted through the air, a stark contrast to the growing unease.

"She should be here soon," Rei murmured, adjusting the table setting for the third time. "Everything has to be perfect."

Gaeul, her eyes fixed on her phone, nodded. "She wouldn't miss this."

Then, Y/N's message arrived, a curt "Sorry, can't make it tonight," leaving them both stunned. Before they could react, Leeseo, oblivious to the tension, skipped into the room.

"Unnie!" Leeseo chirped, her eyes bright. "Y/N unnie have a date"

The casual announcement hit Rei and Gaeul like a physical blow. The carefully constructed facade of gentle affection crumbled, replaced by a chilling possessiveness.

"A date?" Rei hissed, her voice dangerously low. "She said she couldn't come here, but she has a date?"

Gaeul's hands clenched, her nails digging into her palms. "Who is she with?" she demanded, her voice a low growl.

Leeseo, sensing the shift in atmosphere, shrunk back slightly. "I don't know," she mumbled. The silence that followed was thick with unspoken rage. The dinner, once a symbol of their affection, now felt like a cruel mockery.

"Thank you, Leeseo. Why don't we eat? It's a shame to waste all this," Rei said, quickly masking her anger. Leeseo, reverting to her bubbly self, called the other unnies to join them for dinner.

Beneath the veneer of polite gratitude, Rei's mind raced, a whirlwind of possessive fury.

A date? She dares to go on a date when she knows we're waiting for her?

The carefully planned evening, the meticulously crafted atmosphere, all felt like a cruel joke. She forced a smile as the other members filed into the dining room, but her eyes held a cold, calculating glint. Gaeul, equally seething, maintained a facade of calm. She served the food with practiced grace, her movements precise and deliberate.

She thinks she can just dismiss us like this? She'll learn.

Each spoonful she served was a silent promise, a vow to reclaim what they considered theirs.

Y/N POV

The click of the front door echoed too loudly in the sudden stillness of my apartment. I'd just said goodbye to Han sunbae, a warm feeling lingering after a pleasant dinner celebrating his solo song. A soft sigh escaped my lips as I turned, ready to shed the day's tension. But the moment I stepped inside, a cold dread washed over me.

The lights were on, an unnervingly familiar glow illuminating my living room. I hadn’t left them on. And was that… lavender? My lavender candle? The one I rarely lit?

My heart pounded against my ribs as I cautiously moved further into the room.

"Hello?" My voice trembled, a pathetic whisper in the sudden silence.

"Hi, Y/N," a voice purred, the sweetness laced with an unsettling undercurrent. Rei sat on my couch, legs crossed, a serene smile plastered on her face. Gaeul stood by the window, her gaze fixed on me, a predatory gleam in her eyes.

What are they doing here?

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice tight with tension.

"We were worried," Rei said, her smile widening, but not reaching her eyes. "You didn't come to dinner."

"And then Leeseo told us about your date," Gaeul added, her voice smooth, almost hypnotic. "We wanted to make sure you were safe."

My eyes darted between them, taking in the scene. They were too comfortable, too at ease in my space. The air crackled with a tension that was both unsettling and terrifying.

"You shouldn't have come here," I said, my voice trembling slightly but i act strong i see the two of them smirk, “ Why are you trembling?” 

My back hit the wall, a cold, hard surface against my trembling skin. Gaeul's eyes, usually warm and playful, were now dark and predatory, her gaze fixed on me like a hunter cornering its prey.

"Don't be scared," she repeated, her voice a silken whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "We just want to take care of you."

"This isn't taking care of me," I whispered, my voice thick with fear. "This is... this is..."

"This is love," Rei interrupted, stepping closer, her smile a chillingly sweet facade. "Our love. A love that will never let you go."

Gaeul reached out, her fingers tracing the line of my jaw, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. "We know what's best for you, Y/N," she murmured, her voice a low, hypnotic drone. "We know what you need."

"You don't know me," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "You don't know what I need."

"We know you need us," Rei said, her eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity. "You need our protection. Our love. Our devotion."

"You need to understand," Gaeul added, her voice a low purr. "That you belong to us. Only us."

 The world dissolved into a hazy blur, the cloying sweetness of lavender suffocating my senses. Then, a warmth pressed against my lips—Gaeul's. The kiss wasn't tender; it was a possessive claim, a declaration of ownership that sent a shiver of unease through my already trembling body.

I tried to pull away, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive, as if weighed down by an unseen force. Simultaneously, Rei's arms wrapped around my waist, a caress that felt less like comfort and more like a tightening snare. Her touch, though seemingly gentle, held an undercurrent of steel, a silent promise of restraint.

They guided me, with an almost effortless control, towards the sofa. Even as Gaeul's kiss deepened, becoming more insistent, Rei's hands moved across my body, tracing the contours of my waist, my arms, my back. Each touch was deliberate, each caress a subtle assertion of dominance.

My mind screamed in protest, a frantic alarm bell ringing in the fog of my disoriented senses. Yet, my body seemed to betray me, succumbing to the strange, intoxicating mix of fear and a chilling, unwelcome thrill. I felt like a marionette, my strings pulled by their invisible hands.

"You know we will show you that you belong to us," Rei whispered, her voice a low, almost hypnotic murmur, as her fingers worked at the buttons of my shirt. A cold dread washed over me, but my body felt sluggish, unresponsive.

Gaeul's lips trailed down my neck, leaving a burning path of possessive kisses. I bit my lip, desperately trying to suppress a moan, a sound that would betray my weakening resolve.

"Don't fight it, Y/N," Rei murmured, her voice laced with a dark tenderness. "Feel our love."

Rei's hands moved with a practiced ease, sliding my shirt off my shoulders, revealing the sensitive skin beneath. Gaeul's kisses intensified, her lips nipping and sucking, leaving a trail of red marks on my neck, each one a burning brand of their ownership. I felt a strange, unwelcome heat spreading through my body, a traitorous response to their touch, a wave of dizziness that made it harder to fight.

"You're so beautiful," Rei murmured, her fingers tracing the curve of my collarbone. "So perfect. Just for us." Her touch lingered, her fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of my chest, sending a jolt of electricity through me. "We'll cherish you, Y/N. We'll give you everything you've ever wanted."

Gaeul's hand slipped beneath my waistband, her fingers tracing the line of my stomach, sending shivers down my spine. "We know what you need," she whispered, her voice a low, hypnotic drone. "We know how to make you happy."

"Do you hear that?" Gaeul groaned, her voice thick with a mixture of lust and triumph, as she ground her core against my stomach. The friction sent waves of heat through me, a sensation that was both unwelcome and undeniably intense.

My own moans, involuntary and shameful, echoed in the room, a stark contrast to the silent tears that streamed down my face. Rei's fingers, working with a practiced rhythm inside me, pushed me closer and closer to the edge.

"Hnggg- I can't anymore," I gasped, my body convulsing, my muscles clenching. The sensations were overwhelming, a chaotic storm of forced pleasure and deep-seated fear. My mind screamed in protest, but my body seemed to betray me, succumbing to the relentless assault on my senses.

"That's it, Unnie," Rei whispered, her voice a low, encouraging murmur. "Let it go. Let us take care of you."

Gaeul's movements intensified, the friction building, pushing me further into the abyss of forced pleasure. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," she groaned, her voice laced with a dark possessiveness. "So completely ours."

My body trembled, on the verge of shattering, the forced pleasure building to a crescendo. I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, the room spinning, the faces of Rei and Gaeul blurring into a distorted image of triumph.

I tried to rise, my body heavy and disoriented, the lingering sensations a confusing mix of violation and exhaustion. But they stopped me, their hands gentle yet firm, holding me down. "Shh, Unnie," Rei murmured, her voice a low, soothing murmur that sent a shiver down my spine.

"We'll take care of you. We have something exciting planned for after you wake up."

My eyelids felt heavy, my mind still reeling from the forced intimacy. I tried to focus, to protest, but the words wouldn't come. I could barely keep my eyes open.

As I drifted into unconsciousness, I heard their voices, soft and conspiratorial, a chilling counterpoint to the fading echoes of my own distress.

"She'll remember everything," Gaeul whispered, her voice laced with a dark satisfaction. "She'll remember who she belongs to."

"Yes," Rei agreed, her voice equally soft. "She'll remember that she's ours. And she'll learn to love it."

"She'll wake up and understand," Gaeul said, "That we're her world now. And she will never leave."

"We'll make sure she never forgets," Rei added, a hint of steel in her voice. "Every touch, every kiss, every moment... it will be etched into her memory."

"She'll wake up and crave us," Gaeul continued, "She'll wake up and want us. Just us."

"And when she does," Rei purred, "we'll be waiting."

The last thing I heard was the soft click of a door closing, and then, nothing. Only the heavy, suffocating darkness of sleep, and the unsettling certainty that I was trapped in their twisted game.

[0bunnyia]

현진 ─── Painted Canvas

Lost in the gray of everyday life, you find an unexpected connection with a stranger in an art gallery. As days pass, an unspoken bond forms—until one day, he disappears. Left with only memories and a blank page, you begin to write. But fate has one last masterpiece to show you.

Pair: Artist! Hyunjin x Writer! Reader

— this is the longest fic I've ever written HUHUU, I enjoyed writing this so please enjoy reading it too!!<33 and if you ever feel like you're struggling, please don't keep it to yourself!! Please reach out to your close one!! You will pass all of it, promised!! 🙇🏻‍♀️

⚠️ : Mentions of emotional exhaustion (reader is struggling), open ending if that counts. wc: 1,1k

Alexa, play an art gallery could never be as unique as you by mrld.

It wasn't always like this, you used to believed that life is worth dreaming of—something that you look forward to. But now? It's just days to pass, draining in your own energy, wondering if anyone's notice.

The world feels muted, it's like someone took away all the color, leaving it only gray. Each day gets harder to pass, like a book with fading ink, it's story slipping away before you can hold on to it.

The sun rises and sets, each day grows harder to pass. You wondered, is life really worth dreaming of?

Then, you saw him.

It was the usual day, you groan as the sun paid its visit to you, shining through the window. The sound of bird chirping can be heard, as if they were making fun of you.

You stayed still for a second. The world outside has already begun it's day, as if it has no choice but to keep moving, while you linger on the edges of it, unwelcome.

You get out of your bed eventually, getting ready just because you have to. Tho, you don't have much to do.

Sitting in the balcony, you stare at the blank paper in front of you, trying to write something, to make sense of something. But your mind was still making fun of you, indicating that you will not be able to write again.

You decided to take a walk, leaving the darkness of your house and touch some grass. Fate must have planned something for you because you found yourself in front of an art gallery.

You were never interested in painting, it was never something that captivated you. You never understand how a few stroke of brush can be so valuable to one. You should've left, there was nothing interesting inside, you thought. But your feet betrayed you.

Taking a step into the gallery, you walk through the entrance, the cold air brushing to your skin. It feels different, like it was waiting for you. The walls are full of painting, walking through each, you find yourself stopping at the painting across of you.

Your gaze locks onto the piece before you. The colors blends away in another, making you wonder where one stops. It strokes is hard to tell where it started and where it ends. A truly captivating painting that make you stop thinking for a second. “Loving you is my safe place“ you mumble under your breath.

Safe, that word felt foreign for a long time. You exhaled, observing the painting In front of you again when you've heard a voice behind you.

“I see you've found my favorite painting“ the voice was smooth, soothing and unhurried. You turned to the owner of the voice. There you see a man standing there. He had dark eyes and relaxed stances, you forget how to breathe for a moment, admiring the man behind you.

You blinked, grounding yourself before fully turning around, facing the mysterious man. “Oh—do you come here often?“ your voice feels lighter than before. “You could say that“ he tilted his head, before gazing back to the painting, you followed his gaze.

“It feels, safe? It gives you a feeling like home, sorta.“ you spoke “Then it did it's job well.“ “Is this your first time here?“ his gaze turning back at you, you found yourself staring at his eyes. You can't lie, he has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen.

You hesitate for a moment “Yes, it's my first time here. I've never been really interested in paintings to be honest“ you have no idea why you're saying it, maybe it's his calm demeanor that made your guard down.

“cool, let me show you around!“ the stranger grab your hand and takes you around the gallery. You don't remember the paintings he explained to you, all you remember was his loving gaze to the painting. Makes you wonder, will anyone ever look at you so lovingly?

You don't know why, but your steps keep coming back to the gallery, hoping to find the same stranger. And you did, he was always there, whether just sitting on the bench or looking at the paintings there.

Each day passes, you and the stranger get closer, growing a bond that cannot be explained in words. It's something simple, like the two of you sitting at the bench while he was doodling in a napkin, but you found yourself telling your worries to him.

One day he spoke, “Even the sky gets cloudy sometimes, but it always ends up clear again, right?“.

Maybe some part of you were healing just by talking to him. You found yourself looking forward to the next day, to go to the gallery and talk with the stranger.

Until one day, everything just disappears. It was the same like every other day, you get ready and went to the gallery, except there was no one there. The gallery was closed, and you don't find the stranger around there. That's when it hits you, you never knew the strangers name, nor do you have his contacts.

You turned around and returned home feeling devastated, he was only a stranger, but why do you feel so lost?

You pick up your pen and start writing, it was only random words at first, writing everything that comes to mind. Then you remembered what he once said to you.

“every piece has a story, even the messy one.“ Then you wondered, what is your story?

You write more and more, your hand moving nonstop, turning words into sentences, and something more. You don't think, you just want to remember him through words, to hold onto something.

And little did you know, you had changed.

Days pass, and writing becomes a habit again, you spends your afternoon sitting by the windows of different cafes, just lost in your own world. Your pen moving without hesitation, ink staining your fingertips, like a quick reminder that you're still here, still waiting.

It was just a random afternoon after writing session at your favorite cafe, the winds grew colder. And you found yourself again, back to the art gallery. It was open, you stared at the building for a moment before hesitantly stepping inside.

It was still the same, the cold air brushing your skin, you stare at the painting one by one.

Until your step stop at a huge painting, it was you.

It isn’t just a painting of you—it’s you through his eyes. Your silhouette is bathed in golden hues, as if kissed by sunlight, yet there are shadows carefully placed in the corners, a quiet understanding of the storms you’ve endured. Flowers bloom along the edges, creeping toward your figure, as if nature itself is drawn to you. And then, at the bottom, faint yet unmistakable, is a signature. His.

“I see you've found my favorite painting“

[niki-phoria]

i love your zb1 writings but noticed taerae doesnt have one :( would u be able to write learning to play the guitar from him 🙇🏻‍♀️

let me close to you / 나를 살게 해줘

pairing: kim taerae x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 524

notes: glasses taerae my beloved <33, questionable guitar knowledge bc idk how how play, thank you for the request !! i hope you like it :)) not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from project 7 - antidote

“what do you think?” KIM TAERAE asks as he looks up at you over the edge of his glasses. stray strands of messy brown hair frame his face. the curve of his guitar’s body rests against his thigh as he leans backwards against the wall. the final note he had played reverberates throughout your bedroom for a few seconds before it dissipates, leaving you in silence once again. 

“it’s perfect.” you smile softly as you stand from the chair at his desk, moving to sit beside him. taerae welcomes your presence immediately, moving the guitar to the side in favor of coaxing you to lean against his chest. beams of sunlight fill his room. in the light, his otherwise dark eyes shine the colour of honey. you reach up to brush a stray strand of hair away from his face. “just like you.” 

taerae brings a hand up to cover his face as he laughs loudly. his bright smile exposes the dimples on his cheeks. you take the opportunity to lean in, pressing a chaste kiss against his flushed skin. “you flatter me.”

you hum, leaning back against taerae’s chest. gingerly, you run your hand along the neck of the guitar. your fingers dance along the edge, careful not to damage the instrument. “i’ve always wanted to learn to play,” you say quietly. “but i never had the time. or the willpower.”

“here,” he shifts slightly so the guitar is sitting in your lap instead. the polished wood feels cool against your hands; it contrasts against the warmth of taerae’s skin. “put your fingers here,” he says. taerae is gentle as he guides your hands into place. you can’t help the butterflies that immediately begin to swarm throughout your stomach at his touch. the guitar strings feel rough against your fingers. you can feel the coils dig into your skin as you hold them against the wood. “and strum like this.” 

you curl your hand, hesitantly brushing the side of your thumb against the strings. they feel foreign against your skin - rough and unforgiving. behind you, taerae nods. “it feels weird at first. try it again. you’ll get used to it.”

this time, you begin strumming at a more regular pace. as time passes, you find yourself growing accustomed to the action. taerae’s hand finds a place resting against your thigh, occasionally drumming his fingertips against your leg along to the rhythm. 

the soft noise of your guitar playing fills the otherwise silent room, only adding to the tranquility of the moment. “what do you think?” you ask, still following the same rhythm. 

behind you, taerae chuckles. “it’s perfect,” he says. “just like you.” 

you can almost picture taerae’s bright smile as he leans his chin against your shoulder. you continue the gentle strumming, maintaining the rhythm. his arm rests comfortably around his waist as he leans in, pressing a chaste kiss against your cheek. “i love you.” 

you turn, catching taerae’s lips in yet another sweet kiss. his hand moves to cup your cheek, pulling you closer. “i love you, too.” you murmur, the guitar now long forgotten in favor of its owner.

if you liked this fic, please comment, reblog, or leave feedback !! and if you want to support me, check out my zb1 masterlist <33

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hi! I'd like to request number 4 for the summer event with Haitani Rindou from Tokyorev 🪄

The event is such a cute idea I can't wait to read your writing 🙇🏻‍♀️

Hey there. Thank you so much for the request and your kind words. I love the idea of an ice cream date. Seems like a great way to spend a hot day with a hot guy. Please enjoy!

Rindou Haitani x Reader: Strawberry

When Rindou asked you out, you were really shocked.  He was a delinquent, a powerful one at that.  You were just a normal student who didn’t get into trouble.  Truth was, that’s what he liked about you.  The fact that you weren’t scared of him or treated him differently.  You were nice and pretty.  Sadly, he picked the worst day to go on a date.  It was extremely hot.  What made it worse was every restaurant he tried to take you too was jammed packed because everyone was escaping from the heat.  And most ice cream parlors were too.

“It’s okay Rindou,” you told him with the brightest smile, “I know the perfect spot!”  You grabbed Rindou’s hand.  Rindou started to turn as red as a tomato.  But he followed you through the crowded streets of Roppongi.  The further you got away from the main shopping areas the less crowded it became.  He was so focused on trying to play it cool that he didn’t notice you stop in front of an old wooden cart.  “Tad Ah,” you said proudly motioning to the ice cream cart.

“There’s no line,” he dumbly stated, trying to calm down his flustered self.

“Yep!  My dad used to take me here all the time when I was little.  No one usually ventures this far from the main shops, but I think they have the best ice cream in Roppongi!”

“Bold statement.  Let’s test that theory.”  The two of you walked up to the cart owner and ordered.  He got matcha and you got strawberry.

“How do you like strawberry ice cream,” he bluntly asked as the two of you ate.

You paused for a second before turning towards him, “I think it’s nice.  It’s more interesting than plain vanilla but not as sweet as chocolate.  It takes the best of both flavors and combines them, with the extra fruitiness.”

After your little date, he took you back to your dorm.  “Thanks Rindou,” you said smiling, “I had a great time.”  

He smiled back, “I did too.  Wanna go out another time?”

“I’d love that.”

You headed into your room when suddenly you turned around and kissed him gently.  “Bye Rindou,” you said before opening the door and disappearing into your room.  As he walked out of the dorms and back home, he realized something.  You were right.  Strawberry was nice.

Please do not copy, modify, translate or repost my writing on other platforms. Comments, reblogs and likes are highly appreciated!

[fandomfucker]

💳 💥💳💥💳💥💳 Rhea Ripley social media posts / talking bout her girlie in interviews part 2 pleaseeeeeeeee 🥵🙏

I mean, if yall are insisting…🤷‍♀️

For the purposes of this, you're not a wrestler

Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/fandomfucker/745782885181734913/do-you-think-you-could-do-one-for-rhea-were-its?source=share

Also, currently getting my first tattoo as I write this so please ignore any possible grammatical errors

With the ass video going around, you’d repost it with a “😋🍽️” caption and she would immediately repost it with a “🙇🏻‍♀️🍑🍽️” or sum shit to rile up the fans

You don't have a hug social media following yourself, but they do often ask for more content. Specifically outfit of the day(s)

You make Rhea do them with you because she makes you feel more confident and in every video you can see her just staring at you in the mirror the whole time

I've already said Rhea will bully people off the internet for being me to you. But you? Oh my god you’re worse than Rhea is

If one of her co-workers says something even slightly unkind about her in an interview (Becky👀) you will go with Rhea to her next show and find them backstage

You don't even wrestle or fight but Rhea has had to pull you away from multiple people now because you will fight anybody and everybody for her

One of said fights happened to go viral online, no punches were actually thrown as Rhea had dragged you back first though

People online either loved the love between you two as a couple, or wished they had a partner absolutely willing to throw hands will someone over them

Rhea would do your makeup for videos and she'd always do her makeup on you to see what it would look like

She also does voiceovers on your own makeup videos, or a day in the life, or something

The fans always eat it up too cause Rhea's commentary is hilarious

Whenever you're backstage and Rheas going to take photos, she’ll ask you to do the shoot with her so that her fans, and yours, can get sexy pictures of you both to thirst over

Totally not because she loves seeing you both look like that and wants a picture for her lock screen

Rhea started a war of bad facetime screenshots between the two of you on Instagram and you're determined to win

To the point that you have called people to interfere in the background while Rheas at work to get a bad reaction photo out of her

She's too proud to admit it, but it's worked several times

Your tiktok has pretty much become a house reno account

You build all the furniture and shit, make the cool decorations and put them up, paint, do everything yard-eorl related while Rhea picks out what's pretty and the pretty colors

She'll also help you carry heavy stuff around cause she's jacked and you like watching her work but she mainly kinda just like, flounces around

The fans are dying for the two of you to have a show on HGTV together

Which may or may not be in the works

SCARY DOG TREND

It went VIRAL

that's how most mosherz were introduced to you as Rhea’s partner

You started vlogging, though not very often, just so that you could have the permanent memories of all the different experiences between you and Rhea

You only post like once a week but people eat it UP

You have your own merch now

Most of its the two of you but there is a shirt or two thats just one of you

There are mercy plushies of both Barry and Luna that you always have to put up for pre-order cause they sell out in seconds

Clothes for said plushies are in the works

She posts little video clips of you on her story the same way she does her dogs

And it's always the embarrassing ones where you're completely cuddled into her and shit

She got Saints of the Undead (the people who make her leather jackets) to make you a personalized one as well even though you don't wrestle

It's your favorite thing in the world and you wear it more than you should

Like it matches with nothing that you're wearing it with

But, it says “Mami’s” on the back of it so you make sure to wear it especially when you go with her to Raw, Smackdown, any povs, etc so that people know you belong to her

[jeonsupershy]

hello beautiful people, this is kashi here! as 2024 winds down, i want to end the year with gratitude for all the lovely people i’ve met here. this blog reaching 2k followers has me floored—i still can’t believe anyone would follow this chaotic little corner of mine, but i’m so, so grateful you’ve chosen to stay 🙇🏻‍♀️💘

(this blog is actually just an elaborate love letter to him at this point but thank you for letting me scream about him with all of you)

thank you so much for being here and making this platform such a bright and welcoming place. i’ve grown so much as a person and as a content creator on caratblr, and all i can say is thank you 🥺❤️ thank you for supporting me, and thank you for always leaving sweet notes and tags on my creations.

this blog has been my safe haven for a little over a year, bringing me peace and warmth during tough times. thank you for being part of this journey; i truly can’t put into words how much you, the boys, and this blog mean to me.

to my wonderful mutuals: even though i’m a bit awkward when it comes to interactions, please know i cherish each of you deeply 🥺 and to everyone who follows this blog: your reblogs, tags, comments, likes, and asks bring me so much happiness. you light up my days simply by being here 🌻

to those tagged below, please know how grateful i am for your presence on this platform. all of you never fail to brighten my dash, and it’s truly a privilege to have crossed paths with you 🌟 each one of you has inspired me so much, and i’m incredibly thankful to see your beautiful content 💞 i’m really shy and awkward, so i apologize if i’ve never initiated any conversations, but please know my heart holds so much admiration for you and your blog.

last but not least (omg, for a shy person, i’m quite the yapper!), i wish you all a happy holiday season and a wonderful new year! may the coming year bring you endless joy, warmth, and success. thank you for being part of this little corner of the internet 🌟💞

@96z, @97-liners, @baekhyunnybyun, @bei-b, @caspleosvt, @chancheols, @chwedout, @coupsnim, @db2k, @dinogimon, @eoieopda, @etherealyoungk, @facethesuns, @fairyhaos, @hanjlsung, @hongtonie, @jeonghanic, @jeonwon-wonwoo, @jnwonwoos, @kimsmingyu, @kveom, @leedonghun, @master-tonberry, @meowonhao, @minzbins, @powerboo, @scouped, @scoups, @seonghwasblr, @seoksoonwoo, @scoupssolo, @seungkwan-s, @soonhoonsol, @sugurugetos, @sungjinhos, @vcrnons, @wnjunhui, @wonboos, @woneko, @wonwoorideul, @woozification, @zyx

[ho-ii]

If you make charlie reid, jack abbot or any shawn hatosy characters gifs/edits, please tag us in #userhoi. I follow two tags but this one is easier to type. And in exchange, i will tag you back! 🙇🏻‍♀️

I dont go to main tags of the characters because there are like really unhinged stuff in them but i reblog everything that's related to that man when i see on my dash! 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

[suosteacup]

🌸 Open to those who have current/existing selfships in the following fandoms:

Haikyuu

Jujutsu Kaisen

Tokyo Revengers

Obey Me

Blue Lock

Wind Breaker

🌸 Send me via ask your selfship + 1-2 colors (up to two selfships per person—a polyship counts as one selfship btw—so choose wisely). Avoid sending on anon. (Sample moodboards from last event)

Ex: hi kisa~ my selfship is with Sakura Haruka fr wind breaker! I love to make him blush even at the smallest of things + big spoon sakura 🙂↕️ can i ask for a pink and white mb with him pretty please? Thank you and ily 💖

Please note that I may or may not follow through your selfship details while making the moodboards.

🌸 Keep in mind that I’m also human dealing with personal stuff and work and have a life outside Tumblr so please be patient; I’ll answer them all or until my motivation to do them fade away. Also no need to follow me! (Don’t be like that one blog who followed me during my previous moodboard ask game and quietly unfollowed me sometime after I answered their ask 🤦🏻‍♀️ /lh /gen /s)

🌸 The asks will be tagged under ‘#kisa’s selfship moodboard party 🌸’.

Event closed 🙇🏻‍♀️

[scrumptiousstuffs]

as i see, FK doesnt have a lot of fanservice they seem so real and honest about the things they do together i think this is the best thing about them! do you see the same way? or am i just crazy abt them lol

Hello Anon! Welcome to my corner of FK obsession 😂.

To answer your comment - I genuinely do not think our wonderfully, weird co-dependent besties are doing any major fanservice (I mean, they might harped it a little during events/concerts), but their interactions off-screen tells a lot about their relationship.

I can’t put it as eloquently as the talented Sarah @/firstkanaphans (who has ways with words) and it seems she answered some questions/comments already re: FK in the last 24 hrs (so, if you haven’t check it out, please do!). Not surprisingly though, after the wild 24 hrs we have in SomSoms fandom. And who could blame us? - we have Khaotung (plus Joong) looking smoking hot in those suits, followed by FirstKhao sitting on each other lap and now them drunkenly kissing during karaoke?? (Also - this is me bowing to Joong who continues to be our lord and saviour in detailing us FK shenanigans 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️)

But in a nutshell, I agree with what you (and what most of us think) - the boys just genuinely enjoy each other company plus they have found their safe haven. FK themselves admit in an interview their relationship could only be defined as “First-Khaotung” cause even they are aware to some degree the things they do for each other are not most people will do even in a good friendship scenario 😂….I mean, these 2 have GPS activated? on their IPhone so that they are constantly aware of each other location, spoils each other with expensive gifts, sulks if the other don’t show up to any event (First’s graduation ceremony come to mind! - he was so upset and whining to Ciize when Khao pranked him into thinking that he would not make it to the ceremony. I also recalled him playfully sulking and refusing to say Khaotung’s name during a solo event [and instead use variation of “rice” instead] cause Khaotung was asleep and didn’t tune in to his solo event 😂🙂‍↕️ )

Also, I have always thought between these 2 - First is the more expressive and eloquent speaker. You can tell by the way he effortlessly carry out any host duties or events/interviews (while Khaotung usually stares adoringly to his bestie face 🫣 but he is getting better!). Or how about the way First wrote those beautifully penned out what I can only described as love letters to his bestie (during LOLFanfest 2024). Khaotung, on the other hand, he is the epitome of what I will call “action speaks louder than words.” He quietly helped First throughout Safe House season 4 when the latter broke his arm/wrist, and if I recalled, Khaotung helped First ties his shoes during a photoshoot they did together (with the photographer/staff member actually showing a BTS photo of him doing just that) during the same period. It’s not to say Khaotung can’t expressed himself or function without First, but these 2 just sparkle ✨ more brightly when they are together.

And while Sarah rightfully pointed out that during Khaotung’s bday event last year, he kept looking up to see if First is present yet, I will say the same applies with First - during his bday event this year, a Thai fan who went to the event (@/pannjed) said that First checked the door multiple times throughout the event for his bestie’s presence 👇🏽, and you can see his face just lit up when Khao finally showed up

Sorry, I seem to have gone off tangent, but I adore these two boys. I do not know if their relationship is platonic or not, but whatever it is, they are just so so genuine and loving towards each other (and to their fans) that I wish them the very best in life and their career .

I’m going to finish up by putting up 2 of my fav photos of them, cause it sums them up well:

Anyway, our boys may not be as busy or active with events lately, but we are bless to see their beautiful relationship in display! 🧡🤍

25/09/2024

[kenzie-ann27]

GOOSE ARMY RISE

me and my army of ten tumblr followers against the world

[jojorice]

Hai!! I was just scrolling thru tumblr and I saw some of ur ratio x adventurine art and may I say...

OH MY FREAKING GOD!! BOTTOM RATIO?? ARE MY EYES DECEIVING ME?? U MIGHT JUST BE MY FAV ARTIST FROM NOW ON OUT...

Hahahaa, I'm def not freaking out or anything but I truly love your work!! Keep up the amazing work and please remember to take care if yourself!! ^^ (also u just earned urself a new follower XD)

AHHH TYSMMM!!! 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️ glad to have another aventio fan join the ship here heheh and thank you for the high praise!! I’ll keep trying my best ^^ 👍💕

[butterrdream]

Hello, just a heads up for any friends and followers that I am a very busy person outside of this blog, and also have poor health, and chronic health conditions (and am almost always struggling mentally but especially as of late lol /lh)

I do try my best to keep up with everyone but right now it’s a bit harder at the moment. I know this doesn’t need to be said but please don’t be offended if you see me online posting my own things (which I do a lot especially when I’m attempting to cope with my mental health and external stressors lololol) but forgetting to or not interacting with your most recent posts 🙇🏻‍♀️. Please have patience with me and if you have an issue with how I interact with your posts/my infrequency with it please speak to me about it directly instead of sending in an anonymous ask. If you send an anon I won't know who you are and how to properly address this issue.

[nisuna]

NINI 1K Milestone??!?

OOOOMGGG NOOO WAYYY 😭😭😭

As I just recently hit 1k followers, I am thinking about celebrating with compiling a prompt list with quotes, kinks, or scenarios and a list of characters you can pick and choose from 🥳🥳

But first and foremost I want to thank everyone who enjoys my writing and supports me through likes, comments, reblogs it really means so much<3

It hasn't been long since I started writing and I already feel so appreciated and happy 🙏🏻🙇🏻‍♀️ I never thought that I would EVER hit this milestone, but I am incredibly thankful that I did.

I am planning on coming up with the prompts in the next few days. Every input from you guys would be greatly appreciated. Hit me up if you have any quotes, scenarios, or kinks in mind. Be it smut, fluff or angst, don't be shy and please share<3

The series I'm planning on writing for are JJK, Genshin, HSR and Aki from Chainsawman.

I'll specify the rules in the other post, but for now, help me out and share your favourite stuff with me!! You can comment on this post or send an Ask<3

I am open to writing (multiple) male!Character(s) x female!Reader.

Once again, I thank all of you from the bottom of my heart. I hope to see you soon!

(check out my masterlist for more info♡)