#when your Pinterest board makes it to (kinda) reality

[afchimbos]

Love it!!!

Hi, first off I want to say that I love your writing. It always makes me smile 🙃🙃.

As for my request, I was wondering if you could please write about Jamie soft launching your relationship on Insta and starting to bring it up in the press. You haven’t met the boys and they are trying to figure out who it is based on his comments and Insta posts. (I may have a Pinterest board with soft launch ideas so…use the screen shots on my page as u wish).

If you don’t have time to write this then no worries. Have a nice day!!!!!!!!!

🫲😇🫱

I listened to “Not All Those Who Wander,” by Miss Lana the whole time I wrote this. 10/10 recommend

it’s just wanderlust

“You’re gonna want to hold off on touching me,” you say as you haul your bags into the house. “Kid fuckin’ spit all over me today and I didn’t even have time to change.”

Jamie wrinkles his nose and takes a step back. “Ew. Fucking gross, that. Is that why you were late coming home?”

You nod, shucking your shoes by the stairs. “Uh huh. Had to talk to the parents post-session. Do a little debrief thing. Thing is, they swore their little angel would never do something like that and next time I should just give him what he wants. Only problem,” you continue as you wash your hands in the kitchen sink, “is that my entire job is not giving him what he wants when he’s displaying inappropriate behaviors. I love that kid, I really do, but his parents are complete twats.”

Jamie nods agreeably. “Was it like projectile or spray?” 

You grimace. “Both. Kid’s got mean aim, but decided to switch it up to cover more surface area.”

You look over at the table, which is set neatly. “I know dinner’s ready and I’m already late, but I really need a shower. I can feel like three inches of grime on my skin.”

“Don’t worry about it babe,” Jamie says. “Takeaway reheats easy.” He hesitates for a moment. “Did you want to shower alone, or..?”

You laugh. Cheeky fucker. 

“Give me three minutes to scrub really well, and then you’re welcome in. You sure you’re good eating late?”

Jamie grins. “Babe, I-”

“Don’t.” You cut him off, finger pointed at him. “Don’t say it. I know where you’re going, and you don’t need to finish that sentence.”

Jamie opens his mouth again but you’re interrupting before he can get his next sentence out. “And if you’re about to make a pun with the word ‘finish,’ I can guarantee it’s nothing you haven’t said before.”

Jamie looks dejected, but his ego obviously isn’t bruised too much because he’s still is on your heels the whole way up the stairs. 

—

You’re showered and back downstairs, the both of you eating dinner in pajamas like proper adults, if proper adults decided that they were allowed to sit on the counter in Jamie’s kitchen. You’re not saying much, just swapping stories about each other’s day. It’s never a dull moment between his time at Nelson Road and your time at the behavioral clinic. 

“Who do you think sees the grossest shit?” you had asked one time. 

“Oh fuck love, it’s gotta be you,” came Jamie’s response. 

“You sure? Because you have like, gross men and stuff. Half of them don’t even know how to do their own laundry.”

Jamie had laughed. “I’m fucking sure. Yeah they smell nasty and shit but like, they’re traumatized by some of the shit you have to deal with.”

He’s got a point. 

Neither of you have a whole bunch to say though, and anyway it’s nice to be in a house that’s quiet. 

Jamie’s the one to break the silence. “What if we started telling people about us?”

You give him a look so he hurries on. “I know you said you weren’t ready, especially with all the press and everything, but what if we just like soft-launched it? Y’know, take a couple photos without seeing your face.”

You chew your dinner thoughtfully. Is this a good time to start carefully introducing your relationship to the world? You’re indispensable to your company, although they may decide to place a higher value on their anonymity than what you bring to the table. It’s not easy providing behavioral therapy to clients who prefer their children to remain unknown. But at the same time, you can’t keep quiet forever. It’s not fair to Jamie. It’s like you’re saying this is only temporary. I’m keeping it a secret because it won’t last so it’s not worth sharing. It’s not true. Jamie is worth sharing, and you have the tiniest spark of hope that this thing you’ve kept going for the past six months is going to last.

Well, maybe not so much a spark of hope as a sneaking suspicion. The kind you feel as a kid when your parents swear they didn’t get you want you wanted for Christmas, but you have the vaguest sense that they’re lying. You don’t want to hope, because what if you’re wrong, but then again, there’s a part of you that can just feel it. 

You’ve been silent for far too long because Jamie says, “Babe? If you don’t want to, it’s ok,” except you can see in his face it isn’t entirely ok.

“I was just thinking,” you reply. “I think- I think I’m good with it. You know, letting people know you’re off the market. Plus it’ll be fun to take more pictures together, My mum keeps bugging me for more.”

Jamie grins. “Mint. The lads are gonna be so fucking psyched.”

—

Ah yes. The lads. Or as they’re better known, the AFC Richmond team. It hasn’t been easy sneaking around them, especially because Ted seemed to Know. Jamie came home one day all spooked because he swore Ted knew he was dating someone.

“Stared straight into me soul, he did,” he said. “Fuckin’ told me he’s surprised I haven’t found a girl yet.”

“That doesn’t sound suspicious, Jaim,” you reply, to which Jamie shakes his head vehemently. 

“You weren’t there, that’s what he said, but he meant somethin’ else. He fucking knows.”

You’d laughed and told him it was fine, even if Ted did know, you didn’t mind. 

After that encounter, there had been vague rumblings that maybe Jamie did have a girl somewhere, or possibly several girls at one time, which prompted a very serious conversation with Isaac and Sam.

“Jamie, you have said that you have changed. You are acting like a better teammate. And yet, dating more than one girl at a time is just wrong,” Sam told him.

“That shit’s sleazy, bruv,” Isaac said. “You can’t be playing around like that.”

So they had gotten Jamie to admit that no, there weren’t multiple girls, just one girl who he had met at a café of all places because he was cheating on his meal plan and she was trying to finish some assessments for work.

You wanted privacy and of course you knew exactly who he was the moment he walked up to your table and said, “hey,” so yeah, it was never going to be easy.

But the way you had wavered ever so slightly when he asked you to dinner was enough to make him realize that this was going to be something different. Something real. Because if the allure of dating national football star Jamie Tartt wasn’t enough for an automatic yes, you must be looking for something deeper. 

Jamie wasn’t sure he was looking for that, but hell he’d give it a go if it meant he got to kiss those soft lips even one time.

So fuck him, he’d fallen for a pretty face in a café on a fucking Sunday and now he has to go home and tell you that people know you exists. That a little bit of your privacy bubble has burst.

You didn’t really care though. You’d been pondering the ethics of a secret relationship for a good long while, so maybe it was good that his teammates knew you existed. 

That was a month before Jamie broached the subject of the soft-launch, so you think maybe you can ease into this. It’ll be fine.

—

The first picture is relatively easy. Just a regular mirror pic, cropped of course, with Jamie’s arms wrapped around you from behind. It’s easy to tell it’s him because his tattoo sleeve is in full view. The caption reads, “soft launch,” with a heart emoji.

The like count is through the roof.

You like it too, because what notice will your account garner in a sea of Jamie Tartt fans?

The Greyhounds lose their minds a little bit, commenting fire emojis and heart eyes and trying to figure out who could possibly be there with Jamie. He comes home after training that day to tell you that there’s a rather convincing conspiracy that he’s dating this famous model they’re all obsessed with.

You’re flattered they think you look like her. Even if they can only see your arms and torso.

“This is gonna be fun, babe,” you say, standing on tiptoes for a kiss. Jamie grins. Anything to torture his team.

—

The second picture is posted two days later, with the caption, “date night.”

You’re sitting at his dining room table, candles and wine glasses strewn about, and Jamie’s kissing you at an angle where you can really only see your hair.

For fun, you comment, “omg, I wish that were me.” Richard Montlaur responds to it, “omg same,” so you show Jamie. He rolls his eyes. 

“Lad thinks he’s funny, don’t he?” he asks.

You grin. “You’d never leave me for Richard, would you?”

Jamie shrugs. “Dunno babe, he is kind of fit.”

You smack his arm playfully and say, “Fuck off, I’m better looking.”

—

You’re almost caught before the big reveal. You’re on a Coffe date in a small town, miles from Richmond or Manchester or anywhere Jamie could be easily recognized. It’s a sleepy town, mostly old people, which is why you both decided it’d be safe.

You’re sitting at a table with your coffee while Jamie’s up to grab his, when you see someone go up to him and tap his shoulder.

“Jamie? What are you doing here?” Sam asks.

Jamie jumps a little and places to where you’re sitting before he can stop himself. 

“Oh, um, just getting coffee. You know.”

Sam gives him a quizzical look. “Do you know someone here? This isn’t close to home at all. Are you meeting someone?”

Sam glances around the room and Jamie’s grateful that his gaze does not linger extra long on you. 

Jamie decides the best way to answer is to deflect. “Oi, what’re you doing here? It’s not like this place is fucking famous or some shit.”

Sam shrugs. “I like to try a different coffee shop every weekend. Sometimes I bring Dani, but after last time, I think I’ll have to find someone else.”

Jamie risks a glance at you. You’re hiding behind your latte, suppressing a grin. He’s positive you can hear every word they’re saying.

Sam’s voice breaks through his thoughts. “Would you like to sit with me? It looks like there’s only one table left. Unless your mystery girlfriend is here.”

He laughs and Jamie joins in, just a little too loudly, but he can’t think of an excuse to join you at the table so he follows Sam and tries to send you a subtle I’m sorry with his eyes.

You pull out your phone and send him two laughing emojis, then reach into your bag for your book. Might as well get some reading done.

You let Jamie sit for a good half hour before you decide to do something. You put your things back into your bag and walk over to where they’re sitting.

“Hi, um, I’m sorry to bother you, but are you Sam Obisanya? I’m a huge Richmond fan.”

Sam grins at being recognized, while Jamie lets out a small, “Oi!”

“Oh yes, wonderful to meet a fan! I’m just here with my friend.”

You smile and say, “I just wanted to let you know that you played so well last game. I think you’re the best player on the whole team.”

Jamie snorts and Sam says, “Would you like to take a picture? My friend here would be happy to take it for you.”

Score. “That would be awesome!” you reply. “Then I’ll get out of your way. Don’t want to interrupt your coffee.”

—

“Can’t believe you just did that,” Jamie says, shaking his head mournfully another half hour later. “Fucking acting like you didn’t know who I was. Any self-respecting Richmond fan knows who I am.”

You knock into his shoulder lightly as you walk to the car. “Lucky for your ego, I was just acting. And anyway, I’m hilarious. That’s like, my number one quality.”

“Number two,” Jamie interjects, “It’s your number two quality.”

You ask, “Number two? What’s number one??”

Jamie zips his lips. “I ain’t tellin’, babe. Not good for your ego.”

You laugh as he grabs your waist so he can press a kiss to your neck.

—

Posts three and four go off without a hitch. There’s one of his hand on your knee and a timer picture of you twirling under a streetlamp. You both decide that as far as social media goes, this is as much as they’re going to get. But as far as AFC Richmond goes…

“Babe, you left your phone in the car,” you say as you stroll into the locker room casually as ever.

Jamie takes it from your hand and kisses you before he says, “Thanks babe.”

The locker room is silent, frozen. Colin’s body spray slips from his hand and clatters to the floor, and Beard’s just standing and pointing with his mouth open. 

Roy breaks the silence as he growls, “What the fuck?”

“Oh my god,” Sam follows. “You’re the girl from the coffee shop.”

You grin and say, “Guilty.”

Jamie wraps his arm around your waist. “Lads, this is my girl. Babe, these are the lads.”

There’s silence for a moment longer before the room explodes into a flurry of questions. Neither you nor Jamie can get a word in until Beard yells, “QUIET! Don’t be fuckin’ weird!” 

They all mumble, “Sorry coach,” while Jamie whispers, “You can go if you want. I know you’ve got work and shit. I’ll handle them.”

You squeeze his arm gratefully and slip out the door. You know he’ll take care of things.

[deerdoegone]

can you tell us more about your personal life in westport? i am hookedddd on this reality 😭

literally spam me with any questions about westport i am like a local town gossip

WHO EVEN IS THE WESTPORT DOE? me! i'm the westport doe! the westport doe is a stupid name i was given in high school because my obsession with deer is heavy. same pink braces i have in my current reality. aaliyah doe is the deer in the headlights and the fawn you meet while hiking all at once. she had pink paper bag lunches in elementary school because they had a fun polka dot pattern and reused them for her art projects. her mom's cat, morticia, was a kitten when she was eight and they've grown together. she has baby pink rectangular glasses that she sorta kinda not really needs. long sleeves under tight slogan tees. she is her mother’s daughter. has known so-hee her entire life because yejin and jennifer, their mothers, are best friends. lover of wired headphones and dark wash jeans. youtuber fangirl. hater of velvet and girlfriend to silk and satin fabric. sweet and forgiving, clumsy and impulsive. the odd black girl out. westport born and raised, but has a midwestern kindness to her actions and eyes. she and mariah make two halves of one whole idiot. her idol is sewing and her god is decorating. lowkey a lie because she's agnostic. sorta. look, when your crush turns into a vampire, you begin to subconsciously question religion.

she's like a sims 3 character who wasn’t in sims 1 but was in a dlc pack for the sims 2. she, like current reality me, is a former teen pageant princess winner and senior prom queen. westport funfair princess winner. she isn't popular, btw, the girl can just campaign really well. aesthetic curator who has 84 boards across 2 pinterest accounts because in westport's reality, pinterest was scripted in 2006. think of her when you see all things pink and rather pretty. polo tees and denim short shorts. she needs to unlearn tapping her nails against everything. baby pink blackberry curve. newspaper crosswords and sudoku puzzles and playing wordle every morning on her laptop because that was also scripted in 2004.

2009 to 2011 would be a second puberty because of course it is. hopeless bisexual. juicy fruit gum is attached to her identity. sheer silver eyeshadow is everything to her. also she does not use bronzer as dry foundation, she knows how to do makeup properly. facebook addiction because myspace is dying. soul sister to both mabel pines, synclaire james, and season one cassie howard—she's sweet and her smile is infectious. “that’s so juvenile” needs to escape her vocab but also it’s kinda funny. new hampshire feels stuffy? but she loves it here. the cool older sister to nobody, she's the youngest. neverrrr stops wearing hoop earrings. her belly button is pierced, but it got infected so second time was charm. i film and daydream of a life hollywood. boyfriend is a vampire. couples therapy is just sitting in his car and gossiping. if laying in his bed and staring at each other was a movie scene, a mildly melancholic indie instrumental would play over it. never missing how warm he used to be because it never mattered. reassuring him on that. she's not the main character and i would never doom her to that. she's got enough problems and would really just like to focus on finishing her second year of college. emoticon user. supernatural, the sopranos, and house m.d. are all she ever watches. no, wait, she watches jersey shore with mariah, too.

[xoxo-stellea]

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Warnings: drug and alcohol consumption, suggestive language and behavior, mention of suicidal thoughts (jokes), suggestive clothing

The second part of my Chris Sturniolo x fem!reader series

Pinterest board inspired by this series

Your back hits the soft mattress and just a second later Chris was on top of you, straddling your hips with his.

He peels off his white shirt and lets it fall to the floor without a second thought. His eyes darken as he leans over you again, fingers grazing the hem of your dress.

It’s already hiked up a bit, but he takes his time, slowly sliding it over your head, revealing your black lace bra and thong, a sight that makes his breath hitch.

Chris tilts your head gently to the side, his fingers threading through your hair as his lips find the sensitive curve of your neck. He kisses you slowly there, with just enough pressure to make your breath catch, his mouth warm and teasing against your skin.

A soft gasp escapes you as his teeth graze just beneath your jaw. Your eyes flutter open, dazed, and drift toward the large window beside the bed. The city stretches out before you- New York glowing in the night like a sea of stars, skyscrapers lit up against the dark sky.

For a moment, it feels surreal- being here, tangled up with him, the world outside so vast and alive, while everything in this room feels impossibly intimate and still.

And what feels like a second later you and him lay in your bed breathing heavy and intense. All of it feels more like a dream then reality. He turns his head to look at you.

“We should not make this awkward. Pretty sure we���ve got a PR shoot together tomorrow.”

“Yeah? Sounds like a you problem.”

“Damn, alright. So you’re just gonna pretend this didn’t happen?”

“Obviously. I’m great at acting. Don’t start catching feelings and making shit weird. And besides we don’t even know each other so don’t even start about thinking that this is gonna end as some kinda shitty romance”

“Wow. Cold as fuck.”

“Don’t get soft now. You knew what this was.”

“Yeah? I did? Like you said we don’t even know each other so I did not know what I was getting into.”

He smirks provocatively.

„Stop that bitch shit and keep your shit together tomorrow and don’t look at me like a lost puppy.”

“You’re brutal.”

“And you’re kinda slow. Step it up, babe.”

“You always this bitchy?”

“Only when someone needs to be put in their place.”

“Oh, I can handle you.”

“That’s cute. Now shut the fuck up and get your ass out of my room.”

He smirks one more time before getting out of the bed and picking up his clothes and putting them on, well at least some of them. All while yo sit in bed and grin.

Right as he leaves the room Tara barges through the door basically slamming it into his face.

„Oh shittt-“

She giggles, obviously a little drunk watching him push past her trying not to look at her while also trying not to walk right into her.

As you see her walking in you quickly cover yourself up with a blanket.

„Tara could you-“

You say while giggling but also trying to shield yourself from her gaze. She sits down on her bed and turns away so you can at least put your shirt back on.

After that being done you sigh and lean against the headboard and throw your head back. After a second you slowly turn your head to face her.

She looks backs at you and raises an eyebrow.

„So…? How was he?“

She grins while asking.

You press your lips together trying not to smirk too much.

„How do I say that… like he was umm you know- big“

She bursts out laughing while taking off some of her left over accessorys. She fights with one of her earrings as she says;

„Girl give me a strap and I can give you that too. I wanna know what he’s good at“

You try to suppress the girl that starts to form on your face as she says that.

„I know you could give me that too but I mean he hand a good finger technique“

You give her a half jokingly and half serious approving look before getting up and into the bathroom and taking your make up off.

As you look into the mirror you can see your smeared mascara and lipstick that’s all over your face. And after inspecting yourself a little more you find some hickeys on your neck and collar bone.

„Ohhh he had a good finger technique“

Tara exclaims while still giggling.

After taking off even the last bit of make up you go back to you bed and lay down looking at Tara doing the same.

„Good night“

You say before turning away from her closing your eyes.

„Good night“

She turns off the light and lays down too and waits a few minutes before speaking up again.

„Hope you used a condom who knows where that dick has been“

„TARA“

You turn only your head around to look at her but after seeing the stupid grin on her face you turn around again.

„We didn’t tho-“

You confess.

„Hope you didn’t got an std from his pretty face“

„Sleep Girl please“

You close your eyes as she finally shuts up and after a few minutes of thinking about what just happened you fall asleep, tired from…everything.

It’s the next morning and your eyes flutter open as you head the sound of Tara humming some fuck ass melody.

You look to your right side onto the alarm clock.

8 a.m

„Fuckkkk my head-“

You groan as the headache starts to hit.

„Oh good morning beautiful princess“

Tara says, turning her head towards you as she applies some concealer under her eyes to conver up some of her dark circles.

„Breakfast is starts in less then half an hour why the fuck didn’t you wake me up“

You ask her while getting up and pacing around the room trying to find some clothes. Finally you take a grey hoodie and some grey sweatpants and putting both of these things on.

…

About half an hour later you and Tara sit down at a table where Jake and Johnnie already sit and eat.

„Oh look who finally made it“

Jake says, raising his brows in exaggerated surprise.

„We had to get ready okay, not my fault that Miss ‘he got a good finger technique can’t hurry the fuck up“

„Oh he has a good finger technique?“

Jake asks while grinning and shoving a piece of pancake into his mouth.

„Get that rope ready you fucking dumbass“

You say while trying to hide the grin on your face by covering your face as good as possible with your hands. After taking a deep breath and looking at Tara you finally speak up again.

„Yeah maybe he has a good technique I’m certainly sure none of you bitches got that“

Your words earn you a few shut ups but after a few minutes the conversation shifts to what happened at the club yesterday after you left.

Just as Johnnie is telling you that he met some chick named Grace yesterday your attention shits somewhere else…, on the table across the room from yours.

And as Johnnie’s voice fades into the background you lock eyes with Chris.

He locks his eyes onto yours with a gaze so intense it steals the air from your lungs, and when he blinks- slow, deliberate, like he’s savoring the moment.

It sends a shiver down your spine, making you feel like you’re the only thing in the world he’s focused on.

It feels like 20 minutes had passed but in reality it was just about a second before you felt Tara’s shoe against your leg as she kicked you.

„Girl are you trying to undress him with your eyes? Cus if so make I’d try to make it a little less obvious“

She says in a sharp but entertained tone.

„So we got this foto shoot today and we gotta go ready and prepare and get to the location“

Jake says after a few minutes of silence.

„Yeah umm so we thought that maybe we four could drive together cus I mean idk why not“

Johnnie adds.

„Yeah that’s cool we don’t need long just an hour or so then we’ll meet you guys at the lobby“

You say before getting up and walking upstairs to your room with Tara…

A/N// guysss the end is a bit rushed but school starts tomorrow so idk when I’ll be posting again but I’ll try my best to be active x ☘︎

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[autumngremlin]

Medias I've used the most with my shifting journey (in a /pos way):

Tiktok: Accounts that have script templates is a MASSIVE timesaver if you don't know what reality you want to shift to (plus you can just delete stuff you dont wanna use) or too lazy to make your own. I've seen a variety between popular scripts to lesser known ones and even completely blank ones with just themes! I've also discovered GoodNotes through shifttok (which does have a paid subscription if you want to do more than 3 scripts, but if you like to have a digital bullet journal/scrapbook feel, it wouldn't hurt to try out/pos) along with how other people script which was interesting to me! The biggest puller for me personally is the art people make for/of their DRs as someone that does it themselves (and it gives me an excuse to gush over the person's art as a whole!)

Tumblr: Before I got back into shifting, I used to thread through the various tags for pngs/icons, banners and headers for my grimoire and my digital planner for college (and admire art and aesthetic stuff, along with info for said grimoire but that's unrelated). I even had to start a sideblog so I dont lose track of stuff I wanna use eventually. Tumblr also allows me to stay connected to my DRs by indulging in fics, fanart, headcanons, and other things that could trigger inspiration for a scenario (or an unintended memory/blip)

Amino: Yeahh I know it's not a lotta people's cup of tea. It takes some digging around to find some potentially useful stuff and if the community has a masterlist for it, there's divination shops/teams and free pick-a-pile readings! Some even submit script templates that you can copy+paste. I kinda just lurk around, do the daily check-in and keep track of angel numbers I've seen the day before for my spiritual journey but thats just me being me lmao

Pinterest: My other visual savior for scripting! I almost have a board for every reality I have a script for visualizing and refs for when I want to connect through making art. I know I can just download the images and add them to my actual script, but finding the stuff as is is enough work for me and I don't wanna spend more time scripting than I actually need to (and it makes sense for my adhd brain)

Notion: What I originally used for academics now houses a digital grimoire and a script hub. I don't remember what pulled me in to using it since I first started in 2019. I just became more obsessed the more I found out about how people set theirs up and make the layout as minimalist or maximalist as they wanted. I will say there are some limitations between using Notion on a phone vs. a computer or tablet along with the occasional hiccup, but overall it works effectively for me that makes it organized and pleasing to the eye

Etsy: Yep.. a place to shop. I used to splurge a ton on readings on there early in my journey (I still do every now and then now that I found some personal favorite shops) but you can also connect to your DRs without it being specifically shifting-related, like candles or wax melts— even a pin or keychain that reminds you of it somehow.

[createwithintent]

My fav manifesting methods

For the girlies who enjoy variation in their manifestation process

Scripting

Supplies: pen, paper (pref a notebook or js ur notes app)

Scripting is basically when you write out your manifestations in the past tense, e.g.: "I recently went shopping with my mom" or "my dad recently gave me 100 € to go shopping!" While also trying to describe how you feel in that described moment. So it'd be something like "I'm so happy, today I went to the beach with my friends, we went thrifting, picked shells and got ice cream together, I am so grateful to spend time with them."

An important sidenote is to be grateful, seeing that gratitude is an important aspect of manifestation (at least it is in my manifestation process) because the universe can't deny a grateful person. (in my personal belief)

And to expand on this, here's a method I've been using these past days (I dont know where I got this idea from though)

Writing letters

Another cool method is to write texts/letters in your SP's name or to get a specific desire.

For example: Dear Elle (my name) we of so and so are glad to let you know that you have been admitted to our [desire]!

And you can vary on this! Say I want someone to apologise to me, I can just write something out in my notes or a physical sheet of paper and either get rid of it (or keep it, you do you!) And boom! You just manifested your desire!!

Pretending to be a narrator in a story

This method basically entails that you pretend to be e.g. an all-knowing narrator of a story that draws out a scene of a character(s) and adds a description. (Like the one from Eah!)

(Maybe add a twist and pretend to be a sassy side character in an early 2000s TV show that just saw the two MCs kiss and is ab to spread rumors— just get creative.)

So it's pretty much a fanfic on crack except it actually comes to life because we're all master manifesters ✨️

Oh and if you can't draw just manifest that you can draw‐

And if you don't wanna put too much effort into this, just draw stick men or items to represent your desires/specific people :P

This also relates to scripting

Vision boards

Supplies: use either Pinterest or an in-person scrapbook with magazine cutouts and drawings

I feel like this mostly speaks for itself, after all: an image says more than a thousand words.

Seeing your desire in an image can help your brain kinda 'target' your desire.

Your brain doesn't know the difference between reality and imagination so essentially you're gaslighting yourself into a specific idea/mindset/etc.

Also here's an example of one of my personal vision boards which i used to manifest all As for my finals last year.

Simonesquared and Fernanda Ramirez both have amazing videos and explanations on these topics, i suggest watching them to get a better idea on making vision boards. (Tho i might just make a masterlist with different links/explanations/deets sometime!)

Subliminals/affirmation tapes

Supplies:earbuds/headphones (optional), any device

If you've been in this community for long enough I'm sure you know what they are and if not here's a brief explanation.

Then there are affirmation tapes, these are the same as subliminal except the affirmations are meant to be heard to be get picked up by your conscious mind as well.

If you haven't used any before, here are some subliminal creators that put out amazing content and deserve each snd every ounce of support!

Slade (all pronouns) they practice Indian folk and also make subs that are shifting-related (for my shifters out there), though their subs don't contain any witchcraft unless specifically mentioned.

Moza morph is a medical student who makes subs, the benefits of her subliminals are thought out very well and quite descriptive. She makes great content regarding manifestation and the workings of subliminals too.

Baejin cafe and mii! both make a wide variety of subliminals but their school and grade related subliminals are popular for very good reasons!

Guided meditations

Supplies: a device, earbuds/headphones (I recommend using these for a better immersive experience)

A brief explanation on meditation can be found here.

Even though i dont use this method as often, i notice that it helps my focus and gives me clarity therefore I highly suggest it to others new in the game.

Here are some favs (YouTube links)

Guided meditation for meeting your future self

Guided meditation for self love

Also this one by Joe dispenza just because he's the goat

Visualization

Supplies: just you and your brain

I consider this by far the easiest manifestation method since you can do it literally anywhere.

It's pretty much just daydreaming about your desires, and if you're particularly into it you can listen to some music with lyrics that is aligned with your goals. (For example: I listen to Lucky girl by Carlina to enhance my lucky girl syndrome while daydreaming)

And it doesn't necessarily have to be based on your sight, if you can delusion yourself into hearing your SP's heartbeat, or condition yourself into smelling your fav flowers in the living room, then you're good!

(Sometimes when I'm watching a TV show that's one of my DRs I also visualize my highest self randomly chiming in or saying or doing something I'd say)

That's all for today!

And remember

If you have it in your imagination, it's already yours.

Stay educated and hot

With love

Elle 🤍

[propaegonda]

My weird shifting experience : i shifted in a lucid dream ?

Hey everyone! I'm new to both Tumblr and reality shifting, but I figured I’d share something strange that happened to me last night—because I genuinely don’t know what to make of it.

So quick background: I’m not deep into shifting (yet), and I haven’t really taken it that seriously so far. I’ve done a few casual attempts, but honestly, I just really enjoy the whole vibe of it. Making scripts, creating Pinterest boards, journaling, meditating... it’s all part of the journey, and it makes me happy in its own way. Results would be amazing, sure—but the process is half the fun.

Anyway. In my previous attempts, the most I’ve ever experienced are what people usually call “symptoms” (even though ppl say there is no such official thing). For me, it's mostly floating sensations or that weird heavy-head feeling, like your body is dozing off while your mind stays awake. Nothing wild, nothing dramatic.

But last night was... different.

I went to bed around 3 a.m. (finals season is brutal), and I was so stressed it took me forever to fall asleep. When I finally did, I slipped into a lucid dream—which isn’t totally new for me, I tend to lucid dream more often than average. The dream itself was the usual kind of chaos: random events that kinda-sorta made sense but also didn’t. You know how it is.

Then suddenly, I was in a room. Just—boom—I was there. No idea how I got there, it felt like I teleported or something. There was a mirror in front of me. I looked into it, and that’s when things got weird. I started to feel like I was falling asleep again inside the dream. My body felt floaty, my head heavy—same as before. But I was still lucid dreaming.

And for some reason, I just knew. I had this intense feeling like, “Wait... this is it. I’m shifting. It’s actually happening.”

Then I opened my eyes and I was flying. Like, literally soaring through the air.

Quick note: my desired reality is in the House of the Dragon universe, it’s silly but it’s my hyperfixation right now and I love it.

The thing is… I’m not 100% sure that’s where I ended up. I don’t think it was, but it was definitely medieval-ish. I was flying above a group of girls in what looked like old-timey dresses—they were giggling, and there was even a horse casually strolling by. And it all felt way too real. Like not just vivid, but physically real. I could feel the wind on my face and the sensation of my body gliding through the air.

It only lasted a few seconds, though. I panicked, and next thing I know, I was “awake” again—but still in the lucid dream. Not in my CR, not in real life. Just... some weird in-between state. And after that? Total blank. I must’ve kept dreaming, but I can’t remember anything else.

So now I’m here, wondering: did I actually shift for a moment? Was it just a really intense lucid dream-within-a-dream type of thing? Is that even a thing??

I’ve seen people talk about lucid dreaming methods where you make yourself lucid dream, open a portal or something, and shift through that—but I’ve never really followed any methods myself. I just vibe with affirmations, subliminals I like, and go with the flow.

Anyway, no idea if anyone will read this, but it feels nice to just put it out there. Whatever that was, it was definitely the wildest experience I’ve had on this journey so far. It was weird, exciting, a little freaky—but kinda magical too.

My shifting journey is far from over, and honestly, I’m looking forward to whatever comes next. As long as I’m enjoying the ride, that’s what really matters.

[antishifter-shifting]

i actually think youre super cool and youre getting way too much hate for what you're doing. there's no way everyone who shifts now or believes in shifting just heard about it once and automatically went oh alright this sounds legit i believe in it 100%. i didnt believe in shifting until like a month or two ago, and even still sometimes im like wtf how can this be real 😭😭

i really respect you and what you're doing. there's nothing wrong with being skeptical. i mean, when i first heard about the idea of shifting i was genuinely like how could anyone believe this at all?? it made no sense to me. but ive heard a lot of stories and looked into it a lot myself and decided its worth trying at least. i mean even if it isnt real and even if i dont end up going to whatever reality i want, it was still a fun experience to script and come up with this person in my head that i could be and all that.

what made a difference to me was coming to tumblr instead of tiktok. i think a lot of shiftok is fake stories and people making shit up for the likes and views. but tumblr is very anti-shiftok and it helped me realize, oh, this feels more like a thing that's real and can happen rather than a fandom or something.

ive scripted a few realities and tried shifting, but so far i havent. im still very new to it so im honestly in a similar situation to you. theres a lot of moments where im like well it didnt work but why am i surprised bc why would it work it makes no sense!! but i try anyway because its fun to make playlists and pinterest boards and script my backstory and friendships and everything, and it doesnt hurt to try.

i guess thats my long-winded way of saying that you are a lot braver than i am for being open about your opinions, especially because the shifting community can be VERY defensive and will attack anyone who doesnt think it's real and also will guilt trip people for doubting because "if you arent 1000% certain then you wont shift!!" or whatever. so keep doing what youre doing, dont let people shit on you because youre super cool.

I just woke up and am about to pass out again but like, this is such a surprising ask 😭⁉️ I cleared the inbox both to give a fresh start after and just because almost all of it was petty calling insults and guesses and jabs about how I'm probably fat and unemployed just for this blog existing (I'll go on the record to say I'm not really here that often anyways, I'll just come on and answer a chunk of inbox then go back to normal routine)

But to be fair I do kinda guess my original approach came off too aggressively rude even though it genuinely was not my intention

[riverreignwrites]

Introductions and Other Disasters

Zatanna Zatara x female oc Requested? yes/no Warnings: Demons? Witches? Intended reader: Male Reader/Female reader Parts: One

🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🧙🏽‍♀️🪄💜🖤🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

Zatanna was regretting everything.

Well, not everything. Just this specific moment where she stood in the Watchtower briefing room with a very relaxed, very witchy, very sexy Amethyst by her side—while the entirety of the Team and half the Justice League stared at them like they were trying to determine whether this was a diplomatic introduction or a formal warning.

“Everyone,” Zatanna said slowly, hands slightly raised like a cop defusing a bomb, “this is my girlfriend, Amethyst.”

Amethyst gave a cute little wave and a cheerful, “Hiya!”

Zatanna pressed on before anyone could ask questions. “She’s a witch. She’s not a villain. I think.”

“You think?” Artemis asked flatly.

“In my defense,” Zatanna said, gesturing to her girlfriend, “the clothes and hell spawns kinda distracted me from that part.... for an entire year.”

To be fair, Amethyst did look like a witch Pinterest board had been summoned into reality and given legs. She wore a high-slit skirt made of shadowy fabric that shimmered like a nebula, combat boots with tiny charms clinking around the ankles, and a cropped, laced corset with silver embroidery that may or may not have been enchanted runes. Her hair had streaks of violet, and one of her eyes gleamed unnaturally in the light. And to top it all off, her earrings were tiny potion bottles.

Batman blinked once.

Nightwing made a face that clearly said, you lucky, chaotic woman.

Amethyst smiled wider. “I brought cookies.”

That somehow made things worse. The cookies were shaped like little demons with smiling faces. One of them bit a piece of itself off in solidarity. Superboy gently pushed the plate away.

"Can we get back to that 'hellspawns' part though?" Kid flash said, clearly concerned about literal demons following this new, potentially dangerous woman.

“I’ve named most of the tiny hellspawns that follow me around,” Amethyst said, like that was supposed to help Wally's fear. “There’s Nebbin. Marmalade. Muffin. Ivy. Trinket—he guards the bathroom sometimes. If you hear giggling from your shadow, it’s probably Ploop. He likes new people.”

Wally checked his shadow almost immediately.

“Ploop?” M’gann asked, voice caught somewhere between charmed and deeply concerned.

“He's a delight!” Amethyst said brightly. “Just don’t feed him licorice. It makes him scream.”

“She’s great,” Zatanna said, patting Amethyst’s hand lovingly. “She once raised a corpse to ask it where it left its wallet, then reburied it with a snack. Polite necromancy.”

“Extremely polite,” Amethyst agreed. “He’d lost it behind the couch, by the way.”

“Zee,” Nightwing said slowly, “are we gonna have to fight her someday?”

“Only if you threaten her plants,” Zatanna replied, dead serious.

“Or if any of you summon something irresponsibly,” Amethyst added. “Which, given the number of reckless magic artifacts you people lose, is honestly… a when, not an if.”

Raven, who had been watching silently, nodded. She muttered something about how Amethyst was 'chaos incarnate' and Zatanna swore she heard Raven say 'i like her.'

Amethyst turned to Zatanna, taking her hand. “So. Did I pass the vibe check?”

Zatanna looked at her glowing girlfriend, at the stunned Justice League, the deeply intrigued Team, and the small cookie still twitching on the plate. She sighed.

“You passed something, babe. Definitely something.”

🧙🏽‍♀️🪄💜🖤

[amaltas-jewels]

Lab-Grown Engagement Rings Go Viral: TikTok’s Favorite Designs for Modern Couples

The Ring Is Just the Beginning

Let’s be real: in 2025, engagements aren’t just about rings—they’re about stories. And where are those stories being told? TikTok. Instagram. Pinterest boards filled with dreamy aesthetics and behind-the-scenes moments. The ring? It's still the centerpiece, sure—but it's also a character in a larger love story that needs to feel authentic, fresh, and yes, very you.

So it’s no surprise that lab-grown diamond engagement rings—once whispered about as the “cheaper alternative”—are now proudly flashing their brilliance on millions of fingertips... and on millions of phone screens.

But what’s really driving this shift? Let’s break it down, without the fluff.

Not Your Grandma’s Diamond (And That’s a Good Thing)

Here’s the thing: lab-grown diamonds aren’t knockoffs or synthetic fakes. They’re real diamonds. Like, chemically and optically identical to mined ones. Grown in high-tech labs using extreme pressure and heat (or a bit of plasma magic), they’ve got all the sparkle—minus the social and environmental baggage.

Honestly, the only difference? One took a billion years and a shovel. The other? Science and smarts.

And Gen Z is here for it.

This is a generation that asks, “Where did this come from?” before adding anything to their cart. When it comes to buying lab-grown diamonds, the appeal isn’t just about the lower price point (though, let’s be real, that doesn’t hurt). It’s about transparency, traceability, and... TikTok trends. Which brings us to the fun part.

TikTok Trends That Are Changing the Ring Game

You know that moment when someone opens a ring box on screen, the camera pans in slo-mo, and a perfect, glowy gem catches the sunlight just right? That’s not a mined diamond anymore.

From proposal reveals to wedding hacks, TikTok has become the ultimate ring inspo rabbit hole. And lab diamond rings? They're showing up in every flavor—minimalist, maximalist, vintage, avant-garde, you name it.

Here are some styles that are getting all the likes and “where did you get that?” DMs:

💍 1. Oval Solitaires with Skinny Bands

Simple, sleek, and endlessly scroll-worthy. Oval cuts elongate the finger, catch light like crazy, and pair perfectly with that ‘clean girl’ aesthetic.

💍 2. East-West Settings

Instead of the diamond sitting upright, it’s flipped sideways. Subtle? Yes. But that twist makes it feel edgy and custom without screaming for attention.

💍 3. Toi et Moi (You and Me) Rings

Two stones—often mismatched cuts—nestled side by side. It’s romantic, artsy, and full of symbolism. You know, just like your relationship.

💍 4. Hidden Halos

From the top, it’s classic. But tilt your hand? Surprise! A halo of tiny diamonds circles the base of the center stone. It’s like lingerie for your ring—nobody sees it but you, and that’s kinda the point.

💍 5. Lab-Grown Fancy Colors

Champagne, soft pink, icy blue—TikTok is loving nontraditional hues. They’re rare, but lab-grown tech makes them (relatively) affordable. And totally unique.

The Real Flex? Saying You Bought It Ethically

We’ve all seen the memes about Millennials “killing” industries and Gen Z “reviving” them with ethics and creativity. Diamonds are the latest to get the reboot.

Let’s be honest: traditional mining has a... complicated past. Labor issues, environmental destruction, murky supply chains. It’s not exactly the fairy tale most couples want to start their marriage with.

Lab-grown diamonds turn that narrative on its head. They’re traceable. They use less water and energy. Some companies even run on 100% renewable energy. So when you buy lab grown diamonds online, you’re not just getting a ring—you’re making a low-impact promise.

And in a world where people care as much about how something is made as what it looks like, that matters.

Let’s Talk Numbers (Because Love Has a Budget)

Alright, back to reality: most couples are dealing with rising costs everywhere—from rent to wedding venues. Shelling out ₹5–10 lakhs for a rock just... doesn’t make sense anymore.

Lab-grown diamond rings offer serious sparkle for 30–60% less than mined ones. That’s not a small thing. It means you can go bigger on the cut, custom design your setting, or—wild idea—put that money toward a honeymoon in Iceland, not interest payments.

And with brands like Carat & Kin offering fully certified stones (IGI, SGL, the whole shebang), you don’t have to worry about quality. You’re just skipping the middlemen and markup.

A Tangent on Online Shopping (Because We’ve All Been There)

Now, buying lab grown diamonds online used to feel risky. Like, “Will I get a plastic crystal in a velvet box?” risky. But the landscape has changed.

Today, online-first jewelry brands are leading the way in transparency and trust. Real-time customer support, 3D renders, lifetime warranties, even AR filters to try rings on from your phone—this isn’t your average e-comm checkout.

Plus, let’s face it: no mall jewelry store is gonna let you scroll, zoom, compare cuts, and Google “is radiant better than emerald” for 3 hours. Online? Go wild.

Wait—But Will It Last?

Short answer: yes.

Lab-grown diamonds are just as durable as mined ones. They’re rated 10 on the Mohs hardness scale, meaning they’ll handle years of dishwashing, gym sessions, and gesturing dramatically over brunch.

The only thing that won’t last? The stigma.

Even celebrities—Emma Watson, Meghan Markle, Zendaya—have been spotted with lab-grown bling. That’s not a coincidence. It’s a culture shift.

What’s the Catch?

Honestly, not many. If you’re planning to resell your ring someday (not romantic, but practical), resale values for lab-grown diamonds can be lower than mined ones. But here’s the twist: so are mined diamond resales. The minute you leave the store, that “investment” depreciates—lab-grown or not.

So maybe the real value is in buying something that actually reflects your values. Not your grandmother’s expectations. Not a jeweler’s upsell.

How to Buy Lab Grown Diamonds Without Losing Your Mind

Let me save you a few hours of clicking around:

Stick with certified sellers: Look for IGI or SGL certifications.

Get clarity on clarity: VS1 or better is a sweet spot—eye-clean without inflating the price.

Size isn't everything: A well-cut 1.2 ct will outshine a dull 2 ct any day.

Don’t sleep on custom: Many brands (ahem, Carat & Kin) offer bespoke rings at no extra charge.

Read the vibe: You’re not just buying a ring—you’re trusting a brand. Look for honest storytelling, strong reviews, and people who actually care about your experience.

Final Thought: It’s About More Than the Ring

At the end of the day—wait, scratch that. In this moment we’re living in, modern love is about conscious choices. Lab-grown diamond engagement rings aren’t just a trend on TikTok; they’re a cultural moment. A shift in what we value, how we buy, and what we celebrate.

Because sure, the sparkle matters. But the story behind it? That’s what people remember.

And if your forever starts with a stone grown with intention, wrapped in meaning, and captured in a 15-second reel with a vibey Lana Del Rey track playing in the background—well, we’d call that pretty perfect.Looking for the perfect lab diamond ring?Shop ethically. Buy smart. Sparkle hard. → Buy Lab Grown Diamonds Online with Carat & Kin

[neowinestainedress]

GLIMPSE OF US ― SERIES

— One day you think you have everything under control, a job, the love of your life, your passions, and your friends, then one day you realize that not everything that shines it’s gold. Fresh out of college and pushed harshly into the real world trying to survive, it’s not easy to deal with life. And between ups and downs, it gets even hard to get a glimpse of the people we know best and love the most. But life’s unpredictable, and after all, it’s a journey made to make new connections and truly discover yourself, and realize that time changes people but that doesn’t mean you have to let them go. Everything will find the place where it belongs.

PAIRINGS: haechan x oc, jaemin x oc, haechan x ex girlfriend!oc, jaemin x haechan's ex girlfriend!oc

GENRE: childhood best friends to lovers, strangers to lovers, exes to lovers, lovers to exes, non-idol au, love triangle (but not really, is more complicated than that), fluff, angst, smut | requested (be careful reading these asks [n2 and n3] bc a lot of things were discussed and might be spoilers!!!)

STATUS: 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃

PLAYLIST: glimpse of us

MOODBOARDS: the characters | the relationships (will be out when the series is done to avoid spoilers) | pinterest board (the couples' sections contain spoilers)

TAGLIST: comment to be added | general taglist: @froggyforyoongi, @wingsss45, @tddyhyck

CHAPTER ONE ― GENRE: fluff ― SUMMARY: after a year of drying tears, and three of dating, haechan’s ex-girlfriend comes back in their life and hyejin’s biggest fears start growing again. But everything is fine because hyejin and haechan fit right into each other palm. ― WARNINGS: none ― WC: 4k

CHAPTER TWO ― GENRE: fluff, smut ― SUMMARY: jaemin arrives in korea, and he and hyejin immediately get along. But while he tries to settle in, new doubts creep into his mind, keeping him hooked on her relationship with haechan more than he should. ― WARNINGS: smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex ― WC: +5k

CHAPTER THREE ― GENRE: fluff, slight angst ― SUMMARY: feelings that shouldn’t exist surface after jaemin proposes to do something with hyejin after haechan declined, and things start to get complicated. ― WARNINGS: none ― WC: +5k

CHAPTER FOUR ― GENRE: fluff, slight angst ― SUMMARY: heartfelt conversations are shared, and hyejin can only push her fears away for so long before they jump back at her, making her question if the choices made until now are the right ones. The problem is the new choices might lead down a treacherous path. ― WARNINGS: verbal fight ― WC: +5k

CHAPTER FIVE ― GENRE: fluff, slight angst ― SUMMARY: it’s time to face reality, no matter how painful it is, but hyejin is not sure she is ready for it. ― WARNINGS: none ― WC: 4k

CHAPTER SIX ― GENRE: angst, smut, fluff ― SUMMARY: everything falls apart and putting back the pieces to start brand new is harder than expected. but it’s time to move on and address feelings that have been hiding for too long, but most importantly, try to not mess up another time. ― WARNINGS: angst, smut, alcohol consumption, fing*ring, sq*irting, unprotected s*x, dirty talk, oral s*x, switchy/subby hyuck (no dom/sub dynamics tho), hair pulling, kinda hate s*x (there are unresolved feelings coming out), fingers sucking, handj*b ― WC: +19k

CHAPTER SEVEN ― GENRE: smut, fluff, light angst ― SUMMARY: eventually, everything finds the place where it belongs. ― WARNINGS: smut, public s*x, fingering, h*ndjob, unprotected s*x, oral s*x (f receiving) ― WC: +13k

BONUS

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[arhvste]

❝ kuroo tetsurō - wedding hcs ❞

tetsu week masterlist

-> nothing over the top

-> you guys agreed upon a modest wedding with the relevant family and friends invited

-> by that i mean you guys don’t bother with inviting far extended family and friends of friends because you guys shouldn’t have to waste your budget feeding people y’all rarely talk to

-> also kuroo doesn’t like his 3rd cousin so he just didn’t invite the whole extended tree

-> it’s a pretty traditional wedding like y’all really don’t add any unecessary features to it

-> like 3 water fountains at the front of the entrance might look nice but there’s a good chance someone bokuto will end up in it somehow so it got scratched off the list

-> anywho

-> your wedding is immaculate because your mans considered everything down to a t

-> of course he took on board everything you said you wanted to include

-> he’s heavily involved in the planning and has pinterest downloaded on his phone too

-> making a romantic playlist for your s/o? nah

-> making a pinterest board for your s/o 😎

-> lowkey y’all get followers on pinterest just because your board is ugh chefs kiss

-> so you guys have a spring wedding because it’s not too hot or too cold

-> also the weather is good enough to hold plthe ceremony outside

-> you know who actually helps you find a good venue?

-> akaashi

-> the mans in the shoujo manga dept he’s gonna know what a good wedding scene looks like

-> so he recommends this pretty place by a river and temple in the distance

-> thank you akaashi, very helpful 😼

-> seeing as the place you guys hold the ceremony is already quite natural and has a nice colour palette to it, you guys don’t go overboard with flowers

-> of course you’ll have some white flowers and soft tones of any other colour flowers you think suit

-> kuroo insists on using your fav flower as the most dominant one

-> in reality he’s just trying to show off to you the fact that even after all these years, he still knows your fav things like flowers off by heart

-> ceo of simps 🤩

-> no it’s actually very cute he remembers and insists upon the small detail being included

-> overall though your decorations are really pretty?

-> like they’re not too in your face they’re just very delicate and dainty 😼

-> as for food, i’m gonna leave that for you guys to imagine because idk if y’all have allergies or religious rules you have to follow etc

-> but just know kuroo’s having the menu made exactly how you want it

-> as long as there’s some form of mackerel on there

-> so back onto your actual wedding day

-> kuroo is NERVOUS

-> he’s marrying the love of his life !!!

-> and he will cry 😜

-> he has no idea what you look like but he’s gonna cry because you’re going to look ethereal

-> okay i know everyone hcs that he would wear some red suit or something

-> but he’s wearing a black and white formal one,, i said what i said 😌

-> and this is purely because this means it can’t clash with your own colour scheme

-> what a considerate husband 😎

-> so when the time comes for him to see you his hands are sweaty asf

-> i just know sakusa is somewhere in the audience cringing because his gross spidey senses are going off

-> his little leg is shaking up and down cause like damn

-> can this old man just shush and get to the part where you walk down the aisle?? he’s missed you all day 😾

-> ugh finally everyone is standing up to welcome you and kuroo is already tearing up

-> his breath hitches from the moment you’re in his eyesight

-> y/n, luv, YOURE SO HOT

-> kuroo is all 🥺😖🤩🥰

-> while he’s taking in your appearance the world just kinda stops for him

-> well actually it gets a little closer because you’re his world duh

-> but he’s never seen someone so breathtaking

-> is this legal?? are you about to cut of his oxygen supply??

-> when you finally get to the front of the alter and stand right in front of him he swears he could die happy

-> he has waited so long to officially make you his

-> and now you’re finally standing here about to take his last name

-> he takes your hand into his and is relieved to feel yours are a little sweaty too

-> ugh you guys are so happy and nervous

-> the whole time the priest is talking neither of you are really listening because wow

-> you’re both finally here together

-> all kuroo can focus on is you

-> and vice versa

-> when the time comes, his vows are stuttered out at first but he grows more confident as you give him a pure and genuine smile

-> “i knew you were the one after you asked me for my homework answers right before class back in our second year 😌”

-> your second year home room teacher and close friend sat somewhere in the audience : 👁👄👁

-> “you were so cute. had i of known that letting you cheat on the homework would’ve led us here i would’ve let you cheat way before so we could’ve met sooner”

-> kuroo is cute but he’s just straight up snaking you up for your lack of homework in your second year

-> you’re like ‘stop talking 😀’

-> overall his vows are very cliche and he has some bad jokes littered in there too but that’s what makes it so him

-> y/n, luv, yours aren’t much better though because they’re just as cheesy

-> that’s okay though because they’re still cute

-> kenma will be gagging behind the two of you while y’all display your affection 😜

-> so when kuroo finally allowed to kiss you he doesn’t told back

-> he’s just made you his officially if you think he’s going in for a shy peck you’re wrong

-> mans a lil stiff but he’s going to the whole arm under back and dip

-> everyones too excited to care over how over the top it is though

-> anyways, your food

-> it was immaculate because your man is getting you nothing but the best

-> and as for your cake

-> kuroo tries to do that thing where he swipes buttercream on your nose to be all cute

-> but he miscalculates his angles and got it in your eye 🤩

-> that’s okay though because you get him back by swiping a handful in his face

-> don’t worry, the baker knew this would happen

-> so there’s a spare layer to make up for the one you kinda ruined

-> ugh your baker came in clutch 🤑

-> anyways onto your first dance

-> kuroo steps on your feet a handful of times 😖

-> he’s lowkey embarrassed but your footwork isn’t amazing either so he feels a little better

-> i’m not calling you guys bad dancers

-> you’re both just still so in shock that you’re really married now 🥺

-> the whole dance is just a little teary eyed as he whispers how much he loves you and how happy you’ve made him while you dance

-> the less tearful dances occur after you’re all done though

-> the whole night people are stealing the two of you away from each other to congratulate the two of you and dance and drink with you all etc

-> the whole time spent with your family and friends is so nice and just fulfilling??? 😌

-> by the end of it though you just want to be in your husbands arms alone

-> and that’s exactly what kuroo grants as soon as the last of your guests leave

-> he carries you bridal style to the car waiting outside for the two of you

-> “tetsu, i can walk”

-> “we just got married arent i allowed to carry you as such? 😿”

-> and with that the two of you are driving off into the night to the 5 star hotel you’re staying at

-> listen, i know it’s been a long day for the two of you and you guys are probably tired

-> but you’re not tired enough not to give him one last wedding gift 👀

-> it it just so happens that this is his favourite one 😼

dt - @aislastetsu

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[korijime]

Heyhey! May I request a childe x reader where the s/o is like oBSESSED WITH DDLC. Like every other day she’ll be talking about like how god like sayori is because his s/o can relate to her so badly. HOw would childe react? What would he do? What would he think about ddlc ? Thank you :>

—doki doki

— a beating heart.

childe / tartaglia, genshin impact

modern!ish au, college! au (?) mentions of suicide, depressive themes, comforting/worried childe, fluff

wc ; one thousand and two hundred and thirty-eight words

riyuu says ; ahh, gosh ok. my first request! thank you for requesting, i had fun writing these, and honestly i feel like it was a good start to writing headcanons. i’ve written it as a modern au since, ya know, i doubt they have ddlc in ancient times lmaoo. i also made it a college au for convenience and because i thought it would be fitting. so sorry if it isn’t what you wanted!

since it was something that was received with scepticism at first, you found out about it either from your friends who decided to try it out, or you saw a lot of talks about it on social media.

once you did play it, you were left feeling kinda..empty? unsatisfied but satisfied at the same time. like the curious hunger has been ‘sated’ but it hasn’t gone away.

once you did finish it, it became a constant appearance on your socials. pinterest boards, instagram, twitter, youtube, everything was filled with theories, artwork, writing, and everything in between. and of course, you enjoyed every single thing.

you did try to get childe into it at first, but he’d been pretty busy with studies so you indulged in it yourself. when he did get the time, however, he asked you if you still wanted to show him that cool game you were talking about earlier.

childe is pretty observant, that much is obvious. i don’t put it past him to remember certain things his partner would talk about or take interest in, he’s the kind of person who seems as though he isn’t listening and/or couldn’t care less, but in reality he’s listening intently and most likely searching up whatever it you’re talking about without you knowing. he’s sweet like that.

backseat gaming with childe but without the unnecessarily snarky remarks? you play it in the comfort of his room while sitting behind him, munching on some snacks and huddled up with blankets while he plays and asks you questions, or gives commentary on who he likes and what he thinks is going to happen.

he may or may not have been viewing the girls as his siblings, kinda? maybe yuri and monika remind him of his older siblings? sayori and natsuki remind him of his younger siblings

when he notices that you brighten up the moment sayori’s on screen, he makes a note to pay attention to her character more, seeing as she’s caught your fancy.

he 100% would be quite upset and most likely did exclaim with a slew of curses once he saw..that scene..you know?

you comforted him, of course, while also reassuring him that it took you a while to come to terms with her death as well.

after finishing the game, you two would swap theories, have some talks about it late in the night when there was nothing to talk about.

when it came to the topic of sayori, childe would definitely pick up on the way you were far more excited to talk about her than anyone else, how you delved into every nook and cranny of her character, from the way she spoke to the way she behaved.

he most likely makes a supposedly off-handed remark about how, “you really like her, huh? crushing on the childhood friend, love?”

“that’s not—it’s not like that! i see myself in her!”

he would gaze at you fondly with a dopey smile on his face and nod along as you explained how well they wrote her character, how they handled her depression and her untimely death. on the outside, he looked the same, supportive and cheerful and intently listening to every word you spoke. yet on the inside, worry starts to build in his chest as a coiling lump settles itself into his stomach.

you relate to sayori? the cheerful and kind-hearted girl who hid her major depression disorder her whole life, and due to a sudden spike in her illness, took her own life? you related to her?

he would be SO WORRIED!! like, he would start paying even closer attention to you than he did before. he would pretend to be asleep so he could make sure that you don’t have trouble sleeping at night. he would wake up before you and make you breakfast even if he has early classes, and he would whisper muttering of love and encouragement and how he’s so happy to wake up next to you every day so you don’t find it difficult to get out of bed.

he sometimes worries that he’s being overbearing, perhaps. or maybe overreacting, making something out of nothing. those worries melt away when he sees your tired yet genuine smile as he brings you breakfast.

“what’s the occasion? you’re being awfully nice.” he looked at you with a faux hurt expression, his wavering frown giving away his pretence of being upset. “what? i can’t treat my lovely darling to a nice lunch?” he questioned, breaking off into laughter when he saw the absolutely disgusted look on your face. “don’t EVER call me that again, ajax. but really though, what’s up with you? is everything okay?”

he averted his eyes, choosing instead to look out the window of the cafe. winter had settled in, it reminded him of home. it reminded him of you, in a strange way.

“it’s nothing, really. i just..wanted to do something for you, you know? i can’t always tell what’s going on in your head, i wanna make sure you know i love you.” he responded, still not meeting your eyes.

he did, however, turn when a soft gasp left your lips. his eyes widened when he saw your lips tremble, panic shot through his body at the thought of having said something wrong.

“i-i’m sorry i didn’t-” he didn’t get to finish his sentence before you gently cupped his face, bringing his lips on your own. panic simmering under his skin, yet fading away second by second, he returned the kiss as he usually would. gentle, firm, conveying the feelings he think he can’t express with words.

“thank you, i love you so much.” was all you said once you pulled back.

most likely, he would voice his concerns after that. maybe as you’re walking home from dinner in a cozy little restaurant, with you mindlessly swinging your arm that held onto his. he would voice his concerns, his thoughts after he heard what you said. he would be embarrassed, struggle to come up with a witty remark when you look at him with those shining eyes under the moon and the stars and you thank him once again tell him he has nothing to worry about and you close your eyes and lean in and—

he would spend even more time with you after that, classes be damned. to see you like that, unfiltered happiness and a truly genuine smile that reached your eyes. he wanted to engrave it into his memory, he even thought of asking that artist—albedo, was it?—to sketch you for him. but then again, the sight of you grabbing onto him as you struggled to contain your laughter, wheezing as though you were going to cough your lungs out, it made him want to pause time and stay in that moment forever.

selfish, perhaps, but he couldn’t care less when it comes to you.

maybe, maybe you’re not going through all that stuff now, and he’s happy about that. but you did experience such things, and he wants to make sure that you’ll never have to experience it again. and even if you do, he’ll make sure you’re not alone. he loves you, more than he loves most things in life. he would do anything, he would burn the world down if it meant he could spend his life with you. he doesn’t want to lose you, ever.

tagged ; @t-amajiki @tokyoghoose @lcaita @tartagliaxx

[odd-birds-and-booksellers]

Five times Jo asks Alex to dance and the one time she asks someone new.

The first time Jo and Alex ever dance together, they’re just friends. It’s new…their friendship. Alex isn’t exactly sure what to call it, in the space of two weeks she went from the annoying intern he was happy to keep as nothing more than a work colleague to the person he spent most of his time with. In the last week, she’s spent more nights on his couch than at home and they’ve grabbed dinner together every day. It’s funny they seemed to have fallen into this pattern without any real thought, it was the day after Ben and Bailey’s wedding they’d become inseparable, she’d sought him out at the end of shift insisting she needed pizza and beer and that he was paying thanks to the raging hangover she was sure was his fault.

He didn’t hate it...having her around all time that is. Which surprised him, it had been a long time since Alex had genuinely enjoyed being in someone else’s company for such a long period of time. Even now when Jos’ has one too many beers and is singing along loudly (and out of tune) to Taylor Swift (not Alex’s choice of course) he finds himself happy just to sit and watch her.

“Oh this is my favorite Alex, come dance with me,” Jo calls from where she’s spinning around in the kitchen. She’s reaching out for him, her warm hand against his forearm pulling him towards her.

“I don’t dance.” Alex protests, remaining firmly in his seat. Shaking his head as she continues to pull at him. He tries to keep his smile at bay but he’s secretly amused by the way she attempts to give him a puppy dog look.

“Don’t or can’t?”

“Both…whatever answer gets you away from me.” He grumbles, trying to remove her grip on his arm but she’s quick, tangling their fingers together and giving him another tug.

“Come on Alex…everyone can dance. Just one dance…pretty please.”

He groans but drops his beer bottle down on the counter and follows Jo back to her makeshift dance floor.

“One dance…and you’ll leave me alone?” He asks, cocking his head to the side as he sets one hand on her hip, the other still gripped in hers tightly. He doesn’t know the song well but he finds himself slowly swaying to the beat.

“I won’t bother you until at least tomorrow.” Jo reasons, smiling softly, a triumphant glint in her eyes that makes Alex think he should stop letting her get her way.

Alex's breath hitches as Jo lays her head against his chest a moment later, he’s sure she can feel the way his heart pounds in his chest. They stay that way for the rest of the song, just swaying back and forth and Alex is surprised to find himself actually enjoying holding Jo so close.

“See… dancing isn't that bad right?”

He pulls her closer, tighter until her chest was pressed flush against his. “No…no you're right, this is pretty good.”

The second time they danced was a couple of years later. They’ve just finished furnishing the loft, and Jos’ even surprised herself with how it had turned out. It really felt like a home…their home.

“I know you’re gonna say a record player is pointless, but it looks cute and before you laugh they were on like every Pinterest board I saw so we have to have one.” Jo reasons, hoping this wouldn’t turn into another disagreement as the throw pillows had. Apparently, because it looks good isn’t a good reason to spend money on Alex’s book.

Secretly she loves every argument/discussion they have. There's just something about them discussing their home, her first proper home that fills her with such joy.

Setting up the record player was easy. Jo had found it a nice home against the window of what she’d marked out to be the living room. She’d even picked up a few old records from the store, Elvis, The Beatles, even Ella Fitzgerald.

She set the record on the turntable and brought down the needle, then closed the lid. There was the crackle of static as the vinyl began to spin.

She reached for his hand during the first verse. “Dance with me?” Jo suggested her voice barely above a whisper. “I know you hate dancing but indulge me this one time.” She insists as he reluctantly places his hands in hers, allowing her to pull him in, their chests brushing up against each other as his hand finds her hip and he holds her against him warm and steady.

They sway like that for the duration of the song and Jo takes the time to scan their newfound home. It's everything she'd hoped it would be and more. She feels Alex's hand fidgeting over her spine as the song comes to an end as if he's contemplating ending their dance before she feels his fingertips drift lower, coming to rest on the small of her back.

“You’re happy right? I know you kinda hated this place at first but…”

“I’m more than happy…” He whispers, leaning back as he brings one hand up to rest against her cheek, brushing the loose hair from her bun behind her ear gently. Jo relaxes against him, letting her worries go at his reassuring words. “I’m home.”

The third time they dance together, Alex surprised them both by being the one to ask Jo to dance. They’re at their makeshift engagement party that the kids on the peds ward had insisted on having when Alex informed them all they couldn’t attend the wedding. It felt kinda surreal, to see various hospital staff all filter in as a handful of his patients gather in the family room. All these people gathered to celebrate him and Jo. He’s not sure how he’d ever got so lucky.

“For everyone who doesn’t know Dr. Alex and Dr. Jo are getting married this weekend…” Kimmy announces, tapping the microphone on the makeshift stage as everyone turns towards her. “And all of us here just wanted to wish you both a huge congratulations.” Alex feels a surge of emotion, as Jo wraps an arm around his waist resting her head against his shoulder. Her eyes were a little watery, maybe she was feeling just as overwhelmed as he was.

“So I thought I’d sing a little something for you both.” Kimmy grins, and Alex gives her a small nod, rolling his eyes as the familiar tune from Beauty and The Beast begins. Now it makes sense why she’d been practicing it all week.

“Think we should dance?” He asks, turning towards Jo.

“You wanna dance? You never wanna dance with me.”

Alex furrows his eyebrows at her statement, wrapping an arm around her waist, swaying them gently, “I never wanna dance full stop but with you…with you it’s definitely bearable.”

Jo rolls her eyes “Charming.”

Alex just chuckles as he takes a step back, keeping his hand firmly in hers. When their arms are outstretched, he tugs on her hand until she gets the memo and twirls back toward him. Alex catches her by the waist, grinning down at her as she laughs warmly.

Cheers erupt around them but Alex can’t bring himself to tear his gaze from Jo. She’s gonna be his wife and he for one can’t wait.

“I aim to please” He mutters before pulling her in closer, pressing his lips to hers as a few groans from the younger patients sound.

The fourth time they dance is a given. Their first dance as husband and wife, sure it's not the reception they planned but Avery's penthouse with everyone they care about most in the world feels as close to perfect as you can get.

“Come dance with your wife.” Jo cries as she makes her way through the crowd, reaching out for Alex who’s taken a seat at the kitchen island. He’d been enjoying a moment to just watch everyone around him. Days like this full of love and happiness were kinda rare to find.

“Jo, you know I hate dancing.” He whines but he's already on his feet, allowing her to guide him back through the crowd. He’s not gonna deny her today, not like he ever denied her before either.

She just smiles, and god it makes his heartache knowing that’s the smile he’s gonna wake up to every day for the rest of his life. “I know you say you hate dancing but I think you secretly like it.”

He turned his hand over in hers, wrapping his fingers around her palm before pulling her to him by the waist. Jo’s free arm sliding up to his shoulder as they spun slowly.

“Thank you…”

“For what?”

“Dancing with me even though you hate it.”

He holds their joint hands in the air, letting Jo turn herself away from him. She’s only out of his grip for a split second before she twirls back into him. He catches her, tips her backward until her hair is dangling down over his knee.

“I’ll always dance with you,” Alex whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips before helping her stand straight again. He can hear the buzz of the party around them, see the bright light of flash go off somewhere as Jo wraps her hands around his neck, hiding her face against him.

“Should’ve put that in our vows.”

He’s not sure how long they stay like that, arms wrapped around each other swaying to whatever song is playing whether a slow dance suits it or not. They might be in a room full of their closest friends and chosen family but neither one can focus on anyone else.

“It’s funny…” Jo mumbles after a while, lifting her head so she can meet Alex’s gaze.

“What’s that?” Alex asks, his thumb tracing a soft pattern against the small of her back as her left hand sorts out his.

“In those lifetime movies, I used to watch. You wait the whole movie for the couple to kiss in the last five seconds and then you just assume that they end up together…in reality, it’s probably never a happy ever after.”

Alex frowns, he’s not quite sure what Jo was getting at but if she was doubting what happens next she shouldn’t. If they could make it through today and still end up married and all in one piece then they could make it through every day that came next.

“We don’t have to worry about that.” He smiles, the hand still clutching hers lifting a little higher so she can see the light catch against her wedding set as he runs his thumb across them.

“No, we don’t.”

The last time they dance together is a couple of days before Alex leaves. He seems to have thrown himself into work the last few weeks. He’s so busy he’s almost never home. They’re like ships passing in the night and Jo’s not ashamed to admit she misses her husband.

“Come on…” She mutters, turning the radio up slightly so the music can be heard over in the kitchen, holding her hand out to Alex who’s been staring at various charts since he’d arrived home in the early hours of the morning.

“Not now Jo…I’m exhausted okay?” He sighs brushing her hand away as he turns back to the pages before him.

Jo shakes her head refusing to take no for an answer as she carefully takes the documents from his hand. Setting them down on the table. She cups his cheek, turning his face towards her. “One dance. Come on.”

She watches the internal argument he’s having with himself, his eyes refusing to meet hers.

“Alex you promised…you’d always dance with me...for better or worse...till death do us part?”

He tenses at her words closing his eyes, but before Jo can even question it he’s up, slipping his hand into hers, leading them towards the empty space between the kitchen and the unused dining table with a frown.

“I know Mr. Grumpy…you hate dancing, you've told me before.”

“That’s Dr. Grumpy to you.”

Jo drops his hand only to lift her arms around his neck and Alex sets his hands loosely on her waist.

“I love you.” He breathes after a moment. He leans his head over her shoulder and drops a kiss to the side of her head, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist.

Jo smiles softly at his words as Alex presses her hand into his chest, over his heartbeat. They're gonna be okay, she's sure of it. They hold onto one another, dancing slowly as the song continues.

“I love you too, Dr. Grumpy.”

They keep swaying even as the song ends and another begins, Jo can’t remember what song had played next, but she knows they’d danced to it anyway.

Jo didn't dance much after Alex left. Didn't do much of anything that reminded her of him. She’d got rid of nearly every trace of him. She’d gone into survival mode and removed every last reminder of him from her life. That is except for the few things she just couldn’t bear to lose.

His shirt…the first one she’d ever borrowed. Back when they were just friends and she was crashing on his couch after one too many beers. The same shirt that’s now hanging loosely off her shoulder as she tries to tidy up after her rambunctious toddler, who’s currently making a mess pulling every record out from its cover and onto the floor.

Their wedding album hurt too much to keep. She couldn’t skim the pages without feeling sick. But she keeps one photo…she can’t not. There’s one photo taken at their wedding reception, Jo wasn't even aware of it being taken at the time. She's mid-spin, her hair fanning out around her, hand clutching Alex's tightly above her head. She looks so happy and carefree in that photo but that's not the reason she kept it, no she kept it because of the way Alex's looking at her in it. Like she was the only one in the room. He looks at her so intently that just the photo sets a fire deep inside her. No matter how painful the ending was, she knew how truly loved she was by him.

“Mommy…princess dress?” Luna asks, pulling the worn photo from its hiding space in an old record sleeve. Of course, she's found it, she’s into every draw and cupboard she can reach these days. Her eyes shine as she shakes the photo in Jo's direction.

“Yeah, mommy had a princess dress,” Jo agrees, lifting Luna up from the floor and settling them both on the couch. She’s too young to know that it's a wedding, too little to ask who the man holding her mother is. She was just excited that her mom looked like one of her favorite Disney characters. Jo stares down at the photo, it's not lost on her that she's sitting in the same spot the dance took place.

“Hey, Lulu?” Jo hums, pressing a kiss to the little girl's hair as she wriggles in her lap. “Shall we have a dance party?”

Jo hasn’t had much time to dance these last few years, hadn’t had much desire too but as she stares down at her daughter she suddenly feels the urge to dance again.

Luna nods, as Jo lifts her up off her lap before turning towards the old record player in the corner. She wipes her hand across the dust that’s settled on it before opening it up, taking a second for the slow melody to filter out. When she turns back Luna is already twirling around, her tutu flowing out around her.

Jo laughs as she lifts her baby girl up onto her hip, spinning them both. She throws her head back laughing as Luna squeals in delight, ordering Jo to keep spinning until they're both dizzy and their giggles drown out the music.

[nkhrchuwuya]

✨ aaa an account i follow shared your event and i wanna say congratulations!! i hope you dont mind me requesting this since i’ve only just recently followed you :)

im a 19 year old female (but i use any pronouns) with dyed ginger upper back length hair and blonde/platinum blonde peekaboo highlights and the same colour curtain bangs! im 5'3, ivory skin tone, freckles on my nose during warmer and sunny days. i have dimples. i have heterochromia so one eye is olive green and the other one is brown. my body is hourglass shaped and im bigger in the chest and thigh area. when it comes to my clothing, i dress myself in grunge inspired style, but sometimes i love to go for goblincore or cottagecore dresses!

my mbti is INTP, enneagram 5W4 and im a cancer sun, aquarius moon and capricorn rising. im bisexual with a preference for men and my love languages are quality time and physical touch.

now moving on to my interests and hobbies! in my free time, i enjoy reading. I'm a huge bookworm and i own so many books that i have read, plan to read and haven't even touched yet but collecting books is a passion of mine. my favourite genres of books are romance, mystery and young adult books, but i also have a deep love for classics. i also love drawing and painting (since i went to an art school so all of that was a huge part of my life). going to musems and similar places where you can spend your time and enjoy your surroundings is something i really value and enjoy to do; either alone or with a S.O! i love music a lot too. my spotify playlists all vary from classic rock, heavy metal to classical music which i often love to use for daydreaming when im meant to study for college :D my favourite bands are pink floyd, led zeppelin, fleetwood mac, the beatles and my favourite singer is lana del rey! i love crystals and crystal work and i practice and do tarot and tarot readings often, thats kinda a hobbie of mine :) i study english langauge and teaching at university. i write poems and short stories but am too scared to publish them :)

i think thats everything! so thank you so very much for reading this and thank you so much if you decide to do mine!! good luck with your job and have an amazing day!! <33

hey hey, thank you so much for joining the event! of course i don't mind, welcome to the blog and i hope you enjoy the regular chuuya stuff once we return to regular programming!

chuuya love for you:

absolutely loves the way you look! he is FLOORED all the time with how pretty his s/o is. it's less about being the traditional standard of beautiful- in the sense that yes, he does find you attractive- but just something about your looks takes his breath away. it's on a whole different level. mesmerized simp, this man.

you wouldn't know- unless i told you, like i'm doing right now- but chuuya has this habit of his before you come out of the house with him for a date where he tries to guess what you're wearing. actually he does this all the way back in his penthouse, but he really just wants to guess what kind of way you'll dress up so he can "meet you in the middle." it's a game he sucks at, at first, but then he gets better at eventually.

library. library in the penthouse. want floor to ceiling shelves? yeah. a daybed in the middle of the library shelves? why not. oh wait you'd prefer a swing? no yeah of course. literally build your dream library in your pinterest board and chuuya's going to make it come to reality. he loves being able to be the one to hold the things that make you happy.

he does not run out of questions about your art school. he's nosy as hell about it. he's just so interested in it because he wants to compare the experience with how it was growing up for him homeschooled by the mafia. he's so invested in your stories and your interactions with people because he didn't really have that in his life, and somehow he is living it vicariously through your stories.

is so thankful you're appreciative of art. i headcanon chuuya has a thing for art as well so it's just very nice for him to be able to share it with an s/o. museum visits! art shows! dance recitals! orchestras! he's dragging you EVERYWHERE he can and he loves that you enjoy it as well.

also is very invested in your own art! whether that's your writing or your painting/drawing, he always makes sure to show up and tell you that he adores what you do. whether or not you show it; he adores it because it was made by you.

would want to listen to your expansive playlists on spotify. if you give him access, he's definitely working with it in the background whenever he can on more idle days in the port mafia headquarters. it makes him feel closer to you in a way.

your university tuition's been paid btw. oh you're on a scholarship? great, your tuition for your masters have been paid. what? not studying it yet? no don't worry it's paid should you want it. i promise. nothing to worry about.

overall, i think a really fun relationship really! bathed in art and the quiet kind of excitement you get from watching it, you being with chuuya just makes sense as you can remind him of creature comforts when he's not a port mafia weapon.

[rioa]

dating nobara headcanons☁️

(gender neutral)

nobara is a super independent person and isn’t very clingy, but she loves being around you

she loves all kinds of reality tv- cooking shows, dating shows, athletic competitions- you name it, and she would force you to watch it every week with her

she has a massive list of baby names that she always asks your opinion on

SHOPPING SHOPPING SO MUCH SHOPPING- you and her would go to the mall all the time

you would try to be a good cook so you can make her favorite meals, but it would fail miserably and you two would end up ordering takeout

she loves messing with you and play fighting, but when she gets serious, run.

kinda like the baby names list, she also has a pinterest board with wedding plans

when the holidays come, nobara would get super festive and spoil you with gifts

you two would definitely play royal high on roblox

she would send you at least 20 tiktoks a day

and make you learn tiktok dances with her

[winchester-fantasies]

That Damn Shirt

Summary: You’ve always had a thing for men in uniform. And Sam is no exception.

Word Count: 2865

Warnings: smut, fluff, swearing

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Winchester Fantasies’ Masterlist

     Your eyes traveled over the white cotton fabric. Over the sleeves that hugged broad shoulders and strong arms; down buttons that were taut and nearly ready to burst across a firm chest and toned abdomen.

     You bit your lower lip to stifle the groan at the the back of your throat as you admired Sam and his unadulterated good looks. Normally he changed out of his FBI suit almost immediately. But today he hadn’t, and you were both grateful and irritated. Grateful because it gave you a better opportunity to admire your favorite eye candy. Irritated because you hadn’t gotten an iota of work done, and it’d been nearly forty-five minutes since you and Sam had come back to the motel.

     Damn that shirt.

     “(Y/N)?” Sam’s voice broke through your thoughts. You jerked your gaze away from his body to his eyes. He was looking at you closely with concern.

     “Hm?” you asked, trying to focus back on reality.

     “You okay?” he asked.

     You blushed and hoped to god he wouldn’t see. You shrugged away his comment. “Yeah, I’m good. Just kinda zoned out for a second,” you chuckled. Sam seemed to accept your excuse because he went back to reading whatever was on his screen.

     You turned your gaze back to the ancient text in front of you, but all the words seemed like gibberish as you fought to maintain focus. Where the hell was Dean? It made it easier to get stuff done when he was throwing wisecracks and talking about the bar waitress he had picked up instead of getting hopelessly distracted by his younger brother. Like now.

     Your attention was once again diverted by Sam’s shirt. This time your eyes honed in on the cuffs which he had rolled up just high enough that the muscles in his forearms flexed as he typed on his laptop. You wondered what his arms would feel like around you, and you could only imagine what kind of pleasure his fingers could administer.

     He was muttering under his breath as his lips moved along with what he was reading. You bet that mouth could do a lot of stuff. A lot of dirty stuff.

     This time you couldn’t stop the moan as you imagined what it would be like to straddle his thick thighs and run your hands over his chest and shoulders....

     “You sure you’re alright?” Sam interrupted your reverie once again. He was frowning as he gauged you suspiciously. He sat up straight, swinging his legs over the side of the couch to the floor. “You look a little flushed. You feeling okay?”

     “I...I,” you stuttered. You were stuck in a corner, and you only had two options: Fight or flight. “I have to go to the bathroom!” you said, choosing flight. You jumped up from your seat and rushed to the bathroom. You slammed it shut and locked it, leaning heavily against it.

     “Get yourself together, (Y/N)!” you chided yourself. You breathed deeply, trying to get your pounding heart back to normal. You crossed to the sink and turned on the faucet, splashing your face with cold water.

     You looked in the mirror, water droplets dripping down your face. “Why the fuck did you allow Dean to talk you into coming on this hunt?” you asked yourself, agitated. This was the first hunt you’d been on since you realized you had feelings for Sam. You thought you could handle a couple of weeks with him. How you could have been so naive to how strong your feelings had become you’d never understand.

     At the bunker, when Dean wasn’t distracting you from Sam, you had your room where you could escape to when you were feeling a little too lustful; you could let off some steam and relieve some of the tension between your thighs.

     But here at the motel, you were with the boys 24/7. You had zero privacy and no place to run away to. You didn’t even have Dean as a cockblock. He didn’t like being cooped up in the motel, instead opting for long drives in the Impala or spending hours at the local bar. Most times he didn’t return to the motel until after 2:00 a.m. and by then you didn’t need his help anymore.

     Sure, you could have gotten your own room, but it was cheaper and more convenient for you to just share a room with them. At least you had the couch to yourself. You didn’t know if you could control yourself if you had to share a bed with Sam!

     Sam was your best friend. You knew you were his as well and also knew he’d never see you as anything more than that. And while most of the time you were fine with that, being with him like this reminded you of what you couldn’t have. You promised yourself to never go on another hunt with the boys again. You could help them just as much from the bunker.

     You dried your face and smoothed your hair before surveying your face. Once satisfied that your previous blush had subsided, you turned toward the door, unlocking it slowly and gingerly stepping back into the main room.

     Sam stood at the foot of his bed, rifling through his duffle. He had changed into a t-shirt and sweatpants, and you sighed in relief. Maybe he wouldn’t be such a distraction now that he was out of that damn shirt. Deep down you knew it wouldn’t make a difference. It didn’t matter what he wore; you still found him incredibly sexy.

     You tiptoed to the sink, making sure you took the long way round, behind the table, so you wouldn’t have to get too close to him. You poured yourself a glass of water and chugged, inwardly sighing as the liquid relieved some of the dryness in your throat.

     You jumped when you felt a hand rest on the small of your back. “You feeling better?” Sam asked as you whipped around, meeting his concerned hazel eyes. Why was he so intent on making sure you were okay? He was a naturally empathetic and caring person, but the amount of times he had asked you if you were all right was excessive, even for him.

     But you shrugged it off and nodded. You forced a smile and clenched your thighs together as you felt that old, familiar ache begin to rise at his close proximity. “Yeah, I’m good now. I just felt a bit distracted and out of it tonight for some reason,” you said and you chuckled nervously. “Way to keep it on the down low, (Y/N),” you silently berated yourself.

     Sam frowned. “You were fine earlier today,” he commented.

     “I don’t know. Probably just tired or something,” you said nonchalantly. You were desperate to placate him in some way, anything to get him to leave your side and allow you to run and hide under your covers.

     As if reading your mind, Sam took a step closer, his hand never leaving the small of your back. “I think I have an idea of what had you so distracted,” he said, his voice holding something you’d never heard before but that made you shiver.

     “And...what’s that?” you whispered, your voice tiny and a little bit uncertain.

     “I saw you watching me,” Sam said. You jerked your head up, and your breath caught in your throat. His usually light and kaleidoscopic eyes had darkened to an almost inconceivable shade of brown, and if you hadn’t known better, you could have sworn you saw lust swimming in their depths.

     Sam suddenly moved, coming to stand behind you. His hands now rested on either side of your hips, his chest pressed firmly against your back. What the ever loving fuck was going on?

     “Is that what had you so distracted tonight?” Sam asked lowly, his warm breath tickling your ear. “You like seeing me in my FBI suit?”

     “Y...yes,” you panted. You could have made an excuse, told a lie to get yourself out of this, but you didn’t think you’d be able to come up with anything coherent.

     “Did it for you, baby,” Sam growled. You gasped as he rubbed himself against your ass. “You left your Pinterest open and saw your “Men in Uniform” board, and I just couldn’t resist.”

     His hand found its way under your shirt, his fingers ghosting over your abdomen, causing you to shudder. His hand slid down, his fingers stopping at the waistband of your pajama shorts. 

     “Is this okay?” he asked, his earlier cockiness giving way to sincerity. You nodded furiously. His fingers resumed their path underneath your shorts and into your panties.

     You whimpered as his fingers brushed over your heated core. “Damn, baby,” Sam breathed appreciatively. “You’re so wet.”

     His fingers ran through your folds, dipping in a few times before Sam found your sensitive clit. Your head fell back against his chest while his other hand moved to your abdomen, pulling you tighter against him. You could feel his growing length on your ass as he continued to rut against you.

     He leaned down, brushing his lips against your neck while his hand moved up, pushing under your bra and cupping your breast in his large palm, your nipple hard against his skin.

     You gripped the edge of the sink as you felt your climax nearing. Seeming to sense you were close, Sam’s pace picked up, his strokes over your clit firm and fast. “Oh, god, Sam,” you moaned. You moved one of your hands and gripped his forearm, his muscles rippling as he worked steadily. You were right about his hands. They were pure magic.

     You came hard, his name a breathy cry on your lips. You breathed heavily as Sam removed his hand from your core, turning you around to face him. You leaned back against the counter, still trying to catch your breath.

     Sam sent you a lazy smile and then he kissed you, his lips firm yet soft against your own. His hands were on your hips again, holding you steady, and you wrapped your arms around his neck. A new wave of arousal settled in your panties as the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding past your lips and into your mouth, mapping out every inch.

     “Wanna feel you,” Sam panted against your lips.

     His bulge was prominent against your stomach, and you smiled. “Wanna feel you, too,” you whispered back, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. He stared reverently into your eyes, and you wondered what he was thinking.

     Suddenly he was carrying you to the bed, your laughter echoing off the yellowed motel walls. He dropped you onto the mattress, and you climbed up until your head was lying on the pillow.

     Goosebumps rose over your skin as his large hands ran up your legs to your hips. His fingers dipped under the waistband of your shorts and tugged them down gently. You sat up and pulled your shirt over your head before reaching behind you and unclasping your bra, tossing both into the corner.

     You laid back down, your arms coming up over your head. You spread your legs, the cool air in the room hitting your still warm core, and a shy smile spread across your mouth as Sam’s eyes roamed over your body admiringly. “Damn, you’re beautiful, (Y/N). More beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” Sam said in awe.

     “I want to see you, too,” you quietly implored.

     Sam smirked before he started undressing, taking his time, allowing you every opportunity to take him in. By the time he was naked, your need for him had risen to unimaginable heights.

     Wetness had already started pooling beneath you as Sam crawled to you, and you wondered how long you’d last. As if your thoughts were on the same wavelength, he chuckled deeply. “Fair warning: I don’t know how long I’m gonna last,” he said, settling between your thighs.

     You giggled and bit your lip. “No worries,” you said. “I’ll take whatever you’ve got.”

     Sam’s lips crashed into yours, forceful and bruising. When he pulled back, his eyes were lust-blown. “You ready, baby?” he asked.

     You nodded enthusiastically, and he grinned, his dimples coming into view. He glanced between your bodies, lining himself up with you.

     You moaned and a groan fell from his own lips as he pushed himself in. He filled you perfectly as if you’d finally found your missing piece. “Fuck, you feel so good,” Sam growled, his face burying in the crook of your neck while he gave you a few moments to adjust.

     A ripple of pleasure coursed through your core when Sam finally started moving. You moaned, and your hands found the back of his head, your fingers weaving into his soft hair.

     He captured your lips in another searing kiss as he moved. His thrusts were unhurried and steady. He was taking his time, enjoying the way you felt around him. Each time you’d think he couldn’t go any deeper, he did and it sent you flying towards the edge of your release.

     His mouth left yours and trailed over your chin and down your neck, nipping, sucking, licking at every inch of skin he could find. You gasped as he found the juncture of your neck and collarbone, and Sam groaned as your walls started to flutter.

     “Sam,” you breathed, your voice barely audible past your labored breathing.

     Sam nodded and smiled. “I know, baby. Just relax and let go. I’ve got you,” he panted. He propped himself up on one elbow while his other hand found your leg, encouraging them up around his waist. Nothing short of ecstasy shot through your core with this new angle, and you clutched at his back.

     Sam gripped your thigh, his fingers digging into the meaty flesh as his pace picked up. Two more thrusts, and you came. “Sam!” you cried out as your walls clenched around him in wave after wave.

     “Fuck,” he breathed, his hips faltering. He buried his face in your neck once more, and a throaty groan emanated from deep within him as ropes of hot cum coated your insides.

     He stayed there for awhile, just laying on top of you, his face still in the crook of your neck. His hand ran over your damp brow and stroked your hair. You rubbed your hands up and down his back, his skin warm and sweaty beneath your skin.

     Sam didn’t pull out until he was flaccid. He gingerly rolled off you and flopped down on the other side of the bed. You instantly felt the loss of his warmth and the magical connection you had shared. But you weren’t sure how to act as the gravity of the situation dawned on you. You had just had sex with your best friend. You had felt one another, seen one another, experienced one another on a whole new plane. It didn’t matter if this was only a one-time thing. This changed everything.

     You thought you and Sam must be connected telepathically because he seemed to read your mind for the third time that night. He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, his hand resting on your ass.

     “Well, that happened,” he chuckled.

     “Yeah,” you said indifferently. You didn’t want to act too eager, especially if this was something he didn’t want to happen again.

     You must not have acted eager enough, though, because Sam jerked his head towards you, his eyes filled with horror. “Was it not good?” he choked.

     “No, no, it was amazing!” you hurried to reassure him.

     “Then what?” he asked in confusion.

     “It’s just....” You looked down, your fingers trailing over his chest absentmindedly. “I’m struggling to ascertain if this was just a one-time deal or if...there’s something more.”

     When he didn’t answer you looked up. He was staring at you, flabbergasted. “I want you, (Y/N),” he finally said, his voice sure. “More than anything. I thought I just made that abundantly clear.”

     You swallowed hard. “So that wasn’t just you getting lost in the heat of the moment?”

     Sam smiled gently, his hand coming to cup your cheek. “That was me getting lost in you.”

     Your breath caught in your throat, and your mouth went dry. “I’ve wanted you for months, (Y/N),” he continued ardently. “You’ve been the only thing on my mind. Do you know how hard it’s been for me on this hunt? It’s been so difficult for me to get anything done! Having you so close, just within my grasp - it’s been positively intoxicating.”

     You stared, wide-eyed, your head spinning. Sam gave you an odd look. “What?” he asked bluntly.

     You shook your head in amazement. “It’s like you stole the words right out of my mouth,” you said.

     He grinned and leaned down, kissing you. The kiss quickly deepened, and you held each other tighter. Contentment filled your heart, and you smiled against his lips. You were finally in the arms of the man you loved. And all because of that damn shirt.

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