#( wc: 443. )

[eunbinbe]

˙ ˖ ✧ — DRAMA AUDITION. eunbin re-enacts a scene from start up for her audition.

when eunbin initially heard of the drama audition, she was on the fence about giving it a try. however, when she began her life as a trainee, she made it a goal to dip her toes into everything she could, even if she didn't end up debuting. that way, she could really make her most out of the whole experience.

truthfully, all the given options were pretty tricky, but she tried to recall what she learned from the one acting workshop she had taken. while it definitely wasn't enough to turn her into some top-tier actress, there were some tips they had given that helped her immerse into the given scene.

she tried to focus most on the range of emotions she had to express. from anger to frustration and at the end, a faux calmness all while she would have to cry. did she choose a tough scene to re-enact? probably. but it was also the one that she wanted to try the most.

when she stands in front of the staff members, she takes a brief moment to really get into the scene. while she hasn't been through what dalmi has been through, there are a wide range of things she could take inspiration from. nevertheless, what mattered the most for her at this moment was to get through this audition with no regrets.

"stop making me feel pathetic and just go!" while practicing, eunbin thought that this was the turning point in this scene for dalmi. it's when she realizes that she can't just convince dosan through nice, sugar-coated words. she has to hurt him to make sure that he makes what she believes is the right decision.

this is also where she the anger boils down, and she needs to appear as if she's made a firm decision herself to let him go, so he makes the right choice. "you're not the dosan from the letters," she says before digging through her makeshift bag to hand over the ball. "i'm also not your dream."

her breath is relaxed, and she's avoiding looking her fellow actor in the eyes as she does her best to hold back her tears as dalmi. she can't show herself crying now, so he doesn't know that this is hurting her as well.

before she knows it, she's done acting out the scene. giving a quick bow to the staff in front of her, she wipes the tears that have fallen onto her cheeks before leaving the room. while she doesn't know what results await her, eunbin feels pretty refreshed from giving this a try. it was fun, and that's what ultimately mattered to her.

[cherrylgc]

spring questions

...

cherry sits down, hands on her thighs, cherry has never been the best to answer any type of question, not exactly a lot going on in her mind, but she’ll still attempt answering today’s question with as much honesty and thought as she can.

‘when someone wrongs you, do you respond with revenge or forgiveness?’ “i’ve never been someone to seek out revenge to be honest, even the people who have hurt me the most i still don’t want revenge from, just because someone hurt me, doesn’t mean i’ll hurt them” she taps her fingers on her thighs “but that doesn’t mean i instantly respond with forgiveness either” she shakes her head “there’s not exactly a lot of people out there who have wronged me, but for the ones who wronged me the most, i won’t forgive them, nor will i seek any form of revenge”,

‘which do you find more appealing: to be loved, to be admired, or to be feared?’ “loved, most definitely”. “i have no interest in having anyone fear me, i’m a nice person, or so i would say at least… i enjoy having people like me, like i like everybody, friendships and connections means a lot to me’”. “i also don’t need to feel admired, i know i don’t have a lot of talents, not really any reasons for anyone to look up to me, but that doesn’t bother me. i don’t need to be feared nor admired, as long as i have people around me that love me, for well, me”.

‘what, if anything, makes you feel insecure?’’ “i don’t really feel insecure about stuff” she shrugs “it hasn’t always been like that… i’ve never really been good at anything, while i was young that bothered me, now, not as much. i might not be smart nor strong or have a lot of things i’m good at, but i’m me, and that’s what makes me special. i don’t want to go around and have a life where i’m insecure about something, why be insecure about something that very well makes me, me”.

‘how much do you care what people think of you’ “i’d like to say not at all, but i don’t think i can… i don’t need anyone to look up to me or something like that, and it’s not the end of the world if someone doesn’t like me, still, i kinda wished everyone liked me”. “i’m not good at stuff, but i’m good at making friends, i want the people around me to like me, and maybe i can worry a bit that they don’t. but isn’t it impossible to not care at all?”.

[behaneul]

I'M LIKE A BIRD, I'LL FLY TO YOU in which haneul performs vertex's highlight at the enKOREfest with @bexstevie, @bejinyoung and @behanami

when it comes to performing, haneul is a little bit nervous. he feels like during the entirety of next gen, he had been doing his best to exude confidence so that the judges would think that he knows what he's doing. he had the whole ex-trainee thing going on too, so it was a huge disappointment that he hadn't been given a contract.

honestly, he had almost given up.

but then the thought of his phone call with his mother would creep up, or he would talk to seojun and then he would feel like he just needed to keep pushing. there was no way he could back down when all that would do was make him feel like a failure. and while he could accept a lot of things in his life, that wasn't one of them.

so when jinyoung had reached out to see if he wanted to perform with them, he had immediately said yes without thinking. it's a bit stressful to be learning a new dance just for a cover at a festival, but haneul thinks it's a good way of putting himself out there again. part of him had somehow forgotten how much he enjoyed stuff like this when there was no real pressure to do well.

of course, he still tried to do his best and he had stayed behind in the practice room enough times to practice his facial expressions that he knows he might be trying too hard. but that's not something about him that he can change, even if he knows that this performance is really only just for fun.

and once they're on stage? it really is fun.

the song is a well-known one and he thinks that the dance is really fun to perform, considering how many different movements it includes. his movements are clean and sharp, as they are when he's focused and he can feel the adrenaline rushing through his veins as they perform on the stage.

it's not even that big of a crowd, but haneul feels alive again. it's like, he had forgotten how much he enjoyed doing this. and how much he had wanted it to be the rest of his life at one point.

when the performance is over, he takes a moment before he leaves the stage, bowing in every direction quickly to thank everyone for watching and cheering even if they were just a temporary, one-time cover group of friends who had gotten together to perform for fun at a festival.

it's not a concert, not even close, but he won't deny that he felt like he had gotten his zeal for life back.

[cameronsbabydoll]

need rare caring for reader when she throws up

plus reader has emetophobia and rafe is like so coaxing and babying and praising and gentle

rafe caring for reader when she throws up <3

warnings: throw up & reader has emetophobia

wc: 443 — a/n: hopefully this works! i used to do the same thing for my older sister, she has a huge fear of throwing up

you barely make it to the bathroom before you're on your knees, gripping the cold porcelain as your stomach churns. panic hits you faster than the nausea itself—your vision blurs, throat tight, the familiar terror crawling up your spine. you hate this. you can’t do this.

but then you feel him.

rafe’s behind you in seconds, dropping down beside you like it’s instinct. his big hands are already in your hair, gently pulling it back, his body warm against yours.

“shh, i got you, baby,” he murmurs, voice thick with concern, soft as velvet. “you’re okay. i know, i know, it’s scary. but i’m right here.”

your hands tremble as you try to hold yourself upright. you whimper, trying to swallow down the fear, and he immediately shushes you, brushing your hair back from your face.

“no, none of that, princess. you’re doing so good. so, so good for me,” he coos, kissing the side of your head. “just let it out, baby. i’ve got you. you don’t need to be scared.”

and when you finally gag and throw up, humiliated and shaking, he doesn’t flinch—not even a little. he just keeps whispering to you, rubbing your back, kissing your shoulder through your shirt.

“that’s it, there you go,” he says sweetly, like you’re a little kid who’s learning something new. “m’so proud of you, baby. so proud. you’re my brave girl, aren’t you?”

you start crying afterward—embarrassed, shaky, breath catching in your throat. rafe is already wiping your mouth with a tissue, then reaching for a warm washcloth. “no, no, baby. don’t cry. you didn’t do anything wrong, okay? look at me—hey, look at me.”

you glance up and he cups your face with those rough hands so gently, like you’re something precious.

“there she is. my pretty baby,” he whispers, brushing his thumb along your cheek. “you’re safe now, okay? i won’t let anything bad happen to you. not ever.”

he picks you up without a second thought, carrying you to the couch like you weigh nothing. tucks you in with a blanket, kisses your forehead, then disappears only to return with water, crackers, and a heating pad.

“let me take care of you now, yeah?” he says, kneeling beside you, holding the straw to your lips. “you were so good for me back there. the best girl.”

and even though you still feel shaky, and your body aches from the panic, there’s comfort in his voice, in his hands, in the way he talks to you like you’re the most important thing in the world.

“you’re my baby,” he whispers against your temple. “and i’ll always take care of my baby.”

[orimuraa]

ㅤㅤ⋮ I’ve got you wrapped around my finger, like a piece of ribbon - Park Jongseong

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆jay as your boyfriend ⨾

۶ৎ idol!park jongseong x fem!reader ┆fluff┆headcannons, petnames, kisses┆ wc 443

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: arghh jay is so husband coded 🥺 i hope you all enjoy!!!

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

this precious soul loves you so so so much

he will always go out of his way to make you happy

he likes hand holding a lot ^o^

jay likes to think of you as part of the enha family

i’d say that the two of you were dating for a year before announcing it to the public

at first, there was some hate but jay made sure to protect you from it all

but engenes came to your defense and said that if you were what made jay happy, then they will gladly love and cherish you

(more under cut)

during some of jay’s lives, he will bring you into the frame if you’re comfortable with it

he has you on his lap, silently tracing shapes on your leg as he interacts with engenes

you also like talking with engenes and they definitely love seeing you

since jay has a very busy schedule, he makes sure to call you everyday if he’s on tour or he’s just coming home late

on tour days, he will bring you along if you’re not busy

him and the members really enjoy your company on tiring days

since they work so hard, you always make sure to bring them food and drinks so they stay healthy

if jay has off days and you’re on tour, he will take you out shopping

this man SPOILS you

he really appreciates you for staying by his side through all his ups and downs

so he loves buying you gifts and pretty things

okay

let’s talk about cuddles with this man

because he is so perfect for them

since he never had a sibling to cuddle with as he grew up, he adores cuddling you

jay prefers to be the bigger spoon

he really likes wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to him

it’s what helps him sleep at night after a long day of practice

jay is naturally very protective of you

he would never forgive himself if something ever happened to you

moving on, let’s discuss the petnames he likes to use

princess.

that is probably his favorite

“hey princess, how are you?”

“princess, i’m ordering some food, you want some?”

aksjjxsk he’s so perfect

maybe baby every now and then?

i feel like he might use love a bit

“hi my love,”

hehehe i don’t know 🤭

this man will kiss you all over your face

he really likes kissing your nose and forehead specifically

but nothing beats a good kiss on the lips for him

so expect to be showered in kisses by jay >o<

please love him and never leave him

he loves you so much

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

⚘. Perm taglist: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jomisu, @nxzz-skz, @ancnymcnzjy

[kastighur]

← back. ᝰ.ᐟ a wild scarletella is on the loose !

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 homicipher. mr. scarletella. fluff. gn! reader // wc : 443

! scarletella would have most definitely have followed you outside of the house before.

! i’m not sure if humans can see them, but, just for simplicity's sake let’s just say they can’t.

! when in a crowded cramped area such as the bus, or train he’d stand at the corners just standing and staring, with that eerie smile. though you knew he didn’t have any ill intent towards you.

! sometimes you’d see him at your school/work, and you’d attempt to shoo him away as he walked closer and closer. eventually giving up with a sigh and allowing him to loom over you and watch.

! he’d ask questions from time to time like, “ what you do ? “ , “ this enjoyable ? “

! i don’t think he would ask about your well-being outright but more through actions.

! if he sees you getting fatigued he would remove whatever is in front of you and insist you to rest, gently moving your head to lay on the desk. though if you were at home, he would just pick you up and plop you on the bed, placing himself on top of you to ensure that you can’t escape.

! explaining the concept of school/ work to him is a pain in the ass with what little vocabulary there is but you eventually got the point across.

! scarletella wouldn’t understand the concept of money and why you need to do the things that you do. he would insist you just stay here with him, where he can protect you ! [ keep you within eyesight at all times cause he’s just a lewser that likes his pretty human. ]

! you also tried explaining why he needed to stay at home but no matter how many times you tried he would not listen.

! strangers would bump into a glitchy red figure walking beside you, and snap their heads around to realise a gap on your right, just big enough for a human.

! only when scarletella is beside you in public would he allow his eyes to wander, taking in the loud sounds of life and vibrant colours that littered all over.

! probably wouldn’t be too excited over the change of scenery but it was pleasing to his eyes.

! though he does enjoy admiring the sky, especially sunset.

! you also caught him trying to touch someone who had a red coat on, and had to swat away at what was basically air which earned a few weird looks from passerbys.

! people may find you crazy and you pray the day scarletella murders someone in public with you right next to the crime scene never comes.

! but hey, at least you always have someone to cover you when it rains.

© @kastighur

[ottocres]

˚ ༘ * your favorite color w/ atsumu

m.list / wc: 443

    “you have that meeting at ten and you got a delivery earlier from a flower company,” you walk alongside your assistant, heels clicking against your workplace’s flooring.

  pursing your lips, you question who could’ve sent you flowers. it wasn’t near your birthday, nor any holidays that are considerable for flowers, leaving only one possibility. atsumu miya. you weren’t exclusive quite yet, but you’re many dates in and could see him sending a small bouquet, one that featured a mason jar of short-stemmed flowers.

  “alright, i’ll start getting prepped for that meeting, would you mind checking my emails for our pitch tomorrow? it’s supposed to start later in the day but they haven’t said when yet,” you stop by your office door, still looking at your assistant as she sets down at her own desk, giving you a small thumbs up.

  grabbing the door frame with your hand, you look into your office, immediately being met with a surprise. groups of bouquets fill whatever space your desk still had, one even placed on an additional chair. your eyebrows raise, lips parted as you stare at them. it takes you a moment to step into the room, completely enamored with the sight. 

  finally walking towards the bouquets, you grab a hold of the small letter attached. opening it up, his name is printed at the bottom, immediately catching your eyes. looking back towards the top, it gets straight to the point, ‘i didn’t know your favorite color tulip, so i just got every color they had’. you can feel yourself smiling widely as you read every word.

  setting it back down, you grab your phone from your desk, immediately calling his number. it rings a few times before he finally answers, “hello?”

  “you know you could’ve just asked my favorite color tulip,” you bite your lip, free hand exploring the different bouquets, pushing back at the paper wraps to see the full picture.

  atsumu’s laugh carries through the phone, ringing in your heard, sounding like a beautiful song. “well that would’ve ruined the surprise then, wouldn’t it? besides, you deserve all of them and i figured it would be the best way to ask you out to dinner tomorrow…” he trails off, insinuating that he may officially ask you to be his, something you’ve been looking forward to.

  “i guess, but since it is a form of asking me on another date, then it makes up for my filled desk,” you try to hide the joy in your voice, but you fear there isn’t any hiding that, “now, i should get back to work, but thank you for the flowers.”

  “any day, y/n.”

[bradleysass]

Forbidden Forest - @into-the-jeggyverse - wc: 443

The Forbidden Forest is just that. Forbidden. And yet, here James is, dragging Regulus by the wrist through the dense underbrush, his grip warm and insistent despite Regulus' reluctant steps.

"Potter," Regulus hisses, glancing warily at the towering trees, their gnarled branches twisting like outstretched claws. "This is a terrible idea."

"You always say that, and yet here we are," James replies, grinning over his shoulder. His glasses catch the slivers of moonlight that manage to pierce through the canopy, making his eyes shine with mischief. "Come on, we're almost there."

Regulus exhales sharply, annoyed at himself more than anything. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t have let James talk him into sneaking out of the castle in the dead of night, and he certainly shouldn’t be allowing himself to be led deeper into the forest where anything could be lurking.

And yet, despite the warnings in his head, he follows.

The sounds of the forest surround them—rustling leaves, the distant hoot of an owl, the faint scurrying of unseen creatures. It should be unsettling, but James' unwavering excitement dulls the fear prickling at Regulus' spine.

"If we get eaten by an acromantula, I will haunt you," Regulus mutters.

James only laughs. "If we get eaten, you won’t have the chance to haunt me."

Before Regulus can respond with something biting, James comes to an abrupt halt. Regulus barely stops himself from crashing into him.

"We're here," James whispers, voice reverent.

Regulus steps forward, prepared to be unimpressed, but the words catch in his throat.

Before them, in a small clearing, is a stretch of luminescent blue flowers, glowing softly in the moonlight. Tiny wisps of golden light dance above them, swirling lazily in the air like living stars. The effect is otherworldly—like something out of a dream.

"James," Regulus breathes, unable to help himself. "What is this?"

"Moonbloom," James answers, turning to face him with that maddeningly earnest expression of his. "They only bloom once a year under the full moon. I read about them ages ago, but I’ve never actually seen them. Figured you’d like them."

Regulus stares, not at the flowers, but at James—James, who is watching him with barely concealed anticipation, James, who dragged him into a forbidden forest just to show him something beautiful, James, who is standing far too close, and yet not close enough.

His heart stutters in a way he refuses to acknowledge.

"They're beautiful," he finally admits, his voice quieter than before.

James' grin softens, the moonlight casting silver shadows across his face. "Yeah," he murmurs, gaze locked onto Regulus'. "They are."

Regulus knows James isn't talking about the flowers anymore.

[cl0udy3]

can we plzzz have a little blurb of a backstory to wire

ellie williams x fem!reader cw: ellie just having dirty thoughts of the reader and also touching herself wc: 443 a/n: wrote this during my breakfast LOL but ask and you shall receive you beautiful person read the next part here: WIRE

You hadn’t seen each other in forever. Well—two weeks. But it felt longer.

Between school, work, and the thousand miles of day-to-day chaos, time had stretched thin. But yesterday, it all lined up. You came to visit, made the drive like it was nothing, and Ellie hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

Not that she’d admit it, but she’d been planning the day for weeks. Wrote a list on an old notepad. Cleaned her apartment twice. Picked out a cassette mix she’d made herself with songs she thought you’d like. She even stocked the fridge with that overpriced juice you like—the one with the dumb cap that says something cheesy like “Be Kind to Yourself”

And then you showed up.

Corset-style top, laced tight, like something out of a movie. Low-rise denim that clung just right to your hips. Glossy lips, that little fur bag, perfume that made Ellie dizzy every time she leaned in close. You looked like you belonged on a billboard, or the cover of a CD she used to hide under her mattress. And you were so casual about it—twirling the straw in your drink like you weren’t driving her completely insane. Laughing at nothing. Smiling with all your teeth.

Ellie couldn’t stop looking at you. At your mouth. At the little sliver of skin between your top and skirt when you stretched in the passenger seat. She spent the whole day pretending not to be in love with you.

When she dropped you off, she kept one hand on the wheel, the other gripping the inside of her hoodie sleeve like it might keep her grounded. You hugged her goodbye like it was nothing. Like you weren’t dragging her soul out of her body every time you touched her. 

She went home restless.

Laid in bed. Tried to sleep. Didn’t touch herself—told herself seh wouldn’t. That seh could wait. That the tension would wear off.

It didn’t.

Twenty-four hours later, she was restless, aching. Lying in bed in just her sweats and a tank top, one hand gripping the sheets, the other already moving between her thighs before seh even realized she was doing it. You were in her head, behind her eyes, breathing in her ears. It was pathetic. She knew it. But she couldn’t stop.

And that’s when she broke. 

Reached for her phone with a shaky breath, fingers still wet. She hovered over the numbers, heart thudding hard.

Maybe just to hear your voice. Maybe to make it worse. Maybe because she wanted to see if you sounded as soft as you did in her head.

She hit call.

Rings once. Twice.

You picked up.

hope yall enjoyed :D

[winteringdream]

GUITAR LESSON ──── park sungho

✩ ⋅ pairing. bf!park sungho x gn!reader ✩ ⋅ genre. fluff, established relationship ✩ ⋅ warnings. none! ✩⋅ wc. 443 ✩⋅ a/n: don't flame me for the picture i know it's an ukulele 😭

It’s late afternoon, and the sky outside your window glows with that soft, golden hue. The kind of light that makes everything look a little more magical than it really is. 

You're sitting cross-legged on the floor of your room, in between Sungho’s legs with his guitar resting in your lap, fingers fumbling with the strings.

He watches you with an amused smile on his face, quietly entertained by how serious you're being about learning this one chord for the past ten minutes.

“Relax your fingers,” he whispers, and his voice is so close to your ear it makes your breath catch. He reaches out from behind to adjust your fingers. 

You tilt your head, just a little, and your cheek brushes his jaw. He doesn’t flinch. If anything, he moves a bit closer.

“Easy for you to say, guitar boy,” you murmur, your tone light, but your chest feels tight in a way you’re not used to. “You make everything look effortless.”

Sungho chuckles softly, and you feel the vibration of it through your back. “You think I didn’t struggle? I used to cry over F major.”

You laugh, and he grins at the sound of your laugh. Then, quietly, he adds, “But I kind of like watching you figure things out.”

You turn your head slightly to glance at him, and he’s already looking at you. It sends a flutter to your chest. For a second, neither of you says anything. 

“You’re really close,” you whisper.

He blinks, then smirks just a little. “I know.” But he doesn’t move away. Instead, he lifts a hand and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, fingertips brushing your cheek gently. 

“Is that okay?” he asks, voice quieter now, almost shy despite the look in his eyes.

You nod at his question. He leans in, slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. But you don’t. Your eyes close just before his lips brush yours, like he’s still not sure this is real.

The kiss is soft, slow, so sweet it makes your chest ache. When he pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours.

“I love you.” he murmurs, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Because loving you is the easiest thing to do according to Sungho. 

Your heart swells, and you tilt your head just enough to nudge your nose against his. “I love you too.”

He smiles and his fingers squeeze yours gently. He doesn’t let go, even as he reaches for the guitar again.

“Okay,” he says, voice a little steadier, a little more sure now, “lesson’s not over yet. We still have music to make.”

bonedo taglist: @lakoya @tmrwsuns @ihruaz

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: twice @taylorswiftmicrofic wc: 443

steddie (steve harrington/eddie munson)

“i’m going to murder someone,” steve confesses, eyes twitching as a—what can only be described as manic — look passes over his face.

eddie laughs somewhat panicked, steering the fuming man away from the sweet cashier.

eddie hadn’t noticed that she was flirting, truly, but apparently steve had.

steve harrington was nothing if not a possessive and jealous bastard.

“that’s twice this week!” he bursts out hysterically as they reach eddie’s van.

eddie hurriedly packing their groceries into the back in fear of steve causing a scene outside of their local supermarket.

“i only have eyes for you stevie” eddie hurriedly says, smiling strainedly as an elderly couple passes them with a look of disdain.

“-clearly didn’t the see ring on your goddamn finger because she was busy ogling your stupid tattoos-“ steve is muttering in annoyance, huffing a puffing like the absolute drama queen that he is.

“you think my tattoos are stupid?” eddie asks with a quirked brow as he closed the back of the van.

steve splutters indignantly, hissing back something that sounds somewhat like ‘not the point of what i said!’

they both clamber into the van, eddie more gracefully than his increasingly frustrated husband.

“i’m sure she didn’t mean anything by it” eddie hesitantly says into the anger filled silence.

steve turns to him, eyes in slits as he glares at the curly haired man.

eddie winces, knowing he’s about to get an earful.

“yes i’m sure she just completely missed your husband who was standing right next to you, arm on your shoulder as she tried to flirt with you right in front of my face!” steve screeches and eddie closes his eyes, praying to whatever god there may be before he puts the van into reverse, driving back to their shared apartment.

steve’s still rambling about how annoyingly hot eddie is, which, hello? compliment coming from steve.

and how no good hussies need to learn how to keep it in their pants.

granted, being gay in hawkins isn’t necessarily accepted so it’s quite likely she may have thought they were friends.

he gets where steve is coming from, they’re not legally married and it gets to him that’s there’s still some hidden insecurity over the lack of recognition of the legality of their marriage.

eddie grabs one of steve’s hands that are flailing about as he continues to ramble about the cashier, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

steve grows quiet, the tension dissipating at the small act of affection.

“love you honey,” eddie smiles knowingly.

and although steve huffs in the passenger seat, he squeezes eddie’s hand back and murmurs back a quiet, “love you too.”

[yshzai07]

AFTERPARTY

exhibit a - r.suna

wc: 443

part one here

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Depending on how drunk you were, a high school party was either the worst or best thing to happen to you. But a high school party after the basketball team won the regional championships and some guy got his hands on a shit ton of alcohol? It was heaven in a cheap red solo cup.

But for Suna, he wasn’t quite at the pearly gates yet. Yeah, he’d scored the winning point and everyone was practically unzipping his jeans with their teeth. But nowhere in this sweaty crowd of wasted students was his best friend and cheerleader, aka you.

“Suuuuuna!” Atsumu slurred, throwing his entire weight onto Suna, sending them both staggering backwards. “There’s my man!”

Yikes. “Yeah, no thanks” Suna muttered, patting his wasted friend on the back and dumping him onto a sofa. “Have any of you guys seen y/n?”

“Y/n?” A random girl popped up from underneath Osamu. “Kiyo said she was headed out.”

Osamu snorted. “That’s your sign to start sprinting, Sunarin. Before ya lose her-”

“I don’t lose.”

It was quiet in your mind, as you wandered down the beach. Shoes in hand and lost in your thoughts, you failed to notice the lanky, fox-eyed boy silently following you. The situation could’ve been dangerous, in hindsight. But there was nowhere safer for you than in the orbit of Suna Rintarou.

“Hey, you” he said lightly, catching up to you

“Holy mother of fuck-” Suna snorted as you jumped at least three feet in the air, eyes wide and startled. “Suna! Don’t scare me like that!” You scolded, slapping his chest lightly. Catching your hand, he pressed a kiss to your knuckles.

“Nice legs” he grinned, eyeing your bare thighs and swinging your interlocked hands as you continued your walk.

“Nice hands” you muttered begrudgingly. “Heard you won MotM.”

“All thanks to you”

“Get fucked”

“Gladly”

Lapsing into silence, Suna observed the moonlight bleaching your profile, highlighting your hair and weaving through your eyelashes. To him, you were an angel. The prettiest models, the breathtaking sunsets, the highly acclaimed love poems, none of them could compare to you. He’d rather be tortured for eternity than witness you cry because of him.

“I’m sorry I upset you” he said softly. You offered him a half-smile, and his chest caved in with relief.

“It’s fine” you turned your head towards the crashing waves, and his instantly grieved the loss of admiring your face. Because truthfully, Suna didn’t think he was worth much if he couldn’t look at you. If he were to reach the pearly gates before you, he’d sit outside until you arrived. He'd be a much lesser man, if he weren't committed to you.

[liorae]

Winter Wonderland ୨୧ 𝓟ark 𝓢unghoon

pair: bsf!sunghoon x fem!reader | genre: fluff, childhood friends to lovers | warning(s): kissing | wc: 443 | synopsis: sparks fly during a snowball fight with your best friend.

The park is a winter wonderland, blanketed in a pristine layer of snow that sparkles under the pale afternoon sun. You and Sunghoon have been best friends since you were kids, and today feels like one of those magical days you both used to dream about.

The crisp air nips at your cheeks as you step into the park, bundled up in warm coats, scarves, and gloves. You glance at Sunghoon, who grins back at you, his breath visible in the cold air. "Ready to build the best snowman ever?" he asks, his eyes twinkling with excitement.

You laugh and nod, dropping to your knees to start rolling a snowball for the base. Sunghoon joins you, his gloved hands working quickly to form the perfect sphere. Together, you build the snowman piece by piece, your laughter echoing through the park as you sculpt the middle and head. Sunghoon finds some twigs for arms and a few pebbles for the eyes and buttons. You add a carrot nose, standing back to admire your handiwork.

"He's perfect," you say, smiling at Sunghoon.

"Not as perfect as this," he replies, launching a snowball that hits you square in the shoulder. You gasp in mock outrage, quickly scooping up some snow to retaliate. The air fills with the sounds of your playful shrieks and laughter as the snowball fight ensues, both of you dodging and throwing with gleeful abandon.

Eventually, you both collapse onto the ground, breathless and covered in snow. The world around you is quiet, the only sound being the soft crunch of snow beneath you as you catch your breath. You turn your head to look at Sunghoon, his cheeks flushed from the cold and the excitement. He looks back at you, his gaze softening.

"Hey," he whispers, his voice barely more than a breath.

"Hey," you whisper back, feeling your heart race in the stillness.

Without thinking, you lean in, and he does the same. Your lips meet in a tender kiss, the warmth of his mouth contrasting with the chill of the winter air. It's a sweet, genuine moment that feels like the culmination of all the years you've spent together, the perfect expression of the bond you share.

When you finally pull back, you're both smiling, the world around you seeming a little brighter, a little more magical. The snow continues to fall gently, covering the park in a soft, white blanket, and you know that this is a moment you'll treasure forever.

Sunghoon reaches for your hand, entwining his fingers with yours. "This is the best day ever," he says softly.

"Yeah," you agree, squeezing his hand. "It really is."

[kaziwi]

Hello! I'm so happy for this event! May I request n.16 for Kid?

This made me realize i need to write for kid more lol, I hope you enjoy!

Link to Event

"They can hear us"

Character(s): Eustass Kid

WC: 443

"They're right behind us!!" You shouted, turning to look at the thousands of marines after you.

"Well then shut up and run!" Kid turned and yelled at you. You and your captain were running through the streets of the island you docked on after being recognize by the marines. You just wanted to go look at the market place and for some reason your captain insisted on coming along. And now your being chased by marines!! Yay!!

You small a saw alleyway ahead and turned into it, grabbing Kid’s wrist and dragging him with you, There was a big dumpster…so you did the first thing that came to mind and jumped in, hoping your captain would get what you were trying to do.

He jumped right after you…and landed on top of you. Needless to say that hurt.

“Move over!!” You yelled.

“Y/N be quiet!!” Kid hissed back

“You’re crushing me I can barely..mmph!” Kid covered your mouth with his hand and made a shhh sound.

“They can hear us,” he whispered. You had almost forgotten about the marines after basically being suffocated by your captain’s giant body. Kid pulled you a bit closer to him, blocking you from the sight of the marines if they opened the dumpster.

You could hear the marines run through the alley, looking for any sign of you both. After awhile, they left and ran to search somewhere else. You sighed in relief and maneuvered yourself so you could face your captain. He still had a tight hold on you, but he let go after you started to wiggle.

He was looking right at you, but quickly turned when he saw you staring back.

“L-lets get out of here,” he stammered.

Kid opened the top of the dumpster allowing for light to come in. You were both covered in head to toe in trash, and the biggest banana peel was in Kid’s hair. You motioned for him to lean down as you removed it from his head. You threw it back in the trash and turned to him, only to see his face bright red.

“Captain..are you blushing?”

“I AM NOT BLUSHING-mmph,” You covered his mouth with both your hands.

“SHH they could still be close by! Let’s get back to the ship,” You said, grabbing his wrist and leading the way.

Kid stared at your hand around his wrist before moving your hand down to clasp his. You gasped slightly, but didn’t stop running, knowing the marines could be on your trail.

You can only imagine Killer’s surprise when he saw you both running towards the ship, covered in trash, holding hands, and both blushing excessively.

[citysweet]

一 hot woman stranger

curtesy of nel 🙌 @moonystoes

《 wc: 443

《 rushed, but i wanted to write it before i lost motivation

《 might edit and make longer laterr

you swear your heart drops to your ass when some creep comes up to you. god forbid you try to have a good time alone. however, you try to play nice and kindly decline their advances. but when they don't seem to take the hint and back you into a corner, panic settles in your chest.

your eyes are trained on the ground as you silently hope to disappear from this situation somehow. then suddenly you do? a strong arm pulls you away from the wall you're against and into someone's side. "there you are baby, i've been looking for you." your hero says before you look up to give the voice a face.

she's got short hair and pretty eyes, you'd have endless things to compliment her on if that creep wasn't still staring at you, clearly bothered you weren't alone anymore. you give a somewhat truthful grin and your hands hold onto her arm. "i got lost, sorry love." she smiles and turns her attention back to the predator. "are they bothering you mon amour?" she asks,

you shake your head, not wanting to further the altercation, let alone drag some (pretty) stranger into it. but before you can speak, you're cut off. "no. we were just leaving actually." they say, reaching forward to grab your forearm. your eyes widen slightly, but then even more when your savior grabs their hand before they can touch you.

you watch her knuckles go pale from her grip, along with the dark glare she gives them. "you aren't going anywhere with her." she says firmly and you see the creep's demeanor change from brooding and cocky to something of fear. they quickly mask it and scoff, pulling their hand away from hers. "whatever, 'ts a waste of time anyway." they mutter, avoiding the short haired woman's eyes before walking away.

your hands cling onto her arm and you're still tucked into her side when she looks towards you. "are you okay?" she asks, her tone much softer than just a moment ago. you nod, "y-yeah, thank you. so much." she grins, shaking her head. "no problem at all." she says before quickly letting go and backing up slightly.

"sorry." her apology quick and quiet, worried she might've made you uncomfortable. to which you shake your head, "it's okay. really." she smiles before sticking out a hand, "elisa."

"y/n." you answer before talking her firm hand in yours and shaking it. "well, y/n. would you like a drink?" she offers, leaning slightly closer so you could hear her better. "yes, i would." you answer, suddenly happy you wouldn't be spending your evening alone.

© citysweet 1:56am 012824

一 everyone say ty nel for the idea

[miaountainmama]

gently, gently.

a short drabble.

characters: chuuya, you contains: you are depressed af and chuuya comforts you

wc: 443

a/n: uhhh hi i'm new to tumblr let me know if i'm doing anything wrong. posting some old stuff. also i suck at tagging

Am I suffering beautifully?

There are no scars on my flesh for Chuuya to trace. I have left my skin untouched, porcelain smooth, and the hair he runs his fingers through is soft and smooth as silk. I have made great strides to appear unspoiled, and I like to believe that it is impossible to guess that I am anything other than whole from sight alone. But it has been too long, and he knows me better than that. I squeeze my eyes shut as his nails skim feather-light along my scalp, and my fingers curl around the back of his shirt to match the knot in my stomach. He sighs and kisses the crown of my head. I try to focus on his warm, easy breaths, and pretend I am capable of breathing easy too.

Is my agony lovable?

I make sure to thank him often, even when nothing particular has happened. Thank you for being so good to me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for existing. Each time, he says that I have no need to do so, and that he would do it a hundred times over for me. I am set aflame, and a savage love scorches me to my toes. There is no being on this planet I could ever love more fiercely than him.

Can you see me, everything that I am laid bare, and choose to stay?

He comes home sometimes to see me sprawled across the couch, staring at the wall or the ceiling or anything or nothing in particular. “I’m home, love,” he murmurs, gentle even in tone, and I try my best not to cry. There are many who Chuuya is short in temper with, and many who know him as nothing but harsh. But not with me. Never with me. I bring his hands to my lips and kiss his knuckles reverently. Somehow, we both end up tangled on the cushions, and I bare my soul to him without fear of judgement. It is a messy thing, writhing and ugly and oozing viscous, but he quells it before it can rear its head and spit rancor. Now I cannot hold the tears back, and I repeat over and over again that I love him into the warmth of his neck. He says it back and strokes the back of my hand with his thumb. “You’re going to be okay,” he tells me, and I find myself believing it unconditionally. There is nobody who knows me better than him. It is hard to believe, but I try my best to take his word as truth. I will be okay.

I will.