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[requested] perrie edwards icons!

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Taylor Swift + Leigh-Anne layouts 💜🖤🩶🤎💙

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⠀⠀⠀ ★ . . . jade thirlwall layouts!

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taylors swift+little mix

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strap thoughts with the ladies...

featuring: 𝙙𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙖 | 𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣 | 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 | 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚

just some thoughts about some of the genshin ladies because there's a lack of content and i am starving...so i have to do it myself

also, new type of post layout since usually i only write one drabble a post, so let's give it a try :] and lmk what you guys think

dom!dehya, yelan, rosaria, clorinde (separately) and sub!fem (anatomy/pronouns) reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, strap penetration (sub receiving), strap referred to as cock : individual warnings below

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝙙𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙖

warnings: blowjob, implied fingering, cowgirl, praise, teasing, nipple play, 'girl' used in petnames

dehya has your lips stretched wide, her hand on your jaw as she guides you further down her cock. she coos when your hands scramble up onto her spread thighs.

she uses her free hand to gently lace your fingers with hers, allowing your other hand to hold tightly to her thigh.

"such a good girl, aren't you? much sweeter when your mouth is full." dehya smirks when you make a garbled whine, her strap teasing the back of your throat. dehya hushes you softly, moving her hand on your jaw to the back of your head.

she gently pets your head before pushing you impossibly further on her cock. "you want me inside of you, yeah? gotta get it nice and wet for me then, babe." she reminds you, smirking at your pathetic noises.

when she finally gives you reprieve, you come up panting, and she instead pulls you up into a messy, breathless kiss on her lap. her fingers slide up to tease your nipples, pinching them and flicking over them softly.

she pulls away briefly from your lips, laughing when you subconsciously lean forward to chase her. she swipes her thumbs over your glossy lips, using the wetness to tease your nipples, leaning down to blow cold air on them all to hear you whine, squirming on her lap. her cock presses against you as you grind your clit on it, biting your lip.

she looks down at you, biting the inside of her cheek as your slick coats her cock, causing a beautiful sheen in the light.

of course, she's already previously stretched you out on her fingers, giving her time to lay down, gesturing for you to get busy. you hover over her on your knees, brows furrowed as you slowly slide down her cock, gasping at the stretch.

you manage to get a good portion of her inside, but that's not satisfactory in her eyes. "no, come on, baby. you gotta take it all, you can take it, can't you?" she murmurs, caressing your hips. she watches you try to take more, thighs trembling, and she sighs, using the grip on your hips to gently push you down. "relax, sweetheart." she urges, pressing her own hips up to have you taking her down to the base.

dehya relishes in every little noise you make, encouraging you to make more as she assists you in your bouncing, hips snapping up to meet yours.

she looks up at you, practically glowing as your head falls backward, hands pressed to the bed behind you. she hears her name falling from your lips mixed with little sighs and moans, only increasing when she moves a hand off your ass to play with your clit instead.

"that's it...good girl."

𝙮𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

warnings: clothed dom/naked sub, blowjob, handjob, dacryphilia, reverse cowgirl, degradation, rough sex, leash/collar, fingering

yelan sighs, tugging on the leash connected to your collar when your movements are too slow for her liking. "i didn't tell you to stop." she snaps, pulling you closer to the base of her cock.

your nose touches her pelvis as you kneel before her naked, looking up at her still clothed form. all shame is forgotten as you focus on moving your head, now with purposefully limited range as she wraps the leash around her hand again.

she can't help but smile slightly at the image before her. your pretty eyes flitting up to look at her, tears threatening to spill at the way she touches the back of your throat. "you look fucking pathetic." she tells you, yet you can't even feign embarrassment, thighs pressing together.

of course, she doesn't miss the motion, yanking you off her cock as you cough, allowing her to tug you to stand up.

she leans back on the bed, pulling you up onto the bed next to her, gesturing to the expensive bottle of oil (courtesy of the tianquan). the way you pour the oil on your hands, some spilling on your thighs. she lets go of the leash for now, dropping it onto the bed.

her eyes follow the oil droplets as they roll down and melt into your skin, only looking away when your slick hands wrap around her cock, sliding up and down with a tight grip.

yelan grabs one of your hands, lacing your fingers with hers to collect some oil, moving your body so your hips are closer to her chest, keeping your back arched for her as she fingers you with the oil.

your hands on her cock still, one leaving to brace yourself with the bed. she smacks your ass rather harshly, reminding you to keep going, though your fist grows much looser with each time her fingers slide in and out.

once she decides you're ready, shes sliding you down her body so your hips rest over her cock, back turned to her. she takes a firm grip of the leash, watching your pussy slowly slide down her cock, pulling you upright each time you try to lean forward.

when you finally take her all the way, she's back to slapping your ass, forcing you to ride her, even when your thighs shake and arms tremble.

she tugs the leash, stealing your breath away from you as you push past your exhaustion all for her enjoyment, chasing an orgasm she most certainly would draw out.

𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙖 ༊*·˚

warnings: titfucking, mating press, degradation, nipple play, rough sex

rosaria's clawed fingers tilt your chin down rather harshly, forcing you to look at her as you hover over her body on all fours. she grabs your jaw firmly, swiping her thumb over your parted lips.

"you were practically begging me for this, now you're just going to stare at me?" she asks in a cold tone as you avert your gaze, slowly sinking down onto your knees on the floor as she sits up.

she takes her strap by the base, lightly slapping it against your lips, your tongue darting out. she uses the saliva to smack her cock against your cheeks, leaving wetness on your skin.

when you finally open your lips, leaning in to chase her cock she stops you, her hand sliding into your hair to hold you down firmly. "no, don't be greedy...i want you to do something different for me today." she instructs you.

your watch as she takes a beautiful glass bottle of oil, uncapping it and pouring it onto your chest, your hands fumbling to try and catch any oil before it spills.

"rub it into your skin, don't waste it." she orders you, and so you do. your hands come up to rub the oil in, teasing your nipples in the process, and she hums. "play with them a little more."

your fingers circle your breasts around your nipples before gently teasing them again, back arching up with the sensations as she nods. she guides her cock to your chest, using your breasts to slide in between, coating the strap in oil.

truth be told, she doesn't care if your chest is plump or flat, she only cares about your enthusiasm. she loves watching you make a mess of yourself, desperately rubbing her cock against your skin to transfer the oil, doing your very best to please her.

her sharp claws gently scratch your scalp as you move up and down against her. "enough," she says as she gently pushes you back, "up here, now."

the second you're on the bed, you're shoved onto your back, thighs pressed to your chest while she circles her tip around your clit.

the oil makes is easier for the tip to slide through your folds before she eases her cock into you. a slight smirk is finally seen on the corner of her lips as you cry out for her, hands coming to rest on her shoulders, gently digging your nails in.

she doesn't punish you (this time), allowing your back to arch up into her as she stretches you out. once she's decided you've been given enough adjustment time, she fucks you with fervor. your sighs turn to breathy whines as she changes the angle of her hips with frightening accuracy to have your hands sliding down to grip at her biceps instead.

she can feel your thighs trembling as she leans over you. at this point, you're already too far gone for words, and she feels they spoil the moment, so she rewards you with a kiss.

your eyelids flutter shut, lips parting without reminder as her tongue slides against yours, drinking up your little whimpers as she presses into you deeper.

: ̗̀➛ 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚

warnings: handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, doggy style, degradation/praise, light asphyxiation, slightly possessive clorinde, use of 'girl' in petnames

chlorinde watches as you wrap a hand tentatively around her strap, spreading the light sheen of oil from the base to her tip. your thumb gently swipes over the head, and she narrows her eyes slightly, observing you with rapt attention.

she has you kneeled on the bed next to her lap as she lounges, simply watching you prep her cock for you to take. "come here." she holds her hand out to you, and you take it, oil from your fingers coating hers as she pulls your hips to her chest so that youre hovering over her, your face close to her cock.

you glance over your shoulder at her, lips parting to speak, but she silences you with a push to your head, back towards her strap.

tentatively, you go back to what you were doing, stroking her strap. however, you pause when she adjusts your hips, your knees resting near her face as she spreads your pussy over her lips, placing a kiss on your clit.

"clorinde-" you gasp her name, feeling rather than hearing her hum into your pussy.

her hips push up her cock into your hand and you lean forward, taking it into your mouth. as your mouth pushes further down, your back arches oh so prettily for her.

you feel her tug your hips further down on her face, sliding her tongue over your clit, causing you to moan around her cock, fisting the bed sheets with one hand.

her tongue continues its path up to your hole, dipping in, spreading the slick over you further. she takes the liberty of moving your hips for you against her tongue just to hear you whimper, unable to move away.

she continues to play with you until your thighs begin to shake, then she pulls away, forcing your hips up. no matter how you may squirm, you just cant seem to break her hold, so you pull off her cock, spit on the corners of your lips as you whine your complaints to her.

one glare from her is enough to have you correcting your bratty behavior as she rearranges you onto all fours before her.

when you try to look back at her, she pushes your head into the pillows, pulling your hips up. you know better than to lift your head, even when she removes the pressure as she slides her cock up and down your slit.

she holds the base to tease your clit again, and you begin mewling again, trying to sit up and move your hips.

"stay fucking still." she hisses lowly, her hand coming to cage the back of your neck, lightly squeezing. a soft noise escapes your throat as you lie still for her, ever so desperate for her to finally fuck you.

"good girl." she praises when she sees you're listening to her, and your eyes flutter shut at her voice.

when she slides in, it has you crying out her name, pressing in deeply. she squeezes your throat lightly once more before removing her hand in favor of holding your hips. the pace picks up with each thrust until you've collapsed onto the bed on your front.

oh, and when the tip of her cock presses into the spongy spot she knows you adore, she can't help but drape her body over yours. her chest presses into your back as she continues to abuse the spot as you whimper and whine for her.

she can hear how wet you are without even looking, just as you can. she has half a mind to mention it, but with all the mindless babbling you're doing, it would be as good as simply speaking to herself.

you feel a soft kiss, then a bite against your neck, lips sucking marks up and down your throat. her hips slow down, fucking you slower as you pant into the sheets.

"mine...you're all mine." she mumbles, leaning up to pick up the pace again.

[hearts4robs]

𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭.🖋️

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Fandom. DC - Batman - Red Hood

Pairing. Jason Todd x gn!reader

Genre. fluff/soft/sfw🍊

Word count. idk, not a lot

Warnings. A bit of cursing

Req. This was not requested, I just felt motivated and inspired(for once)!!

Summary. Just Jason reading and always having a book on him cuz my mans a nerd and I love him for it🤞😛 this is not proof-read!!!

Notes. Idk how to explain this layout or what it is, but it’s some kind of mix of a short drabble and some head-canons, yk?

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“Did you pack an extra pen?”

“‘Course I did, I always do.”

Jason almost sounded a little annoyed at you, not that he really was. He always brought extra pens with him when it came to books.

“Just making sure.” You say, raising your hands in defeat with a soft, breathy scoff. Jason rolls his eyes at you, hurriedly grabbing his bag, books clattering against each other as he swings it over his shoulder.

“I’ll be out then.” He announces, messily stepping into his shoes. You walk to the hallway, arms crossed over your chest as you lean against the wall, watching, as your big, beefy, book-worm of a boyfriend struggle to shove his feet into his shoes.

“Just untie them and step into them normally, Jay-“

“Oh, piss off, I’m behind schedule.” He quickly cuts you off, finally slipping his heel into the shoe successfully.

“Alright, alright.” You chuckle, stepping forward as Jason yanks his jacket off of its assigned hook. “Bye,” you kiss his cheek, a matching kiss meeting your cheek as he presses his lips to yours. “love you! Say hi to Alfred from me, please.” You remind him, both that you love him and to say hi to his beloved (and absolutely amazing) butler.

“Will do.” He says simply, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “Love you too, stay safe and don’t burn down my kitchen.” Jason reminds you, hastily, as he makes his way out the door, jacket carelessly resting over his arm, rummaging through his bag.

“Our kitchen, Jason!” You yell after him, shaking your head with a stupid grin on your face, the door to your apartment falling closed. You turn around to leave and return to the kitchen before the door swings open again.

“Babe, I need my pen. Have you seen it?”

You whip around, frowning with a soft, confused look as Jason stands up the doorway, halfway inside, open book folding in hand.

“Did you not just say you had it?” You question, cocking your head slightly to the side as you go to the nearest countertop, moving various books to try and search for his pen.

Jason rolls his eyes, running a hand through his hair.

“Just give me my pen, please.” He pleads, a mix of annoyance and embarrassment lacing into his tone. You laugh, grabbing his pen from a half-finished book. You walk to the hallway, throwing it to him. He grins, shoving it between his teeth in a small grin before he waves, disappearing out the door again.

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He forgets his pens all the time. He can’t help it, let my poor man be.

He always has a book on him. As a man who mainly wears cargo pants, he always has a book in one of those side pockets. A book small enough to fit and slip right into and out of his pocket when needed. 5 minute bus ride? He’s reading. 10 minutes walk? You best believe he’s reading while walking.

Jason writes every first thought into his book. He analyses everything, scribbling down on the pages, slapping on sticky notes if he runs out of space.

He cracks the spines of all his books(same). He doesn’t mind the messy look, he likes to think they look a bit more, loved, if that makes sense.

He doesn’t own a single bookshelf. All his books are piled on anything but bookshelves. Sure, the mansion has a library, but so does he. In the form of a kitchen cabinet, top of his fridge, beneath his bead and the floor. Works just fine!

He has a very specific system when it comes to writing in his books. He’ll underline a lot of stuff, but it depends on the thickness of his line, what the line makes him feel. The thicker the line, the more emotion.

He once got a book where whenever a character spoke, there was no “__”, not even a -__-. He spent double the time reading the book because he to re-read and self insert the “__”’s. Never bought a book from that author again.

#proudcolleenhooverhater (he’s never read her books but Babs said they were a no-go either way)

He loves to gift you books he’s already read and annotated. Once gifted you a book and whenever something reminded him of you, he’d make a little star beside the line.

This man cannot spell the word ‘lullaby’. (This has nothing to do with the headcanons, I just thought abt it.)

Jason has a 36 hours long playlist for reading (and assigned vinyls if he feels more for vinyls)

He does not give a fuck about where he is, he will read if he wants to. Gala? Ok. Family dinner? Dick stfu, he’s reading. Patrol? He has cargo pants, let him be.

Jason uses reading glasses but only when he’s at home, in the safe walls of his apartment because he will not be giving his siblings bullying material FOR FREE.

[eeechooo]

She Gets Me

Fandom : Lockwood & Co

Pairing : Reader x George Karim

Request : @thestrangerblog

George has a pen pal (Reader) with whom he feels a deep connection, sharing similar interests and ways of thinking. They decide to finally meet in person for a casual picnic. As George gets ready in his usual casual clothes, Lockwood and Holly question his outfit, suggesting he should dress to impress. George firmly replies, "That’s how I am. Take it or leave it."

You’d been counting down the days. After months of exchanging letters filled with theories about ghostly phenomena, discussions on obscure historical facts, and shared frustrations about the peacock types in your respective fields, you were finally going to meet George in person. The picnic was your idea—a casual, no-pressure setting where you could both be yourselves. You had carefully chosen a spot in the park, a place with a mix of sun and shade, where the two of you could talk for hours without interruption.

Meanwhile, at 35 Portland Row, George was in his room, staring at his open wardrobe. He rifled through his clothes, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. Should he go for something a bit more polished? Maybe a shirt without holes? No, he decided, shaking his head. He pulled out his favourite band T-shirt, one that had seen countless adventures and cases. It was soft, comfortable, and familiar—much like how he hoped the meeting with you would feel. He paired it with his trusty worn jeans, the ones that fit just right.

As he glanced at himself in the mirror, he ran a hand through his messy hair, trying to tame it but ultimately giving up. It sprang back to its usual dishevelled state. George nodded to himself, a small, satisfied smile playing on his lips. This was him, and he wanted you to meet the real George.

Downstairs, Lockwood and Holly were waiting, their curiosity barely contained. Lockwood, with his usual impeccable style, crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow as George descended the stairs.

‘You’re going like this?’ Lockwood asked, his tone a mix of disbelief and amusement.

George paused on the last step, looking down at his outfit, then back up at Lockwood. ‘Yeah, why not?’ he replied, shrugging. ‘It’s a picnic, not a gala.’

Holly, always the picture of grace and fashion, tilted her head and scanned George’s attire critically. ‘A picnic, George? Don’t you want to make a good impression?’

George rolled his eyes, feeling a mix of irritation and amusement. ‘I’m meeting someone who already knows me, Holly. They’ve read my letters, they know my thoughts. If they don’t like me for who I am, then what’s the point?’

Lockwood and Holly exchanged a glance. Lockwood’s stern expression softened slightly. ‘Just make sure you bring back some good stories,’ he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips.

Holly sighed but smiled warmly. ‘Fine, but at least comb your hair a bit more.’

George laughed, running his fingers through his hair in a half-hearted attempt to neaten it. ‘Happy now?’ he asked with a grin.

‘Close enough,’ Holly replied with a chuckle.

As George walked out the door, he felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He was about to meet someone who had become a significant part of his life through letters. Someone who understood his passions and frustrations. He hoped the reality would match the connection they had built on paper. Who understood him.

You arrived at the park a little early, your heart racing with anticipation. You chose a spot under a large oak tree, spreading out the picnic blanket and arranging the food with meticulous care. The sun bathed everything in a warm glow, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves above, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

As you adjusted the layout, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves. You wondered if George would be the same in person as he was in his letters—thoughtful, engaging, and deeply passionate about the supernatural.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. You looked up and saw George, exactly as you had imagined him: dishevelled hair, casual clothes, and a warm, genuine smile.

‘Hey,’ he greeted, his voice as familiar as his written words.

‘George!’ you exclaimed, standing up to meet him. ‘It’s so great to finally meet you in person.’

He smiled back, a bit shyly. ‘You too.’

You both settled down on the blanket, and the initial awkwardness quickly dissolved as you began to talk. The conversation flowed naturally, just like in your letters. You discussed the latest happenings in your agencies, shared your most recent discoveries, and vented about the superficial people you had to deal with in your line of work.

‘I can’t stand those types at Rotwell,’ you said, rolling your eyes. ‘You know, the ones who think a charming smile and a nice suit make them experts.’

George laughed heartily, nodding in agreement. ‘Tell me about it. They’re more interested in networking than actual research. It’s infuriating. Holly used to work with them, the lunatic.’

You felt a deep sense of camaraderie. Here was someone who truly understood your frustrations and shared your passion for uncovering the truth about the supernatural. That's exactly what you needed and wanted.

As the afternoon wore on, George began to talk about his latest project—a discovery he had made about the origins of a particularly aggressive Type Two. His eyes lit up with excitement as he described the breakthrough, his hands animatedly sketching out the details on a napkin.

‘And the best part?’ he said, leaning in closer. ‘It ties back to an old Persian legend my grandmother used to tell me. I’ve been researching it for months, and I finally made the connection.’

You listened intently, captivated by his enthusiasm and depth of knowledge. It was clear how much he loved what he did, and it made you appreciate him even more.

As the conversation shifted, George started talking about his passion for cooking, particularly Persian dishes. He recounted stories of his grandmother’s recipes, describing the rich, aromatic flavours with a reverence that made your mouth water. You remembered him writing about it, but now you could smell the faint scent of saffron on him, making it real.

‘You’ll have to try my tahdig sometime,’ he said with a grin. ‘It’s a crispy rice dish, and I’ve perfected the recipe over the years.’

You smiled, feeling a warm connection with him. ‘I’d love that. It sounds delicious.’

The sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the park. You both fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. The fading light painted a serene picture around you, enhancing the sense of intimacy between you—a shared understanding and mutual respect that went beyond words.

George glanced at you, a soft smile playing on his lips. ‘This has been really great,’ he said quietly.

You nodded, feeling a rush of warmth. ‘It really has.’

As the sky turned shades of orange and pink, you knew that this meeting was just the beginning. There was so much more to explore together—more conversations, more shared moments, and perhaps even more Persian dishes to taste.

Back at 35 Portland Row, Lockwood and Holly were waiting eagerly for George’s return. They sat in the cosy library, Holly flipping through a book while Lockwood sipped on a cup of tea, both stealing glances at the clock every few minutes.

Finally, they heard the door open and George’s footsteps approaching. Lockwood set down his cup, his expression curious yet guarded. Holly closed her book gently, her eyes bright with anticipation.

‘Well?’ Lockwood prompted as George entered the room, a contented smile playing on his lips.

George grinned, the glow of satisfaction evident in his eyes. ‘It was amazing,’ he began, his voice filled with excitement. ‘We talked for hours. She’s exactly as I imagined—smart, funny, and so easy to talk to. We just clicked.’

Lockwood raised an eyebrow, his demeanour cautious. ‘And did you discuss any sensitive matters?’

George’s smile faltered slightly. He knew exactly what Lockwood was referring to—Joplin, the painful reminder of the dangers of revealing too much to those outside the agency. Too much, about the Problem, about him.

‘Nothing too sensitive,’ George assured him quickly, his tone earnest. ‘Just general discussions about work, our interests... you know.’

Holly’s eyes softened with understanding as she exchanged a glance with Lockwood. They both knew how cautious they had to be, especially after what happened with Pamela. Lockwood leaned forward in his chair, his expression serious yet supportive.

‘We’re glad to hear it went well,’ Lockwood said genuinely, reaching out to give George a pat on the back.

‘Yeah,’ Holly agreed, her voice gentle. ‘Sounds like you found someone who appreciates the real you.’

George nodded, feeling a sense of contentment settle over him. ‘I think I have,’ he replied softly, grateful for their concern yet eager to protect this new connection he had forged.

He knew he had to tread carefully, to not let his guard down completely. But in that moment, surrounded by his trusted friends who had become like family, George felt a rare sense of hope—that maybe, just maybe, this time things could be different.

After the first picnic with George, you returned home feeling a mixture of exhilaration and contentment. As you stepped into your shared apartment, your roommate greeted you with a knowing smile, her eyes twinkling mischievously over the rim of her teacup.

‘Well, well, well,’ she teased playfully. ‘How was your date?’

You chuckled, setting down your bag and joining her at the kitchen table. ‘It wasn’t a date,’ you clarified with a grin. ‘Just a picnic. But it was amazing. George is exactly as I imagined him—smart, funny, and so easy to talk to.’

Your roommate raised an eyebrow knowingly. ‘Sounds like a date to me,’ she quipped, taking another sip of her tea.

You rolled your eyes good-naturedly. ‘Okay, maybe it felt a little bit like a date,’ you admitted, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks.

She leaned forward, curiosity evident in her expression. ‘So, are you going to see him again?’

You nodded, a smile tugging at your lips. ‘I hope so. We really clicked.’

She grinned, setting her teacup down with a satisfied nod. ‘I’m happy for you. It’s about time you met someone who gets you.’

You felt a rush of warmth at her words. It was comforting to have someone who understood you so well, who supported your happiness without hesitation.

‘Yeah,’ you replied softly, gratitude filling your voice. ‘Me too.’

As you recounted the highlights of the picnic—George’s stories, his passion for the supernatural, and even his talent for cooking—your roommate listened attentively, sharing in your excitement and offering words of encouragement.

By the end of the conversation, you couldn't help but feel even more certain about the connection you had with George. And as you settled into bed that night, thoughts of future picnics and conversations danced through your mind, filling you with anticipation for what was to come.

Days turned into weeks, and George found himself eagerly anticipating each interaction with you. Whether it was meeting for coffee after work or exchanging late-night messages about the latest supernatural phenomena, every moment spent together deepened your connection.

Lockwood and Holly watched with cautious optimism as George navigated this new friendship. They could see how much George valued you, how your presence brought a new lightness to his demeanour. And while they remained vigilant, they couldn’t deny the genuine joy they saw in George’s eyes. After a month of bright eyes from their coworker and best friend with your name always on his lips, Lucy, Lockwood, and Holly decided that, perhaps, they could trust you.

As weeks passed, the bond between you and George continued to grow stronger. Every meeting brought new conversations, shared laughter, and a deepening understanding of each other's passions and quirks. Lockwood, Lucy, and Holly observed with cautious optimism, seeing how much joy you brought into George's life and how well you fit there, with him.

One evening, George received a rather unexpected invitation from Lockwood. ‘How about dinner at 35 Portland Row tomorrow night?’ Lockwood suggested "casually". ‘I thought it would be nice for all of us to spend some time together.’

George, surprised yet pleased, agreed. He relayed the invitation to you, and you gladly accepted, feeling both nervous and excited at the prospect of spending more time with George outside of your usual hangouts.

The next evening, you arrived at 35 Portland Row, the unfamiliar house exuding an air of mystery and warmth. You opted for a casual outfit—a comfortable jumper and jeans—but as soon as you stepped inside, Holly and Lucy greeted you with laughter.

‘Oh, you look absolutely adorable!’ Holly exclaimed, her eyes twinkling without an ounce of malice.

Lucy smiled warmly. ‘It's nice to see someone not dressed to impress for once.’

You chuckled, feeling immediately at ease with their playful banter. Lockwood appeared from the study, a gracious smile on his face as he welcomed you.

‘Welcome, please make yourself at home,’ Lockwood said, gesturing towards the dining room where the table was set for dinner.

The evening flowed smoothly as everyone settled in. Lockwood proved to be a gracious host, regaling you with stories of their recent cases and engaging you in lively discussions about supernatural phenomena. You found yourself drawn into the conversation, sharing your own insights and experiences, feeling a sense of belonging among George's friends.

During dinner, you found yourself seated next to George. He smiled warmly at you, his eyes reflecting the same joy and comfort you felt. As you talked, you realised how much you shared in common—not just your interests in the supernatural, but your values and perspectives on life itself.

‘I'm glad you're here,’ George whispered to you softly as you savoured his exquisite cooking.

‘Me too,’ you replied with a genuine smile, feeling a warmth spreading through your heart.

Lockwood and Lucy watched the interaction with subtle approval, exchanging knowing glances. After dinner, as you helped clear the table, Lockwood approached George discreetly.

‘I trust your judgment, George,’ Lockwood murmured, his voice low but earnest. ‘Both in your work and in your... friendships.’

George met Lockwood's gaze, a sense of gratitude and responsibility settling over him. ‘Thank you, Lockwood,’ he replied quietly. ‘I appreciate that.’

Lockwood nodded, his expression serious yet supportive. ‘You've both earned it,’ he added before returning to help Holly and Lucy with the dishes.

As you said your goodbyes later that evening, you felt a renewed sense of connection with George and his friends. And as you walked away from 35 Portland Row, you knew that you were becoming a part of something special, something that felt like home.

I AM SO LATE LMAODOSO HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY!!! I hope it was good, my laptop has been annoying the whole time I couldn't really get IN you know.

I love how george is just being like yes I'm gonna meet her and it's either she likes me or she can go home

I'm trying to get back to writing, the exams killed me but it's okay I'll fight back SO IF YOU WANT TO MAKE ANY REQUEST IT'S OPEN

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[seumyo]

ARCHIVED SCRAPBOOK ᯓ★ EUMY’S 1K FOLLOWERS EVENT (CLOSED)

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Your personality, hobbies, interests, likes and dislikes, and nationality (OPTIONAL). This would help me get to know you a little better!

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A color (or three) + A song that describes your relationship with the character.

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[chocotonez]

skz love languages: acts of service

a/n: I have so many ideas yet none exist in my head,,that’s not meant to be poetic it just means I struggled with some of these

genre/warnings: I don’t think there’s any, gn reader (should be, pls tell me if there’s anything implying otherwise!!), swearing, guys I promise I know my grammar I just like casual language for my hcs

chan

-okay these will be short and sweet because I have so many thoughts

-folds your clothes along with his, or washes your laundry with his

-remembers your schedule so he can remind you of important events

-gives you tips if you ever go to the gym together and shares his water with you

-blows on hot food before he gives it to you

-takes photos of things he remembered you talking about when he’s at the store and asks if you want it

-holds your hands in his when it’s cold and rubs them to warm them up!!

-brings you water/snacks if you’re studying/working with little notes on them saying ur doing a good job <3

-brings extra tissues or lip balm or hand sanitizer just in case you need it

minho

-okay this is kinda niche but like clearing out your phone tabs or compter tabs and scolding you if you have a messy layout or smth like that

-texts reminders to you regularly, drink water, eat, take meds, clean your desk when you get home…

-sends you cute gifs to cheer you up

-always checks in with your feelings in his own way “hey u big baby, are you okay? do you need anything?”

-pretends to laugh at the videos you send him because even tho they’re usually kinda lame it’s from you and that makes him smile but he’ll never admit that </3

-organizes any mess you left behind, puts your dishes away or puts your shoes away and then makes fun of u for being “messy”

-wipes away food you got on your face

-begrudgingly lets you have more blanket when you sleep/cuddle together because he doesn’t want to see u cold or uncomfortable :(

-takes your glasses/jewelry off if you fell asleep with them on

changbin

-opens jars/wrappers/bags for you

-lifts you into his shoulders at festivals

-because it’s October here’s a lil Halloween inclusion of him holding your hands at haunted houses and yelling at the scare actors for you <3 (also because it’s his way of coping lol)

-turns lights off/closes doors if you forget

-if you’re in the bathroom before bed he fluffs up your pillows so ur all comfy and cozy

-reads messages you got out loud if you’re preoccupied with something else, or alerts you if something seems important

-tells you stupid bedtime stories to help you go back to sleep if you had a nightmare

-begins to buy larger umbrellas so you both can stay dry together

-if you wear makeup he wants to help you by either by blending it or just straight applying it and giggling like a kid because “it’s fun”

hyunjin

-brushes your hair and styles it

-this might be also niche but holding onto your shoulders while you walk rather than your hand because it feels more secure?? also because he feels like he can bring you closer to him

-I never really write idol s/os but the idea of him looking over to you during an awards show to periodically make sure ur okay makes me melt

-feeds you and then pinches ur cheeks while laughing

-usually lets you choose the movie/show you want to watch, same with places to eat (unless you don’t know what to pick, then he’ll help you figure it out)

-runs you weekly bubble baths for you two to relax in

-holds/opens doors for you

-always wants you to relax, back rubs or nights off and doing face masks together

-he applies ur face masks for you :)

han

-he’s more of a receiver than a giver for this love language, his is mostly mixed with gift gifting

-making you playlists or untitled songs or coded titles so only you can find them on his Spotify :)

-he adjusts ur clothes, I feel like he’s the type of boyfriend to pick lint off of u without being promoted

-he’s a bit messy so he’ll tend to throw things into your drawer so it at least has the appearance of looking neat, he’ll help u organize if that’s what u want tho!! U just need to ask <3

-always checks in on you unprompted tho, makes sure you’re doing well at any hour of the day and whines

-he either spam texts u or shows up at your house with no warning to check up on you

-stands up for u but subtlety (English is not my first language it took me like seven tries to get that right pmg)

-BUT as I was saying, if you want to go to a restaurant but ur too shy to say it in front of the ppl ur hanging out with, he’ll be like “I WANNA GO TO ____” until they relent <3

felix

-kills bugs for you

-teaches you how to bake and if he’s alone, he’ll bake extra treats for you (his fave thing to bake u r cupcakes !! )

-helps you build furniture and never teases u if you don’t get something <333

-if you play online games together he’ll try to always watch your back and fight off enemies for you

-or if you prefer taking the offensive, he’ll simply cheer you on :))

-sends flowers to your workplace/leaves them on your kitchen counter

-stargazes with you or plans out meaningful dates where he treats you

-makes you playlists

-sings you lullabies if you can’t sleep or just wanna hear him

-stays up after you to make sure you went to bed okay

seungmin

-plugs in your phone for you before bed

-he always listens to your advice or at least takes it into heavy consideration, makes sure you feel heard

-asks if his jokes ever go too far

-“excuse me, they asked for no pickles”

-alway thanks you for acts of services that you do for him, leaves sweet texts or letters expressing his gratitude

-weirdly sweet remarks about how you’re so pretty it’s annoying or “who gave you permission to look so good tonight?”

-covers your eyes during scary parts of movies

-unless asked, he always lets you sleep in on weekends but never fails to be a human alarm clock if your digital one isn’t working

-wakes up before you 99% of the time so he can at least start a cup of coffee/breakfast for you

-pesters you into taking care of yourself (laying on top of you until you brush your teeth, tickling you until you relent to drinking water…)

jeongin

-never breaks pinky promises, and always tells you in advance if there’s a schedule conflict so you don’t have to wait

-if he pays you back for anything he adds a little message “thanks for lunch, love you so much”

-tries new things for you because he trusts you, and encourages you to step out of your comfort zone as well

-asks if you’d like anything before he goes to the grocery store, and always remembers it

-thanks you randomly for being such a good partner or if you did something nice in the past few days

-always gives you a comfortable space to express yourself in, lets you talk and never interrupts you

-makes sure you stay uninterrupted as well, glares down anyone who speaks over u lolol

-makes a special handshake between the two of you

-very playful acts of services but they r still acts of services <3

[raining-tulips]

hi! i just found your blog :) love your commonplace book scans! if you don’t mind me asking, could you give a more in-depth explanation of what commonplacing is exactly and what your process is? i’m intrigued and considering getting into it but i wouldn’t even know where to start! thanks a lot xx

Absolutely! So my commonplace is specifically all movies, qoutes, articles, tumblr/Instagram posts, book excerpts, etc. that either resonated with me or I think I'll want to reference later. That is the heart of what common placing is - saving things for later physically rather than digitally.

Some of these just pop up in my feed, and I'll hit the like or save button. If it's an article, it usually first pops up as a preview on my Instagram and I'll open the full article on my desktop than bookmark it in a specific folder for common placing.

Sometimes, when I want to actively find something out (say, about if perfume is really bad for the environment, or I want to look at author interviews because I just loved a book) I will go out and search for that information.

Then, usually once a week I compile everything I'd like to print - i print the sources bc my handwriting is messy - into a word document formatted for two columns. I try and hold off printing until i have a full page worth, or two full page worth.

For images, I have another word document (these are printed in color, and i usually have to jigsaw to fit as many images on the page as possible, so different word document). Same thing, I try and wait until I have a full page to print. Usually x2 a month. I sometimes will print with an HP sprocket but the quality is really bad and the pictures are thick so, it's for when I'm out of printer ink or I think a photo will look okay with a sorta...uneven look.

I use just a Staples brand journal, TruRed. Cheap and easy. I draw a line at the top so I can write the date, and in the future if I want to tag it with a colored sticker or something, I can. My layouts usually include divided space on either the left or right of a page. The article goes in the bigger open space, and then the source (always write your source!!) and any commentary goes in the smaller margins.

Commentary is usually why I wanted to print it, what it reminds me of or makes me think about, etc. What I think the argument was missing, etc. Can be as little or as much as you like. As emotional and deep or as plain-jane as you like. There are no rules!

I trim printed text and images with a 12 inch trimmer bc I've got wobbly hands, but some people just use a little (blanking on the name) exacto knife? Any 12 inch trimmer will do mine is expensive but I also scrapbook so I use it all the time.

I paste things in using a tape runner (again, because I scrapbook and found a tape runner and my mom sells scrapbook supplies they're very accessible to me). Some people use tape, washi tape, glue sticks (liquid glue I've never seen).

And yeah, then I just decorate and play around. It doesn't have to be pretty. It can be really pretty if you want - I'm motivated by aesthetics, so, I like mine to be a little pretty.

If you'd like to see how I actually put it together and why I print certain things, my YouTube channel is the place to go.

Some people tape in movie tickets, receipts from where they shopped or ate, pictures from daily life. Some people mix common-placing and journaling, so including diary entries about their day or about a topic they love, or their thoughts and feelings (I keep mine in a separate journal, explained in this video). Some people mix common-placing with bullet journal or planning. Some combine all three!

At the end I just use a printer scanner (HP Envy 5500, cheap) and post them online that way bc I love the look.

People who have other styles you might try and look at are @petite-gloom (an OG who inspired me and many others) @fakelavender , @teddybearsticker .

[haribrinas]

Can u do Perrie Edwards? TY.

omg absolutely… here <3

[hiraya-rawr]

01 // sly villain – diluc .

note !! the first part out of two chapters (completed). a rewrite and copied from one of my first Tumblr fics, Sly Villain. (very cringe) Part 1 is more of a brainrot, part 2 is a fic.

contains !! she/her reader, fic + brainrot format, very messy, villainous reader, soft obsessive themes, mild violence, rated mature but otherwise sfw. very much inspired by that diluc cutscene where he interrogated an abyss mage by burning.

synopsis !! Imagine sneaking around Mondstadt as a Fatui Agent and getting caught by the Darknight Hero. He demands to know what you're planning or any sort of information, and you perfectly act the part of a scared underling who's only following orders. You can't help it, you're at the bottom of the Fatui food chain, you’re a disposable puppet. This is what you tell him in tears as he hesitantly lets you go. It's weeks later when you shake his hand, introducing yourself as the 12th Harbinger.

It was simple, really.

After La Signora’s parting, her previous roles were divided amongst the Harbingers; and despite her rather. . . domineering personality, she was a competent businesswoman who dealt with all the diplomatic affairs under her jurisdiction.

One of them being Mondstadt.

In all honesty, you would’ve chosen Sumeru. You heard about that little outlander, desperately looking for their sibling and ruining the plans of your coworkers. How you imagined what it would be like to finally meet such an interesting figure in your grey, bleak life.

Before you could even offer to take on Sumeru, that darned Dottore had grabbed the papers and convinced Pierro he was most suited for the job, leaving you to that plain ol’ windy nation – leaving you desperate for a source of entertainment now that your opportunity to meet the traveler was taken.

You skimmed through the records you were provided as your carriage rode down to the last stop before the city: Springvale. Previous notes of Signora, mixed with official and unofficial reports by the Fatui stationed there. You add in your own thoughts by the end of each report.

Jean Gunnhildr – Acting Grand Master, KoF. Daughter of the Gunnhildr Clan. Sister to Barbara Pegg. Anemo user. Boring. Goody two shoes.

Eula Lawrence – Reconnaissance Captain, KoF. Daughter of the Lawrence Clan. Cryo User. Useful? Can be turned against Mond?

Kaeya Alberich – Cavalry Captain, KoF. Previously fostered by the noble Ragnvindr Clan. Cryo User. Familiar. Under Pierro's sight. Why though?

The list was long and extensive -a testament to Signora’s eye for detail- but to you, it just meant more useless things. You could care less about anyone’s life story. Flipping through the pages, your eyes settled on one empty page.

Or, an almost empty page.

Darknight Hero – Pyro User. Vigilante. Wears all black + mask. Sabotaged the following missions*. Sabotaged the following stations and camps** (SEE BELOW).

You've always been the careful type, wanting to know the layout of every city you've stepped foot in. The aspect of being at a disadvantage simply because it's not your home base bothered you. And this? This was an opportunity to feed your boredom. Perhaps you'd find something worthwhile.

Mondstadt was serene at night; the stroll to the city from Springvale was almost enjoyable had you not been so excited to sneak into the city in a cicin mage uniform! You didn't attempt to hide your suspicious actions — no, you wanted to get caught. Not that you were confident he'd be patrolling; somehow, you just knew the rumored hero would be around.

And you were right! The minute you attempted to approach an unsuspecting teenager staying up way past their bedtime, you were kicked back into an alley. Movement so efficient and silent, you were almost shocked. A masked man with flaming red hair pushes you up against the wall, his tight grip on your wrist rapidly heating to the point it might leave burns.

‘Is this a pyro vision?’

He stares you down with a glare, eyes prettier than any ruby or agnidus agate you own. You almost smirk as excitement builds up in your stomach.

“What's your purpose here? Don't you dare tell me it's for diplomacy. This area is off-bounds for the Fatui.” He spat. The way he says Fatui with so much hatred has your back shivering in delight.

“I- I was only wandering around!” You stutter as you weakly tug at his vice grip.

“What were you planning to do with that teenager?” He pushes your body back again, the back of your head hitting the concrete wall.

“I- was going to ask for directions!”

“Don't lie to me. You've been lurking around the area. You're not lost.” You felt him losing patience as your wrist burns slightly. It hurts enough to make you whimper, but you can't help the internal joy upon your discovery: the darknight hero isn't just a random civilian doing vigilante work — no, he's a vision user with enough experience to interrogate and stalk a Fatui agent.

“L-like I said, I needed directions! Please let me go!”

“I can burn more than just your wrist if you keep this up.” Tears welled up in your eyes as you made an obvious sob. You feel the heat in your wrist diminishing.

‘So he's a sympathetic anti-hero? How cute,’ You thought to yourself.

“I-I’m just an agent under the 12th Harbinger! I was ordered to scout the area in p-preparation for her arrival. That's all I was told, I swear!”

“What do you mean that's all you know?” He says with a low growl, before he can continue you start to ramble, perfecting the reaction of a scared little agent.

“This e-envoy trip is my first big assignment, please! I’m at the bottom of-of the Fatui hierarchy, I-I just followed orders.” The masked vigilante stares at you for a few seconds longer, eyes narrowing in suspicion. As Diluc, he's starting to feel like the villain in the way he's threatening a vulnerable newbie but his gut was telling him that something was terribly wrong here. it's not easy to fool the overly careful darknight.

Pride swelled in you the moment he roughly releases his grip. There was a moment of silence as you bring your wrist to your chest, whimpering while you observe the slight burns that might leave a mark for a few months.

“I suggest you think twice about your career choice,” He says, looking back at you. You nod quickly, unsure if he feels remorse or sympathy but the fact that he walks away without another word implies that he wasn't planning on taking the conversation any further.

The minute you arrived in the hotel that fateful night, you immediately ordered your agents to find out the identity of Mondstadt’s darknight hero. Each day, they would tell you they failed. Each day, you'd punish them for their failures. To your agents, they saw it as the beginning of an obsession: this was only supported by the fact that you'd caress the burn mark on your wrist so sweetly.

It was your impatience that caused you to use your vision in order to figure out the darknight’s identity. Imagine your delight when you found out it was Mondstadt’s very own bachelor and tycoon, whom you'll be meeting in a few days.

It was your long-awaited moment. Your underling opened the carriage door. Your heart started beating loudly– Not out of nervousness — no, it was the pure excitement of meeting such an interesting figure that can quench your boredom with life.

You walked up the stairs to the Favonius headquarters, seeing the Acting Grandmaster putting on a polite smile, the famous librarian right next to her, and — him.

Diluc Ragnvindr stood with the aura you expected of a nobleman. He didn't sport a polite smile or a welcoming atmosphere, yet he was beautiful and you craved for him. You greeted the ladies first with a small bow, exchanging quick pleasantries and introducing yourself as the 12th Harbinger before turning to the redhead.

He raises his hand — whether it was in an effort to kiss the back of your knuckles or to shake your hand, you'll never know — Instead he pauses when he sees the hand you place on his. Burn mark in full view where the imprints of his fingers never quite faded. You smile at him, the object of your obsession.

“I don't believe this is the first time we met, Lord Ragnvindr.”

masterlist 02 || original ch. 01 || ch. 02 (end) || part 1 is more of a brainrot, but part 2 is a fic

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FNaF DBD Chapter Speculation

Characters and Cosmetics

As we're sure you've heard, FNaF is coming to DBD after YEARS of being requested! We thought it'd be fun to look at who the potential characters coming to the game could be, and their cosmetics as well (that's the real fun part).

First, who do we think is gonna be added to the game?

Considering this crossover didn't get green lit until the success of the movie, we're gonna say it's all movie based.

Safest bet is:

Killer- The Yellow Rabbit

Survivors- Mike and Vanessa

They make the most sense, they're the main antagonist and protagonists of the movie respectively. Obviously excluding Abby, but we doubt they'd ever add her. There are no little kid survivors in DBD.

Now onto potential cosmetics!

This is mainly just stuff we'd like to see based on previous games as there isn't much cosmetic options present in the movie. Mixing the games and the movie is a smart idea to entice and excite fans of the franchise anyway!

The Yellow Rabbit:

Springtrap

Alright this one was obvious. Of course they're gonna do this. How could they not?

Freddy Fazbear

It is an interesting dilemma that the name sake of the franchise is so unimportant. So it wouldn't be surprising if Freddy got a skin. The skins are still canon to the Entity's realm as well, so fret not.

Clown Springtrap

Probably his most iconic costume from the AR game! But maybe we are biased, clown characters are always the best.

Mike Schmidt:

Game accurate purple shirt

You know the look, look at that pelvic thrust!

PURPLE GUY?!

In the same vein we got the iconic guy who is purple but isn't actually purple guy.

Foxy Bully

The event that started it all. Maybe? Probably not actually. But it certainly was a messy event! Both for the lore and William's business!

Vanessa Afton Shelly:

Ok just gonna put in now that we are extremely biased for Vanessa. Besides the DCA, she is our favorite character from the games and movie! Security Breach was an amazing concept that was unfortunately executed poorly. It's a shame Vanessa and Vanny never really got their chance to shine.

Game Accurate Security Guard

Game Vanessa, what more is there to say? White girl jumpscare!

Vanny

Now it'd be hard to give her the full suit, players would think she's a killer. But maybe they could give her a mask, similar to Cassie's in Ruin. This mask would just be a head only accessory. Mainly meant to go on the game accurate outfit.

Rainbow Hair And Pronouns

In the AR game when Vanessa was going by "Ness" she was described as having rainbow hair streaks. It is a shame this was never in the game. Please girl, come slay. Kill that old man William with your pronouns, hair dye, and definitely lesbianism.

Charlie Emily:

Another separate character costume. Charlie was the very first female protagonist in the FNaF franchise and really the first in depth fleshed out character we ever got. So fuck of course she deserves a spot! The original novel trilogy is what led to so much of the lore we have today. Sure the novels had their weird moments, but Charlie was a stand out amazing character. We miss novel Charlie, this would be a great way to bring her back!

That's all we've got for character and cosmetic ideas! We assume the map(s) will just be an indoor pizzeria layout of some kind. But as someone who fucking hates indoor DBD maps it'll be a pipe dream they add an outdoor Fall Fest map to tease The Secret Of the Mimic. That'll never happen though so ignore that and chug salt.

[nixytea]

sober | p.sh (drabble)

in which you bump into your dreaded ex at a new year’s party. mentions of drinking, alcohol and parties etc, characters are of legal age. i feel like i need to add this but ive never drunk a drop of alcohol in my life, bear with me.

it’s times like this you wish you’d listened to your gut instinct.

here you are, standing outside the front door of jay park’s family mansion. even from inside your friend’s car, you could already hear the pounding music two streets away. and now that you’re here, the noise is starting to give you a headache. but hey, it wasn’t every day you’d celebrate the coming of a new year, right? “c’mon, y/n, just this once. please?” your friends had practically begged you to tag along, and against your better judgement you’d agreed.

as you step through the doorway, the supposed host of the party approaches your group. only slightly inebriated, jake sim has a barely noticeable off-kilter walk. “hey guys. hey y/n, surprised you’d show your face around here. not that you’re not allowed to be here, of course, but isn’t it kinda awkward to show up to a party co-hosted by your ex?” his words are pretty coherent, albeit a little too curious, but you can attribute that to the alcohol in his system.

by now, the pulsing red lights have left you dazed, and it’s all you can do to keep your focus on jake and not the sweaty mass of bodies dancing around you. “just because i came here doesn’t mean i have to see him.”

jake chuckles, slapping you on the back as he hands you a plastic cup. “right, i forget sometimes. you’re the one who tolerated park sunghoon for more than a year. a force to be reckoned with, huh? go grab some punch and loosen up a little. you could use it.” he retreats into the crowd, his steps steadier than before.

when you turn around, your friends are already gone. “well, here’s to a great night,” you mumble, tipping the plastic cup into your mouth. the drink has the slight zing of alcohol mixed in, and it gives you the much-needed fuzziness you need to get through the night. today marks the start of a new year, one where you don’t have to give park sunghoon the time of day.

a quick glance around the room is all you need to confirm that your friends have indeed disappeared into mangled knot of arms and legs that are partygoers, and you probably won’t find them until the night’s over. no matter, you know the layout of the place like the back of your hand.

the party is in full swing as you move towards the tables where two huge punch bowls are set up. it’s where most of the partygoers are congregated, milling around like they just can’t get enough of the drinks. there’s a platter of snacks too, stuff like cupcakes (who eats cupcakes with cheap beer?) and finger food. you have to admit, the food looks highly unlikely to give you food poisoning on top of a massive hangover the following day.

the attendance is good, you decide as you glance around our of sheer boredom. to the left, you see choi yeonjun and his ride-or-die soobin. one looks more dressed for the occasion than the other, no surprise there. across the room, your lab partner yunjin’s giggling at a joke someone made. everyone looks thrilled to be here tonight, and for some reason that just makes your mood even worse.

by now, the air’s starting to get a little too stuffy for you, what with all the dancing going on. you peek at your wristwatch, the minute hand barely past 10. ten minutes to midnight. ten minutes to a new year. ten minutes to a fresh start.

normally, at parties like this the second floor is off limits. you can’t imagine the boys wanting to clean the bedrooms aside from the expansive first floor, and it’s just a terrible idea in general to let a bunch of drunk college-age weirdos run around their potentially messy rooms full of papers and other important stuff. still, you suppose jay won’t mind. his best buddy might’ve broken things off with you, but you and your ex’s friends were still on pretty good terms. it’s not like he’d have to worry about you messing up the place, right?

tossing your cup into the nearest bin, you quickly weave through the crowd, until you finally reach the small staircase leading up to the next floor. your hand drags across the railing as you make your way up, a slight burn on your fingertips due to the rough surface of the wood.

you hated to admit it, but this place still felt like a second home to you. up until recently, you’d been frequenting this place. and though the unfamiliar atmosphere you’d attributed to the party ticked you off a little, the closer you got to the top of the stairs the better you were feeling. memories of the little moments spent here drifted into your mind with every step, all containing a certain boy with the pretty-

no. not today.

swallowing the thick lump in your throat from trying to shove the desire to reminisce away, you quicken your steps towards the last door at the end of the hallway. sunghoon’s room. well, it was technically one of many guest rooms in this excessively large house, but jay had given his best buddies a room since it was way closer to campus than any place sunghoon and jake could rent. besides, it was free, and to broke college students barely getting by it was a good deal.

pushing the door open, an explicable feeling washes over you. hints of his cologne lingered in the air. a large black hoodie is draped over the backrest of a chair, the matching desk strewn with what would seem normal to anyone else: worksheets, notes, an overflowing pencil case. but to you? every single object is a precious memory to you. textbooks, the ones he’d carried by hand to class along with yours, proudly showing off your name scribbled across the cover. “it’s my girlfriend’s,” he would say gleefully to anyone who would listen. a set of highlighters, one of them with significantly less ink from him lending it to you every time you studied together. how he found out it was your favourite colour, you never knew.

and now here it is, everything from the past two years laid out for you to see. you suppose the room was a little like you: full of traces, signs that he’d been there before, but he himself was nowhere to be seen. a painful reminder that no, none of this is yours anymore.

well, he’d left you one thing. one good thing about his room, other than the ideal location deep inside the mansion, was that it came with a small balcony. you used to go up there every time you visited. sunghoon had once told you it was his safe space, when everything got too much, when he needed a little bubble away from the rest of the world. the first time he brought you there was the first time you’d told him you loved him, and the first time you’d seen him get all flustered. now, it’s a sort of happy place to you as well.

forget getting over park sunghoon. how could anyone erase a whole existence of someone being in their life? those three words had left you with a raw, gaping hole in your heart, along with all the memories he’d made with you. so how could he have walked away, when there could have been so much more?

“stupid little me, all obsessed over a stupid little boy,” you mumble to yourself, shoving open the door to the balcony. you sigh, stepping towards the railing, letting the breeze cool you off.

“what are you doing here?”

you jump, the all-too familiar voice catching you off guard as you turn to face the very cause of your problems. there he is, in his full glory. the one and only park sunghoon.

his cheeks are slightly redder than you remember, a contrast to his typical ghostly pallor. you notice his gaze is turned away from you, as though he’s refusing to spare you a glance at all, but you still manage to see the glassy eyes from one too many drinks. he’s always been responsible, you think to yourself, always excusing himself somewhere to sober up whenever he needs.

“oh, i thought you were downstairs entertaining your party guests. i'll leave now." yet as you turn to leave, you don’t miss the opportunity to steal a quick glance at sunghoon's face for what might very well be the last time, nor do you miss the hesitant grimace that crosses his features.

just as you are about to step back into the warm room, a warm hand wraps itself around your wrist gently, the pressure soft but insistent all at once. "wait. you...i suppose you can stay here for a while longer. you wanted to get away from the party, didn't you?" the slight tremble in sunghoon's voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you, despite it being foreign to you. awkwardness wasn’t something that had existed between you two up until now, and now that it does you’re just...lost.

you tug your arm out of his grasp. "you know, i've been hoping for you to speak to you for so long. but now that you did, i don't even know what to say to you.” everything you'd imagined yourself yelling at him, every curse you'd wanted to hurl at him, every plea you'd crafted in your head to beg him to stay just a little longer, all that didn't even matter anymore. "jay, jake, my friends, they've all told me multiple times since that day that you were the jerk. that i hadn't done anything wrong, and that you were just being selfish. that maybe, you'd found someone else and decided i wasn't enough for you.

but for the past two weeks your schedule hasn't changed. you still go to the same classes, see the same people, do the same things, just without me. was i a hindrance to you? did i mess things up?” by now, the words that fly out of your mouth are things you don’t even know you wanted to say. is this what people mean when they talk about bottled-up stuff spilling out all at once?

judging by the guilt that flashes in sunghoon’s eyes, you’re not the only one who’s been contemplating everything. still, he managed to disguise it well, his once pleading tone hardening. “for someone who claims to have nothing to say, you sure just gave me a whole lecture. things just weren’t working out, okay? simple as that.”

“weren’t working out? sunghoon, whenever things weren’t working out we worked them out ourselves, we’d…i dunno, talk it over or something. did i-what’d i do that was so bad you thought it couldn’t be fixed?” you’ve imagined this moment, even dreamt about it in your sleep. but nothing could have prepared you for the way sunghoon refuses to even look at you, let alone say the words you wish he would.

sunghoon purses his lips, as if carefully picking what to say. after a bout of silence, he sighs, elbows rocking him back and forth on the railing. “clearly there’s something you want to hear. you want to know why, right?”

“as if that weren’t obvious enough.”

wiping his hands against the icy metal, sunghoon shakes his head. without warning, his fingers snatch your waist towards him, the coolness of his fingertips bleeding through the fabric of your shirt. before you know it, he leads you out of the room, back into the corridor you came from. the pulsing lights are m back again, your whole body vibrating along with them. the music only grows louder, but you barely hear a thing as sunghoon presses you up on the wall. near enough to feel the atmosphere, but not near enough to be seen.

sunghoon’s slender hand trails your jaw, thumb caressing your cheek. the look on his face is odd as he steps closer, every inch of his face drawing nearer to yours, and you curse your racing heart because just for a moment there you swear you see a hint of longing crack through his cold stare.

in the back of your clouded mind, you realise the countdown has started, the crimson lights pulsing more rhythmically in sync with the chorus of overhyped, sleep deprived youngsters.

“five, four, three, two-”

and he swoops in.

you haven’t had much to drink, but it’s as though you’ve plunged underwater, your head and hearing fuzzy as your brain tries to register the fact that the same guy who broke things off just two weeks prior was standing before you, kissing you as if you were about to disappear. your knees start to give out, but it’s okay because he has his hand on the outline of your waist, which fits as if it’s the missing piece to a jigsaw puzzle. it’s really stupid for you to be trying to say everything you couldn’t in a single moment you know is going to end eventually, and yet…

park sunghoon tastes of cheap booze and strawberries, like the lip balm you left behind when he handed you your things and told you to leave. and no matter how bitter the memory, your mind is preoccupied by the way he holds you so carefully as if you might fall to pieces in his grasp. it goes against everything you believe it to be.

when he finally pulls away, his eyes are glazed over, uncertainty beginning to peek through as he straightens himself, straightening the fabric of his shirt. the warmth on your waist disappears all too soon, and immediately you know what is to come.

“this is enough of an answer, isn’t it? you’re a smart girl, you’ll get it. see you around at school, y/n.” and with that, he swivels away from you, and as you stare into blank space you can hear his footsteps thumping down the stairs mingling with the cheers and well-wishes of the guests.

you slump to the ground, fingers reaching for your lips as you trace the outline of the places he’d touched. away from the now-faint chatter of the crowd, you have to wonder if it was all a vivid dream, where you’d only seen what you wanted to see. yet as you turn around to look in a small mirror along the hallway, all it takes is your dishevelled reflection peering back at you with a hollow stare to know it was real.

what have i done?

willing away the tears threatening to well in your eyes, you gather your things and make a run for the door. today was meant to be the mark of a fresh start without him. the day you learned to let him go.

but the black hoodie tucked into your bag says otherwise.

by the time sunghoon reaches the ground floor, his friends are already beginning to usher people out, jay mostly doing the work as jake rushes upstairs to check on the rooms. sunghoon ignores the weird stare jay gives him when you sprint past him towards the door without a second glance. it’s exhausting, having to play this game of cat-and-mouse with both you and his friends every day.

jake comes walking down the stairs, a trash bag in hand as he sweeps the floor for any leftover rubbish. as if sunghoon can’t see, jake gestures towards your fading silhouette, while jay shrugs back.

the cleanup proceeds in silence, all three too tired to even talk. that is, until jake grabs sunghoon by the shoulder. “dude, you’re not sneaky. i saw you with her by the staircase while we were downstairs.”

sunghoon huffs, shaking jake’s hand off and bending over to pick up a fallen plastic cup to avoid the disapproving glares of his best friends. “picked the wrong angle, huh? won’t make the same mistake again.” but he knows he’s said the wrong thing the moment it comes out of his mouth.

in a flash, his collar is scrunched up in jay’s fist, and sunghoon’s mind begins to swirl as he is shaken back and forth. “is that all you have to say?! you hurt your girlfriend of two years for what you insist was ‘no reason at all’, and now jake catches you sneaking around with her again? in what world is that acceptable?”

sunghoon’s vision glazes over, the words driving a stake in his chest. he’d love to argue back, but he knows they’re right. what he’s done to you is completely undeserved on your part, and he’ll hate himself for that for the rest of his life knowing you got away. and yet…

“sunghoon, why won’t you tell her already?” the pleading tone in jake’s voice is clear, and the guilt brewing in sunghoon’s heart only intensifies. “if you’d talked it out with her, she wouldn’t ask you to break things off-”

“it’s precisely because she wouldn’t break things off that i have to do it myself.” the grip on sunghoon’s collar loosens, as jay eyes him in confusion. “did i miss something? no, i definitely did. why would breaking up with y/n even do anything good?”

no. this is the exact conversation sunghoon didn’t want to have. he didn’t know how jake found out earlier, but now that even jay has asked it seems inescapable. “it’s…i just don’t want to hold her back, okay? can we not talk about this?” he knows the words will sting, not just on his tongue, but the people by his side. he’s hurt both the love of his life and the people he considers his brothers, and he’s torn open wounds into your heart that will take more than an apology to heal.

but he’s park sunghoon, and if he needs to do something, he will at all costs. because he doesn’t know how he’ll be able to live life having to watch you slowly drift from him, knowing he can’t give you anything that would be of value to you, no matter how desperately you cling to each other. and yes, he may be leaving his friends behind to pick up the pieces for him. he’s park sunghoon, and he’ll never let himself do anything irresponsible in the long run, even when he’s tipsy. that kiss wasn’t a mistake, it was a parting gift to the girl he was willing to let go of at the cost of…everything, to him at least.

jay seems to see the exact things sunghoon doesn’t want him to, but it works as the iron grip on his collar is released. “i still don’t think it’s right, but you’ve had a long night. we’ll continue this tomorrow, so clear the tables and take a shower. you didn’t even drink much but i can smell it on you.”

sunghoon wants to argue back, but as the world sways, the image of your glassy, broken eyes entering his mind, he falls silent. because he knows no matter how tipsy he was during the party, from the very moment he saw you in that balcony he’d been completely sober. and maybe…

maybe you’d been too.

aaaa what was this??? it was supposed to be a <1k fic lol. i didn’t even bother checking the wc (i don’t dare to). mm i think it’s quite obvious im basing my knowledge of drinking on the many fics and manhwas i’ve read…so i’m extremely open to any comments lol. originally i was gonna have hoon and y/n get back tgt at the end but i guess not?? edit: yall i’m so sorry to whoever is confused here’s the context: hoon n yn were in a r/s for two years and he suddenly dumped yn, yn tried to get over him at a new year’s party but bumps into him anyway, yn is still confused and that unnecessary prose at the end is hoon’s reason for dumping yn (he doesnt want their r/s to hold yn back which is kinda stupid the longer i think abt it but the whole point was to make hoon do smth stupid ig AHAHAA) im really really sorry i really need to start giving more context😭😭😭 really needa remind myself i dont have telepathy, it made sense in my head but that’s precisely why it won’t to anyone reading this…

[sam-monroe]

deciding to re-do my headcanon post for sam. anyways, our favorite sad boy.

✦ psychologically, all the shit that sam went through in that singular summer would possibly lead to another relapse either with RX, weed, or perhaps something else that we haven’t seen in movie. he’s only 16, so he will still be impulsive especially through that deep pain of losing george.

✦ personally, i 100% feel as if Robin and Peter did in fact divorce after and we can see it implied when she does refuse to go to bed after he starts to realize it’s crumbling.

✦ i get why in film they have the “feeling lighter looking lighter trope” and sam removed his piercings, but cmon… you don’t just stick needles in your face just because (please, don’t do it kids…), but dammit let him just be emo.

✦ growing up in downtown LA, sam would have a great diversity in food and i’ve dubbed him as a lengua boi because i said so. he just gets onions and cilantro with it and of course a mexican coke because after having that first one, he could never go back.

✦ at the opening shot where we see sam getting his paint can (?) and rag, we see the contexts of his messy ass desk which include: an everclear magazine, a papa roach magazine, many scattered CDs of alt/rock/etc genres, a black macbook, and of course, a purple bong. which still cracks me up that he genuinely didn’t care about it being out and about so freely.

✦ on the cabinet unit near the doors to his room, he also has polaroids stuck onto it, and i like to headcanon it’s from the few happy times he had with the few “friends” he had through school. though, i also feel like he rarely let anyone truly get close, especially when beginning to make deals with Josh even when he would try to deny it (which we see in the film too)

✦ also, the cabinet has a TV (a small box one, probably from the 60s that george hoarded) and a VHS collection with some nice horror film

✦ because of the deals with Josh, it’s difficult for sam to engage with anything sexual with his partners in a car. even with getting himself into the situations for weed money, it’s still fucking traumatizing, and would affect him later on.

✦ as soon as a character (especially in a 2001) film shouts i’m not gay!!! well buddy, it’s job then to make him a little fruity. personally, i dub him as bisexual with an interest mostly in women but sometimes there’s just a hot ass man that comes into his life and it makes him weak.

✦ sam 100% got a job at hot topic because as you can see in the fic i’ve posted, i decided to make him emo again.

✦ of course, with him being emo again and my personal hatred of manson (which didn’t age well), sam is definitely a fan of NIN. he isn’t a crazy fanboy, but he does enjoy playing it and it was probably one of the few bands that george and him could listen to together… just… yknow, selectively. sam definitely made mixed cds for when they were working on the house lbr.

✦ robin and sam do start to mend their relationship through the grief of losing george, but i also headcanon that robin does find a new boyfriend about a year after (will eventually write that out)

✦ sam definitely becomes dependent on weed again, but he does prefer to make blunts rather than using a bong. at least once, robin has caught him making brownies which leads to the both of them just having one and watching horror movies together.

✦ sam is on the autism spectrum.

✦ he 100% has stick and poke tattoos he did himself. one is a smiley face, another is a jellyfish.

✦ after alissa and josh barging into shower time, when he returned to robin’s house he definitely got more secure locks on his own door which i suspect are built in his room due to the beaded curtain we see next to his desk. with the layout of the house by what we see up the stairs, we can assume it’s another closet (unlikely imo), a bathroom, or just a random ass space that has a wall dividing it from his actual bedroom. i personally just opt for the bathroom idea, and it is the only area of sam’s room that is always clean.

✦ he does hang out with adam and ryan more, because of ryan being the eldest in 2001 (roughly 11 or so… maybe…), he does have a growing wedge between sam and himself, especially when sam just starts to be alt again.

✦ george named sam, and his legal name is samwise. yes, after the tolkien character because george was a huge fucking nerd.

✦ sam eventually becomes an architect and attends the same school george went to.