#~*(wc: 452;)

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐄?...𝐎𝐇...𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄! ❞

wc: 452. thank you for 500! anon

3 months. 3 months had passed since you started dating your amazing boyfriend nanami. he was everything you wanted in a man. he was kind, not just to you but to others as well, smart, handsome, tall, nice physique, nice smile. he was the whole package.

every moment you spent with him you fell more and more deeply in love with that. he took you to fancy and casual dates, depending on how you were feeling, because he deeply valued your opinion. he was taking you out, so he had to make sure that you enjoyed it.

you were getting ready for the nth date he was taking you out on. you were sat infront of the mirror touching up your hair and makeup. you were dressed in a backless black slick dress that stuck to all the right places. once you were done, you received a text message from nanami.

nyanyamin: i'm already here sweetie. i got a lovely surprise for you.

you smiled at you phone and put it in your purse, heading to the front door, already in your heels. you opened the door to find nanami at your doorway in a nice dark blue suit. you froze. not because he looked absolutely scrumptious, but because he was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand and giving you a warm smile with flushed cheeks.

you blinked and looked at the flowers, to his face and back again. your heart starting feeling weird. like something was compressing it and it made your throat dry and your eyes kind of watery.

"i wanted to gift you something before our date. it's not much though...", he says noticing your frozen state and then a tear slips past your eye and he's panicking. "baby! are you okay! you don't like it...", you shake your head, no in fear that your voice would betray you. more tears slipped past and you pulled him in for a tight hug, your heart still feeling funny.

"i love you so much nanami. you just don't know", he chuckles and circles his arms around you, returning your warm embrace.

"i love you too, dear. you scared me for a second there"

"i didn't really know how to react. i've never really gotten flowers before from anyone. thank you", you say looking at him eyes still watering and your heart feeling like it's about to burst.

he cups your cheek and places a gentle kiss on your red tainted lips. "i will give you everything you want, dear. just name it and it's yours", he smiles at you and wipes away your tears.

your sweet adorable boyfriend nanami was full of surprises. surprises that you absolutely adore.

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

[miiyas]

ROUTINE

atsumu was late, but there’s one thing he’d never forget to do.

wc: 452, fluff, post-timeskip, gn reader, not proof read

late. atsumu miya was late as hell.

his practice was supposed to start bright and early today- six am sharp. it was six fifty four right now.

“shit, shit, shit !!”

atsumu fumbled with the bag strapped around his shoulder as it falls on and off him. he runs around the house with panic in his eyes and calls out for you, opening the fridge doors to look for his protein shake, the one that you make.

“babe, did you find the jersey ?!” after a quick dig for the bottle, he quickly grabs for it and closes the doors a little too hard, making the containers inside rattle against each other gently. almost on queue, hearing your rushed footsteps, the blonde makes his way to the genkan, crouching down and stomping on his shoes with more force than he intends, creating unwanted creases. with one hand on his footwear, the other tugged open his practice bags stubborn zipper, trying to make it easier and faster for you to put in his washed (and probably still a little wet) jersey.

“hey, baby. put on your shoes, i’ll do this.” atsumu looks up at you as he hears your voice. his shoulders relax slightly but he wastes no time. he mumbles a quick ‘thanks’ before using two big hands to slip on his shoes. just as he finishes putting the pairs on, you finish putting the leftover items into his bag, stuffed with his change of clothes, shoes, and a few snacks you’d always thrown in. he quickly grabs for the strap and swings it on his shoulder as you rush him out.

“hurry, you’re late enough as it is !!” you quickly open the front door of the house, but atsumu stops and looks down at you, wide eyes and still displaying a bit of panic. but … there was something else behind it. and no matter how much you try and struggle, it’s hard to move a six foot two pro volleyball player out the door,.

“i forgot something !”

“‘tsumu, are you serious ?!” atsumu nods quickly, iris’s shining gently and leaning down to meet your face. cupping the side of your cheek with gentle hands, he places a gentle kiss on your lips.

oh, have you forgotten because of all the rush ? there has never been a moment when atsumu had left home without a kiss to your lips and a gentle ‘i love you,’ making the ring on your finger feel all the more noticeable.

“love ya. i’ll be home soon, yeah ?” with that, atsumu leaves the house with a quick swing of the door, rushing to his car as you hear him start the engine.

[sweetfwr]

SKOOL LUV AFFAIR ˒˒ yjw

it’s your junior year, and all you want is to survive the rest of your high school life away from the prying eyes of others. however it seems the universe has other, more absurd plans, like a secret love affair with the student council president.

genre) FLUFF, high school au, secret relationship, kinda based off a true story..

pairing) student council president!jungwon x newspaper club president!reader

wc) 1k

now playing) intro (end of the world) - ariana grande

“she seems sadder, doesn’t she?” a girl you hardly know outside of being a classmate and (barely) an acquaintance murmurs pitifully, and a second, taller girl nods vigorously.

“i would be too if i lost lee heeseung.”

you? sadder? you frown in deep thought. you had forgotten to put on concealer after pulling off an all-nighter and practically flew out of the house once you realized you slept through your alarm, but that was about it.

after all, what reason did you have to be sad? in your humble opinion ranking number 5 out of 452 students and recently being named the head of the school newspaper were hardly mundane things. besides, there’s also j—

“there’s no way they’re getting back together, right?? he’s with someone new, for god’s sake!”

“aren’t you updated?” the taller one gasps, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards when her friend shakes her head no. “they just broke up! heeseung told one of the guys on the football team and the news spread everywhere.”

now that’s something you didn’t know.

“oh my god, he’s single now?”

“he’s been single. my friend’s boyfriend’s cousin is in his class. want me to set you up?”

you think you’d rather go down a waterslide lined with razor blades and land into a pool of alcohol than continue on listening to this nonsense, so you pack up your books, turn up the music in your earbuds, and quietly leave the writing club’s room completely undetected by the other two occupants. you dive into the warm, crowded halls adorned with sunspots and ethereal views of the after-school sunset.

needless gossip is something you can definitely tolerate. when your ex is the school’s poster boy for popular kids, you’ve accepted the irrelevant whispers that have surrounded you since your sudden breakup one full year ago, because kids your age make mistakes, and a little positivity goes a long way!

but as you walk through the halls and slowly come to a stop at the sight of a chattering crowd and lee heeseung making his way through it, frantic gaze looking left and right as if he were looking for someone as he holds a absurdly large bouquet of flowers in his right hand, a pit forms in your stomach for what’s to come.

you take one huge step back in preparation to sprint away, but it’s too late when heeseung’s eyes land on you and he goes completely still.

the crowd-goers around him follow suit in an almost comedic fashion, and some even cock their heads and murmur to each other in confusion when they collectively realise who the bouquet is for.

your ex-boyfriend grips the bouquet a little harder and gulps visibly, before making his way to you in slow steps. his friends, a few of which you can name from the back of your head as jay, sunghoon, and jake follow suit and arrange themselves in a line behind him with illustration board signs that bear horribly written lettering. to your absolute horror, it says:

WILL U B MY GF? (again) in bold with a winky ;) face at the end.

needless gossip, you can handle. public confessions from your ex on the other hand, is something that was completely unfathomable to you only 30 minutes ago. who even does public confessions anymore? especially in school. it’s hot, sweaty, and just so… public. you never know who’s watching, either! including… fuck.

in an internal frenzy, your eyes start darting between the numerous people in the crowd until they land on the yang jungwon’s, student council president, eyebrows furrowed and a hand in his pocket while the other was situated in a deadly grip on one of his backpack straps at the commotion.

“hey,” one guy whispers to his friend, eyes nervously shifting between heeseung and jungwon. “he shouldn’t be doing this infront of the student council president, man. he hates racket in the halls.”

slowly, all the color drains from your face and you’re prompted to leave, immediately, even when heeseung gets on one knee and begins loudly proclaiming his love for you. to his and everyone else’s shock, you rush past him and push through the crowds until you’re out of the building gates and into the open air.

at this point the orange swirls in the skies fade to a dark blue and thunder clouds begin to form above, but you’re too irritated to care. who cares about positivity?! your ex has just started weeks worth of rumours about the two of you when you’ve been trying to fight them off for a full 12 months! you think your uniform might be getting soaked, but a fog clouds your mind and you can’t think straight despite the fact that you’re getting poured on by heaps and heaps of heavy rain.

that is, until an umbrella is quietly held over your head, and you know in your heart exactly who the owner is.

you continue walking, albeit at a slower pace, and he follows behind you wordlessly.

“i can’t believe him, won.” you let yourself complain, for the first time in a long while. “he cheats on me, then he lets everyone and their mom in the halls know hes wants me again? talk about guts, right?” you scoff.

“totally.” despite not being able to see him, you hear his smile, and you know it’s not because he finds your complaining silly. rather, he’s just happy to be around you outside of the constraints of prying eyes at school, even if it is while he trails behind you, holding an umbrella over your head under the pouring rain as you curse and release your frustrations to your heart’s content.

in fact, he genuinely can’t think of a better way to think of your six month anniversary, in what in his eyes, is a romantic moment under the rain in the middle of an empty street with his girlfriend.

“he was so cheesy about it too!” you groan, hands reaching up to comically pull at your hair in frustration. at this point, you’ve come down from your hysteria enough that you allow yourself to briefly glance back at jungwon every once in a while. “the signs, seriously? you should’ve seen what they said hon, they—“ you stop in your tracks and take a good look at your boyfriend.

at your abrupt pause and gaping stare, he only cocks his head curiously. “what? keep going.”

“won, you’re soaked.” you murmur sadly, only having realized now that your boyfriend, your real boyfriend wordlessly held an umbrella over your head to let you shout profanities in peace despite getting soaked himself.

he scoffs playfully at your sensitivity. “i can change when i get home, don’t be dramatic.”

completely going against his words, a wide, genuine smile graces your features, all of your previous anger fading away at the sight of your man. “jungwon, you big softy! did that go on for long? how have you been? did you have a good day at school?”

“would’ve been better if i got to see you,” he hummed, playing it cool despite the fact he was soaked in rain water from head to toe. “even if it was just from afar.”

“you were jealous, weren’t you?”

“…i wasn’t.”

you coo at him fondly, and at this he only smiles and looks away bashfully. your boyfriend, the student council president and the one who ranked number 1 out of that 452. the boy who decided to convey his feelings to you over a handwritten letter 6 months to this day and the one who called the shots to keep your relationship secret, for your sake, because he knew that that was what you wanted.

you started off as only co-workers as the editor-in-chief of the school paper and the student council president, but you can’t thank the universe enough for letting you know the beautiful human being that is your boyfriend anyway. at this thought, you grab the umbrella from his hands and toss it away before entrapping him in a bone-crushing hug.

“let’s go home.” you murmur quietly into his neck, “i can lend you clothes.”

he hums in response, more focused on the way your arms wrap around him and give him warmth as he returns the gesture. “that sounds nice.”

“happy monthsary?” “happy monthsary.”

[crimsonpaved]

HE TRIES HIS BEST TO AVOID MOVING ANY CLOSER, and yet the second wave of attendees fleeing the storm have made his task harder than it needs to be. Elbows press against his spine, pushing him further against the wall, against her, the hand tenderly removing the hair coming to rest beside her chin in an attempt to support himself. The situation is fast becoming more awkward, a shift of his weight bringing the hand on his collar to brush against his neck unintendedly.

It will not be long before someone notices, so he shifts, makes himself broader to conceal her from whatever nosy gaze may wait in the wings. Even now, in the truly unique situation they found themselves, he knows that to linger any longer to invite chaos, so his head spins left and right before settling on a door leading away from the hallway crush. Wordlessly, with a look that speaks more words, a thousand terms folded into 'trust me?' Fingers and wills intertwine, chivalry fading into the hindsight as he pushes his way towards the mercifully unlocked doorway.

"Adrestian architecture, all hallways lead back to the main hall." An effortless explanation, even as eyes struggle to take in corridor cloaked in darkness. Still, he can feel the hand wrapped in one, so with the other he wills magic to flow, a simple flame bursting to light within his embrace before he realises just what he's managed to do. It would seem the Viscount had, in a bout of wisdom, decided to go with architecture more common in the Holy Kingdom, eyes spinning around the enclosed room

"My apologies, Tine." And what a mess he'd managed to get them into, eyes looking around for a lantern on which to pass the flame too. Hubert is reluctant to let go of her hand, and yet he must, walking towards the door, poking his head out in hopes of a clear pathway, only to be met with the back of an Imperial Noble he remembers as an outrageous gossip. That is not something he can risk, to put her through the outrageous rag that nobles consider journalism, eyes instead going to the ink left by the owner of the grand mansion.

"I ask you to trust me..." A low hum, darting across the room to the supply of the Magus on whom he was intruding. The runes are simple, long memorised for a different means, as the circle flourishes to life at his fingertips. "Silentium..." A spell drawing upon the land, shrouding them in a sea of silence to divert the attention he refuses to expose her to, not now nor ever. "We should be safe... to speak until he leaves."

Leave the rain outside

cont from .

[ikissjude]

one round? 🎮 lhs

in which you and gamer!heeseung name aspects of your relationship | tiktok series

gamer bf!heeseung x fem!reader, warnings: cursing, dialogue heavy, suggestive at the end, fluff, crack-ish (idk i think i’m funny), kinda short, wc: 452

“now stand right here and act like you’re walking to your desk,” you directed your boyfriend, heeseung, for the tiktok that you wanted to make.

to start gaining traction on your couple’s page, you decided to participate in a trend that details your lives as a gamer couple. it only made sense considering the page would be the two of you streaming together and uploading highlights.

“now when i say go, start walking, and say whatever comes to mind,” heeseung couldn’t help the smile on his face, seeing how serious you were about directing your little video.

“alright, and go.”

“we’re a gamer couple; of course we obviously met on league.” heeseung walked to his set-up, pretending to open up the game.

“oh baby, you’re a natural! actors around the world should be scared,” you beamed. heeseung chuckled at your compliment. “alright, now for my turn, i’m gonna do the same thing, but we’re gonna cut to us both playing a round. sound good?”

“of course, miss boss lady. tell me what to do.”

after setting up the tripod, you got into position.

“we’re a gamer couple; of course we get super competitive with each other.”

the two of you then played a round against each other, with you winning, of course. you figured you got a good clip with the two of you shittalking each other. it was like that the entire time, the two of you taking turns back and forth with you directing. heeseung found you the cutest, getting so into this 15-second clip.

“we’re a gamer couple; of course our set-ups are side by side.” heeseung’s idea naturally, he wanted to keep you by his side at all times, even when he gamed.

“we’re a gamer couple; of course i spend all of his money on games and dlcs.” you said with a smirk on your face.

“hey!” heeseung giggled. “you can’t say that, the guys are gonna call me a simp.”

“you are a simp, hee. and weak-willed."  you laughed.

“alright then, i have something for your ass.” heeseung walked over to his chair and sat with his legs spread wide. tilting your head, you decided to just go with it.

“we’re a gamer couple; of course she asks to sit on my dick while i game.”

“oh my god, heeseung!” you screamed, face heating up in embarrassment. “you really can’t say that.”

“why not?” he laughed before reaching out to grab your hands. he slowly pulled you into his lap, your legs connected to his hips. he knew just how to fluster you. you kept your head down to avoid further embarrassment, but he lifted your chin to meet his gaze.

“it’s true, is it not?”

© ikissjude 2024

[k0juki]

heyyyy!! trying my luck here😅

imagine a smoker!joost x non smoker!reader hanging out or smth, and joost just had a cigarette and tries to kiss the reader but since they don’t like the smell or taste of it they don’t give him a kiss😭😭😭 and then he gets all sad and starts pouting and the reader just giggles and stuff😭 just a lot of cuteness and fluff💗

also ps! you’re literally my favorite author who writes for joost!!!

A/n: someone is lucky🤞🍀 and that's you anon🫵

Kisses and cigarettes

Joost Klein x fem!reader

English is not my first language, so feel free to point out any mistakes or errors! Also the picture is not mine. Credit goes to owner!

Wc: 452

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Joost leaned against the railing, a cigarette held loosely between his fingers as he took a drag, letting the smoke curl up into the evening sky. It was a long day for him, but you were here to help him with anything, and he was glad.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden glow over everything, and he couldn't help but think how perfect the moment was. His eyes flicked over to you, sitting on the porch swing, a soft smile playing on your lips as you watched him.

With a final drag, Joost stubbed out the cigarette on the railing and made his way over to you. He could see the way your nose wrinkled slightly, a sure sign you weren't a fan of the lingering smell. But he hoped maybe this time you'd let it slide.

"Hey." he murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. You turned your head the last second, and his kiss landed on your cheek instead. "Joost, you know I don't like the smell." you said, trying to keep the teasing out of your voice. Just messing with him a bit.

He pulled back, eyes wide and a pout already forming on his lips. "But... I missed you." he said, his voice taking on a whiny edge that made your heart melt a little. He looked so crestfallen, like a puppy who'd just been told no.

You couldn't help but giggle at his expression, reaching up to cup his face in your hands. "Oh, Joost, you're adorable when you pout." you teased, pressing a kiss to his forehead instead.

He huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and looking away, though the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. "It's not fair." he muttered. "I just wanted one little kiss."

You laughed outright then, the sound bright and musical in the evening air. "Well, you can have as many kisses as you want." you stated, "as long as you don't smell like an ashtray."

Joost's pout deepened for a moment before he finally cracked a smile, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "Fine, fine," he said, leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. "I guess I'll just have to brush my teeth and freshen up for you."

You giggled again, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down onto the swing beside you. "Now that sounds like a plan." you said, resting your head on his shoulder. "Besides, I love you more when you smell like you and not smoke."

He sighed contentedly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "I love you too," he murmured. "Even if you are a bit of a kiss tease.”

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A/n: sorry I wasn't here xdd I had finals, but now I'm free and ready to start writing again! Also my last post "Wolf in sheep's clothing" I spent so much time on it and I would love to if you give it try...:))🩷🩷

[bunslora]

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ academic rival.ᐟcait x reader hcs

summary: academic rival x caitlyn kiramman headcannons

tags: suggestive , slight nsfw , men dni .

wc: 452

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you've known since you were young; the both of you coming from elite houses—the rivalry between the two of you stemming from the prestigious shooting competitions in which the two of you competed against one another in.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who is the number one rule abiding student; the most obnoxiously pristine uniform—never seen without her blazer and tie done up, while paired with the school appropriate socks. literally always doing the absolute most.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who always has something to say; whether its critiquing your uniform choices or scrutinizing your etiquette, she will never skip out on an opportunity to shit on your day whenever she can.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you once bitch slapped after she claimed that "your house was not significant enough for a seat on the council" all for the entirety of your sophomore biology class to witness.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who took the rivalry to an entirely new wavelength during your senior year upon discovering that you both aimed to study the same major once high school was over. competing for summer internships, unnecessary debates during class, fighting to see who could achieve acceptance to the most awfully pretentious university on early entry—it was unhinged.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who genuinely lost her mind when she saw you in that lecture hall during the beginning of your first semester at university.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who has little to no friends due to her "entitlement" or the fact that she believes shes "better than everybody else because shes a councilors daughter." at least that is what your peers say. in all reality shes just really socially awkward.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you thought the same about—until your second semester when your professor paired the both of you together for a research proposal.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you unwillingly received texts like this from—while working on said proposal:

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you realised had depth to her when she confessed to you, that she had no plans to follow her mothers legacy by taking her houses council seat. instead—studying to become a civil rights lawyer, while working on your research proposal.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you got significantly closer to after the shared realisation that, perhaps, things between the two of you could've been different if not for the both of your parents unwavering academic pressure—which had ultimately pitted you against one another throughout your adolescence.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you would meet to study, occasionally drink and engage in some well-placed shit talking with every friday evening. a tradition that felt oddly easy with someone who was usually so incompetent when complying with.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who you subsequently hooked up with during one of these friday nights. (which was never mentioned between the two of you again).

⊹ ࣪ ˖ academic rival .ᐟ cait who never dared to discuss said hookup until some time later, when it happened a second time..

inbox ⤿ open

a/n: I'm so sorry this took so long i've been flooded with assignments!!

taglist ⋆˙⟡ : @daughterofthemoons-stuff

ask to be added <3

[sinsxo]

if it means i can stay. —nagi seishiro

synopsis. somewhere between the shared moments and playful routines, there's a truth he never dares to speak. he holds back — because if it means he can stay, he’ll never let it slip.

cw. headcanons, best friend!nagi x fem!reader, bittersweet angst, angst with soft moments

wc. 452 words, not proofread.

best friend!nagi who never texts you beforehand, just shows up at your door with a knock and his nintendo switch.

best friend!nagi who can’t explain why he’s always drifting toward your house on weekends — it just feels better there (even though it’s a hassle to come over).

best friend!nagi who always says “too much effort.” when you ask if he wants to go out, but five minutes later he’s pulling on a hoodie and grabbing his keys.

best friend!nagi who lets you braid his hair or paint his nails when you're bored, mumbling that it's a hassle but never pulling away.

best friend!nagi who listens to you ranting about anything and everything, just sitting there in silence. he doesn’t join you, but he keeps a mental note so he can shoot anyone you rant about a nasty glare if he sees them around.

best friend!nagi who lets you eat his food without complaining but will deadpan “rude.” if you take the last bite.

best friend!nagi who always reads and replies to your messages instantly, even though he leaves everyone else on read.

best friend!nagi who never used to care about birthdays, but always remembers yours — showing up with something handmade and awkwardly wrapped.

best friend!nagi who doesn’t say he misses you. he just texts “wanna play?” at 1am and waits for you to log on.

best friend!nagi who doesn’t understand why his chest feels tight when you cancel on him to hang out with someone else. or why he stares at your contact name a little longer these days.

best friend!nagi who doesn’t realise he had feelings for you until he’s helping you bake a cake for someone else, his heart strangely heavy. but he doesn’t stop whisking the batter anyway, because you looked happy.

best friend!nagi who never really thought much about love — not until someone else started making you smile the way he thought only he could.

best friend!nagi who watches you fall for someone else and thinks, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine. because if you're happy, then he doesn't really need to be. right?

best friend!nagi who tells you, “it’s alright.” when you ask if it’s okay to skip game night for your new partner.

best friend!nagi who replies “nah, too much effort.” when you ask if he’s seeing anyone — even though he knows there’s only one person he wants, and they’re already looking elsewhere.

best friend!nagi who can live without being your favourite, but not without being your friend.

best friend!nagi who hides his feelings if it means he could stay. because the thought of not being in your life at all scares him more than never being loved back.

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all images, aside from the dividers, do not belong to me. credit belongs to their original creators on pinterest & xhs.

[bradleysass]

Arrow - @black-brothers-microfic - wc: 452 - Starchaser

James Potter had trained for years to make it to the Olympics. Every morning, he woke before sunrise, practiced until his fingers were calloused, and honed his focus until nothing could break it. Nothing, except the impossible.

The day it happened, he was at the range, perfecting his shots for the upcoming finals. His coach was shouting something about his form, but James was barely listening. He notched an arrow, aimed, and just as he was about to release—

He saw him.

Regulus Black.

A ghost. A memory. A mistake?

James’ breath hitched, his focus wavered, and in that split second of distraction, his fingers slipped. The arrow loosed before he could correct his aim, veering wildly off course. There was a sharp yelp, followed by a stunned silence, and James’ stomach dropped.

"Oh, fuck," he breathed, dropping his bow and sprinting across the field.

Regulus was standing there, clutching his upper arm where the arrow had grazed him. His expression was unreadable, a mix of disbelief and exasperation. Blood welled up in a thin line against pale skin.

"Of all the ways to reunite with you, Potter," Regulus drawled, "I wouldn't have picked this one."

James was already reaching for him, heart pounding louder than it ever had in competition. "Holy shit, Reg—I mean, Black—fuck, are you okay? Shit, I didn't mean to—"

Regulus rolled his eyes, though there was the barest hint of amusement beneath the sharp edges of his gaze. "Well, I wasn’t planning on getting shot today, so no, not particularly."

James let out a nervous laugh, hands hovering uselessly. "I—fuck. You just—how are you here? I thought—"

"That I'd vanished?" Regulus supplied. "You’re not wrong. But I'm back."

James swallowed, his throat dry. He wanted to say something, anything, but his mind was a mess of questions, of memories he had tried and failed to bury. Instead, he settled for the most immediate problem. "You need medical attention. Come on, let me—"

Regulus sighed but didn’t resist as James gently took his arm, leading him toward the med tent. His skin was warm under James’ touch, familiar despite the years apart. James felt the weight of everything unspoken between them, heavy as a bowstring pulled taut.

"Still a terrible shot, I see," Regulus muttered, but his voice had softened.

James huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "You distracted me."

Regulus raised an eyebrow. "That easy to throw you off? What happened to Olympic-level focus?"

James met his gaze, a slow smile curling his lips. "Guess you’re still my biggest weakness."

Regulus looked away, but James caught the faintest hint of pink dusting his cheeks. Maybe, just maybe, this wasn’t a mistake after all.

[slytherinshua]

〣　 JUST LIKE YOU　( 한지훈 )

genre fluff , established relationship , jihoon x fem!reader   cw none   wc 452   request anon for jihoon + a comforting embrace for the 3k event   note i should be sleeping rn but i wrote this instead oops (where's my bf jihoon to cuddle)   net @kstrucknet @chrimatanet

You laid in bed with your boyfriend, Jihoon, arms around his waist and cheek resting against his chest as he scrolled through TikTok. Whenever you had a day off without anything planned, this was infinitely your favourite way to spend it. While some other couples loved to take advantage of free time to go out on dates or travel, you and Jihoon always preferred quiet quality time together. Your introvertedness seemed to amplify his, and as you were so in tune to each other’s emotions and moods, you started to reflect on the other whenever you spent time together. 

Your tiredness was starting to wear off on Jihoon as he scrolled mindlessly, looking at new tutting challenges to try once he was back to work tomorrow. Usually his boundless energy infected you with joy, but when his battery ran low, there was rarely anything that could pick you both up. You glanced up to his eyes, watching him memorize the hand movements easily just from viewing the video. You were always so amazed at his quick ability to pick up choreography. Always working so hard to be as professional as possible, despite how young he was in the industry. 

That wasn’t the only thing you admired about him. His kindness, thoughtfulness, and calming nature. How every smile, hug, or kiss had the ability to change your entire day. How he always seemed to text or call you when you needed it most. And every time you could just see on his face how much he appreciated everything you did for him as well. Your support was what kept him going, kept him steady, kept him motivated. When he hit rock bottom, you were always there to talk him through it, understanding better than anyone how he felt and what he needed. 

In short, you were perfect for each other. 

“Jihoon,” you whispered, patting his stomach with your hand softly to get his attention. He hummed, putting his phone down and glancing towards you in the same motion. “I love you.” 

You saw the smile grow on his face at your words, soft and comforting and so endearing that you had to fight every muscle in your body to not kiss him immediately. 

“I love you too,” he said back immediately, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. And although there were probably other more obvious things you could think of, Jihoon’s love for you was certainly pretty clear to you. If there was any way you could possibly be unsure of it still, he vanished all those thoughts with a single kiss to your forehead. It was simple, but sweet. Short, but heartfelt. It was everything Jihoon was.

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[dmloae]

ROLE MODEL

#figureskater!caitlyn → idol!caitlyn x reader

[k-pop au]

CHAPTER 1.5

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𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝘀𝗵 𝗺𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗜 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗻𝗼

𝗶𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗽 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗢'𝘀

𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗠 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄

synopsis : filler chapter (more about the group)

genre + wc: kprofile, group’s insta & twitter with official members accounts! smau kinda (??). wc : 452

enjoy! @dmloae2025

mantra 만트라

(especially in hinduism and buddhism) a word or sound that is believed to have a special spiritual power:

A personal mantra is sometimes repeated as an aid to meditation or prayer.

The group debuted ⅕ years after Caitlyn went to South Korea.

mantra 만트라 SOCIALS:

group’s instagram

group’s X (twitter)

personal members instagram

mantra 만트라 DISCOGRAPHY:

## debut the 1st mini album (status : very very successful)

ascension

teaser : burn the bridge (o.g by LE SSERAFIM)

view count : 160.5M win : —

pre-release : butterfly effect (o.g by ARTMS)

view count : 178.4M wins : 4

title track : welcome to my world (o.g by aespa)

view count : 208.2M wins : 12

the first single album (status : very very successful)

ice queen

title track : ice queen (o.g by IVE)

view count : 150M wins : 3

japanese debut (status : very successful)

title track : supernatural (o.g by NewJeans)

view count : 118M wins : —

[end of the dreamy concept with the 3 albums]

## the 1st full album (status: very very successful!)

pre release: blind red eyes (o.g by Minnie g-iDLE)

view count : 198M wins : 4

[writing credit : Caitlyn K.]

title track : mantra (o.g by Jennie)

view count : 210.3M wins : 13

bside : chaconne (o.g by Enhypen)

view count : — wins : —

bside : swim (o.g by Chase Atlantic)

view count : — wins —

bside : satellite (o.g by Youha)

view count : — wins : —

bside : tempo (o.g by Kyu)

view count : — wins : —

mantra 만트라 KPROFILE:

mantra (만트라) stylized as mantra, is a 6 member South Korean girl group under [..] Entertainment.

consisting of Caitlyn, Sophia, Ena, Beth, Nani and Vale.

They made their Korean debut on November 23th with the mini album “Ascension”, they made their Japanese debut on July 8th with the single “Supernatural”.

Caitlyn :

Stage name : Caitlyn

Birth name : Caitlyn Kiramman

English name : —

Nationality : Filipino, Chinese

Position: Leader, Main dancer, Lead Rapper, Vocalist, Visual, FOTG, Center.

Birthday : January 4th 2003

Representative Emoji : ⚔️

Fun Fact : She was a figure skater before becoming an idol for unknown reasons.

Stage name : Sophia (소피아)

Birth Name : Yu Sophia

Position: Main Vocalist

Birthday: October 2th 2004

Nationality: Korean

Representative Emoji: 🧚

Fun fact : Known for her powerful vocals and stage presence.

Stage name : Ena (에나)

Birth name : Kim Ena

English name : Esther

Position: Lead Dancer, Lead Vocalist

Birthday: November 27th 2004

Nationality: Korean-American

Representative Emoji: 🕷️

Fun fact: —

Stage name : Beth (베스)

Birth Name : Elisabeth Brown

English name : Elisabeth

Position: Lead Rapper, Vocalist, Dancer

Birthday: May 6th 2005

Nationality: Japanese-French

Representative Emoji: 🪞

Fun fact : She was a child model before debuting.

Stage name : Nani (나니)

Birth name : Nani Yizuho

Position: Main Rapper, Sub Vocalist, Dancer

Birthday: May 26th 2005

Nationality: Chinese

Representative Emoji: 🦊

Fun fact: —

Vale (발레)

Position: Main Vocalist, Lead Dancer, Maknae

Birthday: June 5th 2006

Nationality: Afro-American

Representative Emoji: 🐈‍⬛

Fun fact: —

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a/n : this took so so long😭. hope you enjoy tho!

oh, also :

logo made by me (ibis paint x)

inspired by a lottttttt of tiktok and yt videos for group concept so credit to all of them🩷!

[violetsareblue-selfships]

how about 24 :]

24. kiss to distract hi emile ty very much for the prompt ^^ WC: 452 | F/O: Katarina | Death mention, they're assassins lol

Katarina's warmth sinks into her skin from the gentle grip of her hand around April's wrist. Their surroundings blur as she's tugged along, and she's grateful that this is not her job they're there for.

So, it's fine if she's not completely focused on anyone else.

Her back hits the wall of one of the many corridors branching from the main room, and her heart rate skyrockets as Katarina leans in close.

"This seems familiar," She breathes out, relishing the soft laugh that's her reward.

"Mm-hmm?" One of Katarina's hands rests on her hip while the other presses firmly against the wall just above her shoulder. "Should be, sweetheart."

April's going to have to get her back for this someday. It always ends up with her against the wall when they're trying to be inconspicuous. It works exceedingly well. Katarina's hair covers her face enough that no one recognizes her as they go by, and April's sure that the second that her mark leaves the main room, Katarina will slip away as well.

But for now…

Katarina's lips settle over hers, and everything else goes silent. April wraps her arms around her girlfriend in turn, both to make this more believable and because she can't go another minute without feeling her under her palms.

The minutes slip away like seconds, and only the gentle sharpness of Katarina's teeth sinking into her bottom lip breaks her out of the haze. Her hand gently squeezes her waist, and their eyes meet briefly before Katarina slips out of her hold.

She looks back only once: to relish the flustered state she's leaving April in and to wink at her to make it worse.

Then she's gone.

But April knows not to move. That squeeze had been a silent 'be right back.' Then they'll both slip away from this event, leaving everyone unknowing that one of their attendees is now dead.

So, she presses her back against the wall and attempts to get her breathing back in order. Though, every time her mind returns to the kiss they just shared or even the knowledge of the kisses they'll share later this evening, she gets flustered once more.

True to her word, Katarina returns after a few minutes, hardly a hair out of place. Her lips curl up in a pleased smirk at how affected April still is.

"Gods, you're cute," She murmurs, leaning down to peck her softly. Her hand settles in April's like it belongs there, and the second the kiss breaks, Katarina's tugging her gently down the hallway.

And how April just loves playing the distraction for her. She honestly can't wait for the next time they'll have to distract one of their targets…

[elysiansam]

cw // vomiting, blood

wc: 452

the world tilted just slightly off its axis, the streetlights humming like dying hymns. sam clung to dean’s arm as they walked, his shirt clinging damp to his back. the warmth of his brothers body was comforting, but somewhere deep in his gut, something writhed. they had been out too long, the night stretching its fingers around them, pulling them into the dark like a whispered promise. a cheap roadside diner, the bitter tang of black coffee, the too-sweet stickiness of cherry pie on his tongue, it had all felt so distant.

nausea struck sam fast, sudden and violent, crawling up his throat with an urgency that made him stumble. the alleyway yawned open beside them, he barely had time to push himself forward before he was on his knees, retching. at first, it was nothing but bile, burning hot, slicking sam’s lips with acid. his stomach twisted, spasmed, clenched, and it was thicker, warmer. the taste hit him first, metallic and sickly sweet. he heaved again, and the world swam, his mouth filling with something hot, sticky, and viscous. it coated his teeth, pooled under her tongue. when he spat, it splattered against the pavement, dark and gleaming under the streetlights. blood. a choked sob tore from his throat. he tried to call for dean, but his tongue was thick, swelling like rotten fruit between his teeth. he coughed, and more of it came, pouring in a rich crimson ribbon from his lips. sam pressed shaking fingers to his mouth, and they came away slick and shining, like the anointing oil from a preacher’s hand. a baptism in reverse.

dean was saying his name, but his voice was distant, distorted. the night pressed closer, the walls of the alley stretched taller, cathedral-like, stained with shadow. he was a sacrifice. the virgin at the altar, split open and spilling over, offered up to something vast and hungry. the sickness in his stomach twisted deeper and a pressure behind his eyes became apparent, like something was trying to push its way out. his body was unholy, swollen with something not of this world, something burning and writhing and wrong. he was the whore of babylon, his mouth red with sin, his body failing under the weight of judgment.

sam tried to speak, but all that came was more blood. it dripped from his lips, ran down his chin, soaked into the collar of his shirt. he was already gone. dean touched sam’s shoulder, and the warmth of him sent a jolt through sam. he looked different now, taller, thinner, cast in shadow. his teeth were too sharp, his eyes hollow. maybe it wasn’t dean at all.

maybe it had never been.

[lichenes]

Can you do a platonic Cat King x reader, part of the Dead Boy Detectives. They have no desire/ attraction to the Cat King or anyone. They seek him out to ask him about Monty and the Witch along with what his name is. They even bring a mini portable cooler with smoked salmon and other food to hang out. “I’ve never really desired anyone, but I can tell from all the tv shows I watch that many people would think you’re attractive.” “We ate food together and now we know eachothers names so of course we are friends!” Or “You seem lonely, you definitely need friends!……oh! Idea! When are you free to hang out?”Cat King: 😶

Thank you for the ask anon, hope it lives up to your expectations lovely :] Send me asksssss pls i need prompt for dbda especialy for CK over here!!

CW: nothing :D

wc: 452

•───────•°•❀•°•───────••────────•°•❀•°•────────•

You joined the Dead Boy Detectives shortly after your death. The unfortunate incident which brought upon your untimely demise was something you preferred not to talk about and both Edwin and Charles respected that. You were the youngest ghost but as passionate and eager as one could be given your predicament. 

Your whole life you were quite friendly to all the creatures of the world. Cats were certainly your favourite though, so when you died, one thing you were ecstatic about was the new gained ability or rather, the cats’ willingness to speak to you. You decided to get to know some of them, at first a bit put off by their abrasiveness but after a while, content with the constant banter. 

World must’ve gotten around because more and more cats were eager to talk to you and receive the many treats you carried around in your pockets. World got around as far as to the Cat King as you’ve come to know him. Your motives when you met him for the first time, or rather when he called you to him through one of his many cats, were pure. To make a good first impression you brought a portable cooler with many snacks you thought the King would like, expecting him to be a cat. 

To your surprise when you approached the fluffy, gorgeous looking cat and in a puff of smoke, he turned into a human. “Helloooo!” He said, amusement evident in his voice. He revelled in how surprised you looked. You were in so much shock you could only wave. After you’ve shaken off the shock you said “Wasn’t sure what your highness wanted so I brought options!!” He looked a little taken aback but accepted the gift as… a peace offering.

“You know,” he said “I was gonna make the cats maul you but you seem okay, actually.” Your eyes widened. “Well uh… I’m glad I escaped certain death then…” 

Your relationship with Cat King was nothing short of thrilling. You went to visit him with all your problems, entrusting him with some of your secrets. After he opened up, he confided in you about his love for Edwin which you took well, cheering him on a little. “So… you’re not upset that I don’t want you?” You looked at him funny.

“How do you mean?” You cocked your head to the side. “You know, the talking, the presents… the… secrets.” You burst out laughing realising how it all must’ve looked like. “It wasn’t to court you! I was just making a friend!” He smirked at you and then fully laughed. “And that you did…”

“You seemed lonely and you were due some new friends!” 

“...that… I was…”

•───────•°•❀•°•───────••────────•°•❀•°•────────•

masterlist

[daemour]

[07.54] Kim Yugyeom

pairing: yugyeom x reader

wc: 452

warnings: none

genre: fluff, established relationship

so many morning timestamps lmaoo sorry one of these days it'll be a different time hehe

happy late birthday yugyeom!! unfortunately ur birthday is over the holidays so i got busy

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When you awake, you are met with Yugyeom’s serene face. Your breath hitches as his breath brushes your cheek gently. You can’t help but smile at your boyfriend, your hand coming up and brushing against his jawline. Now that he was on break from work, he had gained a little bit of weight and you found it extremely endearing, the way he filled out and softened his edges and glowed healthily. He is soft but even softer in his sleep, and you can feel your heart swell and you lean over to plant a quick, sweet kiss on the apple of his cheek.

Yugyeom shifts slightly in his sleep, his face moving closer and lodging his nose in your collarbone. You giggle at that, his breath tickling your shoulder, but lean your head to the side, pressing even more kisses to his temple. “Morning?” he asks in a rough voice, confused at the sudden affection you are showering upon him.

“Good morning,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips. Although he’s still half-asleep, he returns it, throwing his arm around your waist lazily and bringing you closer.

“It’s too early to be up,” he groans and you laugh. “It’s my off day, let me sleep.”

His whining tone only serves to make your smile grow even fonder and you press another kiss to the tip of his nose. “You’re sweet,” you hum, shifting to let your hands cup his face and offer him more kisses. “I’m happy I get to be with you.”

Yugyeom’s eyes blink open, a little more awake now as his lips pull into a sweet smile. “I’m glad too, babe, but what’s up with you? You’re super lovey-dovey today.”

You shrug the best you can with his arms around you and your arms around him. “I’m just feeling very fond of you today,” you say, kissing him once again. “I don’t know why, I just woke up and wanted to give you some love.”

Yugyeom hums, his eyes fluttering close as you kiss him again and again, peppering it all over his face. “I love you,” he murmurs, brain falling back asleep and your heart blooms at the sight. “Let’s get married.”

He clearly didn’t register his words quite yet, falling back asleep so quickly, leaving you to stare at your lover in disbelief. Not negative, of course, just unexpected. You loved him, and you know he loved you, but you weren’t sure if marriage would ever be on the table for you two. With your smile growing soft, you press a kiss to his forehead and cuddle up next to him once more.

“Let’s,” you whisper into his hair, a promise full of hope and love.

[forest-hashira]

fallooonnnn!!! hi!!

may i perhaps request cookies and mitsuri for your christmas event?

Twelve Days of Christmas - Day Five

Cookie + Mitsuri

event details | previous day | wc: 452 | cw: gn reader, mentions of food/baking | divider by hayatoseyepatch

“Are you sure this isn’t too much frosting?” You eyed the piping bags full of buttercream that were laid out on the counter. There were nearly a dozen colors, and the stand mixer was still running on the other side of the kitchen, presumably mixing up yet another color to add to the collection.

“I’m sure!” Mitsuri chirped, shooting you a grin as she continued to cut shapes out of the cookie dough rolled out in front of her. “There’s gonna be so many people there, I wanna make sure we’re not gonna run out!” 

“I guess you have a point,” you conceded. You watched her for a moment longer, cutting out cookies as fast she could, eyes darting over to the stand mixer every few seconds. When the oven timer beeped, alerting her to the fact that the batch of cookies in the oven was finished, she swore under her breath.

The sight made you frown. “Do you need some help?” You’d never been especially skilled in the kitchen, but none of this looked too difficult, so if your girlfriend needed some assistance, you were sure you could manage.

She looked over at you with a slightly surprised expression. “Oh, uh, yeah, that would be great!, Thank you,” she said, smiling as you stepped fully into the kitchen. “There are oven mitts right there on the counter, could you use them to get the cookies out of the oven for me? I’m almost ready to get the next batch in.”

You nodded, pulling the tray of cookies from the oven and setting them in the empty space on the counter. From there, you did as she asked: taking the cookies off the baking sheet and placing them on the cooling rack, so she could place the next batch on the sheet before you stuck it back in the oven and set the timer again. 

This went on for a little while, with a brief switch in the middle so you were cutting out shapes with the cookie cutters and she was putting more frosting into piping bags to add to the collection that already waited on the other side of the kitchen. It was honestly pretty nice, almost meditative once you got into the swing of it, and you were a little sad when all the cookie dough had been baked and all the frosting bagged. 

Noticing your expression, Mitsuri smiled at you, bumping you lightly with her hip. “Wanna help me put all of them in containers so we can get them to the party?”

You looked up at her, unable to hide your smile. “Yeah,” you agreed easily, bumping her back playfully. “I think I’d like that a lot.”

i still have five prompts available on the original list if anyone is interested! 💜