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—corazón despeinado

miles morales x gn! reader

genre: fluff?? angst???

wc: 1.7k

part two here

synopsis: your friendship with miles seemed to hit a sore spot. the reason? his hair.

warnings: atsv spoilers! like big spoilers! canon divergence (miguel would hate me sorry bae)

a/n: this is earth 42! miles! just put it under here since i put the warning okay read at your own discretion from here on!

“Ow! Que te pasa? That shit hurt, mami.” Miles sat forward, rubbing his scalp.

You sighed and rolled your eyes. Miles Morales was such a baby when it came to doing his hair. You loved doing his hair, and him letting you have full control of it, but hated how much he flinched.

“No jodas. I barely even pulled it. If you would sit still, maybe we could finish this faster.”

Miles grumbled under his breath and he sat back in the chair, wincing when you started up again.

You had been doing Miles’ hair for years, Rio being your mom’s best friend. You guys spent summers and most weekends together, always having some sort of party. Your mom owned the neighborhood beauty salon & had been showing the ropes to you.

Miles always came to you when he wanted his hair done, or if he just wanted to see you.

“So, what’s the plan for tonight? Got a steamy date?”

Miles rolled his eyes.

“A date?”

“Yeah, a steamy date with some beautiful woman or man! Or romantic, a nice stroll on the street, the sky full of stars, going to a nice dinner.”

“Ya tu sabes, I’m not the type who does those types of dates.”

“Oh, so it is a date?”

“Mira, I don’t think there’s anyone I would date.”

You reached down in your apron to grab a hair tie to finish one of his braids.

“And why is that?”

You were so focused on his braids, that you didn’t notice his eyes staring at your face through the mirror.

Miles knew that he wasn’t into anyone the way he was into you. He wasn’t sure if you knew that he liked you. Miles thought it was fairly obvious, he gave you little gifts that he knew you would like, and spent most of his time with you. His mom had pretty much adopted you into his family, showing you how to make his favorites like mofongo & empanadas. For someone so bright, you seemed to not catch the hints he threw at you.

His silence caught you off guard & you stared at him through the mirror, a little surprised to see he was already staring at you.

“Miles?”

He seemed to snap out of whatever train of thought and sent you a half-hearted grin.

“Enough about me. What about you? Any plans?”

You shook your head, laughing slightly.

“Nah. Te recuerdas de ese guy que salí con like ages ago?”

Miles hummed as a signal for you to go on.

“Well, he asked me out again and as much as I loved the first date, I just wanted to spend the night by myself. Nothing sounds better than a cheesy movie & takeout.”

Before he could say anything else, you finished his last braid and tied it off.

“Ya terminé. What do you think?”

Miles got up from the chair and glanced at himself in the mirror, admiring your work.

“It looks good.”

You clapped your hands and gave him a hug.

“I’m so glad you like them! I know they’re a little different than usual but I thought they suit you.”

He nodded and gave you a small smile.

You were about to say something, when his phone went off.

“Girlfriend texting you?”

He rolled his eyes and pulled his phone from his jacket, seeing his uncle ask him where he was.

“Ya te dije, I don’t have anyone like that. I gotta go, but I’ll see you tomorrow?”

You nodded and started to clean your station, hoping if you finished early you could leave.

Miles placed a chaste kiss on your cheek & made his way towards the door.

“I’ll take you out for breakfast tomorrow!”

He walked out of the door, leaving you smiling and shaking your head at how cute he could be sometimes.

You had left the salon late in the afternoon, taking a few of your mother’s clients while she handled a few other clients. You weren’t licensed just yet, but you knew you had the skills and experience to get your license as soon as you finished high school.

Your mom had some more clients after you had left & told you she wouldn’t be home tonight as she was planning on having a girls night with a few of her friends.

You had finally got home & changed into a shirt and shorts, ready to just relax and watch some movies. Rummaging through the fridge, you realized that you actually did have to order takeout, since there was nothing already made.

Checking the time, you figured you could swing by the local pizzeria, and stop by the supermarket for some ice cream. Grabbing your bag, you slipped on some easy shoes and made sure to lock the door.

At the pizzeria, you had ordered your food, and were just waiting. Sitting at one of the booths, you were slightly confused when you heard Miles’ voice come from the counter.

You turned to take a peek, and saw Miles there with a completely different outfit, and most noticeably, his braids were gone.

You were annoyed, his braids took you some time & he had already taken them out. If he really hated them, why didn’t he just tell you?

Going up to him, you tapped his shoulder.

He turned around and saw you, giving you a confused look.

“No me das esa cara, si no te gustaron, you know I would’ve changed them!”

Miles gave you an even more confused look, and started to really piss you off.

“Okay, why are you giving me that look? Seriously if you didn’t like the braids, I would’ve fixed them.”

“Braids? Do you have me mistaken for someone else?”

“Your name is Miles Morales, right?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Then no, I’m not mistaken. God why weren’t you just upfront about it with me? I would’ve done whatever you wanted, you know that.”

“Uh—“

“What? Are you too cool for them?”

“No I just—“

“I bet you do have a hot date huh! That’s what it is.”

“Hot date? Definitely not. I am so confused.” Miles said, awkwardly scratching the nape of his neck.

The guy at the counter called your name, and you pointed to Miles.

“Stay here. We aren’t done talking about this.”

You rushed up to the counter, and grabbed your pie, thanking him and ran back to Miles, grabbing his sleeve and dragging him with you.

Once outside, you dragged him to your apartment building, stopping at the stairs, placing your pizza box there.

“What’s going on with you?”

Miles just stared at you, not sure how to tell you that he wasn’t who you thought he was.

“I’m sorry.”

You sighed and frowned. Miles rarely apologized, even when he had done something. He had always sweet-talked you into not being mad at him, knowing that you had a soft spot for him.

“An apology? That’s a first. Miles, I just wanna know what’s been going on with you. You make plans with people and don’t tell me who, which like yeah I guess I’m not entitled to that information but—” you were cut off when he hugged you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and stayed like that for a second. You knew Miles. He wasn’t a PDA sort of person and he wasn’t big on hugs either. He wasn’t telling you something, and it seemed to weigh heavy on him.

Before you knew it, he had unraveled himself from you and you both were standing away from each other.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure this will all make sense eventually but I really gotta go.”

He gave you a look that you couldn’t decipher and left you, pizza still on the steps, getting cold.

You didn’t hear from Miles until the next morning, knocking at your window.

You groaned and threw a pillow in that direction, knowing it probably missed.

The knocking kept going, so you got up and went to open the window not even sparing Miles a glance.

You trudged your way back into bed, making space for the both of you. He laid down next to you, having a debate if he should pull you close to him.

“Amor, what’s wrong?”

“Be quiet. I'm still trying to sleep.”

Miles let out a huff and poked your side.

“Miles, leave me alone.”

“Que hice?”

“What do you mean ‘que hice?’ We talked about this. If you didn’t listen to me at all then why are—”

You turned to face him, quickly realizing the small space in between the two of you.

You stared at his face, the sunlight giving him a soft glow. His eyes even were a different shade of brown, turning more like pools of milk chocolate. But what stood out to you the most, was his hair, in braids, neatly as if they were never out of them.

How was that possible? You saw him the night before and he didn’t have them. What was happening?

Miles called your name and you blinked, face feeling flushed at your gawking.

“You have your braids.”

He gave you a confused look.

“Yeah?”

“But last night you didn’t.”

“Last night? I don’t remember seeing you last night.”

“You’re joking right? I saw you and we talked and you left in a hurry.”

You sat up and sighed, confused and frustrated as to why he wouldn’t remember this.

“Are you sure it was me?”

You stared at him. Why did he have to say it in such a condescending tone?

“Yes, Miles. It was you.”

“It couldn’t have been me.”

“Are you calling me a liar?”

“Maybe a bit delusional. Guess you missed me that much.”

You were beyond frustrated now, and got out of bed.

Without a word, you pulled him out of bed and walked him over to your window.

“What— seriously que te hice?”

Crossing your arms, you looked away from him.

“The fact that you don’t even remember our conversation yesterday, and the fact that you’re acting like it never happened and you weren’t being weird— I can’t.”

“You can't do what?” Miles' voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat.

“I can't do this right now. You should go.”

“But-“

“Miles.” you whispered his name, feeling so many different emotions. He knew that you had made up your mind and pressed a kiss onto your forehead.

With that, he climbed out of your room and went down the fire escape.

You sat in your room, confused by everything and feeling something new, something like a heartache in your chest.

#paris writes #miles morales #miles morales x reader #miles morales x y/n #miles morales x you #earth 42 miles morales x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #across the spider verse spoilers #across the spiderverse #e42 miles morales #miles morales prowler #miles morales angst #miles morales fluff

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tell me all about swanfeathers!! -bibaybe

yayayyyayyyayyy thank you!!!

okie so swanfeathers is an original fic of mine. it’s a bodyguard crush trope story. the main romance is between mirae (bae yoonji) and hyeonsu (woo do hwan), but there’s a whole cast of side characters too that i’m still working on casting and naming everybody send me your fav korean fcs please. i’ve started about 3 different scene fics already.

this thing is gonna be a whole ramble mess tbh. lets gooo

so ahn mirae is 25 and she’s an ex-idol. she was in a duo band called ‘lovish’ with her older fraternal twin, narae (bae yoon young). their stage names were ‘miso’ and ‘nabi’. they debuted a few months after their 18th birthday and were super popular for a handful of years. mirae was the lead dancer and narae was the lead singer, but they were both good at either role; narae was a professionally trained dancer where mirae had natural talent, and narae was more confident to take on more singing lines but mirae had ‘her songs’. when the twins were 23, they were on holiday with their parents and mirae ended up in an accident, landing her with a number of scars, in particular a pretty significant one on the left side of her face. a month after they returned home, lovish released their last song, ‘swansong’, and then went silent on social media for another couple months. mirae then released a video exposing her label for pushing her to get plastic surgery to minimise her facial scarring even after she’d firmly declined, and that another group under the same label - that goes unnamed for the appearance of ‘privacy’ - had been talking shit about lovish, starting before her accident and then even worse after. fans weren’t overly surprised to hear this from mirae since she’d been consistently earnest about her experiences as an idol and had a habit of pushing back against authority; fans had initially recognised this when the twins were 20, and they’d nicknamed that specific lovish era the ‘disillusionment era’ since there were multiple instances of mirae pushing back against her label, for example: refusing to wear specific performance outfits that they were trying to force on her, bts videos of her removing make-up that she didn’t like and refusing to go on extreme diets, etc. some fans respected her for standing up for herself, others thought she had ‘bad behaviour’ and she ‘should’ve known better before getting into the industry’.

since leaving the idol life, narae moved onto modelling, and mirae kind of. plateaued. she joined her sister in some modelling shoots, appeared in some music videos if she liked the songs, took some classes about art history, but mostly didn’t attach herself to anything fully. she found she had more time for archery, a hobby she’d had since high school and that she’d always been an ace at, often complimented for being at a near ‘olympic level’ after years of training.

what went mostly unknown about while mirae was an idol was that she had a stalker. he showed up at nearly every show, every public appearance, at the airport when they were travelling; he once wore a pair of hidden camera glasses to a fan sign that mirae didn’t notice but narae did. the twins had three main social media accounts: their own separate ones and one for lovish itself. the stalker followed mirae’s and would only interact with her content on the lovish account. eventually he started messaging her, he’d send her videos and pictures he’d taken of her. this continued even after lovish was disbanded. when mirae blocked him on everything, he took it further and delivered a package to the twins’ apartment - not through the mail, literally to their door. they contacted the police, but they were pretty unhelpful; she wasn’t ‘actually harmed’, she didn’t know who the stalker was or his real name, ‘what did she expect since she was an idol?’. it happens twice more over almost a year, envelopes full of candid pictures of mirae. then it comes to a head when the stalker attempts to kidnap mirae. narae shows up just in time and beats the guy away, but he manages to escape before the police show up.

the twins’ dad takes the matter into his own hands, finally making the sisters move into a new apartment and hiring a bodyguard for mirae.

enter kang hyeonsu.

hyeonsu is 31 … and has no real idea who ahn mirae or ‘miso’ is, nor what ‘lovish’ is beyond hearing about it in passing from news stories and from his friends who were fans. he claims it’s not his kind of music, and even so, he couldn’t tell you the members of his favourite bands with any kind of certainty. he goes in for bodyguard interview because he’s looking for a new job, and eventually gets hired after a rigorous interviewing process.

mirae does not want a bodyguard. she wasn’t even involved in the interviews because she was hoping her father would just give up. he doesn’t. so she’s stuck with hyeonsu.

when mirae manages to convince her father to let her have ‘one more day of freedom’, hyeonsu goes home and gives in to his roommate’s - and high school friend’s - nagging to tell him who the ‘new client’ was. immediately after being told, his roommate and roommate’s sister go all in, excitedly talking about lovish and groaning because hyeonsu is ‘so out of the loop’. hyeonsu eventually cuts them off, not wanting to pry into mirae’s life. he even considers looking into whatever incident incited the need for a bodyguard to be ‘invasive’.

when hyeonsu accompanies mirae to the gym for her archery training, she mentions her coach also being one of the gym’s boxing coaches and that she wants to ‘see hyeonsu’s skills for herself’. he eventually agrees. seeing him spar is the first crack in mirae’s walls.

she’d thought he was attractive when they’d first met and joked about it to try and break the ice, but now it was becoming a bit of a problem. she keeps it to herself, but eventually confesses to her sister when her crush becomes too much. narae is conflicted about it, wanting to support her sister but also recognising the inappropriateness of it.

the two slowly get closer. he’s impressed by her archery skills; she calls him when she has an anxiety attack while alone at her apartment; she likes being around someone who sees her as more than just ‘miso the idol’; he protects her from overwhelming fans and a shitty ‘friend of a friend’ who attempts to get handsy with her; they talk about their families and childhoods and their own interests. they get attached to each other.

hyeonsu tries to stay professional, to push his feelings down because she’s much younger than him and he was hired by her father, but can feel his resolve slipping with every day he spends with her. mirae kind of gives in to her feelings, but despite how forthright she usually is, can’t find a way to confess. they keep having ‘moments’, toeing the line, but neither are confident enough to make the first move and actually cross that line.

i just have. so many ideas for them.

and they’re both so pretty~~

#bibaybe #tj answers #fic: swanfeathers #aaaaaa THEM!!! ✨✨✨ #going insane about them actually

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Flower girl — by valen-tyne-ghost

Mirabel x Ghost!Fem!Reader

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Warnings/Tags : random change from 3rd pov to 2nd pov at the end, Dead character, mentions of blood, mentions of dying..

A/N : Hey bae, it's time for your daily dose of angst

Love...

That word brought a bitter taste to Mirabel's tongue everytime someone would say it. It was something the girl had tried to avoid for the past few years, only ever speaking of it to share her distaste of romance.. Mirabel swore to never fall in love, as it would only hurt her... But... There was one girl who had managed to tear down those walls to see what was behind it... and behind it was a fragile girl who craved love and affection but was far too afraid to get abandoned or hurt.

She teared those walls down with such ease that not even a parachute could've stopped Mirabel from falling....

....The girl's name was (Name) but Mira liked to call her Flower girl.. She had beautiful, soft hair and a pretty smile, but the most eye-catching detail about her were the (favoritecolor) flowers covering her eyes as red liquid trickled down her face. Mirabel was young when she met (Name), it was after her failed ceremony that flower girl suddenly showed up..

They hung out everyday, (Name) was Mirabel's only friend and so she cherished her dearly, but what started as platonic affection bloomed into something more.. It felt like Mirabel couldn't last one minute near (Name) without her face going hot and her palms start getting sweaty as she stutters out incoherent sentences...

The colombian girl kept her feelings a secret for months until on one occasion, she accidentally blurted it out... Flower girl confessed her own feelings and well, it all blossomed from there..

Mirabel felt absolute bliss— but something still felt... Wrong, she had started to take noticed of how everyone seemed to ignore (Name's) existence, or how people gave her weird looks whenever she spoke to her in public.. It was all so peculiar. Maybe she was overthinking all of this...

Mirabel continued to ignore the suspicion and curiosity bubbling in her... It wasn't until (Name) stopped showing up that she actually thought about everything. She pushed the feeling down further and decided to just go look for you... Three days pass and the girl Mira loved oh so dearly was still gone and Mirabel was desperate to find you, going as far as telling her parents to help look for you.. Julieta gave her daughter a concerned look.

"Mira, I think its time we talked about your... Imaginary girlfriend" Her mother spoke hesitantly

"what..?" Confusion was evident in Mirabel's voice.. Imaginary? What did she mean by that?

"Hun, I know you're lonely but please just let this girlfriend of yours go, she's not real"

Mirabel couldn't believe this, how could her parents say that? (Name) was real and she'll prove it.. She took off running into the forest with hot tears streaming down her face, Mira's mother yelled for her but it was no use...

She didn't wanna believe her mother's words because you are real! She knows it...!

Mirabel reluctantly stopped running to take a break, she sat down near a tree and leaned against it... Tears still decorated her eyes and cheeks, it didn't take long before Mirabel turned into a sobbing mess.

"Mira..?"

Her head turned to the direction of the voice.. your voice... And there you were, leaning against a tree with a gentle smile.

Mirabel was in shock so you took it upon yourself to approach her. You sat beside Mirabel..

"W-where have you been?" She enveloped you in an embrace, sobbing into your shoulder..

"I've been getting ready to move on to the after life, after I get things sorted out I'll be in peace" You placed a hand on the side of her face and began to wipe away the tears with your thumb "I won't be able to see or talk to you again" You added with a heavy sigh

"What?"

"Mira, I'm dead.. I've been dead for a long time now.." She froze at your statement "I'm not alive, mi amour... I'm a ghost"

"...."

"I truly am sorry for not telling you sooner.. but you were so happy.."

"B-but.. You can't leave! What about our promise!? You said we'd get married one day!" Mirabel's breathing became uneven and her cries became louder, she couldn't lose you!

"I'm sorry Mirabel, but this is just how things are... Maybe in another life, I love you" You leaned in for one last kiss, she gripped your hand tightly in hopes that if she holds onto you tight enough, you'll stay, but alas... You vanished only leaving a few bloodstained flowers... And Mirabel had lost you...

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#Val's fics #Valen can write #mirabel x reader #mirabel x you #mirabel x y/n #encanto mirabel #mirabel madrigal #encanto #encanto x you #encanto x reader #tw mentions of blood #tw mentions of death #tw angst #i cried making this #ghost reader

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remnants of happiness | im nayeon

requested: nopers admin: mirae authors note: im not so sure im fully happy with this. also I wish i could make fics like these a surprise and have you discover its angst and not fluff but i needa add the warnings for people, i dont anyone gettin hurt cause of me  authors note #2: if you find any mistakes please let me know! genre: angst warnings: abuse, mental and physical  word count: 1.4k

Monday, 6:23pm, Week 1 

Your hands typed away furiously at the keyboard, eye barely even glancing down to double-check your typing or spelling. Your eyes have been hyper-focused on the girl in front of you, Im Nayeon, you don't believe in gods or goddess but something within your mind told you that they were real and Nayeon was one of them. 

She gently brushed her hair behind her ear, head slightly turning in your direction. For the split second that your eyes locked with hers, you felt your heart 20 floors and your stomach practice gymnastics. That smile, that sweet bunny-like smile, had to have been one of the cutest things you'd ever seen. 

Turning back to her friend, you couldn't remember her name but you had seen them together many times, Nayeon went back to talking to her as if she didn't just take another piece of your heart. Maybe someday, you'd get the guts to actually talk to her and not stare at her like a creep in the coffee shop. Despite giving yourself the little bumps of encouragement you knew you'd probably never be able to do it. 

You weren't like your friends, you couldn't just strike up a conversation with any given stranger. Even though Nayeon wasn't a stranger, you had her in your econ class and had talked to her a few times, so at this point, she was an acquaintance. An acquaintance that you happened to be madly infatuated with. 

Looking back down at your work your cheeks burned up in embarrassment, you hadn't been typing about the difference in healthcare between America, Germany, and China, you had been typing your nonsense thoughts Quickly backtracking you deleted everything your autopilot brain at typed and attempted to work on your assignment once more. You couldn't keep letting Nayeon distract you like this. 

It felt like hours had passed, hours spent wasting your life away studying for a degree you wouldn't even get a job, A light tap causes your eye to snap up at the source of the sound. 

There she stood, light shining down around her beautifully. 

“Hi,,, may I help you?”, you asked quietly, mentally cursing yourself for sounding so rude. Nayeon didn't seem to take offense to your tone as she simply giggled. 

“This probably sounds extremely stupid and I know what you're gonna say so I've already prepared myself. I was wondering if I could have your number?” Nayeon always had been good at one thing, confidence, or at least faking confidence, you'd never seen her look nervous, worried, and tired. She always had her shoulders back and a smile on her face. There she stood in front of you, voice wavering and fingers fiddling with her hair. 

“O,, Of course-” you shake your head at your own stutter, hands reaching for a spare piece of paper to write it down on “-here you go,” handing her the paper your hands brushed a little sending a shock to your heart.

 “Thank you Y/n,, I'll text you later,” Nayeon spun around on her heels giggling with her friend as they left the shop. 

You stared blankly at your computer, confused by what had just happened. Thee Im Nayeon was nervous because she was asking for your number.

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Friday, 9:56pm, Week 5

Dating Nayeon had been one of the most amazing experiences of your life. She was the perfect girlfriend, you couldn't have asked for a better person in your life. It felt like you two had been made for each other, despite only dating for a little over a month, it felt like you had been dating for years. Dropping the box on the floor you huffed and smiled as you gently rubbed your back. 

“That's it, the last box,” you said proudly to Nayeon.

 She was moving in with you, despite her friends thinking it was a bad idea. Some would say that you were moving to fast but you didn't care, ou just knew that you and Nayeon were meant to be together. 

She giggled and tapped your nose “I think it's time we have a snack, we deserve it after all this heavy lifting,” her voice was the most calming and relaxing thing you'd ever heard before. 

“Ah, you're a smart one aren't ya? I think you're correct, we deserve a snack,” you slung your arm over her shoulder and lead her in the direction of your small and cramped kitchen. 

“Now we have to figure out if we want to cook something or order something,” you say as you stared at your practically empty fridge.

 Nayeon looked at you then back at the fridge “How about we order some Chinese,” she suggested with a laugh at how empty your cabinets were also. Nodding your head in the agreement you reached for the phone and began putting in your guys' orders. 

Within 35 minutes the Chinese had arrived and you and Nayeon laid on the couch and watched TV as you stuffed your face with the extremely greasy and unhealthy food.

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Tuesday, 3:12pm, Week 8

You knew you knew you should have listened to what everyone was saying. You were blind, blind by a love that was never there and never existed in the first place. Nayeon wasn't some goddess sent from the heavens just for you, no she was a demon sent to make your life a living hell and she was succeeding. 

Throwing the pillow on the couch Nayeon screamed “I wasn't cheating on you, babe. I swear I was out having a few drinks with my friend Jeongyeon then we went back to her place, you could even ask her,” Nayeon had tears in her eyes, she tried to hold them back but they threatened to spill overboard. 

“You know what you are? Pathetic, you're a pathetic excuse of a human being. Why the fuck would I call Nayeon when I know she’d lie to cover up for the fact that her best friend is a dirty little lying whore,” you spat your words at her like venom, causing the tears she so strongly attempting to hold back to spill over. 

Nayeon sobbed, loudly. Hearing it made your heartbreak, maybe you were wrong to judge and accuse her, maybe she really had been telling the truth. “,,,, Is what I would've said If I didn't believe you, I believe you bae I'm sorry for getting mad,” you tried to cover up your outburst.

 Walking over to her you got angry when she flinched away from your touch “Babe,” you said in your most stern voice “I love you so much and id never do anything to hurt you, never, but you know who would hurt you? The other people, other people will try to hurt you but I won't because I love you,” you roughly pulled her into you. Enjoying the feeling of her trembling body pressed against yours. Smelling her hair the scent of cherry and jasmine soothed your heart. 

You loved Nayeon, she was perfect in every single way. She was yours, and you wouldn't let anyone else have you. They weren't right for her but you were. You were perfect for the perfect girl.

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Sunday, 11:38pm, Week 12

Liar, liar, liar, liar, that's all she was. She lied, constantly. Constantly lied and broke you apart, she wasn't perfect nor had she ever been. She had always been a dirty little slut, who loved to play games with people's hearts, hearts like yours that were so caring would get ripped apart by her vicious claws. 

Despite all that, all her lies, you loved her more than words could even begin to describe, She was incredible, beautiful, amazing. She lifted you up when you were down. Every second with her was euphoric like you were high on love, and it felt beyond amazing. Staring at her figure, curled up on the ground you smiled sinisterly. 

“I love you Nayeon,-” brushing some of her sweaty hair off her forehead you continued “-and no one will ever be able to love a slut like you, except for me,” you finished, hand slapping across her face to get her attention. “Do you love me, Nayeon?’ you asked voice cracking. 

Nayeon whimpered and nodded her head “I do, I love you. I ever cheated on you baby and I promise I never will,’ she cried out, hands attempting to free themselves from the shackles you bound them too. 

“I can't trust you, baby, I just can't. Until you can gain my trust back I need you to stay here where it's safe,” you said. Standing up you cracked your neck and headed to the door of the storage room far out from the nearest city. 

“Goodbye Nayeon, I left you some food and water, I'll be back tomorrow to check up on you.”

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lucky number: Idk maybe 13?

instruments: Nah

what are you wearing: Funky sweater

dream job: Ideally, kept woman (but also therapist)

dream trip: Kickass road trip across Europe

birthday: may 20th

height: 5′4 ??? 

gender/pronouns: she/her

other blogs: Nope

nicknames: None really based on my name. Also “Kirby” and “Satan” thanks to @isilbladeschillin

star sign: taurus

time: 1.03PM 

favorite bands: Paramore, Imagine Dragons and Mumford and Sons

favorite artist: Hayley Kiyoko aka Lesbian Jesus blessing me in this year of twenty-gay-teen

favorite tumblr artist: SHIT TOO MANY including but not limited to @catnippackets @lavenderdreamer13 @saltylances @kiilea and so many more holy shit (and obviously @isilblades but she’s my fave artist irl so i don’t count her here)

song stuck in your head: Sleepover - Hayley Kiyoko

last movie you watched: The Martian was on TV yesterday 

last show you watched: BROOKLYN NINE NINE ITS BACK BABY

why did you make your blog: My friends had one and I have no originality whatsoever

what do you post: gay

last thing you googled: How to grow an avocado (for obvious reasons)

ao3: Miikado

do you ever get asks: Rarely

how did you get the idea for your url: Idk it’s been ages 

favorite food: Anything with eggplant, also any spicy veggies

last book you read: Into The Drowning Deep by Mira Grant bc ITS SO AMAZING but also I’m re-reading the Parasitology series

top 3 fictional universes: Anything that has mermaids or witches. The gayer the better.

Tagging: @totallynotapumpkindonut @berserkdragon @thearabian-guardian-of-fun @isilbladeschillin @toffyy and idk whoever sees this I tag u

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[sanctuary95]

Here we go Again.

  7/31/2018

I’m back! And the cycle has started once again... An awesome summer coming to a screeching halt as I depart to West Virginia tomorrow. Depression and sadness fill my body... But this will be a good challenge to learn how to cope with that or learn how to get that out of my system. On one hand, I feel good because I’m putting myself in challenging situations and getting stronger and learning by the second. But in the other, I feel that this challenge is too drastic and it may impact my mental health wayyy too much. It's risky.

This summer I had my very first internship experience... I feel so unprofessional because I crushed HARD on a co-worker. I hate that sometimes I can be too much of a hopeless romantic and feel like I can’t control my emotions. I wanted to be strictly professional and focus on my first internship experience. But the thought of him ALWAYS clouded my mind and engulfed my thoughts. Why am I like this? Why do I let my feelings take so much control of me? Or why are my romantic feelings so overwhelming? I seriously think it is just the person I am. When I crush, I crush hard... But is that a good thing? Is that a sign of immaturity still though? I want to feel like it is a good thing. 

So moving on to my little summer shenanigans, there was this guy at work who was a delivery driver. ( I can’t wait to look back at this and feel silly because I had a huge crush on this guy lol... it always happens). I am going to call him Ber for the sake of things. When I was first introduced to him I didn’t really think anything of him. But when I spoke to him and he told me that he was Dominican, then it was a bit different. I was put to do a ride-along with him in his truck and that's when everything changed. When he started holding his truck door open for me so I could get in is when I started looking at him differently. We vibed soo much and I felt extremely comfortable around him. I even started to feel an attraction towards him. That day was June 29th. But he told me his age and he was 13 years older than me at this time ( 35 years old). AND he has a 16-year-old daughter.. smh. But after he told me that the attraction stayed! It kind of made liking him a little bit more fun actually. 

More details on the ride-along on June 29th... It is kind of crazy because I cannot recall much of it. That day was a Friday and I actually spent the WHOLE weekend thinking about him NONSTOP. I remember we flirted a bit but nothing too crazy.  

Then we had an encounter on July 12th. I had to observe him because he was a top 3 contender for truck departure. So I went in the van and met him at his stops. This time the attraction was prevalent as soon as I spoke to him and I think he felt the same way. I remember at one of the first stops I was just looking at his smile and focused more on his features. I thought he was very attractive. At one of his stops, there were guys flirting with me and he made comments about it... dique why wouldn't they flirt with you, “mira tu piel y tu pelo bueno” Hahaha if only he knew! But when he said those comments I felt something as well. What attracted me a lot to him I feel like was his discreteness. He didn’t once tell me directly, I like you or I find you very attractive, it was felt. ALOT. By his actions. 

Same with me, I never once openly told him how attracted I was to him, it was just known. After that stop, my van broke down. The way he handled it also told me that he was flirting and was attracted to me as well. As he was leaving he was saying something in his truck and I told him to call me because I could not make out what he wanted to say to me. He called me and told me to not start drinking and stuff since I had to wait at a bar for the mechanic to come. I told him he left me all by myself and he said “ trust me I would rather sit there with you having a couple of drinks and take on a date, but I have to do these stops.” HA... man, I replayed those words soo many times over and over again. I was soo happy. BUT he never asked me out outside of work.. so I think he was seeing another girl and just enjoyed flirting with me at work and stuff. 

Then we had another encounter on July 26th, my second to last day at work. But I do not want to speak too many details on it, I just want to focus on the scope of things. We had more silent moments and the intense spark was not as prevalent. But I think that was more on my part because I was being quiet and distant. Something about his energy made me feel that way.. and when he mentioned that he did not pack his lunch because he stayed at a friend’s house last night let me know that he was seeing someone else. I noticed that when he would refer to a friend that was a boy he would say “boys” house. Nevertheless, we had a good conversation.. We found out we both had lived in Lawrence, Ma and we had the same birthday, 12/18.. Go figure!

BUT moral of said story.. he never asked me out.. so again I think he was seeing someone. It was a very intense attraction I had with him. And I was dying to explore more about his lifestyle.. But I am kind of glad we never took things further because it would have just been bad.. probably really bad. I hope I can stop crushing sooooo hard for people in the future! But I did hope that maybe we could have something, so I could get that out of my system now and have the experience and wisdom for future circumstances... With this being said.. FAREWELL to my “work bae”. I wish you the best in all of your future endeavors, and hopefully, I left a good unforgettable impression on you. ;)

to be continued..maybe..maybe not.

Side Note: This felt soo good to let out and put it into words.. WOW, now my mind doesn't have to be suffocated by this since I am letting it out.. 

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[multiphandomunnies]

cold and stoic | bae joohyun

requested:  Hi ok i have a request rv irene and fem reader where the reader is daugther of Ceo in a BIG company and the reader is misunderstood to be a cold and bad but actually is very kindhearted. Then rv goes to the company and stuff and there irene and reader meet and reader comes off as cold but then they get to know each other in time and irene realizes that she is compeletly different to what people say. Thank you authors note: Im sorry if the ending sucks :\ admin: mirae

Your dad ran one of the biggest modeling agencies in the entire world. Many men and women wanted to work under your father, working under him was a sign that you were truly on the top when it came to the modeling world. Every year he chose some famous celebrity to work alongside the other models as the face of the group. It was always a big deal for whoever got picked as they would have to attend some of the biggest fashion events in the world. 

This year the company choose the leader of popular idol group Red Velvet, Bae Joohyun aka Irene Bae. Irene was known for her goddess-like looks, she looked like the definition of a princess. What stood out to you about her was not her angelic beauty but instead her quiet demeanor. She didn't talk much the entire time she was being signed with your father and every time you heard her voice you were pleasantly surprised. Never before had you ever wanted someone to talk to you so much before. You may have been the daughter of an outgoing and charismatic CEO but that didn't mean you were the same. In Fact, you had quite the opposite reputation going for you. 

Like Irene, you were quiet and sometimes came off as cold. The difference was, you didn't have the goddess-like appeal she did. You were just,, you. As the meeting was coming to an end and people were taking pictures you quietly shuffled out of the room and into the hallway. Breathing a sigh of relief you quickly went to the fountain to get a nice cup of water. Being around so many people made you hot but being around Irene was unbearable. “She makes a perfect face of this company,” you thought to yourself as images of the strong leader flew in your mind. 

“Excuse me,” a soft voice rang in your ears. Turning around you were met face to face with the beauty herself. She wore a soft smile that made her look very gentle, it looked like she was going to say something but you panicked and pushed past her, accidentally hitting her shoulder in the process. 

“Sorry,” you mumbled as you quicken your pace and headed to the meeting room. A string of curse left your mouth as you realized just how bitchy you seemed to her. She genuinely looked like she had something to say to you but you pushed her away. 

“Excuse me, Miss L/n,” Irene spoke to you catching you by surprise. You looked at her with a baffled expression, confused as to why she wanted to talk to you. “I think you misinterpreted me earlier. I wasn't trying to get some water, I actually wanted to talk to you,” she said before you could say anything. 

“Oh-” you pushed some hair behind your ear “how may I help you?” Irene's face went from confident and happy to nervous in a matter of seconds. 

“I uh don't have many friends outside of my members and I wanted to know if we could be friends. Can I have your number?” she asked while fiddling with the hem of her jacket. 

You smiled happily and started to pull out your phone “I'd love that!’ you beamed. Irene stared at your expression in awe, you went from seeming nearly unapproachable to looking like the friendliest person in existence.

Weeks had passed since you and Irene had befriended one another and Irene realized that she couldn't have been more wrong about you. It really proved to her not to judge a book by its cover and it made her thankful to whatever strange force was compelling her to befriend you. You weren't this cold-hearted and stoic bitch like the rumors had told, instead, you were a little loud weirdo with a contagious laugh. 

Today when you met up with her at your fathers company she decided that she’d do something she never imagined doing. Irene was going to ask you out, on an actual date. She didn't know what you were going to say or how you would react but she didn't care, she needed to get the feeling off of her chest already as it was unbearable. 

“Hey Y/n! Before you say a thing I need to ask you something,” she said with a heavy sigh. Your face morphed from happy and bright to panic. Normally in these situations, people asked you “why do you hate me?” or “can I borrow some money” so you weren't expecting anything good to come out of her question. 

“Go ahead,” you weakly repelled. 

“I don't know if you feel the same way but Y/n I really like you and I would love it if we went on a date. Like couples date, not a friend date,” Irene clarified. Her fear was too strong and she couldn't look you in the eyes in fear of you laughing in her face. You squealed loudly and caught the attention of those around you. “Bae Joohyun I'd love to go on a real date with you,” you pulled her in for a tight hug. Irene smiled as she inhaled your scent. 

“Thank god.”

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