#OMG FINALLY!!!

[heluvschibi]

Destined (Meant to be) (pt2) (1)(2)

idol!Chan x fem!reader

[edited]

Des: Ever since you were little you guys were friends. Why? Because our parents were also friends. So, you can imagine the happiness and shock when your parents and his parents found out we were both due on the same. Day. And for 26 years of your life all you heard was "You guys were destined, meant to be."

A/N: I did change the writing style. :]

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Y/n's POV

I opened my door and plopped down onto my bed, closing my eyes. "That was embarrassing…" I mumbled to myself in my dimly lit room, illuminated by a single small lamp on my desk.

I closed my eyes and started to think about what happened at dinner…

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10 minutes earlier

Everyone was laughing and eating… all except me. I had hoped to see Chris again, but… it's just embarrassing.

He left to pursue his dreams of becoming an idol, and I'm still here at home—the same home for the longest time.

I wanted to be a vet and help animals, but when Chan left, everything went downhill. At college, I was kicked out because someone took my position. Like, what!?

And when I applied for another college, I didn't have any money for tuition, so I dropped out. I'm 26 years old… and I still live with my parents.

I glanced over at Chan as he casually chatted with my parents.

"Chris, I'm—we're proud of you," my mom exclaimed. The scoff was supposed to be in my head, but I guess I let it out into the air.

All the clinking of utensils stopped, the chatter died down, and all their attention was now on me…

"Y/n, would you like to say something?" My mom's voice was stern.

"No…" I took one last bite of my food before standing up. "I'm done with dinner."

As I walked away, I heard my dad's voice mumbling something.

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Chan's POV

"I'm sorry about her; she's just really happy to see you," Y/n's dad tried to reason, offering a small smile. I glanced at her mom, noticing the frustration etched on her face.

"So, is she a veterinarian yet?" I asked, attempting to lighten the mood. Her parents exchanged a look, then turned back to me, their silence speaking volumes.

"She tried many times. Her first college accepted her, but her spot was taken… and the other college? She couldn't afford the tuition, so she dropped out. We offered her money, but she refused to take any from us… and well, you see where she is now," her mom said, her voice trailing off as she looked down at her plate, covering her face with her hands. "I feel like it's all my fault. As a mother, I should've encouraged her to pursue her dreams, to accept the help…" Tears began to stream down her face, and Y/n's dad wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head and murmuring, "You did everything you could."

"Oh…" I exhaled, turning my gaze to the stairs. "May I be excused?"

Y/n's dad nodded, and I stood up, walking towards the stairs, the house's layout etched in my memory from countless sleepovers and parties. Her room should be at the end of this hall…

I raised my hand and knocked softly on the door. "Y/n, it's me." The doorknob resisted, half-turned—was it locked?

"Can you unlock the door?"

Shuffling sounds came from inside, followed by a click. I smiled and pushed the door open. Her room was almost as I remembered it, other than the Stray Kids merchandise scattered about. She was curled up in a ball, her back to me.

"Y/n, are you okay?" I asked gently, trying not to sound threatening. She hummed in response, and I rolled my eyes playfully before sitting down on her bed. "Come on, we're not five anymore… you know how to use words."

"I'm fine," she mumbled, her voice muffled. I leaned over her coiled form to see her clutching a WolfChan plush. Smiling, I leaned down and hugged her. She tensed at first but gradually relaxed.

"What's wrong, hm?" I whispered into her neck, her familiar scent enveloping me, her sweet perfume enhancing the tenderness of the moment.

"My parents probably already told you," she spoke softly, sighing.

"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you…"

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me posting everything BUT Oh he's just a nerd.

-heart from Straykids <3

thank you and, good morning, good afternoon, and goodnight!!-Chibi

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[thiziri]

The Princess Royal visits the United Arab Emirates.

The Princess Royal has visited Dubai, the United Arab Emirates, as President of The Mission to Seafarers (MtS).

The Mission to Seafarers (MtS) provides help and support to the 1.89 million men and women who face danger every day to keep the global economy afloat. MtS works in over 200 ports in 50 countries caring for seafarers of all ranks, nationalities and beliefs. 

Through its global network of chaplains, staff and volunteers, MtS offers practical, emotional and spiritual support to seafarers through ship visits, drop-in seafarers' centres and a range of welfare and emergency support services.

On arrival in Dubai, Her Royal Highness visited DP World’s Jebel Ali Port, the busiest port in the Middle East. Here, Her Royal Highness heard about the innovative technology being used at the port which includes electrified and automated high bay storage stacker cranes. 

The Princess Royal also saw a demonstration of container transfer from ship to shore before meeting the port’s Operations team, frontline workers and the MtS welfare team.

Following this, The Princess Royal attended a Women in Shipping and Trading Conference Panel Discussion to hear more about the importance of seafarers’ welfare with an emphasis on women in shipping and trade. 

During the visit, Her Royal Highness also opened the new Donnelly Lines facilities at Al-Minhad Air Base. 

The new HQ, welfare and accommodation facilities are named after Sergeant William ‘Billy’ Donnelly, an RAF navigator who died in UAE on 14th February 1943 after his aircraft suffered an oil leak. The facilities will support British service personnel at the Airbase. 

As President of the Royal Yachting Association (RYA), The Princess Royal toured Dubai Offshore Sailing Club, the region’s largest RYA training centre, and met dedicated volunteers who have promoted sailing and other competitive non-motorised water sports to communities in the United Arab Emirates since the Club was established in 1974.

Her Royal Highness ended the day in Dubai with a dinner hosted by representatives from MtS.

© Royal UK

#OMG FINALLY!!! #princess anne #princess royal #workanne #brf #british royal family

[nekophy]

AdamsApple? 👏

#im sure its proposed somewhere already but the shipname would be so good lmao #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #charlie morningstar #adam #angel dust cameo lol #THE FINALZ IS SO GOOD GUYS #my art #AdamsApple #hazbin hotel finale #Lucifer is babygirl omg he's my fave- #lucifer hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel

[heart-locket-musicboxless]

•. A visit in a dream .•

#the owl house #toh #my art #cw fatphobia #toh comic #amity blight #amity toh #toh amity #green haired amity #time skip amity #time skip Luz #luz noceda #lumity #angst #toh angst #it's finally done omg #idk why it took me so long to make this but it's a great improvement from my last comic imo

[audisive]

♪ BROOKLYN BABY. (💌) – previous part

౨ৎ simon 'ghost' riley | reader

synopsis: the 141 believes the scot now.

tags: fluff, romance, soft!simon, you're basically their mom atp lol, bickering, there's a bet between gaz n soap, gaz secretly wants you shh, ooc characters, not proofread, price being the gentleman he is, he's seriously just watching everything unfold

       It's not always that Ghost is willing to let the 141 stay at his house for their traditions – which is just drinking beer and watching sports, really. In fact, he's always said something about his place being empty, so they always settled on someone else's. They stop asking after a year, and in turn, he stops having reasons.

It's not until Soap pops the question again when everyone else's houses are unavailable for a variety of reasons, his being that he left his faucet on and now his shitty apartment is flooded. You can only imagine the suspicion and shock when Ghost agrees (or, rather, simply grunts).

The drive is long, nothing short of 5 hours, and Soap spends the better half of it bickering with either Gaz or Ghost. He falls asleep by the next half, and when he awakes, he gawks at the lovely looking house before their car. There's two stories to it, a balcony, a front porch, and there's no doubt that there's a backyard.

Contrary to popular belief, no, it is not all black or plain at all. It's all equally surprising to them. The Brit isn't the type to care about the appearance and state of a house, usually. They do envision him in a mostly empty apartment with only a bed and a bathroom, though.

There's a delicate touch to where a rough man lives; the smell is almost heavenly when they enter the house. It's homely, the scent of newly washed sheets and lingering smell of food; there's a cat perched on the living room table that Ghost scratches the head of lovingly in a way that's so casual and natural. It's like they're at the gates of–

"Simon!" Heaven's bells ring in their ears, luring them into the doorway of the living room, and the sound of feet padding against the cold floor. There comes a soft-looking thing running into Ghost's arms, completely engulfing you.

You only notice the three familiar faces of your boyfriend's team members – though you know he considers them family if anything – when you pull away. An angel clad in only a cami top, shorts, and Simon's hand around your waist, you turn to look at the group with a surprised look on your pretty – Soap thinks that God, you're so pretty – face. "Oh, hi," you smile sweetly, obviously awkward at the silence and the staring.

"It's been a while," Ever the gentleman, the gruff voice is the first to speak up with your name uttered, the only who's actually met you – John Price. Soap is too enamored with the way you hold yourself and the fact that, holy fuck, even your name's pretty. Gaz raises a brow at the captain's greeting.

You smile once more – a genuine one now. "Nice to see you again, John."

"'S rude to stare, Johnny." Simon speaks out, a smirk under the mask. "Please excuse him, miss," Gaz adds, this beautiful man, and offers a charming smile.

"You must be Gaz," you hold your hand out, "it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Pleasure's all mine," Kyle forgets that a hand could be this soft and gentle, "and please, call me Kyle." He barely stops himself from turning your hand in his to kiss the back of it like one should to a lady so fair; his lieutenant has good taste in women, he'll give him that. And when you're out of the area, Soap is sure to rub it in Gaz's face. I told ye so! LT wis hidin' somethin' from us. A pretty something, that is. You don't miss the way he slips a twenty-dollar bill into the Scottish man's hand.

"Glad tae meet ye," Soap finally says, winking. "Understand why he wis hidin' a bonnie lass like ye from us." There's a mischievous glint in his eye, almost naturally so.

"A'm hurt, LT, but whit can I do? After all, we're just a couple o' brutes, arenae we?"

Simon watches in amusement, "you'll live." Soap is quick to move to your side as you lead the small group of hulking men through your shared home after that.

Simon is visibly more relaxed with you around. He's comfortable, that much is a given, with the way he's taking up most of the thankfully large couch with his manspreading. So is the 141. They're pampered like spoiled children (or pets, really) through the whole day.

Instead of just beer and faucet water, they're offered a variety of drinks in the kitchen that's enough to be considered a private bar. Instead of an empty belly unhealthily stuffed with beer and a mix of mediocre takeout, they're met with warm homecooked meals. They lose track of time quickly; the night falls by the time they've tired themselves out, and they've had not one, but two meals thanks to you.

(They're sure to commend your cooking skills and think of how lucky this tall brute of a man is blessed with a woman so soft and pliant and wonderful and– while Price is the one to be the most grateful, Soap compliments you the most. "A can practically taste the love." You laugh in turn.)

Gaz is the first to speak after a meal so lovely, they could simply just sleep on the floor comfortably and wake to the same smell of home. "It's a bit late, love, we should probably go."

"Thank you for having us," Price smiles down at you kindly.

"Ye've been lovely, bonnie." He wants to stay some more.

"Wait," you stop them, looking up at Simon for further approval. He's already looking at you with a reassuring brush of his thumb on the side of your hip and a nod. You turn your eyes back at them. "It's already late, you three should stay the night. We have enough room for everyone."

There comes, "we don't wanna intrude," then, "we can take care of ourselves, it's alright."

"Please, I insist." Your smile brightens, "I'll even cook breakfast before you leave."

The mohawk moves with a sigh, "now tha's just no' fair, lass. How are we gonna say no tae that?" You giggle. Only then do they find themselves tucked away in the guest room, and boy, you were right when you said it could fit them all if not more.

On the way to the bathroom in the late hours of the night, Soap catches a glimpse of light through the crack of your bedroom door to see his oh-so strong lieutenant, vulnerable in your arms. There's something natural about the way you cradle the large man and kiss his hair like it's part of your DNA, like you're programmed to do that 'cause Soap thinks you're simply unreal.

He's proud of his lieutenant, this lucky bastard. He turns another blind eye once more, but he's paid in full with another fulfilling meal by the morning.

#౨ৎ simon ! #୨୧ audi's works ! #finally did this omg #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #simon ghost riley x you #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod #ghost cod #cod x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod x you #fluff #cod fluff #romance #ghost #john price #kyle gaz garrick #kyle garrick #gaz cod #gaz garrick

[zipadeea]

"You fell in love with God...like Jesus?"

Twenty minutes in and the new Percy Jackson is the best thing I've ever seen.

#percy jackson #pjo #sally jackson my beloved #they've finally done you justice #omg the way i laughed when percy said this #i can't stop smiling #i love this show so much already #disney #disney plus

[crybaby-bkg]

I think Deku has a bit of a mean streak, actually. he’s no Bakugou—that’s for sure—but he’s not this innocent, sweet angel baby that the media has painted him out to be. but you only catch it when you least expect it, when you’re pushing his nerves, when the stakes to everything around him are high, when he’s tired of endless sleepless nights and just—snaps.

“Oh?” you go, grin unfurling like some grinch, chin resting on your hands as you leer at him from across his expansive desk. “You’re mean.” your words are teasing, a snarl that curls your mouth up. Deku stutters, eyes going wide, jaw snapping shut in surprise as he tries to think back on how rude he just sounded.

“No, I’m not—I mean, you wouldn’t stop and I just—there’s a lot on my plate right now—and you just—you keep on—I’m not—I’m not mean.” He’s sputtering, hands all over the place, the glasses perched on the bridge of his nose falling even lower with how he jabbers on and on. it’s endearing really, to see how he tries to upkeep his image of being so kind and understanding, even though his nostrils just flared at you. and his eyebrows turned down and he gritted at you, his hands were balled into fists, his words were so nasty, so ugly, so unbecoming for Deku.

you liked it. loved it even—vowed to get him like this every single fucking second that you could.

you pick and poke at him whenever you see him, teasing him and pulling at him. pushing him around even though the hero is so much stronger than you, so much bigger. and he lets you, tries to defend himself but—that’s not what you want. you want the ugliness, the snark, the mean.

he snaps, eventually, when you least expect it. grabs you up in black whip when you go to push him against the wall for the third time in only a minute, his eyes suddenly dark, the aura of the room suddenly charged.

“That’s what I was looking for.” you whisper to him, the grin spreading your face quickly dissipating in only seconds when you become the prey. when you become the one pushed up against the wall with teeth at your neck, a hand in your underwear, bullying your hole with too thick fingers.

“Why do you want me to act like this? Be so mean to you, huh?” he sounds so frustrated with himself, with you, growling and nipping and licking when you don’t answer quick enough. but your breath is caught in your lungs because finally—finally, did you get what you wanted. it just took a little bit of pushing, you suppose.

#omg I wrote this idea down last night and couldn’t even type it up #bc I took some sleep meds and it put me out SO FUCKING QUICK???? #usually I don’t lay down until like an hour and a half or two #but it was literally like 40 mins and I was DONE!!!! #but I finally wrote it :D #there’s also been so much talk of him on the dash and i am. very much so liking this #I miss him bc I don’t think about him enough #but I also think he can be. so mean. like NASTY mean when his limits are pushed enough #ohhhh my god I wont him so bad #okay gn I took more meds bc my pelvis has been in so much pain???? #just the right side too??? omg AM I DYING GELP #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #deku treats! 🍬

[breakbleheavens]

TAYLOR SWIFT: THE ERAS TOUR (2023) dir. Sam Wrench ↳ @networkthirteen | taylor in 2023 event 

#tswiftedit #taylorswiftedit #tswiftgif #taylor swift #the eras tour #eras tour #eras tour film #*mine #*2023 #*gifs #mine: eras tour #1k #networkthirteen events #final edit of the year hehe #finding the right shot was so hard omg asdklfjhas

[gertritude-art]

Donation doodle for @unlabeled-universe, who wanted me to draw Dave Strider from homestuck. Thank you so much for donating!

(I'm currently raising money for careforgaza, so if you would like a doodle of a similar nature... perhaps mosey on over to this fundraiser...?)

#homestuck #dave strider #doodle #dave is an insanely hard character to write and i will not even pretend i got him correct #anyway #finally sitting down to finish doodles from yesterday. today was so busy omg

[loren91]

Jag vill inte va nåns hemlighet

#I'm gonna declare it done because omg that took forever #party lighting is so damn difficult to paint #now I can finally enjoy the original again lol #I personally think it's a Valborg party! #young royals #prince wilhelm #simon eriksson #young royals fanart #wilmon #yr s3 spoilers #my art #wilhelm x simon #crown prince wilhelm #wilhelm #netflix young royals #young royals netflix #yr fanart #yr #yr s3

[tinartss]

to love and be loved in return

#haikaveh #kavetham #genshinimpact #omg hello today i woke up w the sudden urge to finally use this account #if you've seen this before my apologies LOL i always feel a little silly cross posting my art to dif platforms #quite enjoying the ability to ramble in the tags. i will be using this feature extensively

[killianglyndon]

#my polls #polls #omg finally got polls

[sarcasticscribbles]

What if Sasha James became the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London?

Sasha the Archivist (rewritten) Season 1 on Ao3!

#sasha the archivst #i did it omg #finally #i dont know ao3 nor how to spell im sorry #tma #mag #the magnus archives #sasha james #tim stoker #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #gertrude robinson

[shmoo06]

big mood

#The Good Place #Janet #d'arcy carden #ted danson #darcy carden #gif #d'arcymine #I finally watched the Janets episode and omg it's SOOOO good #I couldn't stop smiling #popme

[a7estrellas]

CHRIS EVANS is PEOPLEs 2022 Sexiest Man Alive

#chris evans #people's sexiest man alive #cevansedit #evansedit #chrisgifs #dilfgifs #tuserliliana #userzo #userbecka #userfinn #underbetelgeuse #congrats Chris! #omg finally

[its-shells]

“So,” Grian says, “this is awkward.”

Scar says nothing. Scar had said nothing for quite a while, honestly, sitting cross-legged in the void and playing with the hem of his cloak. Or with the flower stems woven through the hem of his cloak, as it were. Lilacs and poppies. Grian had thought it painfully ironic the first time he saw them. Scar hadn’t. Not until now.

“So,” Grian says, again, “I can explain? I think?”

He can hear stifled giggles behind him, Scott and Pearl discussing the last moments of the fight. He feels Martyn’s heated glare between his shoulder blades too, knows that he’ll be getting an earful about taking his final life whenever the fourth winner can get his hands on him, but at least Martyn’s been kind enough to leave him at the mercy of the fifth for now. Or not kind enough, as it were. Whether or not Scar has any mercy for him is an open question.

“Explain what,” Scar says. It’s not a question, which is just as well, since Grian doesn’t really have an answer.

Can he explain?

“Well,” he says, “there’s these death games.”

The death games he technically started, and then technically couldn’t stop. The death games that weren’t meant to be blood sacrifices, but probably count as happening on somebody’s altar. The death games that no one ever wins, but technically–

“Technically, the people who win them get to keep their memories.” He scrunches up his nose. “Or, uh, recover their memories of the previous ones, I suppose. Which is what’s happening to you. And Martyn, and Pearl, and Scott, and I was the first, so–”

“One heck of a headache, right?” Pearl yells behind them. “Was even for me, and you’ve got four whole timelines to deal with!” She flops backwards onto the floor, which is the void, pressing the back of the palm to her forehead theatrically even as she peers up at Scar through parted fingers. Scott rolls his eyes and grabs her hand.

“Give them a moment, Pearl,” Grian hears him whisper. “I know you weren’t there for Third Life, but I’ve explained it to you a dozen times, so–“

“So,” Scar says. “Third Life was real.”

It’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now.

“That’s a strange way of putting it for someone who hadn’t remembered it at all until now,” Grian says, because he’s always loose-tongued after dying. Scar stares at him, unblinking.

“That’s a strange way of thinking for someone who declared the first ever game a double victory,” he says. His head is tilted to the side.

Grian stares back.

“That didn’t count.”

“It didn’t not.”

“You didn’t remember until now.”

“I didn’t not.”

“That makes no sense.”

“Doesn’t it?” Scar shrugs. He plucks a flower from between the dark threads. It’s a poppy. “No less than the rest of it. No less sense than me waking up with sand between my toes, or burns on my arms, or bamboo in my pockets. No less than the dreams. Those didn’t make sense either.”

“It’s not like you ever asked me to explain.”

“Would you have?”

“Not the point.”

“Isn’t it?”

Pearl is still giggling. Martyn is still staring. Scott is quiet.

“Maybe it is,” Grian admits, quietly. It’s not an apology. It never will be.

Nor is it forgiveness, when Scar leans forward to tuck the poppy behind his ear. Nor will it ever be.

Sure feels like it sometimes though.

#OMG IM FINALLY SHOWING UP IN THE TAGS SO YOU GET THIS #is this good? idk i’m too drunk to tell. but i sure am obsessed about secret life ending. #secret life smp #secret life #secret life spoilers #grian #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #scarian #desert duo #desertduo #slsmp #slsmp spoilers #shells writes