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osaemu · 5 months

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GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ SHE GOT MY HEARTBEAT SKIPPIN' DOWN 16TH AVENUE! ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: he's always so confident and self-assured, but a couple kisses from you and he turns into a mess.

contents: fem!reader. kinda suggestive ending (inumaki's comment). you spend half the fic making out lolll anyways we love flustered gojo he's so precious <3 tagging @rinniessance and @rizsu to see streamer!gojo's latest shenanigans :3

author's note: this one was requested and i rly liked the idea sooo yea. i wrote it. shocking right?! anyways thank u guys for all the streamer!gojo requests, saves me the effort of having to think of plots ꨄ︎

"baby, what time is it?" satoru mumbles against your lips, holding you in place on his lap. the two of you are seated on his plush chair in front of his computer, and you've been kissing like teenagers for the last... hour? or two?

satoru tilts his head in to kiss you again, soft lips gently pressing against yours for the thousandth time. his hands roam over your body, and one rests on your waist while the other reaches around you into your back pocket. his eyes flutter open when he feels your phone, and he turns his head briefly to sneak a glance at the time.

"shit, i gotta start the stream in two minutes," satoru mutters. he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek and leans back, azure eyes drinking in your heated cheeks and fluttering eyes. a smug smile slowly grows on his lips as you look away.

"aw, d'you want more?" he cooes, reaching out and touching the side of your face. satoru gently pushes your face back in his direction, moving his slender fingers to your chin and holding it in place. you're all sweet and flustered in the aftermath of your makeout session, and every time he sees you like this, another part of his heart surrenders itself to you.

you nod bashfully, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear as you feel satoru's grip on your chin tighten. he pulls you in for another long, minty kiss, and you feel him smile against your lips. his hand moves from your chin to the back of your neck as he hugs you against his chest, which rises and falls in sync with yours.

"you're so cute," he murmurs in between kisses, eyes flickering back and forth from you to the time. "c'mon, honey, we have a minu—"

you cut him off with another kiss, which catches him off guard—usually he's the one leaning in. but no, you had to take him by surprise and throw him off his game. the little hm? that slips out of his lips when you kiss him causes satoru to go redder than you've ever seen him.

seeing satoru embarrassed is rare—he's so cocky and confident that embarrassment is basically unheard of, but in this moment, you've got him. he laughs nervously when you pull away, wide eyes looking everywhere but at you and your cheeky smile.

you reach up and grab his chin, tugging it in your direction the same way he did earlier. "you know exactly what you're doing," satoru mumbles, pulling you closer and burying his face into your neck.

"i have no idea what you're talking about," you reply smugly, kissing the side of his face. "don't you have a stream to be starting soon?"

satoru looks up instantly and groans when he sees the time—it's a minute past his start time, and that could cost him a couple hundred viewers. you laugh as you hop off his lap and into his bed, curling up under his sheets as you watch him scramble to start the live.

"love you, 'toru," you call, wrapping your arms around one of his pillows.

after a second, he turns around, a loading sign on his screen. "love you too, baby," satoru replies, face still noticably red. you blow him a kiss and watch as he pretends to faint in an attempt to hide his childish grin.

a soft ding then signals him that he's about to be live, so satoru spins his chair around to face his computer. he forces his usual collected smile onto his face and starts, "hey, everyone. sorry for the delay, just got... held up with something."

inumaki: u look like a tomato LMAO

yuuji-itadori: yea ur really red, are u ok?

satoru looks away, mumbling something about how it's just the lighting that's making his face look red. naturally, everyone disagrees and starts speculating as to why he seems off his game today, and eventually, someone gets it.

megumi-fushiguro: he always looks like that everytime he sees his gf wdym

inumaki: WAIT THATS IT

inumaki: he was def doin unspeakable things with his gf just two seconds ago. trust

you can't suppress the small laugh that escapes your lips when satoru stumbles over his words at the comments, face redder than ever. "a-anyways, today i'm gonna— hold on," he cuts himself off by looking down at his phone, where a text notification from you had popped up.

love of my life: ur so cute :(

love of my life: but get ur shit together

love of my life: im the only one who gets to see u like that (¬_¬)

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luveline · 4 months

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hi jade, sending a request for prince steve if ur box is open rn, my apologies if not! i was wondering if we could get something about maybe the night before the wedding where they decide to make some private promises to each other that the whole kingdom won't be privy too? just some sweetness in general from those two would be nice. thx!! love u and ur writing and happy new years!

prince!steve soulmate au —you and steve have a last minute panic the night before your wedding, 1.3k. fem

Steve holds your hand all the way to the garden. It isn't proper to see him so late at night, especially the night before your wedding, but the guards lining the corridors say little as you pass. Selenite shines under your slippers, white shot through with an impossible light marbling.

Steve sees where you're looking and gives your fingers a tender stroke. “You okay?” he asks.

You nod and follow him down the steps to the garden. Steve has his own private section with a hammock on lifted stone and a terrace covered in honeysuckle. There's a picnic basket and a bottle of something beside it near two round cushions, but the small record player is what catches your attention.

“Oh, you're going to sing for me,” you joke.

“If you want me to. Are you warm enough?”

The weather is temperate. Not as hot as you'd hoped but it is getting late, the surrounding light of the kingdom and the crystal eucalyptus sconces glowing a minty blue that chases back the shadows but not the lack of sun.

“It's fine,” you say, giving his hand a careful squeeze back. He smiles to himself and helps you around the grass and onto your cushion.

He knows your nerves are shot. You're terrified for tomorrow, so scared of the crowds and the ceremony and the great heavy weight of your tiara. Your dress is less imposing, colourful, gaussian cuts of silk layered over you like something out of your storybooks. When you saw it you gasped, unable to coalesce the image you'd seen in the mirror with your usual reflection.

The wedding is suddenly here. You'll be a princess. You'll be his wife.

“Steve,” you say tightly, wrapping your arms around your knees.

“I know.” He opens the picnic basket and unearths a brown paper bag. “Here.”

You take his little bag knowing already that it'll be filled with pear candies. “We have to run away,” you say, poking nervously through the candy for a small one. You put it between your molars and talk through your teeth. “Tonight.”

“I have my bags packed.” He pulls out a sandwich made of finely cut tofu toasted in paprika and oil, then a second with softer bread. “That's lamb.”

You raise your brows at it. “Thank you, Steve, really, but I'm–”

“Not hungry. Me neither.” He closes the basket and pushes it all away, leaving nothing but air between you. “Do you really want to run away?”

“Do you really want to marry me?” you ask.

“Mm. More than anything,” he says, as though it isn't a big deal, as though he isn't himself. Steve acts like loving you is something he would've done regardless, and it always catches you off guard.

“But if we weren't–”

“But we are.”

“If we weren't–” you stress.

Steve crosses his legs on the pillow. He looks completely normal tonight, his hair unstyled and curling by his ears, his loose shirt and pants reminiscent of your own. The only thing that gives him away is the silver ring on his pinky finger that denotes the kingdom's main house. It's priceless. You could live a thousand luxurious lives off of the spoils you'd make from selling it.

He twists it around his fingers when he notices your gaze. “Okay,” he says, pulling it off.

“What?”

“If you want to run away, I won't stop you. I've told you before that I'd never make you do something you don't want to do, and I still mean it.” He smiles handsomely as he offers you the ring. “Take it, sweetheart. I don't want it.”

You take it uncertainly.

“But if you want to stay,” he adds, his naked hand on the floor between you, “then I promise to make you believe it.”

“Believe what?” you ask through a frown.

“That being soulmates doesn't matter. Of course it does, I couldn't be luckier in who the fates picked for me, or the stars, whatever you believe, sweetheart, I couldn't be luckier. And if we weren't soulmates, I– if we met somewhere different, I'd still want to marry you. You know that? I look at you, and you're it for me.”

You shake your head. “Would you come with me?”

“Yes.”

“Really?”

“Is that hard to believe?” He gets onto his knees adjacent and holds out his hand, relief like the sun shining in his warm voice as he murmurs, “I'm freaking you out.”

“You're not.”

“I'm being too forward.” His smile wavers. “The wedding isn't for us. I want to marry you, but we both– I know you're not ready. You're doing this for me, because I've asked you to, because they've asked us to, and you're not ready. We don't know each other.”

“We do,” you say.

“Okay, we do.” He rubs the back of your hand, once again so tender. “But not as much as most married people do.”

“Right,” you say quietly.

“And the wedding is a total sham anyways. You're going to look beautiful, and I'll be handsome like always,” —you laugh breathlessly, your panic melding to relief— “but it's definitely not for us. I get that. There's no pressure for anything to change between us, okay? I like things how they are.”

He shrugs and it's such a cute gesture, you forget for a moment what's worrying you. A split second, thinking, oh, he's lovely to look at. He acts like the Prince he is. He acts as though he's already fallen in love with you.

“I think I'm just panicking because we don't have any choice,” you say.

“We do, honey,” he reassures you. “Of course we do. If you really, really don't want to get married, we won't.”

It would cause a huge palaver, and it might break his heart a little. It might, when you think about it, break yours.

“But I'm marrying you,” you say.

He breathes out hard, taking your shoulder into his hand to pull you forward for a relieved, chaste kiss. It's so sweet and warm, you can't help pulling away too fast. His soul mark glows a rosy pink. “You're marrying me,” he says, meeting your eyes. “I'm a lucky guy, huh?”

He holds out his arms for a hug which you immediately give.

“I want to marry you,” you continue, delighted when he relaxes in your arms. “I do. It's not about you, I'm just terrified. I mean, it's not really us? I didn't even get to write my own vows.”

A small but heavily felt silence lapses. “You wanted to do that?” Steve asks.

You nod into his shoulder, refusing to lean away even as his hands retract. “Yeah,” you say, voice small.

“You really want to?”

“You've promised me a lot of things since I found you. I would've liked to return the favour,” you say, flustered.

“You found me,” he says. You don't need to see his face to hear his smile. "Here, give me that back. If you aren't running away, you may as well wear it." He slides it onto your marriage finger. The significance isn't lost.

He gets you both a pad of paper and a cup of scratchy pens, and you spend the evening writing vows you're too embarrassed to say aloud to one another in the garden. You swap papers, and spend the night pouring over his promises with an aching awe built in your chest. When the maids come calling that morning you're already awake, getting ready for the day ahead.

I'll make you laugh, and I'll keep you safe, and I'll never let the Palace idiots boss you around. I'll be the best kiss ever, and a better friend. I'll be careful with your heart if you're careful with mine. And I won't laugh if you slip in your new shoes. Much.

#prince!steve au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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colgatebluemintygel · 3 months

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hello there tp!! might i pls perhaps have a little taste of sad soggy scottish seaside au (aka selkie remus)....🤭 a fun fact or two or perhaps a minty fresh lil snip....🤭😌 hope ur having a lovely week MUAH xx

SASHH ofccc one sad n soggy snippette comin up just for U ! <333 (i chatted about the premise here w everyone's fav wild cat also xxx)

It was a strange thing to be awake, Remus thought. It was not often that he simply existed, without a thought of what was to come or what had already passed. It was only at night when he felt really, truly present.

Each night moved in waves, in blue echoes and the tang of salt. Tightly embraced by his sealskin, the sea carried his in the palms of its hands, the currents passing him from one to another.

Surrounding him with its heavy lightness, the sea muffled sound, softened light, and let him float, float, float. As he swam, he’d catch glimpses of his tail, his seal fur golden in the moonlight.

Some nights, he paddled in rock pools as clams looked up at him, their smiles wonky in the rippling water, while the splashing waves whispered words of comfort. Hermit crabs inched around him, threatening him with tiny their pincers. He ignored them as he bathed beneath the stars, his whiskers twitching.

Other nights, and they were the worst, were a blur of red, bloody red. He would go to bed in the early hours of the morning, hair damp and salty, with angry welts down his arms and legs, where jagged cuts had marred his golden fur.

Every night, while the rest of the manor slumbered, Remus would creep down to the rocky inlet where his golden sealskin was hidden.

Every night, he held his breath, only to let it out in relief.

Until one day, it was gone.

#ALSO I AM HAVING A LOVELY WEEK tyyy xxxx #hope everything is swell in sash world :^) MWAHHHHH #selkie r #sash tag #wip game #remus's socks are so wet in this btw ... its chronic ..#except he kinda likes it :\ the freak ..

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cherrypiesakurokun · 3 months

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Because I Love You

WARNING!: murder, blood, gore, YANDERE! Male! Sakura, Obsessive Behaviour, Anger issues, Hyugas need to chill.

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3rd POV:

One Summer day, after a heated argument with your parents about how you want to be with Sakuro Haruno, which the Hyūga clan family (yes, ur from the Hyūga clan) outwardly, "politely" refused, stating that they wouldn't let her marry off to some clanless, lowlife mercenary, your heart sunk in your stomach, knowing fully well that the great Hyuuga clan of "Hyūgacorporate" would never let in an outsider, much less a civilian mercenary and a war medic of merchant descending family anywhere near people of such high status, let alone marry into one.

With tears welled in your eyes, as you bury your head in your palms, crying from the pressure of emotions, cursing yourself inwardly for being born into such a ruthless and arrogant clan.

Then between your fingers, you saw two set of mint-green glowing eyes. You clear your vision, not quite wanting to face your lover, but also worried as you now could clearly make out his features.

His minty eyes wide open, darkened, pupils dilating, until they settle into a very sharp, almost cat-like form, his jaw was clenched tight as he grinded his teeth from anger, his body tense and his knuckles turned white from how hard he was grasping the fabric of his jeans, before he relaxed after your father has finished his rant about destiny and how he was a lowlife and whatnot.

Still

He went completely still, his bangs foreshadowing his expression.

Burying your face back in shame and embarrassment and the need to burst in tears once more, you finally decided to storm off and get some air, even though you weren't sure how good of an idea it was to leave your love behind with your family, but you didn't care at that moment, all you needed was some fresh air to clear your mind.

"Y/n Hyūga, come back here right this instant!" her mother called out in anger.

Y/N' POV:

"I resent all of you so much, Mother. If only you could just shut up, go crawl in a ditch and die!" I screamed and stormed out, cussing out my lineage, gasps and the rage-filled voice of my mother slowly dying out as I ran further, finally out of the mansion.

Too bad that would be the last words I would've ever say to them.

As my father would say "fate would be inevitable."

If only i had stayed...

after 5 minutes of trying to cool my head, I started regretting my words, 'maybe that was a bit too harsh... I should apologiz-'

*BANG*

before i could finish my thought, something loud came from the house. Maybe something fell? Or maybe Father threw something...?

Oh no...

Sakuro!

Quickly i ran back from the big garden in hurry, swinging the giant door open.

"What happen-!!!" before i could finish my thought, Sakuro was walking out with an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes dull and dark.

I ran up to him and gave him a hug, sighing in relief that he was safe"Sakuro-Kun what was that sound, w-what-" before I could finish my thought, as I looked up at his face properly, I noticed only then.

Red splatters on his face adorned his mostly flawless features, dripping from the side at some point.

then, a metallic scent filled my nose.

Backing away from him on slow and shaky feet, she looked down at his clothes, taking in his appearance: black and red materials of his shirt and flannel had been darkened, his jeans splattered with same substance on his face, a gun in one hand and long strands of bloody mat of long hair in his other one, his tall body hunched over slightly, lost in thought, dazed almost. She looked by the entrance of the living room, lower body of what she could make out was her sister, blood pooling around slowly straying its path to random directions and down at herself, her once clean attire now covered in her parent's and sister's blood.

3rd POV;

Then it happened: Dark mint color met pearly Lilac.

"hey, Y\n?" he asked, the dazed look still eminent on his features.

The h/c haired woman couldn't muster a reply, her lip started trembling, eyes wide, backing away towards the door slowly, which the pink-haired mercenary had followed suit after, not making harsh movements, as if to not startle an already scared animal, who was ready to sprint at any given moment. "you love me, right? no matter what I may do? you still will keep the promise, right?"

Pearly lilac met his gaze once more, she picked up on his broken tone, as if he was holding back his emotions that were pressured like a dome about to break and spill over. her eyes pleading silently, begging to tell her it's not true, but all she received in return was his gaze, face softening, morphing in a guilty and apologetic look.

She shook her head. "No... NO! What did you do?!' She screamed, both in horror and rage. She tried to dash to the door and open it, but was beat to it by a large, gloved hand, banging the giant door closed, the hinges rattled from the Sheer force.

Gloves...

Those were his military gloves, her mind provided, covered in blood, leaving a red trail on the door as his hand slid down.

His arms sneaked around her, holding her.

"NO! LET ME GO!!! MURDERER, MONSTER!!!" The last remaining Hyuga of the household screamed, eyes blurred from the tears streaming relentlessly down her features. "MAMA, PAPA!!! NEE-SAMA, HELP, PLEASE!!!"

She kept thrashing and screaming for help, trying to get out of the Pink-Haired monster's grip, who didn't budge the slightest, he put the gun back under his shirt, held by the belt and fully embraced her from the back, letting them sink to the floor, his body protectively, almost possessively wrapped around her, his monstrous strength keeping the weeping female in place.

She kept screaming, but to no avail.

Sakuro thanked the heavens at that moment that the Family was on on vacation by the seaside, where they had a place far away from the mainland of the beach, by the sea.

Her screams turned into hoarse cries, and the hoarse cries turned into hiccups.

Then

Silence...

Finally gathering the courage, he turned her face up, moving the stray hairs out of her face with one gloveless finger.

Completely clean and warm.

How absurd...

her eyes dulled, out of energy, her mind fogging between consciousness and dreamland.

"It's ok, It's all over now, i'm here..." He said, his face warm, beautiful, soft mint now a shade of viridian under the moonlight that peaked through from the giant window the door.

This was the Sakuro She knew, the one she fell in love with, she mused once again in her mind, her hand, drained, reached up to touch his bloodied cheek, her mind in a state of dilemma.

Was this a dream? a nightmare? it had to be.

She would wake up, she knew it.

"Why...?" She asked, her voice hoarse. She felt like claws were running down her vocal cords, if she talked louder, she thought vaguely, she was sure they would snap.

"Because you are mine and mine only. I won't let anyone else have you, Because I Love You... and won't let even your family or god take you away from me, if he came down." He smiled, gently kissing her forehead.

Then his face darkened "if you're not willing to be with me, even if I go to hell for my actions, I will hunt you down and take you down with me, because there no me without you, and I won't let anyone have you..

Because I Love You, More than you can ever imagine, my moonshine..." He said in a gentle voice, but Y/N could see, even at the sate of passing out, that there was a darker intent.

Because I Love You, Huh...?

she saw his eyes, then the moon rising perfectly between the glass, then...

Darknesss...

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OMGOMGOMGOMG, MY FIRST YANDERE MINI-FIC!!!!!

EEEEEE!!!!

Enjoooyyyy <3

#male sakura haruno #naruto #sakura haruno #anime #anime and manga #yandere #fanfiction #wattpad #yandere sakra #soft yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere blog #modernau #naruto modern au

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stick-man-simp · 4 years

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@mintyfrosty *slams fists on table* fish Reggie fish Reggie fish Reggie fish Reggie

#I love this mans so much #and I love ur AU minty #mintyfrosty’s au #reginald copperbottom #mintyfrosty’s mer!au #my art

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derelictdumbass · 3 years

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*slams hands on desk* BOO BOO, MY FOOL! I have a question for you to answer at any time (that I don’t know/remember if you’ve answered before AH). What do you think the Seed family smells like? Obviously Faith smells like flowers, nature, and pure sunshine because she is Baby and this is Fact, but I’m curious about your deeper thoughts and feelings in general. PLS FEED ME, 6 HOURS ON PUBLIC TRANSPORT IS GOING TO KILL ME. 😩💜 You know I’ll be in here to slap any more questions *cough excuses for you to go off cough* at you when I think of them. 😤 Sending you ALL my love and positive energy!!! ✨🥺

*baps hands over urs* YES HELLO WELCOME BACK TO THE DOPPLEGANGER INBOX YOU HAVE ONCE AGAIN ASKED A VERY GOOD QUESTION I HAVE MANY MORE THOUGHTS ABOUT ASHSJSSH (I hath not spoken about Scents yet ahshshs vaguely I have described their scents in fics but that doesn't count-) *rubs my gremlin hands together* I'm too brain dead for anything else so bless for giving me something to do I hope your 6 hour public transport ride is not too hecky ahsjshshs

ANYWAY, YES, Faith absolutely smells like flowers and nature and sunshine bc she IS BABY !! But like yes okay, in the canon au I do really imagine she has a lingering wet earth smell, like the smell right after it rains. And of course the flower smell is a given, I think it's fun to imagine the specific flower smell changing so one day she smells like lavender and the next day she smells like her bliss flowers and the next roses or something.

ALSO if we want to,, get into shampoo or body spray,, I imagine her hair always smells like vanilla and cherry blossoms and to be completely gay here if I may, her body spray is the kind that smells like cherry bubblegum 😳👉👈 She likes the Cherry Smell (like this probably mainly,, goes for the no cult au,, like I'm not saying they don't shower in canon but also *wheezes* tell me John isn't the only one having regular showers, look me in the eyes and tell me Mr Dirty Ass Clothes Jacob is showering regularly, you can't-)

TALKIN' ABOUT JACOB !! In my mind he has a very distinct pine wood smell, like he just got done chopping some wood and on top of that just has a very natural musky smell? (I don't know how to describe a musky smell but you feel me) also a small hint of gunpower, like it just?? makes sense?? It's very prominent on his clothes if you're up close but a respectable distance away and it's very faint. (maybe also a very faint dried blood smell bc, once again, jus makes sense)

If Jacob had like body spray he probably wouldn't care how it smelt so it'd probably be one of the super strong ones, (like '48 hour lasting' type of deal) and his shampoo would probably be somewhat the same but maybe John gets him a cinnamon smelling one and he just keeps getting it because why not? (I imagine John would also get him cologne and other stuff but most of the time it just sits in Jacobs bathroom neglected ahsshdhd)

John wears cologne 110% of the time and I like to image he swaps between a few but I think he'd really like the floral/berry scented ones bc they smell the best. (Like I imagine before Eden's Gate he'd wear more of the obnoxious smelling cologne's, like not gross obnoxious but you know he's weraring cologne obnoxious) Without the cologne I think he'd have a minty, fresh kind of smell. Like his clothes always smell brand new and ironed and OH MY GOD I DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT BEARD STUFF, THERE'S SPECIAL STUFF FOR BEARDS RIGHT??

*quickly google's it* OH SHIT THERE IS VIK DID YOU KNOW THIS ?? John would 11/10 have beard oils and beard gel okay have you seen his beard you know he styles it you know he w o u l d *continues to lose it for five minutes over this new information* NO HIS BEARD IS GONNA BE ALL SOFT AND SMELL LIKE VANILLA OR LAVENDER OR OAKASDIDOFJOAIAJSJDJFJDJDLASKDKFJFJDJSJSJFJFJGJ

*insert short intermission here of me regaining my composure*

A N Y W A Y,, Joseph I always imagine kind of smells like burning candles, also a woody nature kinda scent but different from Jacob or Faith, like I'm imagining the kind of smell in those craft shops that have all the candles but also maybe what it smells like to enter a cozy log cabin with incense burning. (not me subtly saying Joseph smells like HOME and COMFORT) like everything about Joseph is super intense so it kind of just makes sense he also has an intense smell?? Right??

His shampoo and body wash would probably be very "natural" stuff if that makes sense? Like I don't see him buying into all the fancy smelling things and just goes for basic things that focus on hair care or body moisturizing stuff LIKE DO YOU FEEL ME? He might have one or two fancy shampoos/body washes but only because John bought them and you can't say no to John, legally you just can't.

Okay but also now i'm thinking about moisturizing oils/creams and like John would have a bazillion, like again very fruity ones. Faith may have like, one or two but they're super old and she barley uses them, they're nice cranberry scents tho. I doubt Jacob would ever touch a moisturizer or cream (EVEN THOUGH H E S H O U L D, JACOB UR SCARS NEED SOMETHING BBY PLS JUS PLS SOME OIL SOME CREAM SOMETHING TAKE CARE OF URSELF *SCREAMS*) and Joseph might have a few but not that many.

(this literally turned into a game of which seed cares about their hygiene routine more *wheezes* Guess who it is oaksjdnfn) This got entry level doppleganger rambles level long my bad ahsjshshshs Why did this take me like three whole hours to write tho god my b r a I N is so d e a d, I HOPE THESE RAMBLES ARE TOO YOUR LIKING AND IF YOU HAVE THOUGHTS I'D LOVE TO HEAR THEM AHSSJSHSH

#nadine answers #doppleganger friend 💜#Far Cry Tag #NO PROOFREADING WE DIE LIKE MEN #now back to laying in my hammock staring at the sky doing absolutely nothing ajsjdbdbdb #okay that's not true i'm gonna lay in my hammock staring at the sky thinking about these bastards bc head full at all times

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shoutogepi · 4 years

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2, 3, 8 🥰🥰🥰

vallll~~~ my honey bun <3 thank you for sending something in!!

40 questions for fic writers

2. Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to?

ummm oh my gosh idek where to start... i’m such a sucker for those hella cliche, sappy tropes. like secret lovers... or love triangle.... that “omg its you, you were wearing a disguise the whole time and i fell in love with u but wait i thought i hated ur guts”... omf wait the joCK BOY AND NERD GIRL???? FAKE RELATIONSHIP THAT TURNS REAL!!!!! yes these are all things i love and would love to do.

3. Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole?

idk if they count as tropes, but i would never do a time travel or widow au. i just think i could not handle either of them lol.

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

SFGHJAKF IM SO BAD AT DIALOGUE I WAS HOPING I WOULDNT GET THIS ONE 💀💀😫

ok i guess this was oKaY... and idk i just think its hot 🤪 :

(on calling reader “princess”..., from this fic)

“I hate it when you call me that,” you spit out, looking up to catch his intense stare. It wasn’t dishonest, you hated his pet name for you. Just because you weren’t as careless as him, he’d tacked the snide nickname to you awhile back because he knew it pissed you off. “It’s a stupid name that only your idiot brain could come up with.”

Take the bait, please take the bait.

“The way you treat me like I’m beneath you, what else can I call you?” His breath fans against your cheek and you hate to admit it’s fresh and minty, not at all as nasty and troll-like as you’d convinced yourself it would be.

#ask games #interax #asks #VAL!!! i love u drink some water PLEASE

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v-hope · 4 years

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oh!! thats cool! thank u anyway 🥰 what's ur fave ever hobi sm au? i have a feeling hobi's girl is gonna become my new fave hehe

omg you’re too sweet, tysm 🥺 i have four that i love a lottttt and i always come back to,

rejection hotline by @bts-celestials

fable by @ddaenghoney

metanoia by @minty-minmin

just watch by @hxseok-honee

#idk if you’ve read them already but they’re so good so you should give them a try 🥺#ask

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mintjamsblog · 4 years

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will u write smth for the peaky spring fest? i just read you're not writing peaky that much rn at thats totally fine! but i love ur writing so much I just wanted to know lmao

I would love to say yes, but in all honesty it's looking a little unlikely. I am trying to make a start on the follow-up chapter to Revelations, but now that I am trapped in the house with all the little mintys 24 hours a day, whilst trying to work too, writing time has kind of vanished. I do have a modern AU planned that I had intended to start posting this month but . . . yeah . . . probably not gonna happen all that soon now. :(

Sorry!!

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unsolvedbs · 6 years

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Hello! Do you have any fic recs for wattpad? Love your blog, and your icon is fantastic!

oh boy… tbh i haven’t been reading much there since i’ve been mostly concentrating on writing, but i have a list of all the first fics that appeared (and tysm! bless ur soul anon dslkfjlskd)

Cellblock Four by LizzieRa17

This story is about one fateful night, while filming their latest episode of Buzzfeed Unsolved, Ryan Bergara held his best friend, Shane Madej, close and confessed his deepest, most closely hidden secret.

I remember this one quite distinctly because it was one of the first fics that appeared, and when the ESP episode came back I had flashbacks to this fic lmao. It’s got a very classic skeptic Shane spooked Ryan dynamic to it.

roommate by ghostluver420

Shane is 16 years old and moving to a new town with his mom after she escaped a bad marriage. Moving was hard enough in and of itself but once Shane learns about the grisly murder that happened in his new house years ago, he begins to doubt everything he previously thought he knew about ghosts.

Ahahaha i remember reading this… it’s a good AU, well written, and I love the interactions between them. a really good read, as is most of the author’s writings

1 new message by mintylesterr

in which shane and ryan are internet friends who dont realise they go to the same school

lol minty’s style is a lot less formal and it’s a good read if you’re not looking for something serious. short comedic chapters but panders to my humor oof

i honestly dont remember enough of them to give good honest reviews since the covers don’t usually have too much to go off by, but if you’re interested i still have the reading list of all the shyan fics that were first published (while the fandom was still small). you can dig through those as they’re all in one spot lmao, maybe even get a good idea of what was on wattpad about a year ago now

old buzzfeed unsovled fics reading list

#tbh i feel like im re recommending fics but whelp #i need to become reintegrated into the community now that school is... well...#now that life is Not As Busy I suppose #i hope this helps???#fics #ask #Anonymous #[redacted]

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bxxpbxxprichie · 7 years

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Amorphous (Bichie) (2/?)

Summary : Modern AU. YouTuber!Richie. YouTuber!Bill. Richie Tozier fucked up big time. After a drunken night of having fun, his name is being slandered this way and that. However, and angel appears to sweep the Trashmouth off his feet. Bill Denbrough loves making speed arts of his favorite people on YouTube, and just so happens to be a huge fan of one Richie Tozier.

Pairings : Eventual Bichie

Warnings : Some cussing, cute shit? Nothing really bad in this one

AN : This fic is meant for those over the age of 18. If you are under the age, please turn back now. I will not be keeping a tag list for this one, because I’m not going to tag anyone underaged. This will be full of smut, so be fair warned. Keep in mind that all of the characters are 21+ at this time. The characters in no way have any relation to the child actors that have portrayed them. IT does not belong to me, however if it had I would’ve changed a lot of things in the book.

Chapter 1 | 2

Chapter 2

Word Count: 1969

Should he message him first? What the hell would he even say? Should he say hi? Should he tell him he loves his music? Should he just wait for Richie to message him?

That seemed like a better idea.

If Richie wanted to message him he would.

Bill nodded to himself, and went back to his speed draw, feeling a bit silly because now he would have to edit that whole blank part out, and who knows how long he had been sitting there. His cheeks were flushing, but it wasn’t like anyone was there to see him.

“Bill, c’mon dude, wake up.”

“R-richie?”

“Not likely.”

The deadpanned voice brought him from his dreams, and Bill sat up from his desk. He stretched his long limbs out as far as they would reach, a soft yawn reaching his lips as he looked up at one of his room mates.

“What’s up?” Bill finally asked, standing from his desk. His back was stiff. He’d fallen asleep while working on a paper for class, and it was obvious he should probably get in bed.

“I’m getting you up for class. It’s time to go, man. Brush your teeth, put on some clothes. Mike is waiting in the car, so hurry.”

Stan’s words jolted through him, and he looked at the clock. A groan crawled up his throat and he moved to the bathroom to make himself presentable for the day. Within fifteen minutes, Bill was dressed, his hair was fixed, and his mouth minty fresh. He slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed his long board before heading out of the apartment and down the stairs to Stan’s car.

Bill slid in the back and took the offered banana from Mike. “Thanks.” He grinned widely.

“Don’t worry about it Bill. We know you probably had a long night.” Mike snickers.

“Wha’?” Bill asked, through a mouthful of the fruit.

“Your twitter kind of exploded last night. Can’t believe you didn’t notice. That Trashmouth dude tweeted you. Or should I say your future husband?” Stan’s voice came from the driver's seat

“Wha-?” Bill choked this time from shock.

Mike passed a water bottle back to Bill, who accepted it and took a generous drink.

He coughed a few times, and cleared his throat. “Tozier tweeted me?” Bill asked, just to be sure.

“Yes, dude. The guy you’ve been totally in love with since Freshman year tweeted you.” Mike rolled his eyes.

“Lay off, you guys.” Bill scoffed.

He was excited, but to deviate away from the teasing he didn’t pull his phone out of his pocket to check, even though it felt like it was burning a hole in his khakis.

Bill finished his banana, and they made it to the school within minutes. The three of them said their goodbyes and went in separate directions.

Bill barely made it to class on time, but he had a few minutes to spare. He placed his long board near the door and took his seat. He pulled his phone out, his heart in his throat as he read all of the tweets.

@tmtozierecs: if you haven’t checked out @billiamdraws speed art of me yet, do it!

There were a plethora of tweets in response, saying that they loved it, or that they were already fans of Bills, things like that. Of course, there were a select few that weren’t very nice, but a lot of people seemed to have his back.

His DM box had a few messages in it, and he opened it. His eyes almost bulged from his head when he noticed that most of them were from Tozier himself.

tmtozierecs: hey, billy boy!

tmtozierecs: awh, too busy for me? :(

tmtozierecs: oh shit maybe ur asleep

tmtozierecs: no idea time zones n shit

tmtozierecs: well youd better answer me when you get up

tmtozierecs: ill be waiting

Bill snorted to himself. Even over text, the boy seemed to be off the wall. He was obviously a little crazy. All of the messages had been pretty close together, which sort of made him feel bad, but he had been asleep.

billiamdraws: hey dude!

billiamdraws: i was asleep

billiamdraws: not everyone is as successful as you and can live the rockstar life

billiamdraws: some of us have to go to college

He hoped that came off as teasing as he had meant it to be, really. His heart was pounding wildly because he had no fucking idea what he was doing. He was low key flirting because he knew the other had a girlfriend, but he didn’t really know how to flirt in the first place, so it’s not like it mattered much.

He stored his phone away just as the professor walked in to start their lesson. Today they were working on abstract arts.

Richie woke up to his phone buzzing, and he rolled over. The guitar pick around his neck was cold pressed between his bare chest and the mattress. He blindly groped for his phone, and picked it up. He pulled it close to his face, squinting, before answering.

“What’s up, Miss Marsh?” Richie’s voice was thick with sleep as he rubbed his eyes with his free hand.

“Things are looking better already, Rich. You’re doin’ good.” Her bright voice came through the phone.

Richie grinned softly. “Come on over later and we can smoke then, yeah? You guys are supposed to be relaxing, not worrying about PR.” He rolled back over onto his back as the body next to him shifted to curl into his side.

“We’re always worrying about PR when it comes to you, Rich. You just can’t keep your mouth shut. But yeah, I’ll be over in a few hours. Love you, babe!”

“Love you too, baby.” Richie hung up and dropped his phone back on his bedside table, before pressing a soft kiss to his girlfriend's head.

“I told you I don’t like it when you call others baby.” Her voice came muffled from his side, “Especially when it’s Beverly.”

Richie withheld the urge to roll his eyes, and smoothed her hair back, “And I’ve told you it’s innocent. I’ve known Bev since I was like ten. If I wanted to be dating her I would have done so a long time ago.”

Olivia huffed against his skin, and scooted up to be closer to his face, “I know, but she’s just so pretty..I can’t help but worry.” She tells him, pressing her face into his neck.

Richie brushes his fingers down her back. “You have nothing to worry about, baby. You’re gorgeous, okay?” He presses another kiss to her forehead, and reaches over to grab his phone again to look at the time.

“Don’t you have a conference today?” He asks, squinting.

“Yeah, at one.”

Richie chuckled a bit, “Did you bring your stuff to get ready here? Because you’d better start now.”

She smacked his side. “I know you think I take forever to get ready but I totally don't!”

“It’s almost ten. It takes you an hour to do your hair, and two to do your makeup. I know you better than you think I do.” He shifts around to press a kiss to her lips.

She giggled very softly into the kiss. “Okay, let’s go shower then, big boy.” She nips at his bottom lip and moves to get out of the bed.

Richie shakes his head, but moves to get out of bed. He pulls his glasses on so he can see better, only to notice the notifications on his phone. “Go ahead and start it, babe. I’ll be there in a minute.”

He scrolls through his notifications on twitter, grinning at a few posts, before he moves over to his DM’s. The one that caught his eye was Billiams. He opened it. A chuckle left his lips from the boy’s words.

tmtozierecs: are you trying to flatter me, billiam?

tmtozierecs: because its working (;

tmtozierecs: i really just wanted to thank you for the video you posted

tmtozierecs: you sort of saved my ass in a lot of different ways

Richie put his phone down and hopped away to join his girlfriend in his shower.

Bill felt his phone buzz about ten minutes later, but did his best to ignore it. Mostly because he was painting and didn’t want to ruin it, but also because his professor would literally kick you out of class if you had your phone out while doing an assignment...unless you needed it for a reference picture. Which this assignment didn’t need a reference picture, otherwise he could totally get away with it.

It buzzed a few more times in his pocket, and he knew it had to be Richie. Stan and Mike never texted him multiple times, and if there was an emergency they would call him. They were pretty much the only two people he talked too. Once a night, he talked to his little brother Georgie, and few and far between were phone calls with his parents. He didn’t mind it. He missed Georgie more than he did them anyways.

His phone buzzed one last time, and went still in his pocket. He was thankful for that, because he needed to focus on his painting.

After class was over, Bill placed his easel with the others in the corner to dry, and grabbed his long board to head to his next class. He zoomed past people easily, weaving in and out of the crowd as he skated all the way across campus for an advanced English class. Bill was double majoring in visual arts and creative writing. He hoped one day to write his own book and illustrate it. Who knew what kind of book it would be at this point, but that was his dream.

Upon entering his classroom, he left his long board near the door again and found a seat. His fingers dug into his pocket for his phone and he pulled it out, an ear-splitting grin falling onto his features.

billiamdraws: definitely trying to flatter u!

billiamdraws: ive only been a fan forever

billiamdraws: i probably should have kept that to myself…

billiamdraws: anyways, its no problem really

billiamdraws: it was kind of ridiculous the amount of hate you were getting

billiamdraws: i was just trying to soften the blow

His cheeks were a little red from admitting that he was a fan of Richie, but he was sure it was obvious. He shook his head a bit and put his phone down to pull out his supplies for class.

“So, how’s it going?” Stan’s teasing voice came from next to him, as the other male dropped into the chair. “With Richie, I mean.” The smirk was more than evident on his face.

“Why are you in here? This isn’t your class.” Bill huffed, ignoring the questions all together.

“I just thought I’d drop by. I still got ten minutes, and my class is next door...so spill, gay boy.” Stan pushed his arm.

“I’m not gay, Stan. I’m pansexual.” Bill rolled his eyes, thoroughly irritated with the boy.

“Yeah, yeah, sorry. So, spill.”

Bill rubbed his forehead and turned to look at his friend. “It’s fine. He’s being nice, I’m being nice. He has a girlfriend, so it’s not like that.” Bill chews on the inside of his cheek. “I don’t want to be seen as the guy who wrecked YouTube’s cutest couple anyways.” He scratched awkwardly at his neck.

Stan scoffed, “As if Richie and Olivia are YouTube’s cutest couple. Everyone knows that’s David and Liza. Don’t fret so much. I’m just teasing you anyways.” Stan reaches up to ruffle Bill’s hair. “I’ll catch you at lunch, lover boy.” He grins and stands, “And play nice, alright?”

“Yeah...alright.”

#bichie #bill denbrough #richie tozier #stan uris #stanley uris #beverly marsh #bev marsh #mike hanlon #richie and bill #bill and richie #fanfiction #bichie fanfiction #it fanfiction #it 2017 #amorphous

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lufancy · 7 years

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Flower boy - Florist!AU

Baekhyun x you // Masterlist

A/N: I know I haven’t been active in like 200 years but I’m back with this for you guys, credits to @doreimefasolaxiumin for sending me this au idea! This is for youu.

Working at a flower shop allows you to see the crevices of the human condition. Lovers gifting bouquets as a token of love and affection, bouquets to mourn a person’s death or a bouquet to put someone in a special light - for example, a son or daughter’s graduation.

These are only the common reasons why people enter this small flower shop, however, from time to time a strange costumer decides to pay a visit.

It was a quiet Tuesday when you were watering the white lilies who just got in a few hours ago. They were beautiful, and with the water sprayed on them even more beautiful as they caught the light. It will probably take a few more days for them to fully bloom but that doesn’t matter - you can admire them from behind the counter.

Suddenly, there was a familiar ring indicating a customer entering the shop. “Welcome!” You greeted the costumer dressed in casual clothes and a low snapback but didn’t get much of a reply. Instead, he charged forward towards you and slammed twenty bucks on the counter with a loud bang.

The next thing he said had you in shock.

“How do I passive-aggressively say ‘fuck you’ in flower?” He stared at you with serious eyes.

You have heard it all before. Costumers asking for a certain meaning they want their flowers to express like ‘I love you’ or 'I miss you’. Honestly, flowers having a language is the biggest bogus ever, but hey whatever sells, right?

Instead of giving a serious answer, which you opted but decided not to, you grabbed for a little notepad and started scribbling. “I don’t know what you are going through.” You replied, “But I know a guy who can help.”

You slide the paper across the counter and the stranger stares at you with incredulous eyes. “Look, you must think I’m joking, but I’m serious.”

“Okay..” You slide the paper back to him. He seems serious. You finally take a moment to get a good look at the stranger and conclude he’s quite the looker. His lips are pouty, his hair messy and his skin is milky. There’s a strong men-scent coming from him which is probably some perfume or deodorant but it’s not all chemical - actually it smells minty.

He is still staring at you, but now that you know he’s hot you start to grow a little nervous.

“So.. is it.. fuck you in a salty kind of way.. or the sexual kind?” You ask, and the strangers lips begin to pull. His serious face is gone and replaced by a smile he’s holding back.

“I wish it was the latter - but oh god no. It’s in the 'fuck you - how dare you, I hate you’ kind of way.” He places a hand on his hip and leans forward. “Why..?” There’s a cheeky smile on his face.

“I mean.. how should I know.” You walk away from the counter and start to collect three kinds of flowers. Geraniums for stupidity, orange lilies for hatred and yellow carnations for disappointment.

He doesn’t say much after so instead you try to converse with the strangest costumer you have ever met. “I have never been asked such a special question. 'fuck you’ in flower.. how did you even come up with that?”

“I’m a creative guy.” He shrugs and you roll your eyes.

“Seriously, why would you even want to spend money on someone you despise?” You hand him the bouquet after he has paid.

“My best friend Park Chanjerkface decided to tp my room and today is his anniversary with his girlfriend, but he totally forgot. So he asked me to get a bouquet. So, this is my sweet revenge.” You don’t quite understand him - or his friend but you are smart enough not to ask any questions. Especially because this revenge is incredibly lame - yet sorta creative. “I want him to burn in his girlfriend’s anger.” He flashes a bright smile.

You try to turn the bouquet into something beautiful but the customer stops you and says that goes against the whole message.

So you try to mess the whole thing up and you discover that your handsome costumer is quite the chatterbox. He introduces himself as Byun Baekhyun and begins to talk about his life as a university student. While you are working on the flowers he tells you he’s actually really into singing, he has a dog and he actually likes his friend despite wanting to strangle him.

You can see he is passionate and an energetic person, and you find yourself laughing at his lame jokes - which he blames the leader of his student house for.

About five minutes later you’re finally done and you hand him the bouquet. “Will that be all?”

“Yes,” he beams and takes the bouquet from your hands. You feel a little disappointed when you see him open the door of the stop.

But you don’t hear the ringing of the bell.

“Actually no.” He stops and turns back. What is he doing? “Can I get another bouquet with another message?”

“Sure.” You smile. “What message?”

He grins and you get curious. “How do you say 'Will you go out with me?’ in flower?”

A/N: If ur curious for the post I got this idea from: link

#exo scenarios #baekhyun #exo #baekhyun scenario #fluff #florist au #fanfic #potentially?#exo scenario #baekhyun au #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #fics #chanyeol #kpop scenarios #kpop fanfic

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[request] [scenario] home

((was this... accomodating OTL i am so drained from studying ;; i luv u cheese anon))

Title: home

Member: seungkwan

Genre: fluff fluff fluff // domestic au + established relationship

Word Count: 1007

Seungkwan feels like he’s finally gone insane after being in the practice room for six hours straight, perfecting Soonyoung’s choreography for Highlight, which, by the way, is the most exhausting song he’s ever danced to. His feet ache, his thighs hurt, and his lungs burn.

He swears if he hears Soonyoung call him out for not bending his knees low enough, he’s going to bend Soonyoung in half.

“You look ready to commit a murder,” Seokmin grins, tossing Seungkwan a water bottle that bounces off the blonde’s stomach and rolls off towards a sweaty Chan. Chan rolls the bottle back, and Seungkwan takes it, pressing the cold plastic to his face.

“If we have to stay in this room any longer, I will commit a murder.” Seungkwan jumps when his cell phone buzzes, snatching it off the charger, ignoring the smug grin on Seokmin’s face.

“Don’t worry,” Seokmin takes a swig of water, swallowing it before continuing, “Soonyoung knows how you get when you run low on (F/N).” Seungkwan kicks the air in front of Seokmin, scrunching his face into a look of annoyance. “You know it’s true. You get cranky and irritable. Like, right now.”

[11:50 PM] (F/N)-ah: im tired [11:51 PM] seungkwannie: go to sleep? ill be home soon, ill wake you up [11:51 PM] (F/N)-ah: nonono i want to wait for you

“Ew. Gross,” Jihoon gags, looking over Seungkwan’s shoulder. Seungkwan drops his phone into his lap, startled. Jihoon backs away, laughing.

“Hyung!” He whines, “Aish, I get no privacy here!”

“Privacy?” Seungcheol scoffs, placing a hand on Jihoon’s shoulder, “Seungkwan, we had two bathrooms predebut. We’ve literally seen your -”

“Okay, thanks, stop,” Seungkwan protests, covering his ears, “Can I go now?”

“Yeah, you’re already showing withdrawal symptoms,” Soonyoung grins, dodging the water bottle Seungkwan chucks at him. “My point exactly.”

Seungkwan gathers his things, shoves them haphazardly into his bag, and quickly says his goodbyes to his members and manager before bolting out the door and waving down a taxi.

He arrives at the apartment the two of you share at around 12:30 AM, cursing as he fumbles with the security keypad, entering the wrong code twice before gaining access.

The TV light covers the living room with a dim glow, a rerun of a drama playing. He’s not surprised to see you fast asleep, phone in hand, head leaning against the back of the couch.

He drops his bag and presses a kiss to the top of your head, laughing when you swat weakly at his touch, incomprehensible mumbling leaving your lips.

“You said you’d wait for me,” he mutters as you fully awake, finding him leaning over you. He has an undeniably soft pout on his face as he complains, eyes shut out of exhaustion.

You lean up and kiss his pouty lips, dry from hours of sweating at practice and lack of hydration. He lets out a squeak and holds a hand over his lips, a playful glare on his expression.

“Hey, that’s cheating,” he says, slipping over the top of the couch, too tired to walk around. He pulls you into him, your head against his shoulder and his hand in yours. He presses light, fluttering kisses onto your head, inhaling the fresh scent of your freshly washed hair, cold against his lips.

“How was practice?” You muse, your free hand rising to trace his jawline, rubbing his cheek softly and letting out a light chuckle when he leans into the touch.

“Long,” he responds, “I missed you so much I could’ve died. Well, not me necessarily, but… Let’s just say Soonyoung-hyung would be lying in a pool of his own blood if he made us do another run-through.”

You laugh at that, because knowing the drama-queen of a boyfriend you have, he’s exaggerating.

“I missed you too,” you smile, leaning into the kiss he presses against your cheek, content. “But I don’t want to fall asleep out here like last time.”

He winces at the memory of the both of you waking up on the floor below the couch, in a heap of pillows and blankets. He had to attend practice with a stiff back and a throb in his shoulder, while you had to attend classes with a stiff neck and sore arm.

“I should shower first,” he yawns, reluctantly releasing you from his embrace. The lack of warmth is unsettling, but he’d rather not make you reek of his sweat. “I’ll join you in a few, okay?”

Again, he’s not surprised to see you dozing off, phone in hand as you desperately cling to consciousness. He takes a seat on his side of the bed, the soft cushion sinking below his weight. As he dries his hair, he feels you tug at his sweater.

“‘Kwannie,” you mumble, eyelids heavy as you glance up at him, “Hurry up.”

“And I thought I missed you more,” he teases, tossing his hair towel towards the laundry basket. He enters the covers, arms wrapping around your figure to pull you into him.

He presses his forehead to yours, smiling bashfully. “I love coming home to this,” he says, “I love coming home to you.” He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth, laughing when your soft expression melts into a pouty glare.

“I love you,” he states, hand caressing your cheek, and you quietly mumble back an ‘I love you too’ as he continues. “Without you, well, I’d probably still be sharing two bathrooms with 12 other guys,” he chuckles, “and I wouldn’t have anyone to do this to.”

He runs a thumb over your bottom lip before pressing his lips to yours, breath fresh and minty, lips soft and rehydrated.

The kiss is sweet and slow, not a quick peck or anything too intense.

You have all the time in the world, and each other.

He can’t wait to repeat the process all over again, tomorrow.

He just hopes it’s vocal practice, because currently, he can’t feel his legs.

bonus:

[6:45 AM] 1004 mom: hello sons it is time to get up [6:46 AM] jihoonie: n o [6:47 AM] 17’s daddy: y e s [6:47 AM] 17’s daddy: where r u jihoon [6:48 AM] jihoonie: studio [6:49 AM] 17’s daddy: coming [6:50 AM] jihoonie: ……………… [6:51 AM] 1004 mom: u nasty there are children here [6:52 AM] jihoonie: u thought of it too

[7:00 AM] won-uwu: everyone at the dorm is up [7:01 AM] vernOFF: unfortunately [7:02 AM] vernOFF: seungkwan. is not awake [7:03 AM] dj boo: hello [7:04 AM] vernOFF: jk [7:04 AM] dj boo: no ur right he’s not awake he’s on TOP of me and i am STUCK [7:05 AM] 17’s daddy: oh. hello (f/n) [7:06 AM] vernOFF: rip [7:07 AM] jihoonie: rip [7:07 AM] chan: rip [7:07 AM] ming-how: rip [7:07 AM] jun-who: rip [7:07 AM] ming-ew: rip [7:07 AM] won-uwu: rip [7:07 AM] kwon fire: rip [7:07 AM] josh hong: rip [7:07 AM] seokmin: rip [7:08 AM] dj boo: i hate u all, actually [7:08 AM] dj boo: fine im going back to sleep too bye [7:09 AM] 17’s daddy: WE HAVE A SCHEDULE AT 7:30 WAKE hIM UP [7:10 AM] 17’s daddy: aaaand she’s gone [7:10 AM] 1004 mom: rip [7:11 AM] 17’s daddy: …. [7:11 AM] 17’s daddy: rip

#kreativewritersnet #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seungkwan #boo seungkwan #i am tireD

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ohdizzy · 7 years

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is taegi ur fav?? i love them together even tho there's not as much moments as i'd like..

actually taekook is my fave…. my ride or die [clenches fist] but taegi is a close second!!!!!!!

GOD there’s something about their dynamics that brings a tear to my eye :’)

ANON NO U GOTTA THINK POSITIVELY. because taeGI IS SO RARE, it makes it that much more [thumps chest] U KNOW WHAT I’M SAYING??/???////? no probabLY NOT BUT BEAR WITH ME ANON BECAUSE

SIT DOWN AND BUCKLE UP BECAUSE I, DIZZY, WRITER OF TAEGI FANFICS, TAEGI ENTHUSIAST, AND TAEGI TRASHCAN WILL PRESENT TO YOU A SOMETHING-SOMETHING AS TO WHY Taegi is Possible THE greatest and THE cutest, softest couple with amazing dynamics

ok. firstly, let me start off with height difference. GOD, NEED I SAY MORE????? YOONGI, PRETENDING NOT TO BE AFFECTED BY TAEHYUNG’S TOWERING HEIGHT AND TAEHYUNG SMIRKING LIKE THE SMUG BASTARD HE IS AND USING IT TO HIS ADVANTAGE BECAUSE HE LIKES “protecting his tiny cute hyung” (to which yoongi would glower and pretend he hates that but lets be real who doesnt want taehyung protecting them)

LIKE??? UMM?????? look at the way taehyung’s feet are resting on that lil bar while yoongi’s legs are LITERALLY DANGLING ABOVE FUCK SO FUCKING PRECIOUS AND THEIR THIGH SIZE DIFFERENCE UM can taehyung choke me with his fucking thighs wow totally not thinking about how daddy taehyung is how much bigger tae is than yoongi uh huh nope

yeah but like. imagine this: taehyung shopping with jimin and buying that big old jacket and when jimin asks WHY he is buying a jacket that’s clearly five fucken sizes too big for him he like. nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders like, “yoongi gets cold easily so it’s big enough for the both of us” WOW CRY

SECONDLY. CUDDLY TAEGI

did someone say FUCK YEAH

look at taehyung’s fond smile, clearly milking every moment and yoongi with his resigned acceptance of his fate. which is being coddled to death by taehyung

AND THEN TAEHYUNG AND HIS BIG OLD HAPPY SMILE HE GETS AROUND HIS CUTE YOONGI HYUNG. AND LOOK AT YOONGI TRYING SO NOT TO SMILE LIKE A GOOF CAUSE LETS BE REAL - THAT’S WHAT HAPPENS WHEN UR AROUND KIM TAEHYUNG NO PRINTER FAX ONLY

a concept: yoongi hating to be cuddled by everyone. but theres something about taehyungs hugs that arent as shitty as everyone elses (probably to do with the fact that yoongi is literally ENVELOPED by taehyung and like. snugly secured against his chest but we wont dwell on that because ill get emo) but then since he is THE mon yoongo, anti-huggist and grouch supreme, he must uphold his reputation of hating hugs. hence his oh-so-displeased nose scrunch

another classic. a true masterpiece. mona lisa WHO? i only know this photo of taegi, thx

AND THEN WE HAVE THE RARE PHOTO OF YOONGI HUGGING TAEHYUNG. even tho i yap on and on abt taehyung protecting yoongi with his big old size there’s something abt yoongi’s aura and general vibe that gives off the impression that he’s the one protecting tae, doesn’t it??? wow. /wipes tear away/

and then TAEGI AS BOYFS/ON CUTE DATES!!!!!!!!

did you mean; FUCK YEAH

wow taegi in MATCHING JUMPERS AND DRINKING MATCHING DRINKS!!!!!!!!!! y’all this only happening cos taehyung has yoongi WRAPPED RIGHT AROUND HIS PINKY FINGER OK

orrrrrr taegi on a vaCAY together!!!!!

“yoong. hyung. yoongles. baby. u getting my angles???”

“yes love i’m getting ur angles” (taehyung thanks his lucky stars that his boyf does photography on the side cos that means at all times his insta is POPPING)

and to finish, i thought i’d finish with something that probably makes taegi for me

ok so literally, look at how SOFT yoongi is for taehyung. yeah he pretends he’s exasperated by taehyung (AND MAYBE HE IS WHEN HE GETS UP TO HIS ANTICS) but it’s this kind of fond exasperation bc seriously my man yoongletov has a soft spot for taehyung like no other AND THAT JUST FUCKING. PULLS. AT. MY. HEART. STRINGS.

look at that love and affection and support and fondness in his eyes. he’s literally like YASSS THAT’S MY BABY SPEAKING YASSS KIM TAEHOT!!!!!! TAESEXY!!!!!!! THAT’S!!! MY!!! BOYFRIEND!!!!!!!!

LIKE SERIOUSLY HOW CAN PEOPLE NOT LOVE TAEGI IT LITERALLY BAFFLES ME

THEY HAVE SUCH A GREAT DYNAMIC. TAEGI CRIMINALS? TAEGI ANGST? FANTASY TAEGI? APOCALYPSE TAEGI? DOMESTIC TAEGI? COLLEGE TAEGI? LITERALLY. EVERY. AU. WORKS.

JUST WATCH THIS GODDAMN VINE AND TELL ME THAT TAEGI IS NOT THE CUTEST FUCKING THING YOU’VE EVER WITNESSED. AND IF U SAY IT’S NOT, UR LYING!!! GIRL BYE!!!!

https://vine.co/v/e5IrPvn0lUe/card?api=1

AND THIS. LOOK AT THE WAY YOONGI CRACKS UP BC OF TAEHYUNG FUCKING HELL HE’S LIKE UR SO EMBARRASSING BUT I LOVE U SO MUCH OK AIOEFJLDKS FUCK

https://vine.co/v/5TYgtTm6gBI/card?api=1

and to finish off this something-something, here is my all-time favourite gif of taegi that pretty much sums up taegi in one go:

A.K.A taehyung being his adorable, lovable, goofy self, annoying the FUCK out of yoongi and yoongi trying his GODDAMN FUCKING HARDEST NOT TO SMILE BECAUSE THAT IS SO FUCKING CUTE OK, trying his best to look cool. LOOK AT THAT FOND EXASPERATION. LOOK AT THE WAY HE’S TRYING HIS HARDEST NOT TO LAUGH. JUST FUCKING LOOK AT TAEHYUNG, GOOFING AROUND WITH HIS TINY, CUTIE-PIE MINTY HYUNG. OH MY FUCKING GOD I FUCKING LOVE TAEGI.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaand on that note, i’m out

#anonymous #ask #CAN YOU FUCKING TELL I LOVE TAEGI #also i just realised how much i diverted from ur actual question #id say im sorry but im not i just love taegi too much #i adore them theyre so precious please protect taegi #and give it a lot of love ok #taegi

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