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MOCHIS!
I adore my Ranpoe mochis, and I love the idea Ranpo tries to fight his mini version for stealing his boyfriend´s kisses in front of him! Poe´s mochi just vibing, what a little guy-
i am unhealthily in love with this man </3
JUNGKOOK, stage outfits for anon
( cr : snowpeach, séquence JK, nes:* )
we are bulletproof: the eternal, mikrokosmos and then answer : love myself…
spotify do you want me to start sobbing right now?!
You Are My Sunshine || l.s.m.
MASTERLIST
Pairing: Lee Seokmin x Reader
Warnings: none, hurt comfort
Word count: 1.6k
Summary: Seokmin is like the sun, but eventually even the sun has to give way to the stillness of night.
A/N: I am pretty much just reposting my old fics while I work on something new lol. so obv this is also posted on my marvel account (@capwogers).
Sometimes, the sadness hits you slowly and silently. The clouds crawl their way across the sky until they’ve hidden the sun, replacing the blue sky with gray clouds. Small waves lap at the shore until one day you look up, face to face with tsunami tides. You’re happy until you’re not, with no idea how long the rain will last.
That was how you found yourself in the passenger’s seat of Seokmin’s car, wrapped up in his coat, hands fidgeting on your lap. It was a fun night – a night out with all of your friends, full of karaoke and laughter – until suddenly it wasn’t. The tsunami tides had crashed, and all too quickly you were left teary-eyed and weary with the heaviness of an all-encompassing sadness.
It was the type of sadness you couldn’t name, the kind that had built up for weeks under your nose. So when your eyes met Seokmin’s across the room, a silent plea for rescue in a secret language that the two of you had become fluent in, he grabbed his keys and coat and said goodbye as he took your hand and led you into the cold air.
“What happened?” He asked as the two of you made your way to his car. The question was quiet, almost buried under the whistle of the chilly winter wind. You were thankful that you had taken him up on his offer to drive, as being alone with your thoughts was the last thing you wanted to do.
“I wish I could say,” you replied. “I was fine, then all of a sudden… I just wasn’t.” You pulled your scarf a little higher, trying to protect your cheeks from the biting cold. Seokmin glanced over your way, and you stared straight into the night pretending not to notice the way his eyebrows furrowed together or the way he stepped just a little bit closer to you.
Seokmin didn’t say anything else until the two of you were safely buckled into the car, waiting for the heater to warm you both up. “Do you… want to talk about it?” He asked tentatively. If he was honest, he wasn’t sure what to say, but all he could do was act on the tug in his heart to make you feel better somehow.
You gave him a tired smile and wondered if he could even see it in the darkness of the night. “I do,” you began. “But I don’t even know what ‘it’ is. I’m just sad, and my heart feels tired.” It wasn’t a lot, but it was the best you could give him… or yourself for that matter. If you could talk it through, you would, because it was always easy to talk to Seokmin. But right now, you favored the silence.
Seokmin set the gear shift on drive, pulling out into the empty 2 a.m. roads. “You know, sometimes I like to drive around with nowhere to go,” he said softly. “It helps me think.” You looked towards him, but stayed quiet as he continued. “Especially when the stars are out like this, it’s a bit easier to put things into perspective. The universe is so big… It makes my problems feel a little smaller.
“Lately... things have been really difficult” he continued, pausing to take a breath. “There wasn’t really anyone I felt I could talk to. Not even the boys. But being out here, it felt like I could just take a minute to breathe. Like the world is on pause, for even just an hour.”
Under the warm yellow lights of the city, you could see Seokmin's fingers tightening around the wheel ever so slightly. Though he tried to keep his voice even, you could see the slight tremble in his lips, and you wanted so badly to touch him, to remind him that you were here now. Seokmin was not the type to talk about the heavier things that were weighing on him, and you were afraid that speaking might suddenly snap him out of it.
So instead you turned your attention forward once again to the empty streets, lined with restaurants that had closed hours ago and apartment balconies with Christmas lights still left hanging on the railings. Seokmin was right, it felt like the world was on pause. No one was walking around the street, no speedy drivers swerving through traffic. It was like you were the only people in the city… in the world.
Seokmin was quiet after his confession, letting whatever was playing on the radio fill the silence. It seemed to last for an eternity, until he finally put the car in park at the top of a parking garage. He reached up, pulling back the screen that covered the moon roof of his car.
“It’s a little too cold to sit outside, but this should be fine.” For the first time since you had entered the car, Seokmin looked at you and you could clearly see the beginnings of the tears that he had swatted away, lining the dark bags under his eyes. Has he always looked this tired? You wondered how lonely he must have been, hiding behind the walls he had built up and you were grateful to share even a fraction of the weight he’s been carrying alone all this time.
“Fine for what?” You asked.
“Like I said, looking at the stars helps to put it all into perspective,” he repeated, pointing out at an arbitrary speck of light in the night sky. “Just imagine you’re standing on one of them, looking down at Earth. It’s barely a speck in the distance. There’s nothing that can reach you from there. Nothing can touch you.” The energy in his explanation ended in a tired, resigned sigh that escaped his lips. “Nothing can reach you,” he added, barely a whisper.
Suddenly, your problems did begin to feel small, but not because of the stars. Looking at Seokmin now, the only thing on your mind was him. For all you’ve known him, he would listen to everyone else’s problems and fix them with a laugh, the way only he could, but who was there for him? Before you could think too hard about what you were doing, you reached across the console to find his hand. He didn’t look up, but when you laced your fingers in his, you felt a gentle squeeze.
“Seokmin,” you called his name. “I’m here.”
“I mean yeah, obviously you’re here–”
“No, Seokmin, I’m here,” you cut him off. “And I’m not going anywhere.” When he looked up finally and allowed himself to meet your eyes, you suddenly wondered if you were as fluent in your secret language as you had thought. In all the shared smiles, the times you scanned the room to find him whenever you laughed, the knowing glances, you had never seen his eyes this tired. The walls he built up were beginning to crumble, and all you could do was reach out to him.
“I am so tired,” he confessed. “And I didn’t even realize how tired I’ve become.” He took your other hand in his, bringing it up to his cheek, relaxing the slightest bit in your touch.
Before you met Seokmin, you would have described your life as being stuck under a rainy cloud. But one day, the skies parted and there he was. And for as long as you’ve known him, Seokmin has always been the sun. Giving off warmth to everyone around him, radiating nothing but joy and laughter, but also somewhat distant. Keeping himself away because if he got too close he might burn someone. But even the sun doesn’t stay out forever.
“It’s okay,” you assured him, pulling him closer to you. “Let yourself rest.” In that moment, all you could do was make a silent promise to God, the universe, the stars, whoever was listening, that you would always be there with Seokmin to let him rest, to let the quietness of night take over until he was ready to be the sun again.
The strained breaths coming from Seokmin made your heart ache, and you brought his forehead to yours. “If I’m not strong enough to carry these things alone,” he choked out. Before he could even finish his thought, you cut him off.
“No one said you have to carry it alone,” you said sternly, bringing your hand under his chin to force his eyes to meet yours. “Let us – let me, carry it with you.”
You stayed that way for a little while longer, or maybe it was forever, foreheads resting against each other over the console until you heard his ragged breathing finally steady itself. Seokmin let out a quiet but tired chuckle and you pulled away to look at him, unable to read the small smile that had made its way onto his features.
“What’s so funny, Seokmin?” you asked.
“It’s just,” he chuckled again. “I thought we were driving around to make you feel better, but as only you can do, you made me feel better instead.” It was his turn to reach up and touch your cheek, softly, as if he applied any more pressure he might break you. “And I didn’t even know I was sad,” he laughed, louder this time.
You laughed with him, as you always did, and looked down at your lap where your hands were fidgeting. Seokmin called your name quietly, his voice still raspy from crying and you looked back up. There it was again, the unreadable look in his eyes. “You…” he began. “You’re like the sun.”
Before you could even reply, his lips were already on yours.
his smile is so endearing :(
he’s so pretty and cute 🥺 for @loverjimin ♡
“It’s precisely the same. You took me under your wing and practically raised me… I’m your Padawan just like Ahsoka was mine. How well would you sleep knowing I failed you.”
“Not very well, I imagine. Luckily that isn’t true… and never will be.”
screencap redraw for my favourite arc
You Can Trust Me: Chapter Two
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Series Summary: Everyone is a caregiver or a little, and has a perfect match that’s all dependent on a mark in the crook or their neck. When you find out Natasha is destined to be your caregiver, you don’t know how to feel. Until alongside the redhead, you learn how to be the person you’ve always wanted to be- a little one.
Chapter Summary: You finally allow Natasha to take you to a coffee shop with Maria’s support. With the redhead’s natural nature, you find yourself slipping into a headspace you’ve never been before.
Word Count: 1,285
Warnings: Age regression, cursing, and slight angst.
A/N: Chapter two is here!! Things are getting better and better! I hope you all really enjoy this series, because I sure am. I feel like Natasha just being so nervous is a mood. Enjoy, and happy reading! <3
Chapter One
You shifted in your work cubicle, trying your best to focus on the files in front of you. Mrs. Maximoff had given you paperwork duty once again, leaving you with the dulling task of putting the papers all in order.
You couldn’t seem to keep your mind off a certain redhead though. Natasha. Maria gently reminded you that it wouldn't be a terrible idea to see if she was still interested in a coffee date- but you quickly rejected her idea.
Even if you maybe, possibly, deep down, actually really wanted that coffee date.
You knew eventually you’d have to just ask- you couldn’t dwell on it forever and hope things will change. After that event in the parking lot, you were sure Natasha wouldn’t approach you until you actively showed interest. Your phone dinged once again. and you sighed- Maria again. Of course.
Maria <3: Hey! How’s work going?? Finally, asked out your favorite redhead? ;)
You huffed at the text. You loved Maria, but God. That woman was a jackass and she knew it too.
Y/N: I’m trying to. But I’m also trying to do paperwork. Stop texting me, May.
Maria <3: Hey, hey. Fine. Just know you’ll miss me. And you better ask her out!! I know she’s just waiting for your approval. You’re a perfect match, Y/N. But hey, what do I know.
You eyed the message wearily and decided against replying. She was right, you knew that much. That didn’t mean you were going to listen though. You needed to wait. Or at least until this paperwork was finished.
After ten minutes of utter boredom, you decided to make the move you never thought you’d make. You made your way to Natasha’s desk, trying your best to seem casual.
“Hey, Natasha! I’m so sorry for bothering you, I just wanted to see how you were doing.” You hesitantly said, shifting around in a futile attempt to ease your anxiety.
The redhead smirked, and you wanted to punch her right in the face. Of course, she’d be all smart and prideful about it. Jackass. “I’m fine. Just waiting for my soulmate to ask me out, nothing new.”
You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be all like that. I just… I just wanted to see if you’d be up for a coffee date, but I guess you’re not up for one so I’ll just be heading back to my desk now.”
“No, no! Don’t leave- I’m sorry for being an ass. Please, I’d love to take you out. Is this evening okay, right after work?”
You laughed, “Yes, it’s perfect. I’d love to see you there. Will you pick me up?”
Natasha nodded, “Of course little- I mean Y/N. I’m very sorry- it’s caregiving nature, I guess. Of course, no pet names right now. Anyways, I’ll let you get back to work now. And Y/N?”
You turned your gaze back in her direction. “Thanks for giving me a chance. I won’t let you down, I promise.” The redhead said sincerely and you nodded with a genuine smile.
“I have no doubt you’ll be a great date.”
The rest of the workday was incredibly uneventful. All that you could think about was a coffee date with Natasha. Part of you wished you hadn’t agreed to right after work- your business casual clothes were fine, but you were a little self-conscious about it.
Finally, it was time. The redhead met you out in the parking lot with a grin and opened the passenger door. “You can go in first, baby. Wait sorry, no pet names yet.” She apologized, and you smiled softly at the genuineness in her voice.
“No, it’s okay. We’ll get there at some point. Honestly, I’m just trying to get used to this whole soulmate and caregiving thing, you know?” She nodded while she joined you in the car. “Not to be too open, but it’s just hard for me to trust… yet.”
Natasha gave you an understanding expression, “That’s okay. When you’re ready, I’ll be right here. Go at your own pace.” She reassured as the both of you drove down the highway.
The ride was comfortably silent as you admired the passing buildings, and Natasha admired you. Part of you did feel guilty- you couldn’t deny that. She had been so kind, and all you could do was say you weren’t ready.
“Alright, we’re here! I thought a cat cafe would be nice, I’ve been here a few times, and the environment is very peaceful. There’s a small section for little ones, so if you want to play with toys or anything you can- there's also some small foods- no pressure though! Not at all-, I’m sorry. Am I pressuring you?” The redhead asked anxiously.
You chuckled, “Nat, you’re rambling. You’re not pressuring me, you’re very understanding actually. Now let’s go in, shall we?”
“Happily.” She replied, and hesitantly reached out for your hand. You accepted it happily and intertwined your fingers together as you made your way into the quaint little restaurant.
A happy man with an arrow symbol on his neck approached you both, smiling at you both. “Hello, and welcome to Cats and Coffee. How may I get you started- oh, and we have our menu on that chalkboard if you need help deciding!” He finished in a cheery voice and headed behind the counter.
Natasha glanced over the menu for a while before finally deciding on what she wanted. “I think I’ll have a coffee with sugar and cream, please. Also, a blueberry muffin to go along with it.” She ordered.
“Of course ma’am! And for you?” The man turned to face you, and you finally decided.
“A hot chocolate with a frosted cookie please!” He nodded, adding up your total.
“Gotcha! That will be six dollars! I hope you and your little one have a lovely day!” He said to Natasha as she paid and led you over to a booth. You brought over the food and gently set it down.
“You know, you didn’t have to pay for me.” You remarked, taking a sip of your warm beverage. “Thank you, though. I truly do appreciate free food.”
Natasha laughed- god her laugh was addicted. “Hey, no problem. I’m always up for paying.”
As you both ate your food, you couldn’t help but look over at the toys section. It never really had happened before- you took a glance at it but brushed off the feeling. Now, you just couldn’t. You felt something drawing you to it.
“You know little one, you can go and play if you want to. You can trust me.” Natasha said sincerely, while you wiggled around. Butterflies filled up your stomach, but you decided to do something you never thought you’d do- you made your way to the playmat and sat down.
The cafe was fairly empty, so no other little ones occupied the area. You hesitated before reaching over to a set of building blocks. At first, you weren’t sure what to do, but you started building them into a house.
Moments passed until you were finally finished- you turned around to look at Natasha for approval, and were surprised almost to see her looking back at you with adoration.
“Do you like it, Natty?” You half whispered as she walked over to you, and she smiled back at you before replying joyfully,
“Like it? Honey, I love it! You did so well, little duckling. Do you want me to drop you off at your apartment?” Natasha asked as she scooped you up and walked you over to the car.
You looked up at her loving gaze before replying quietly, “Only if you stay with me.”
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i can't believe he actually let him keep it
dawn on
requested: no
group: itzy
pairing: yuna x fem!reader
genre: angst
contents: small town, best friends!au, love requited too late, no happy ending again :)
warnings: none
synopsis: You always realize things too late, but this time, there’s really no going back.
a/n: i actually like this! please don’t request happy endings this time, though.
word count: 1.3k
“I still don’t know why she put us together.”
“Who, the professor?” Yuna looks up in surprise, her hand pausing at where it’s scribbling something in the margins of her book.
It’s the fifth time that the two of you have been paired for a project in the same year, and it’s honestly getting suspicious. Twirling your own pen between your fingers, you shrug, “I mean, you’re leaving tomorrow. And I know she used to try to make us get back together, but it isn’t like you have a crush on me anymore.”
“Yes I do.”
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