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Thinking about how when it was 2015 and I watched those comic-dubs on my TV on YT and wondered where the OG comic was and how come all the people asking questions are named 'anon'. Did the creator not want the asker-s name to get out? I didn't even know what tumblr was at the time, but I dreamed so hard of an ask series and I think that's where I got my 'comments and questions are the 100% best kickstart for me to having motivation for something'. I still want an ask series 😔
i finished it!!! :33
pls like it on youtube after watching!!! (if you've enjoyed it)
camellia || pt. 2 (M)
Y/N is a strong-willed herbalist who knows exactly what she wants; she also happens to make some really good tea. Taehyung is a kind but rebellious prince who doesn’t really know what he wants but he knows that the commoner girl who makes fantastic tea can’t be this damn cute.
pairing: prince!taehyung x herbalist!reader
word count: 10k
genre: fluff, smut, prince au
warnings: the smut scene was meant to be a cute one but somehow it turned filthy and I accidentally made Tae into a raging dom oops
A/N: Header created by me! Inspired by one of my favorite animes ever: Snow White with the Red Hair.
CHAPTERS: 01 | 02
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PART TWO
Prince Taehyung was never a tea person. So imagine the castle staff’s surprise when he began to request homemade tea every night from to room.
You remembered the first time a maid came and found you about the prince’s request for your tea. You nodded politely back at her, but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto your face.
Even when you arrived at the prince’s door, tray in hand, your smile still didn’t let up.
Night after night you made Taehyung tea, sitting at the foot of his bed as he always managed to convince you to stay and chat for a while. Taehyung spoke to you about anything and everything; he liked the way you spoke bluntly and didn’t shrink yourself around him. Even when the tea was gone and the initial conversation had died, he’d find new things to talk about, no matter how unimportant, just because he liked the sound of your voice.
“What?” You asked one night, noticing that Taehyung had been staring at you for the past few minutes.
“Nothing. I just really like hearing you talk is all.” Taehyung confessed softly, causing you to glance down at your empty teacup, unable to meet his sincere eyes.
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We Are All Dreamers [M]
➬ Title | We Are All Dreamers
➬ Summary | Jeon Jungkook is a cocky bastard. Not only does he have the pride and insolence twice the size of his head, but he also has an anger that could open up the door to hell on itself. As he continues to refuse to believe on the soulmate system, he keeps on unknowingly hurting you, punishing you for what the universe has thrown at him in the past. Would he change his ways as he finally meets you? Or would you run away, giving him the exit that he had seemed to desire so greatly?
↳ Pairings | Jeon Jungkook x reader
↳ Genre | Enemies to Lovers!au, Soulmate!au, Smut, Angst
↳ Ratings | +18 / M for Mature
↳ Warning | Heavy angst at the beginning, slow burn, lots of misunderstandings but lots of make-up sex happening, virgin sex/first time, penetration sex, dom!kook, possessive sex, dirty talk, minor degradation, slight breast play, body worship, pussy eating (some biting might be involved), fingering (f receiving; vaginal).
↳ Word count | 16,5k words (I went a little overboard, I’m so sorry but I can’t help myself *cries*)
↳ Music Companion | Lone Wolf - Our Love | Evrdo - Images |
➬ Author’s Note | Written as a commission for @mindays. I’m sorry this took so long. I also made a little twist from your request to add some (more) drama, but I really hope you’ll enjoy this. Thank you so much for commissioning me :) | Also tagging @ladyartemesia for chipping in some ideas through the comments left behind on my post to help me out with this lol
Had someone ever asked you how often times you had spent hours and long nights researching and reading everything there was to know about soulmates, perhaps you would have died of embarrassment.
It is not so much that you are completely obsessed about it—particularly about finding yours—it is just that you have had too many questions about it to not be able to just sit in idle and wait until the universe would finally give you some answers or tell you more than what it had been showing you.
Dreams, sometimes vivid, mostly vague. Each one had been coming to you in broken fragments as a sign that your soulmate truly exists. That the universe had set you up with another human being somewhere out there for you to find.
They don’t always come to you every time you sleep at night yet its arrival had always been unpredictable, coming at the most unexpected times.
You honestly cannot remember exactly when the dreams had first started coming to you. It must have been somewhere around your early teen years, or maybe longer. Perhaps you have had them way before then, yet you simply did not pay much attention to it since you obviously have had no clue of what they were all about.
You had only begun to understand more about it as you grew older, when you started hearing about what people had said about soulmates and the signs given to each person whenever they had been paired up with someone else.
The only problem was, people had always talked about soulmates and the journey of finding one another as a wonderful experience that had people yearning to encounter their own. They had talked about them as a wonderful mixture between excitements and thrills, as the search and anticipation give people more purpose.
For you, this soulmate searching business had been nothing but frustrating, infuriating, and yet, somewhere deep down, you still have hopes of finding yours.
Most of the times.
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Dear Stranger
Lucky you, getting stuck in an elevator, your worst nightmare come to life. Lucky you, getting stuck with a stranger.
24, between strangers with jk, cuddle prompt requested by anon.
pairing: ex-firefighter!jk x reader
genre: fluff.
word count: 3k
warnings: reader has an intense fear of elevators and is very panicky. it’s a traumatic experience for her. also firefighter jk deserves its own warning lmao
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© Dear Stranger is copyright vinterjeon 2020. This fic can not be modified, re-posted, or translated without my permission.
author’s note: so this was supposed to be a drabble… lmao i have a problem. also i know i always say that it’s shit, but believe me, this time it really is. i have read through this one (1) time and we all know by now that i’m illiterate so don’t come for me. (maybe i’ll go back and edit or maybe i’ll forget all about it lol)
When you were younger, elevators scared the living shit out of you. You remember watching… a movie? An episode of some show? It doesn’t really matter because it’s not something you ever want to see again.
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Hey so that was actually crazy and I need to be somewhere locked up and never use the internet again
😝🔫
reblog if you’d like one of these in your inbox
- ask me things you want to know about me
- why you follow me
- what’s on your mind/what you’re thinking about
- a compliment
- make me choose between two things
- ask for advice
- tell me a secret
- things you associate me with
- anything!!!!
✎ — MY MELODY ; lee jihoon
synopsis. waking up in the middle of a thunderstorm alone is no one’s idea of perfect but your husband provides plenty of heartwarming moments. pairing. jihoon x afab! reader genre. fluff content. idol! au, parent! au, short, established relationship, soppy moments i cherish tons, reader (and child) have a fear of thunderstorms wc. 606 words, 3.4k characters
MILKY’S NOTES . . . sobbing, throwing up, rolling on the floor, you’ll hear from me again in about 5 working business days
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a deep rumbling smothered seoul as the night sky thundered once more, cracks of static lightning shooting down from oblivion. before you’d gone to bed with your husband at your side, you’d vehemently ignored the weather forecast that spoke of thunderstorms during the night. “are you sure you’ll be okay?” you remember your husband asking, his tone worrisome as his furrowed brows looked across the room in your direction, where you was changing into nightwear. you had laughed, waving him off with your hand as you climbed into your shared bed.
another crack and rumble shook the house momentarily and your eyes shot open, your whole body sitting up quick enough to give you whiplash as your adjusting eyes took in how the illuminated room faded back into routine darkness. blindly, your left hand dragged across the sheets towards jihoon’s side of the bed. the endeavour ended with your fingertips left empty, confusing you. the time on your phone said 1:14am, so where was your husband?
panicking as another rumble echoed above the house, you threw your legs over the side of the bed - not even slipping your feet into your slippers - and hurriedly left the bedroom to seek out your husband’s comfort. your shaking frame stumbled door to door, checking every one of them for signs of life. jihoon’s office? no. your art studio? no. the second floor hallway was lit up by another strike of lightning and your heart lept into your throat, your body instinctively stumbling into your daughter’s room to see if she was okay.
the figure of her body in bed was much larger than usual, as if two people were snuggled up under her disney princess sheets. you blinked the sleep from your eyes, hearing hana’s whimpers followed by the familiar, lulling sound of your husband’s voice, singing one of his songs softly.
“영원한 사랑이 있다면,” you recognised the song to be ‘to you’ which you’d stated multiple times was a favourite of yours, “그건 당신이겠죠.”
you let out a sigh of relief that you’d finally found your husband amongst all of your suffocating panic. the sheets moved and your eyes met with his. your daughter was curled up into his chest, her head barely making it to the crook of his neck. her small hands were gripping his shirt, bunching the material up in fists.
pink lips curved into a gentle smile at the scene, one of jihoon’s hands rubbing hana’s back rhythmically. faintly, you could make out jihoon smiling back at you in the darkness.
“i’ll come back to bed soon.” he murmured out into the cherished silence that had fell between not only the three of you but the entirety of seoul at that moment. your fingers at your sides fiddled with the material of the shirt you was wearing to bed - one of jihoon’s shirts - and you nodded, almost child-like as the state the thunderstorm put you in wore off.
“do i get a song sang to me too?” you joked playfully, eyes glittering as jihoon chuckled softly, his eyes squeezing shut at the gesture, “it’s only fair.”
“you don’t have to ask baby.” jihoon hummed, his hand stilling on hana’s sleeping body as he realised she’d fell asleep in the absence of his voice and the thunderstorm.
taking in the scene once more, your heart swelled. your husband had come to comfort hana in the absence of you being awake, the second most precious female in his life. as you stumbled tiredly back to your bedroom, the smile on your lips stayed ever present at what a wonderful father he’d become.
As promised- i guess- A̶l̶s̶o̶ a̶ b̶i̶t̶ o̶f̶ s̶e̶l̶f̶ i̶n̶d̶u̶l̶g̶e̶n̶t̶ h̶e̶r̶e̶ a̶a̶a̶h̶h̶h̶h̶
this dude legit has more metal on him than the whole tool box we keep at our place
OMGGOMGOMGOMGOMGGGGGGRHAHAHAHHHHHHHRRRRGRRAAA
THIS IS SO GOOD POOKSS 😭😭😭😭😭😭💘💘💕💕💕💓💓💓💓💓💓💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💞💖💖✨✨✨✨✨
PLS PLS. PLS CJECK OIT MY FRIEND TJEYRE WRITING WND TJEIR WRITING MWKES ME GO ON MY KNEES AND PRAY 🛐🛐,, BC ITS BECOMING MT RELIGI ON, 😫😫🩷🩷💓💓💕💕💞🩷💓
fluff hadcanons with konig/f!reader
kiss hadcanons •º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º•º
A/N @simp4konig THIS IS FOR U MY POKKIE
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I recommend reading to the song "Princess Chelsea - I Love My Boyfriend"
• Konig doesn't like to show feelings publicly, preferring to keep it just between you two. However, this does not mean that he will suppress emotions and will not give you kisses in front of everyone.
• He greets you, smiling from under his mask, carefully enveloping your sweet face with his long and strong fingers. While Konig captures a reverent kiss on your forehead through the mask, he cannot deprive himself of the pleasure of caressing your velvety skin, giving a bouquet of flaring embarrassment and vivid feelings. In the same way, a man loves to say goodbye to you for the rest of the day. Other times, he lightly runs his hand over your scarlet lips and leaves a hot kiss on them; then, as you become even closer, such gestures will become routine for you: while you walk, talk about plans for the future, while you just spend precious time together.
• His kisses are incredibly sensual, full of love and adoration. Konig loves long kisses: this allows him to taste you and fully enjoy the woman he loves. The kiss is sweet and slow at first; he lightly touches your cheeks, admiring your relaxed body, and while you caress the man’s broad chest, he passionately presses his lips to yours, waiting for an answer. His lips soothe, and his hugs warm, as if in his arms you found a second home. He will stop to look at you and remind you how beautiful you look.
• Sometimes, watching you sleeping, exhausted after his caresses, but still incredibly beautiful with disheveled hair and a scarlet blush, he thinks about whether everything really happened, because he is so afraid of losing you. He has been through a lot, but he is not ready to accept the pain that will envelop him if you disappear from his life. You will hear how desperately he whispers in a strong Austrian accent, “Promise me that this is forever,Schatz” expecting to receive an answer from you that would fill his heart with peaceful calm.
I CRIED HOW AWESOME IT WAS (this is almost my first fic lol)
just found out the real reason caroline is so bothered by abigail's purple hair GIRL-
I'm screaming her motivations are basically
charles so loved by his grid mates that half wanted to show solidarity and join him
btw bitch i called my mom she said that it was for best and i reminded myself the more i gave, the more you'd want me less and i CANNOT be your friend so i pay the price of what i lost, and what it cost NOW THAT WE DON'T TALK if you even care!!
eagle: so what do you think about stigmata
prometheus: you know we're in a pre-christian myth, right? like that word doesn't exist yet. your dumb joke is anachronistic.
eagle: stigma talons in your flesh
IM TRYING TO FIND A FIC I READ LAST YEAR AND I CANR FUCKING FIND IT ⁉️⁉️ THIS IS SICK AND TWISTED!!!!
Pls pls let my mum finish early pls
I can’t believe my birthday is tomorrow…
I can’t believe my birthday is tomorrow…