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ㅤㅤ ⌗ takata mashiho ―︎ piece of cake
sypnopsis ―︎ in which mashiho’s significant other attempts to give him a little surprise & bake him a special treat for his birthday. keyword: attempts. it shouldn’t be that hard, right?
genre + pairing + word count ―︎ 2k words worth of fluff, angst, & a little bit of comedy for the birthday boy !! bf!mashiho x gn!reader
director’s notes ―︎ at this rate, i never proofread my stuff lmao 💀 this wasn’t requested, but it’s mashi’s birthday & i was inspired to write a short little something <3 the middle is a flashback, incase it’s confusing,, and i rushed the ending a little bit because it was getting lengthy, but i hope you enjoy it!!
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basketball star yuta! 🏀 HEART OVER HEIGHT
pairing(s): Pirate!Ateez x Fem!Reader
genre: Fantasy!AU, Pirate!AU, Angst, Fluff
warnings: Some mature language, violence and weapons, blood, major and minor character deaths, brief bouts of misogyny, alcohol, depictions of drowning and hanging, mentions of trauma and past abuse, mentions of piracy and murder, Pirate!Ateez are simps ngl
word count: 24,4k
synopsis: There was once a little mermaid who desired nothing more than to be as free as the creatures who walked the land above. But no matter what the little mermaid sacrificed, the world refused to recognize her as anything but a being of the sea. It was only after she dissolved into sea foam, becoming one with the rising horizon, did she finally achieve true freedom.
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MOON I JUST READ YOUR TAGS ON MY FIC AND FIRST OF ALL—TYSM :(((( 💗💗💗 bald seventeen will be iconic and i’m sure they’ll be the shiniest smoothest eggs in the bunch :’) but also the blue underlayer would look SO GOOD on you i’m sure!!!!!! i actually did the same to my hair last year and it was definitely A Moment and i highly recommend it hehe 🤩 and best of luck on your exam!! you can do it and i’m rooting for you!!!!! and i hope you can rest well today ;-; get as much sleep as you can 💗
Hiii sol :D I love your writing sm,,😵💞💞GOD the talentt and helpp jeonghan and josh as eggs cracks me up the most idk-
And thankyou I couldn’t decide between pink purple red or blue, but the majority people I asked said blue would suit me !! Also I’m a hair dyeing virgin so I’m super excited also nervous about it!!ooo I’m sure u looked super pretty when u did it 💞💞
I have few projects to submit on Monday along with a Spanish speaking test that I’m not too thrilled about, but after that I have 10 days off 🤩🤩 yeah I need to write a paper, but I’ll deffo get some sleep cause <3333
impulsive : h.js
word count | 1.1 k
pairing | joshua hong (svt) x gender neutral reader
warning(s) / includes | food mentions, kissing (lmk if i missed anything!!)
genre | fluff, humour(ish), university au, established relationship au, joshua’s flirty in this idk what else to say <3
summary: in which you help your boyfriend with yet another one of his 2am impulse decisions.
a/n: happy birthday @joshuas i lob you berry berry much and so does joshua!! i said most of what i wanted to say to you on discord so i won’t ramble hehe <33 wishing you a very lovely day and i hope you like this ;-;
Finals week has truly driven everyone insane, your boyfriend far from exempted.
“Why that face?” Joshua whines upon seeing the appalled look you send his way. “This can’t be worse than what happened last week.”
You’d really rather if he didn’t bring up the past Monday when you came home to him and Seokmin slurping up ramen at the dining table after their study session. Perfectly innocuous, until your gaze lowers to quickly find their feet dunked into a tub of ice water.
They claimed it was so they could enjoy their ramen better, you claimed that side effects of studying Science Communication for five hours straight include insanity.
“It’s 2am, we’re both in a state of studying-induced delirium, and you want me to dye your hair? Now?”
“Yup!” Joshua chirps, much too hyper for someone at 2am. He slides off his chair and hurries into your bathroom, emerging seconds later holding a box. “I already bought the dye,” he says, nudging the box closer to you, “I just need some help to make sure it’s applied evenly!”
You glance between the box and the blonde hair sitting atop his head, a result of yet another impulse decision caused by cramming just a week ago. “You sure, Shua?” you ask, worrying your bottom lip between your teeth.
“I’m sure,” he reassures. “Plus—this is a time for experimentation! And it’s just hair!”
“Well, yes, but I meant you trust me to do it for you? What if I burn it off?”
Joshua hardly seems fazed, his head thrown back slightly as he lets out a hearty laugh. “You won’t, baby. It’ll be fine, though you’re not allowed to leave me if I end up bald.”
You snort at his lighthearted jest, choosing to scan the instructions printed on the box instead of meeting his eyes as you admit, “Don’t worry, I’ll still love you even if you’re an egg.”
“Even sunny-side up?”
“Don’t push it.”
“She’s staring at me.”
“Lovingly!”
“It’s creepy! Flip it over, please!”
“You’re the bossiest hairdresser ever,” Joshua jokes, but he does as you request anyways and turns his phone over so the screen faces up instead. “You’re so mean to her,” he pouts at you through the mirror. Her, as in the bunny splayed across his phone case. Admittedly, it can be cute on some days, but at 2am when you’re squished between Joshua and the wall of your bathroom with the flickering bulb—you make a mental reminder to buy a replacement one—its beady eyes seem to follow your every movement.
Either that, or the pungent stench of hair dye has already killed off a few of your brain cells and is making you see things. You definitely have a newfound sense of respect for hairdressers after today.
“I think we’re done,” you inform, giving his sectioned hair one last check to ensure the dye is even before helping him put on a flimsy shower cap, and you can’t help but think how it makes him look a little like one of those lunch ladies in the school cafeteria. “What now? The box said to wait half an hour.”
“We—” His stomach lets out an answering rumble before he can finish his thought, prompting you to stifle a giggle as he looks up at you with a sheepish smile. “Well, I guess now we know what we can do.”
Ten minutes later, you find yourselves huddled around the stove and slurping from a pot of steaming ramen, bowls out of the question because no one wants to do more dishes than necessary at such an ungodly hour.
“I can’t believe we’re eating ramen this late,” Joshua comments, his tongue peeking out from between his pink lips to catch the drop of broth threatening to dribble onto his chin. “My face is gonna be so swollen tomorrow morning!”
“What a tragedy that’d be.” Your reply is disinterested, partly because you can’t bring yourself to care all too much when you’re spending the next few days cooped up in your apartment anyways, and partly because you know your “hunk of a boyfriend” (his words, not yours) will still look better than ninety percent of the human population even with a puffy face.
Besides, you added two eggs in there for protein, so if you convince yourself hard enough you might just believe it’s healthy.
Being his personal hairdresser and now risking a puffy face—you suppose these are the things you do for Joshua Hong out of love.
“Will you be paying with cash or credit?”
Despite the halfhearted roll of the eyes you receive, the corners of Joshua’s lips curve gratefully. Gone is the blonde, now replaced by an ashy brown with just enough warmth to complement his pretty features perfectly. You’re surprised it turned out even, more surprised by how incredible he looks with the new colour.
“Very funny, baby.”
“I’m dead serious. Cash or credit?”
His gaze meets yours in the mirror, the corners of his lips curving up seductively. You know he’s being playful, at least for the most part, but the sight still has your heart taking flight and fluttering around in your rib cage. “What about I pay in kisses?”
Your smile mirrors his in mirth. “Mm… tempting, but no.”
You don’t miss the mischievous twinkle in his eyes as he gets up from the chair and brings a hand up to his hair, his smirk growing when he realises you’re enraptured by how the brown strands pass between his elegant fingers.
“What if I make it a really good kiss?” he murmurs, letting his soft lips graze the shell of your ear. The ticklish sensation has goosebumps rising on your skin in an instant, and an invisible fire burns a scorching path up your neck towards your cheeks.
A giggle bubbles up from your chest as he backs you against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, his arms easily wrapping around you to pull you impossibly close. Warmth radiates from him when he leans in and rests his forehead on yours, eyes dripping with adoration and love boring into your own. “Well?”
“Just kiss me, Joshua,” you laugh.
And he does—eyes fluttering shut, finger crooking underneath your chin to tilt your head up, lips stretching into a sweet grin before he presses them to yours. He kisses you tenderly, softly, as though you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen in his life. Perhaps you are, just as how he is the most treasured presence in your life.
So you kiss Joshua back with just as much enthusiasm, and hope he feels the endless bounds of your love.
a/n: :hehecat: i hope this is shuawife approved <333 thank you for reading and if you liked this please consider leaving some feedback :’)) it helps me a lot as a writer 💗
MANIAC, GOING CRAZY LIKE I HAVE A LOOSE SCREW
5:27PM : Your head is in his lap, and he strokes a piece of your hair from your swollen, damp eyes. You look so small and vulnerable in his lap, little, silent sobs coming from your mouth and hiccups making your head bounce on his legs.
But Hyunjin can’t bring himself to care, because you look so broken. From your diamond tears to the bloodshot eyes that puff from the sheer amount of crying you’ve done, he thinks his heart breaks every time he looks at you. Clad in baggy, comfortable clothes and hair pushed messily back, you don’t care how you look around him, especially not at this moment.
All he can do is run his long fingers through your hair, the strands gently falling back with each stroke of his hand. He rubs your ear gently and scratches the skin behind it as he hears your cries calm, knowing it’s somewhat soothing you. Your breathing is still erratic, sure, but your eyes are opening and you're not shaking anymore. Anything is better than before, he thinks, and he uses his free hand to wipe some of your tears away.
Suddenly meeting your skin, he notices your face is way too hot. Of course it is, it’s the middle of July and you’re wearing the fluffiest, thickest tracksuit bottom and jumper you could possibly get. But he doesn’t dare move to fix it.
It’s as though you’re a sleeping kitten, little and precious and the dread of disturbing your slumber is greater than anything. Apart from the fact that you’re not sleeping, you're crying, and he can’t bare to leave you alone. You don’t deserve to be alone.
Making a mental note to sort out your rising temperature later, he quickly swipes his thumb underneath both of your eyes, hand softly moving down and cupping your jaw while his thumb rubs over the expanse of skin. Until he can feel that you have somewhat caught your breath, he continues like that, and then moves down to your own hand. There’s one that’s not gripping onto his shirt like it is the most important thing in the world, and he entwines your fingers with his.
You immediately squeeze it, and he smiles down sadly at you when you do it. However, your eyes are on the hand that’s linked with his, and the way he brings it up to his lips and presses a fleeting kiss to the soft skin. Hyunjin doesn’t think he has the capacity to worry about your breathing in this moment, as all he can think about is the fact that his heart is beating out of his chest and he might have a heart attack.
You’ve always been affectionate with each other but kissing your hand when you’re sobbing over your stupid ex who broke your heart? That wasn’t the close, friendly affection you were used to.
But the feeling of your hand loosening from his shirt takes his mind off of it momentarily, and he watches your every move. He sees the way your hand moves to his wrist, the one that is stroking through your hair, and removes it from where it is. However you don’t place it down like he expects. Without a moment's hesitation, you bring it to your own, puffy and red lips, and place the most heart warming, delicate kiss on his skin that he has ever felt.
You’ve both put together and shattered his heart in one small action, because he’s staring at you both confused and overjoyed, clueless as if he has no clue what to do next.
He doesn’t need to know, because you know for him. You know that he has had your heart for a long while, even if you caught on embarrassingly late, and that Hwang Hyunjin is your forever man. He’s the one who comforts you when you feel lonelier than ever, he’s the one who never fails to buy you a valentine’s day gift because ‘he doesn’t want you to be sad if you don’t get one’, and he’s the one who has helped you when you never knew you needed it.
There is no one else’s arms you’d rather be wrapped up in when you feel so lost, so you let the moment continue. Whatever you are, whatever you do. That can all come later. For now, you and him being there together is the only thing that matters, and you both know much rather live in the moment if that’s where you both were.
CHANCE
pairing: lee felix x gn!reader
genre: fluff, f2l, highschool!au but not properly established
cw: they share a bed, not proof read and written in one sitting at 10:30pm °-°
wc: 1.7K
a/n: i can’t lie i do genuinely love this fic a lot, it’s silly and small but i think it’s sweet and he is too! please like and rb if you enjoy, feedback is very welcome and all is appreciated <3
Fatigue is a fatal thing. Clouding thoughts and forcing you into decisions you really should’ve thought more about—it seems so normal yet the danger that comes with it is sometimes inevitable. Like waking up with last night’s makeup on, or missing your stop on the bus because you just happened to rest your eyes.
Fatigue takes over your body on the night everyone is cuddled up in Felix’s living room. Friday night brings a buzzing atmosphere and the sky is an almost vibrant navy colour; the moon shines particularly brightly and it’s hard to resist sneaking a glance at it every five seconds. The boys are all focused on his game console (apparently it’s the newest one, you and Minho seem to be the only ones not that interested) and the sight is pleasant to see. Wrapped together in blankets, bowls of food both hot and cold scattered around for you to share. The sight of Jeongin’s face lighting up when he finally scores a point. The host looks around his living room with a smile on his face—everything is perfect, and he doesn’t even care that he has a test on Monday morning he needs to revise for.
In fact, he’s so totally enarmed in happiness that the only thing that brings him out of his trance is the feeling of a weight dropping on his shoulder. It wouldn’t have been a big deal hadn’t it been you, but of course, it is your hair that brushes softly against the skin of his neck before you quickly spring back up.
The suddenness of the movement catches his attention, and his head and body spin around to focus completely on you. Baby hairs messily frame your face and your eyes are slightly puffy and desperate to close there and then, but he can tell you’re forcing them open as you try and keep yourself awake. His heart pounds in his chest when you flash him a grin, and it’s irresistible not to send one back. He looks like an angel—the sun reincarnated—but he thinks you’re the prettiest person to walk the earth.
In fact, he’s so sure of his thoughts that it makes him sick. Sick in the way that he knows you are best friends, in fact, you were friends with Chan before you were ever friends with Felix, and sick in the way that he knows trying to change that dynamic could ruin everything.
Love is so delicate, and so cruel that he questions whether such a thing can exist, because surely if it did, it’d be much easier for him to wrap your exhausted form in his arms and lull you to sleep himself. Of course, it’s not as hard as it seems, but he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know anything, and that’s what makes it such a scary thing.
Felix quickly snaps out of his thoughts and realises he was lost in his mind once again. Your body is slumped facing his, the right side of your face squished against the pillow of the sofa while you watch his face. Really, you’re not doing too much else, but the feeling of just being able to look at someone and feel immense comfort is an unexplainably lovely feeling in itself. You’d be quite happy to sit and exist with him like that for many moments longer, but as the blond pulls the blanket up to cover your shoulders, he leans in closer.
He doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches, but he certainly notices the way his own gut churns as he leans in.
“Do you need to go to bed? I’ll take you up to go early so you can get some rest.” He asks, whispering the offer in a way so kindly that you’re more focused on how dreamy he is than the fact he’s said the words you’ve been waiting on all night—you can finally rest, after what feels like a lifetime of trying to keep yourself awake. When a look of relief washes over your face and you gently nod at him, Felix decides it was worth the uncomfortable and intrusive butterflies. He’s never seen you look so pleased to accept an offer, but when you clumsily get up and stumble over your own feet, he knows how much you want to just sleep. He giggles, too: you look like a newborn puppy.
Telling the boys he’s taking you up, the blond wastes no time in jumping to your side. He doesn’t realise how he’s looking at you as though you’re his entire world, nor does he realise how his hand naturally snakes to the small of your back to give you soft comfort and support as you groggily drag your feet up the stairs.
He laughs when you cry about how you’re still wearing makeup, a little guilt creeping up his spine when you complain he’s “too mean” and that it’s a “serious thing”, but he knows he’ll take it off for you anyway. He doesn’t think he’d be able to sleep knowing he let you go to bed sad with stained eyes.
Every touch on your face is the most careful and light touch Felix has ever done. He’s so incredibly caring with the way he wipes at your eyes, one hand swiping the cotton pad while the other holds your jaw. The thoughts of how easy it would be to kiss you and how amazing it would feel to finally have your lips against are being brought to the front of his mind, and every time he shoves them back with pink ears and hot cheeks. However he doesn’t stop looking after you. His hands still wipe and caress your skin attentively and he still reaches for his moisturiser which he knows you adore the smell of (you let him know once, and now he puts it on every time he knows you’ll be somewhere).
Soon he’s practically carrying you into his bedroom. It shouldn’t make him as flustered as he is, but it’s weird to think that his arms are wrapped around you and pulling you close to his body as you walk into his bedroom. His parents aren’t even home—just his two sisters keeping the friend group company—but it still feels like he’s doing something he shouldn’t.
Those thoughts are easy to dismiss when you fall onto his mattress with a pleased sigh, the noise falling from your lips unconsciously and sending his mind reeling. You look so cute, quickly snuggling your way under the thick sheets and nuzzling your head into the pillows. Although you look comfortable enough, Felix feels almost inclined to tuck you in, his hands automatically reaching for the edges of the sheets that don’t quite cover your body and to the pillow that could be a little fluffier.
But he freezes. Your warm hand wraps around his wrist and his body goes still. “Stay with me.” You mumble, words hardly coherent but he hears them clear as day. You want him to stay with you and that could mean so many things but he’s only thinking of one, and soon he also thinks you can read his mind because you’re pulling the corner of the midnight quilt up and tapping the off-white sheets next to you.
Climbing under the covers is a natural response, he thinks. Felix thinks it’s even more natural for his arms to cradle your limp body after your own find his waist, cuddling into his body before going still. Along with the stillness of your body comes the shallow and steady breaths, and you’re asleep within minutes.
Perfect. He thinks everything is perfect and doesn’t care that someone will definitely come searching for him in an hour or so when they realise how long he’s been gone. Right now, all he can do is admire you, the curve of your nose and the dip of your cupid’s bow and every single detail that makes your face so loveable. He imagines the way you look when you first wake up in the morning, but gets shy when he imagines you waking up in his arms.
They’re all the scenarios from daydreams he has when he should be focusing on whatever the teacher is saying, but suddenly he realises they could become realities. He could wake up tomorrow and still have your arms wrapped weakly around his torso, feel your breath against his exposed chest and admire you as the golden sun leaks through the window. Still, he wouldn’t be able to kiss your lips and laugh when you ask him not to because you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. He can’t tickle you until you’re out of breath to wake you up and then end it with his head resting on top of your stomach, head tilted towards your face so he can watch the smile that paints it prettily.
There’s so much he wants to do and so much he can’t do and it’s driving him insane. Almost as though his hands are mere centimetres away from the thing he’s trying to grab, he’s never felt closer to having you than now. In fact, the situation you’re in would’ve been almost completely unreal to him just the day before, but now he’s got it and he doesn’t want to let go.
You manage to make him want to stay up until he physically cannot just so he can savour the feeling of being here with you. But fatigue has its ways, and spreads onto him like a contagious disease. He can feel his heart slow as his breathing matches yours, and his eyes start to shut before he even wants them to. Tomorrow, maybe he’ll make you breakfast and cook in the kitchen with you before anyone else is awake. Perhaps you’ll get up before him but stay still in his arms because you like it just as much as he does. There’s still a chance, and Felix decides to bet on it.
After all, he can’t confess to you in your sleep and expect you to reciprocate the feelings. Instead he settles for a kiss on the crown of your head, and one over your messy hair that he doesn’t care feels uncomfortable against his lips.
Having you here, right now, is better than having you never, he decides. The chance of getting you in the morning is better than the reality he’d face if he backs out of it all now and leaves you alone, empty in his bed. You’re worth taking the chance for, Felix thinks, and he’d happily bet on it again and again if it meant eventually, he could have you just like he wanted.
This is your daily reminder to not be ashamed of making your life easy for yourself.
Cut your food into small pieces, make the font size 30 on your e book, use straws to drink, get a pen that’s comfortable to hold, take more naps, walk slowly, eat another cookie, buy velcro shoes, re-watch the part you couldn’t understand the first time, write things on your hands so you don’t forget it… whatever you want and/or need
Don’t let anyone tell you how you should be doing things. We don’t need to prove each other anything
the girl literally threatened to run over the ps5 if the boy chooses it over her. the ps5's verse is the ps5 pleading for its life. we haven't considered how stressful the situation must be for the ps5 :(
DEEPIKA PADUKONE as ALISHA in Gehraiyaan (2022) — directed by Shakun Batra
sunshinelixie-lee call out post.
@/sunshinelixie-lee, prev. freckledwinterfalls, is anti-black, spreads homophobic and racist rhetoric, and gaslights and tricks her young followers into only seeing her side in situations when she is wrong. she makes mutuals and followers alike uncomfortable with her behavior, and it needs to stop.
before we continue, do not send hate to xie or anyone involved in the situations mentioned, in the creation of this post, or those who have interacted with or protected xie. if you disagree with the post, block us and ignore it. if you disagree with xie, block and ignore her. you may report her blog as well for the racism and such, but do not send hate. at most, express disappointment. no one deserves hate, even shitty people.
please read and examine everything before forming an opinion. we’re just trying to make people aware of her behavior.
please also note that i, the person posting this, did not take part in writing it. i’m posting it for anonymous persons who are afraid of the backlash that might be sent their way by xie’s following.
the authors of this doc are also not anti-white, in case our words are spun that way. the main author of this document is bi and white leftist, with contributions from bipoc who are also lgbtqia+.
please follow the link below for the whole story + screenshots: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ViLDjLyqx6llL6zdmVakB1XBRP4XUYxGV1d9aRgOj4o/edit?usp=sharing
mutuals we believe should know what she is actually like:
@madz-world-writing @yeonyeonyeonjun @danielol @oifelixcmerebrou @spilledtee @dayawantstosleep @staysflower @jeongcake @0x1lovebot @thevampywolf @enheun @odxrilove @iwonzzi @dulceamar @lixesque @maplecornia @meraniki @fight-me-m8 @crispy-chan @seoulbinz @sweetrainwrites @kimnamshiks @kinzavskpop @gongiz @jungwoniics @i2gyus @bubblelixie @mochajoon @hyunsuks-beanie @uwoodobi @joyfulhopelox @kp0p10v3r2 @moonhoures @jaylaxies @fallinforgyu @shhhhhimthinking @puphee @jeontaeil @lixies-starry-night @leeknowrecord @ijhyo
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@straykidsland @enhypennetwork @ficscafe
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Golden flakes 🪱
hwang hyunjin acrylic painting on paper
