I’m Backk 😈😈😈🔥🔥🔥🔥 2.0

Amy. You’re my motivation for everything! I WANT TO BE YOU.

WHAT.

I ♡ Christmas

12 days of Christmas - Day Four

“Have a good evening, President Snow.”

You’re already nestled in the warm, dimly lit confines of the town car as the driver shuts the door behind Coriolanus, who slides across the sleek leather upholstery to put his arm around you and draw you close. You giggle as you lay your head against your husband’s chest. Breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne (which you picked out), you press your cheek against the crimson velvet of his lapel and smile up at him.

“You know,” you say, “this is the first time we’ve been alone together all day.”

Coryo’s eyebrows twitch together. “Is it? That can’t be true.”

“It is,” you confirm. “You were at work all day before the party, and so we came in separate cars. And the party itself was so crowded that I only had to turn my head for a moment to lose track of you.”

Gently cupping your chin, Coryo comments, “I think you’re pouting, my love.”

“Well—” You try to let your mouth soften, but now that you’ve gotten started, it’s rather difficult to stop. “It’s just that — I know the holidays are busy, but we’ve hardly spent any time together lately. It feels like we only just had the wedding, and then all of these galas and soirees started.”

To be fair to you, it likely feels as though you only just had the wedding because you did just have the wedding. You were married on November 17th, less than a month ago. Between the engagement party, the wedding and reception, and various fetes to congratulate you on the nuptials, you’ve spent most of the autumn in a panoply of gowns. 

Pausing to take a breath, you peek up at him from under your eyelashes, but he doesn’t seem put off by your outburst, so you keep going. “And I know you’re an important man, and everyone wants you at their party — and once you’re there, they just want to talk to you and show off that you’ve come…”

And frankly, you can’t deny that a part of you loves that, seeing every head in the room swivel toward your husband — with you on his arm — as the two of you enter a room. Tonight, for instance, there was even a grand staircase to sweep down, and Coryo made sure to pause so that you were both framed at the top. He, in a red velvet suit jacket and blank pants, a crisp white shirt standing out like freshly fallen snow against the rich fabrics; you, in a silver and white gown with a pattern of crystals that swirled over the material like a flurry of flakes. 

But— 

“But then they monopolize your time, and it’s been like this all week,” you finish, an undeniably wheedling tone in your voice that you aren’t all that proud of. “And I know it’s just going to get worse all the way through Christmas.” 

Coryo looks at you with a little wince pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t forget about New Year’s,” he says, and your pout only deepens. He smooths his fingertips through your hair, trying to comfort you. “I know, darling. We have our obligations. I understand they can be tedious, but they are helpful. You know how important public image is for me.”

You sigh softly, rubbing your cheek against the soft material of his suit jacket. “I know,” you murmur.

He presses his lips to the crown of your head. “Although the papers just keep talking about how beautiful you look,” he teases lightly, making you giggle. “Hardly a mention of their poor president. Not that I blame them. I don’t notice anyone else when you’re in the room.”

You bury your face against his chest, in an attempt to hide your blush. It’s too dark for the ruby stain on your cheeks to show up, but if anyone would be able to discern it, it’s Coryo. Sometimes you think that your husband has the ability to read minds, at least yours.

Coryo takes the opportunity to cradle your head against his chest, fingers working into the chignon you have pinned at the nape of your neck, freeing the pins so your hair tumbles around your shoulders. You sigh softly in relief at the sensation.

“I hope you know,” he murmurs, “that if I could be spending all my time with you, I would. I’d let this country go to hell in a hand basket.”

You smile softly, even though you know that’s not quite true. Your husband has plans for Panem, and as much as he loves you, you know there’s no one in the world he would allow to get in the way of those plan s — not even his wife. 

“How many more engagements do we have this week?” you ask, peeking up at him again.

The way Coryo nibbles on his plush lower lip makes it clear that there are going to be plenty. You purse your lips and let your head drop back onto his chest again.

“I’m sorry.” He murmurs his apology into your hair. “You’ve been holding up so well, darling. I know you must be tired.”

You look up at him and shake your head. “It’s worth it, to be with you,” you tell him. “If this is the only time I can see you,  I wouldn’t want to be doing anything else.”

Coryo cups your cheek in his palm, smiling gently. “My sweet girl,” he says. 

The car pulls up in front of the presidential mansion, and the driver comes around to your side of the car to open your door for you. You take his hand, gathering your skirt up so you can step out without tripping over the hem. Coryo follows after you, putting his hand on the small of your back as the two of you mount the steps to the front door.

“At least we have this time to ourselves,” he murmurs in your ear, as the two of you step into the front hall. “These few hours before we go to bed are often the best part of my day.”

“They are?” you say. 

“Mhm,” he says. “As beautiful as you look in all your finery, there’s something so delicious about seeing you in a natural state. It’s so…”

He pauses, searching for the right world. “Clean,” he murmurs. “Pure.”

Despite the words he’s chosen, you find fresh color burning in your cheeks. Maybe it’s because you love that he thinks of you that way — pure. As if you’re something delicate and lovely, someone to be cherished and taken care of. His treasure. His beloved. 

He slips his arm around your waist snugly, drawing you against his side. You kick off your shoes, and before you can bend to pick them up, Coryo says, “Leave them.”

A moment later, he has you in his arms, carrying you bridal-style down the long hallway to the master suite. You squeal with surprise — and more than a little bit of pleasure — and wrap your arms around his shoulders, giggling helplessly. 

 He nudges one of the double doors open with his shoulder, and deposits you on the bed, swinging his arms so that you fly through the air and land safely on the middle of the vast, soft mattress with a little fwump. You’re still giggling when your maid comes in to help you undress. The maid smiles furtively as she helps you to your feet. She’s an older woman, with soft gray curls framing her face like a cloud, and she reminds you of your nana. Especially when she shoots you a little smile like this, an expression that tells you she thinks you and Coryo are just adorable.

In your bathroom, the maid combs out your hair, applies skin cream to your neck and face, and brings you nightgowns to choose from. As you slip into one, the soft cotton wrapping around your body, your eyes widen as an idea comes to you. 

“Magda,” you say to your maid. “Would you do me a favor?”

After you explain what you need, Madga giggles like a woman thirty years younger. “I would be happy to arrange that for you, madam.”

The two of you grin at each other like a pair of little girls conspiring to steal cookies from the kitchen. You haven’t quite wiped the mischievous gleam from your eye when you crawl into bed with Coryo, who looks at you with a grin, arching an eyebrow.

“And what is it that has you looking so impish?” he teases.

Your smile widens and you shrug your shoulders. “You’ll see.”

Unsurprisingly, when you awake that morning, your husband has already gone to work. But you don’t mind this time, because you have a project to work on — and you’re glad, too, that his social engagement tonight is taking place at a cigar club. Normally you would turn up your nose at a place that excludes women, but you’re glad to have tonight free.

Or mostly free, at any rate.

Magda brings you several catalogues, and you pore over them intensely, trying to find something that will both suit you and catch Coryo’s eye. At last, near the last page of the fourth catalogue, your eye lands on the perfect thing. “Magda!” you gasp, snatching up the catalogue and waving it around in your excitement. “Come here! I found it!”

You write down the name of the item as it’s printed in the catalogue, and the size and color that you want. Magda grins at you and you grin back. 

“I’ll go get it right now,” she says.

After spending a few moments studying the picture in the catalogue, pleased with your find, you decide to spend the day primping. You soak in a long, hot bath mixed with lavender oil, you wash and air dry your hair before wrapping the gleaming, soft locks in around curlers. While they set, you exfoliate away any remotely rough patches of skin, adding lotion to make sure your skin is sweetly scented and smooth. 

When Magda gets home, you squeal and run toward her, nearly upsetting the curlers still sitting in your hair. “Did they have it?”

She beams at you. “They did!” she says, pulling it out of the bag with a flourish. “Here it is. I think it looks even better in person than it does in the picture, don’t you?”

“I do,” you say, beaming yourself, holding it by the hanger and studying the way the material catches the light. “Do you think he’ll like it?”

You don’t have to specify who.

“Oh, madam, I think he will love it.”

Waiting for your husband to come home seems to take an age, but you finally hear the front door open and the sound of servants rushing to greet him, to take his coat and offer him a drink. You took the curlers out of your hair hours ago, and combed out your hair until it falls around your face in soft, gentle waves. You kneel in the middle of the bed, wearing the item Magda rushed out to buy for you.

When the doors to the master suite open, you see Coryo framed between them, and your breath catches in your throat. Goodness, he really is so handsome. He’s clearly still lost in whatever thoughts accompanied home from the cigar club, but then he focuses on you. Coryo’s eyes widen, and then — your breath comes out in a rush of relief — he smiles at you.

“Oh, my,” he says softly. “Did Christmas come early?”

You smile back at him. “For you,” you say. “Just one little gift.”

Coryo steps into the room, shutting the doors firmly behind him. You hear the lock click, which makes your heart give a pleasant little jump in your chest. He steps toward you, reaching out to caress one of the ribbons on your shoulder.

“My love,” he says softly, “there is nothing about you that can be diminished by a little word like just. Especially not tonight.”

Tonight, red silk clings to your skin, highlighting your curves in a warm shade of scarlet. A trim of mulberry lace rests against your thighs and follows the lines of your collarbones, standing stark against your fair skin. Ruby ribbons are tied at each shoulder. If the delicate knots are undone, the silk nightie would just slip down your body to puddle in your lap.

Coryo reaches out and unties one knot.

“You said this was your favorite time of day,” you murmur, looking up at him. “So I thought I would make it particularly special.” 

He brushes his fingertips over your cheek, down the curve of your neck to your other shoulder, brushing against the ribbon without untying it.

“There is no man in Panem luckier than I am,” he says. “I was thinking about you all day. Longing for you. And now I come home to find you wrapped up in bows and silk like the most precious gift I could ever hope to receive.”

You bit your lip, looking up at him. “I’m already yours,” you say. “I have been from the moment I met you.”

He takes your hand and draws you off the bed so that you stand in front of him, his fingers finding the other knot. Coryo gives one ribbon a slow, careful pull, his eyes on yours.

“I can only hope to deserve your devotion,” he says. “And to prove to you every day, every moment, that it is entirely reciprocated. I belong to you.”

Without breaking his gaze, he gives the ribbon another tug, the knot falling apart completely. The delicate material slips over your upper body, catching on your hips for only a moment before your husband reaches down and gives a little tug, so that it slides down your legs and puddles at your feet.

“You belong to me?” you repeat.

Coryo nods. His eyes never waver.

“Yes,” he says.

Your fingers brush against the buttons of his shirt. “Then let me unwrap you, too.”

He smiles, and you think you detect a hint of pink in his cheeks. “Please do.”

Hours later, as you drift to sleep with your head pillowed on Coryo’s bare chest, you think — as much as you are looking forward to Christmas morning — no other gift is going to compare to this. 

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ways to romanticize school

🎀 listen to non-lyrical music (jazz, lofi, classical, etc.)

🧁 drink something you like out of your favorite mug - tea, coffee, chai, matcha, etc.

🎀 set your preferred ambiance. light a candle, turn off overhead lights, spray some of your favorite body mist, etc.

🧁 if you’re having trouble pushing through, watch “study with me” videos on youtube

🎀 cute stationary

🧁 use your breaks to do something you really enjoy. workout or stretch, take a bubble bath, bake or cook, go for a walk, etc.

🎀 have study icons to look up to and watch them when you feel discouraged - elle woods (legally blonde), rory gilmore or paris geller (gilmore girls), spencer hastings (pretty little liars), etc.

🧁 do your makeup, outfit, and hair with what makes you feel happy and productive. wear comfy, but cute clothes, maybe tie up your hair in a different way, and do makeup that makes you feel confident.

🎀 keep your work area clean and organized

🧁 create a vision board and look at it frequently

LUCKY NUMBER #27!

pairings: Tobio kageyama x Reader

M.list

SPOTLIGHT ON US (not yn & tsuki tho) | profiles!!

Check end for fun facts🤓

NOTES! :

Tsukishima, Yamaguchi and yn all went to the same middle school. Yn left in her last year of middle school but still kept in contact with the both of them almost everyday!

yn knows kiyoko from her brother and they’ve met once when Sawamura was in his second year and they were friends ever since

yn knows Yachi from kiyoko, they’ve never met in person but face time regularly in between yn busy schedule 😭💀

erm Michimiya is in here cause she doesn’t get any love😕 anyway she knows yn through her bf sawamura (daichi) and they became friends. She’s rarely active in the gc tho but when she is, she says a lot

Guys lowk lost the plot in this just imagine it as a slice of life cause what!!🤷‍♀️

Um sorry it’s not gn with the pronouns but honestly if you just replace “she” with your pronouns it COULDDD work🙏🙏 (don’t quote me on that..)

Reblogs are always appreciated! ♡

everyone in the fg either got “famous” cause they’re friends w yn or they had a hit tweet😭

Taglist: @diorzs (comment on master list if u wanna be added!!)

© haeunoo 2024 please do not steal, copy, or repost my work onto other platforms.

stuck with you — windbume !

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yn — main vocalist which makes you the most popular member. you go viral every other week for getting into petty arguments on twitter and weverse with scaramouche. should definitely learn media training because you tend to rant about him too much during lives. ‘compilations of scaramouche and yn bickering’ are super common. you’re also the only member to release a solo album which gets you guys a lot of new fans. became an idol after being a trainee for way too many years, which is why you’re salty about scara debuting so quickly when he became an idol trainee after you. [🍰]

xiao — main dancer. choreographs a lot of the dances if not all. very introverted in public but talkative in behind the scenes vlogs with his group. xiao stans have it hard because this man hardly posts anything. fans call him the dad of the group because he’s always sneaking food onto everyone’s plates and keeping them hydrated during practice. when you guys first debuted everyone thought he was mean and cold when really he’s just a quiet sweetheart. has a tattoo sleeve that the fans haven’t seen the entirety of yet, jungkook vibes in that sense. most expensive photocards after you, the one of him in cat ears and winking goes for hundreds. [🐈‍⬛]

lumine — leader of the group and one of the only responsible ones. strict about keeping everyone on schedule and trying to appear presentable at music and award shows. tries to drag you all to the gym at five in the morning but to no avail. she vlogs her gym routine and whatever member she dragged that morning is usually seen in the back sitting on a yoga ball the entire time, talking as she runs miles on the treadmill. always setting trends for workout routines and makeup looks. once it touches her face it sells out. her twin is also an idol so they both do a lot of tiktoks and videos together. it siblings. [☀️]

fischl — one of the lyricists for the group. so chronically online. she’s always active at odd hours of the night and interacting with her fans. posts the most too, so fischl biases are always full with content. wears an eyepatch as part of her idol persona, and still manages to perform with it on. will do book club livestreams where she’ll talk about her current favorite book with her fans for two hours or more. lumine has to shut the live off everytime because she will just keep yapping. [🦉]

venti — writes most of the group's songs and runs production. most unserious member and should really attend a public image class because he does not know how to be a celebrity. fans are constantly finding vapes in the back of his photos and videos of him drunk at award shows. went viral once for showing up to a music show high off his mind but still managing to perform. will dye the ends of his hair different colors every comeback from his fan’s requests. loves to go live and sing covers for whatever people ask for. he does qnas and takes the tmis too seriously. [🌱]

yoimiya — visual and vocalist, will bring out her guitar during concerts a lot. the only member who will go to the gym with lumine. became an idol because she used to busk in her hometown and got picked up by your manager while she was on vacation. would be the type of idol to adore fancalls and do decorating photocards on livestreams. gets invited to a lot of variety shows and was probably a judge for a survival show at one point. [🧨]

windblume —one of the idol groups underneath sakura entertainment,  a six member mix gendered idol group known for their whimsical and indie comebacks every year. think of txt’s brand when it comes to your guys’ style of music. have been a group for about three years. members range from 21-22. their debut album Temptation got them to their popularity today.

stuck with you !

masterlist — next

for my nonkpop fans the emojis are their assigned ones for when people post their livestream quotes, will make more sense later 😓 and weverse is basically twitter but just for idols to interact with fans

tried not to describe yn too much because i want it to be inclusive, any photos showing yn are just to depict the pose! not gender, race, or body type 🙏

spent way too long making custom instagram templates and for what help so pls look at them xx it’s so u can visualize what these 2d mfs wud look like in this au

pls lmk in the masterlist comments if i can use ur username and make you a fan in the au!

synopsis — after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

notes — it’s my exam week so all i have to give you is profiles for now </3

taglist open for a while longer, please comment on the masterlist to be added!

taglist — @na1lea @cindywasneverhere @lunavixia @sheraeera @aestherin @mlaakai @camvrin @retiredmommylover @kitsuvil @iheartpieck @crystalcrys @cartierfiles @loveariel @silly-ez @mochipls @pomeiu @chuuismylife @flowerypesky @creammpuff @justanothertiredreader @boxdisappeared @kissmiere @crucnhice @kissingkzuha @webbywill @kazusboyfriend @s3xpistolss @pjsucks @bunns-wonderland @lordbugs @localgirlywithnolife @kosumos @danfelions @scarasmood @featuredtofu @pinxeajin @herebyaccident0 @scaradooche @pglt19 @chemiru @childesbabygirl @simonisferal @shutingstar @vxcmx @domimiki @ttalgi @esuz @tokkishouse @lilachasawesomehair @xxrexx

MORNING BLOOM ﹒🌷

childe x gn! reader

waking up with childe will never get old ♡

cw : nothing really, sleeping in the same bed, kissing?, L word😒 (i love you). first fic, cringing so hard😭

waking up, smelling a florescent scent, the scented candle he had bought you not so long ago..

face stuffed into the silk pillow, you raise your head to see him smiling at you, his face all red looking as if he was trying to.. laugh?

“what’re you gonna laugh about?”

“i’m not laughing”

“yeah? ok”

taking the pillow underneath your head you throw it right it is face, cat hair flying off it.. your recently new kitten seems to have taken a liking to your pillow. he spits out the cat hair that landed in his mouth. Grabbing you seconds later, making you lay on top of him.

“acting childish now?”

“oh, like you wouldn’t do the same” looking up at him with a huge grin on your face

he takes his hands and delicately place them on the sides of your face, pulling you in for a small peck.

you can tell he brushed his teeth before you woke up, tasting mint a small hint of what seems to be coffee? maybe tea. doesn’t matter

“how long have you been awake for?”

“mm, around.. 2 hours now”

“oh”

“hm?”

“did you eat breakfast?”

“only coffee”

you rest your head on his chest, hair falling in front of your face. You blow it out of your face, the small wind hitting childes face, his eyes squint. Your cold breath was always going to be something new to childe no matter how many times you blow in his face for whatever reason.

You’re still feeling tired and lazy, you want to sleep again. You can feel your eyelids trying not to shut. you close telling yourself “Just close them you won’t fall asleep”.

You were wrong. Like always, you fell asleep.

Childe notices the faint snoring coming from your mouth, he sighs. Pulling the covers over the both of you, giving you small kiss. He knows you felt it when he sees you smile faintly. Closing the lamp with a small light coming from it.

“I love you”

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im sooo sick of seeing smut of minors normalized on this app..

There is an unbelievable amount of smut and weird posts about minor characters on here. ( e.g: the students at kyoto/jujustu high, the majority of haikyuu characters, project sekai, my here academia students and SO many more.)

I feel like this shouldnt be a conversation that anyone should have to have because it should be obvious to everyone that it is NOT okay to write smut about CHILDREN.

And ive seen people try to excuse their actions by saying “oh well im younger than them so its okay!!” “theyre just fictional characters it isnt that deep!!”, neither of those things make it okay because they are still MINORS whether you think it’s okay or not.

It isnt that hard to not be a weirdo and some of you guys need to get that through your heads!!! and I dont care if you think im being ‘dramatic’ im just saying what i think is true.

and i’ve noticed its usually a bunch of big creators and they ALWAYS get away with it and everyone eats it up like its normal. As someone with a small following its weird no matter your following.

( P.S my tags are random just to get you’re attention please don’t pay them any mind >_< )

bye bye :P

Bc where did the maze runner fics go🙁

WHY EVERY FUCKING TIME I WANNA FIND A CERTAIN FANFICTION I MADE UP IN MY HEAD ITS NOT A REAL THING