⊹ ࣪ ˖ angel

ް; a spotless bedroom spends quiet nights

[angelicsoulic]

˙⋆✮ ladies, welcome to angel’s world!

⋆˙⟡ she/her | infj | 18 | cancer | wlw

୨ৎ hi luvs! my name’s angel, im a writer and i genuinely love everything around books! but i also love kpop a lot, my fav groups are blackpink æspa katseye le sserafim njz idle h2h illit enhypen stray kids itzy and more ♡ outside of kpop i really like photography, skies, everything about arts and cinema in general, writing (ofc), reading, thaï gls & dancing

not accepted : cis men + homophobia + racism

▊▍    ✿ް;   english is NOT my first language so im sorry if sometimes i make mistakes! also, everyone is free to send me requests of specifics fanfics that y’all wants or if yall wanna simply become friends w me >.<

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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི on this blog i mostly write about my ult groups which are :

æspa

katseye

le sserafim

twice

blackpink (new!)

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི and i also write about any thaï gl’s character or actress so feel free to request!

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MASTERLIST :

   ۪ KPOP ࣪ ྀ     ࡛

ಇ katseye : skin amaretto ⊹ megan skiendiel (wlw, fluff)

▊▍    ✿ް;   how you meet a monster high girl (katseye version) , (wlw, fluff, monster high au)

between the spotlight and you ⊹ megan skiendiel (wlw, 7th member of katseye x megan, fluff, friends to lovers)

show a little loving ⊹ sophia laforteza (sophia being fake gf, fake relationship to established one, friends to lovers, wlw, fluff)

i’m the one you need ⊹ megan skiendiel (megan x 7th katseye member, wlw, fluff but suggestive)

maybe someday ⊹ sophia laforteza (gf! sophia laforterza! x gf! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, baby fever mentioned)

love wins all ⊹ megan skiendiel (ex! gf megan skiendiel x ex! gf fem! reader, exes to lovers trope, wlw, fluff, sfw)

executive privilege ⊹ daniela avanzini (mean! ceo! daniela avanzini x fem! assistant fem! reader, wlw, slowburn, daniela has a soft spot for reader)

ideal foreplay ⊹ sophia laforteza (friend! sophia laforteza x simp! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, quite comic, reader is down bad for sophia, originally inspired by tears by sabrina carpenter)

under a spell ⊹ daniela avanzini (spiderman! daniela avanzini x fem! reader, wlw, fluff, comic)

lines of magic ⊹ sophia laforteza (stranger! sophia laforteza! x stranger! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, soft, strangers to lovers trope)

faster than falling ⊹ manon bannerman (f1 driver! manon bannerman! x model! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, strangers to lovers)

counting in eights ⊹ sophia laforteza (dance monitor! sophia laforteza! x young dancer! fem! reader, wuh luh wuh, little age gap, sophia being sugar mommy ? ¿)

ಇ æspa : when the sun goes down and the moon comes up ⊹ kim minjeong (vampire, tension, wlw)

closer ⊹ kim minjeong (ghostface, angst, romantic thriller, wlw)

waves in your eyes ⊹ yu jimin (wlw, fluff, friends to lovers)

entre nous ⊹ yu jimin (wlw, suggestive ++, established relationship)

gf! kim minjeong headcanons ⊹ (wlw, fluff)

tinted hearts ⊹ ning yizhuo (wlw, officer x detective trope, slowburn, enemies to lovers)

like strawberries ⊹ kim minjeong (wlw, florist x customer trope, fluff, kinda flirty?)

this love never dies ⊹ aeri uchinaga (wlw, slowburn, ex to lovers (again), giselle being toxic gf!)

moon bound bride ⊹ yu jimin | 1st part (wlw, vampire au, human x vampire)

moon bound bride ⊹ yu jimin | 2nd part (wlw, vampire au, human x vampire, slight smut)

like snowfall ⊹ kim minjeong (wlw, soft & fluff, first time sex, reassurance)

a new mechanic, huh? ⊹ kim minjeong (wlw, gl, suggestive, ¡ mention of make out and sexual tension !)

dance reunion ⊹ ning yizhuo (wlw, fluff, exes to lovers)

a quiet sin ⊹ yu jimin (catholic! yu jimin x atheist! fem reader, bestfriends to lovers, religious guilt & theme)

blue shutters in the rain ⊹ yu jimin (gf! yu jimin! x gf! fem reader!, romcom, slightly angst, wlw, lovers to exes… and to lovers (inspired by the notebook))

▊▍    ✿ް;  ÆSPA MEMBERS RECEIVING YOUR NXDES ( headcanons ) ⊹ (every! æspa members x fem! reader, wlw, suggestive & explicit, flirty)

no, you pick ⊹ ningselle (toxic! ning yizhuo x toxic! aeri uchinaga x espanic! fem! student reader, wlw, threesome, kinda toxic, jealousy, slowburn)

under italian skies ⊹ aeri uchinaga (strangers to lovers, fluff, wlw, stranger! aeri uchinaga x stranger! fem! reader)

under texas skies ⊹ yu jimin (cowgirl! yu jimin! x city! girl fem! reader, wlw, fluff, cowboys au, reader being a teacher)

the shape of devotion ⊹ kim minjeong (psycho! girlfriend kim minjeong! x sweet! girlfriend fem! reader, wlw, thriller, you (series) au, minjeong’s character inspired by love quinn)

when the sky cleared ⊹ kim minjeong (stranger! kim minjeong! x stranger! fem! reader, wlw, angst, strangers to lovers trope, doomed)

ಇ le sserafim : amor a primera vista ⊹ huh yunjin (fluff, cute, wlw)

teenage dream ⊹ hong eunchae (wlw, fluff, friends to lovers)

clingy gf! kazuha headcanons ⊹ (wlw, fluff)

i don’t wanna know ⊹ huh yunjin (wlw, fluff, jealousy)

▊▍    ✿ް;   FIRST DATE (le sserafim version) (fluffy, wlw, headcanons)

i honestly have no idea how to live without you ⊹ huh yunjin (wlw, twilight new moon inspired, angst)

margins between languages ⊹ huh yunjin (student x student trope, wlw, fluff yet explicit and suggestive at the end)

a christmas miracle ⊹ huh yunjin (gf! huh yunjin x gf! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, angst )

the girl from dream academy ⊹ huh yunjin (idol! huh yunjin x katseye! member! fem reader, wlw, slow burn, friends to lovers trope)

heated rivalry ( wlw ) ⊹ kim chaewon (basketball player! kim chaewon x basketball player! fem! reader, wlw, tension, slowburn, enemies to lovers ; inspired by heated rivalry)

la danse des cygnes ⊹ kazuha nakamura (ballerina! kazuha nakamura x ballerina! fem! reader, wlw, slowburn, enemies to lovers (inspired by heated rivalry)

edges of fire ⊹ shinez (yunjin & kazuha) (ice skater! huh yunjin x ice skater! kazuha nakamur, wlw, slowburn, enemies to lovers (inspired by heated rivalry))

sugar mommy! huh yunjin ⊹ (sugar mommy! huh yunjin x fem! reader, wlw, fluff ; headcanons)

what you want ⊹ huh yunjin (dom top sugar mommy gp! huh yunjin! x virgin sub bottom! fem! reader, wlw, nsfw, smut)

between the lines ⊹ kim chaewon (kim chaewon! x sixth! member fem! reader, wlw, fluff, jealousy, friends to lovers, ¡ mention of winter from æspa !)

caught in your web ⊹ huh yunjin (spider-woman! huh yunjin x fem! reader, wlw, fluff, comedy, yunjin’s basically a simp for reader)

ಇ itzy : i’m everything you need ⊹ shin ryujin (wlw, fluff, fight, jealousy, happy ending)

ಇ twice : every piece of me holds parts of you ⊹ sana minatozaki (wlw, fluff, student x student)

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[angelicsoulic]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ counting in eights | sophia laforteza

݁ᛪ༙ synopsis at twenty-two, you're one overdue payment away from giving up on your dream of becoming a professional dancer. then sophia—your academy's new dance monitor—sees something in you that no one else ever has. with her support and unwavering belief in your talent, you're given another chance to chase the future you've always wanted.

݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer dance monitor! sophia laforteza! x young dancer! fem! reader, wuh luh wuh, little age gap, sophia being sugar mommy ? ¿

݁ᛪ༙ a/n can y’all tell i’ve been losing my mind over this historical of a sophia’s tiktok lately… istg that if my loved ones doesn’t play this video at my funerals, then i’m dead…

݁ᛪ༙ song playing guard down — august moon

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

you had mastered the art of pretending

pretending that your ankles didn't ache after every rehearsal

pretending that balancing university lectures, part-time shifts, and dance classes wasn't slowly wearing you down

pretending that watching other dancers move closer to the dreams you'd shared since childhood didn't leave a bitter taste in your mouth

most days, you managed

tonight wasn't one of them

the studio had long emptied out, the evening sky outside the windows fading into deep shades of blue. sweat clung to the back of your neck as you replayed the choreography again

and again

and again

"your shoulders tense every time you anticipate the turn”

you nearly stumbled

turning around, you found sophia leaning against the doorway, a takeaway coffee in hand

she’d become the academy's new dance monitor only a few weeks ago, yet somehow she'd already earned a reputation for noticing everything

especially mistakes

you straightened immediately

"didn't realize i had an audience”

sophia stepped inside

"you don't”

her gaze flickered toward the mirrored wall

"i’m just finishing paperwork”

you huffed out a laugh

"right. and critiquing unsuspecting dancers is included in the job description?"

a small smile tugged at her lips

"only the promising ones”

your heart betrayed you with an embarrassing skip

"try it again," sophia said

you hesitated

then nodded

sophia folded her arms

"five, six, seven, eight..."

you moved

for once, you stopped thinking about tuition fees

about assignments

about your shift tomorrow morning

instead, you listened

your body followed instinct

the turn landed perfectly

when you looked back at sophia, she was smiling

not politely

not professionally

genuinely

"there you are," she murmured

heat rushed to your face

"what?"

"the dancer i’ve been waiting to see”

—

months later, you sat alone in the changing room staring at your phone

FINAL NOTICE

you swallowed hard

you’d already delayed the payment twice

another semester of classes seemed impossible

"you’ve been quieter than usual”

sophia stood nearby, concern softening her expression

"everything okay?"

you forced a laugh

"depends how much money qualifies as 'everything’”

sophia sat down beside you

"you want to talk about it?"

you hadn't meant to

but somehow, with sophia, honesty felt easier

you told her everything ;

the university expenses. the dance fees. the extra shifts. the fear that after all these years of sacrificing for your dream, you still wouldn't make it

sophia listened without interrupting

when you finally fell silent, she took a thoughtful breath

"you should audition for the regional showcase”

you blinked

"i can't afford next month's classes”

"i’m aware”

her voice remained calm

"that’s fixable”

you stared

"sophia—"

"there are scholarship programs available," she interrupted gently

"funding opportunities. sponsorships”

you shook your head

"those things don't happen to people like me”

sophia looked directly at you

"they should”

the certainty in her tone stole the words from your mouth

"you have talent," she continued

"you work harder than anyone here”

then, quieter—

"it would be a waste if you gave up now”

your throat tightened

"why do you care so much?"

sophia hesitated

"because everyone deserves someone who believes in them”

her gaze softened

"and because i believe in you”

—

the scholarship approval arrived two weeks later

you read the email three times before bursting into tears in the middle of the hallway

naturally, sophia found you minutes later

"you okay?"

you launched yourself into a hug before your brain caught up, “oh my god”

you immediately stepped back

"sorry…”

sophia blinked

her ears had gone pink

"you don't have to apologize”

neither of you mentioned how neither had rushed to let go

—

training intensified after that

sophia became stricter. more demanding. less forgiving

"you know," you muttered one evening, sprawled dramatically across the studio floor, "i liked you better when i thought you were intimidating”

sophia raised an eyebrow

"and now?"

"now i know you're terrifying”

sophia laughed

the sound caught you off guard every single time

somewhere between rehearsals and coffee runs after class, your crush stopped feeling harmless

it settled somewhere deeper

sophia remembering your favorite drink order. sophia reminding you to eat after long practices. sophia waiting until you got home safely after late rehearsals. sophia cheering louder than anyone during performances. sophia believing in you long before you learned how to believe in yourself

—

the showcase arrived faster than expected

backstage, your hands trembled

"what if i mess up?"

sophia adjusted the clasp on your costume

"you've prepared for this”

"what if it isn't enough?"

sophia looked at you

…really looked at you

"you don't have to earn the right to be here”

emotion lodged painfully in your chest

"you belong on that stage”

the stage manager called places

sophia squeezed your hand once

"you've got this”

—

you danced like someone who had finally stopped apologizing for taking up space

you danced for the younger version of yourself who had dreamed about this moment

for every shift you'd worked

every class you'd nearly dropped

every sacrifice you'd made

you danced because you loved it

because this was who you were

when the music ended, applause thundered through the theatre

backstage, you laughed through tears

sophia found you moments later

"you were incredible”

you shook your head

“no…”

sophia frowned slightly

"i was brave”

for a moment, she simply stared at you

then she smiled

"that too”

silence settled between you. comfortable. warm… terrifying

"sophia?"

"hm?"

"when everything settles down..."

she waited patiently

"would you maybe want to get dinner with me?"

she blinked

"dinner?"

you immediately wanted to disappear

"like a date," you clarified

a pause

then another

finally—

"i was beginning to think you'd never ask”

your eyes widened

"you knew?"

sophia laughed softly

"you walked directly into a barre because i said your name”

"that happened once”

"it happened three times”

you groaned, burying your face in your hands

her expression softened

"but yes”

you looked up

"yes?"

"yes”

the word wrapped around your heart like sunlight

the future remained uncertain

there would still be auditions. setbacks. moments of doubt

but standing beside sophia, you realized something important

dreams didn't become easier to chase

you just didn't have to chase them alone ;

sophia offered you her hand

"ready for the next step?"

you slipped your fingers into hers

a smile spread across your face

"count me in”

sophia squeezed your hand

"five, six, seven..."

you grinned

"eight”.

[angelicsoulic]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ when the sky cleared | kim minjeong

݁ᛪ༙ synopsis your life had always felt like an endless storm—gray mornings, sleepless nights, and a heart too tired to hope for anything good. then, one random bruno mars concert changed everything when you met kim minjeong, the girl who looked like she belonged under stage lights and stars instead of among ordinary people. through songs, late-night texts, and love that felt too perfect to survive, minjeong became your sunshine, until…

݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer stranger! kim minjeong! x stranger! fem! reader, wlw, angst, strangers to lovers trope, doomed (sorry chat)

݁ᛪ༙ a/n bruno mars & minjeong are literally my two reasons that keeps me alive so ofc i had to make it doomed and i wish to y’all a wonderful reading 🧘🏼‍♀️

݁ᛪ༙ song playing risk it all — bruno mars

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

the night you met minjeong smelled like rain and cigarette smoke

it had rained all afternoon, turning the city silver and cold, but your friends dragged you out anyway, insisting that staying locked inside your apartment for another weekend would “actually kill you someday”

you didn’t even want to go to the bruno mars concert

not because you disliked him—you loved his music more than you admitted—but because lately, everything felt exhausting. existing felt exhausting. you had spent months moving through life like a ghost wrapped in dark clouds no sunlight could pierce through

but your friends forced makeup onto your face, shoved a jacket into your arms, and dragged you through the crowded arena until the noise swallowed your thoughts whole

and that was when you saw her

kim minjeong

you didn’t know her name yet

all you knew was that she stood a few rows ahead of you wearing a black leather jacket over a white tank top, silver rings glinting beneath neon lights. her dark hair framed her face messily, effortlessly, like she hadn’t even tried to look beautiful

yet she was… painfully

you stared too long

your friend nudged you immediately.
“oh my god, you’re in love already”

“i’m not”

“you’ve blinked like twice in the last minute”

you rolled your eyes, but your chest tightened when minjeong laughed at something her friend said. even from afar, her smile looked warm enough to melt every terrible thing inside you

for the first time in months, your world didn’t feel gray

then bruno mars walked onstage

the crowd erupted

and somehow, through all the screaming and flashing lights, your eyes kept drifting back to her

especially during “calling all my lovelies”

minjeong sang every lyric dramatically with her friends, laughing between verses, completely unashamed. at one point she spun around carelessly and your eyes met for exactly two seconds

two seconds

enough to ruin your life

because she smiled

actually smiled at you

your friends nearly lost their minds

“GO TALK TO HER”

“no”

“yes”

“i’ll literally die”

“then die pretty”

before you could protest again, they practically shoved you forward during the break between songs

you approached her like someone walking toward a cliff edge

“uh… hi”

minjeong turned around

up close, she was somehow worse… prettier, softer

her eyes widened slightly before she smiled again. “hi?”

“i just…” your throat dried instantly. “i like your outfit”

she laughed quietly. “that’s cute. thanks”

cute

you thought your heart stopped

the conversation should’ve ended there, honestly. but minjeong kept talking. asking questions. teasing you gently when you stumbled over your words

and somehow, by the end of the concert, she was typing her number into your phone while “treasure” blasted through the speakers

“text me?” she asked

like she didn’t already know you would

—

you texted her the second you got home

you : 
made it home alive btw

three dots appeared instantly

minjeong :
proud of you ;)

you smiled for the first time in weeks.

then months

then maybe years

after that, minjeong became part of your life so naturally it terrified you

you texted every day

at first it was small things :

“did you eat?”
“look at this cat video x)”
“bruno mars is actually insane for writing this lyric.”

then it became deeper

long conversations at 2 a.m.
voice messages when one of you couldn’t sleep.
pictures of sunsets.
pictures of coffee cups.
pictures of absolutely nothing important because suddenly everything mattered if it involved her

most nights ended with one of you sending a bruno mars song

minjeong sent “just the way you are” after you confessed you hated how tired you always looked lately

you sent “die with a smile” because it reminded you of the way she laughed

she sent “versace on the floor”

then immediately texted :

“WAIT NOT IN A WEIRD WAY”

you laughed so hard you cried

and somewhere along the way, your dark clouds started disappearing… slowly, quietly

because of her

—

three weeks later, minjeong asked you to meet her at the beach

the ocean was calm that evening, painted gold by the setting sun. wind tugged gently through her hair while music played softly from her phone resting beside the two of you in the sand

bruno mars again, of course

“when i was your man”

“wow,” you teased softly. “way to set the mood”

minjeong smiled, knees pulled to her chest. “i just like the song”

you looked at her for a long moment

the waves crashed softly nearby

“i missed you,” you admitted

her expression changed instantly

softer. more vulnerable

“i missed you too”

the silence afterward felt heavy in the best way possible

then minjeong spoke again, quietly this time

“you know… before i met you, i was having a really hard time too”

you turned toward her

“i think,” she continued carefully, “you saved me a little”

your chest hurt

because she had no idea she’d done the same for you

the song continued playing behind you both while the sky slowly darkened

and then she whispered ;

“i really like you”

the world stopped

your heart

the ocean

everything…

you leaned forward before fear could stop you and kissed her gently

minjeong kissed you back like she’d been waiting for it for weeks

when you pulled away, she rested her forehead against yours and laughed shakily

“i can’t believe bruno mars witnessed this”

you laughed too

and for once in your life, happiness didn’t feel temporary

—

the relationship that followed felt unreal

minjeong loved quietly

she held your hand under tables. sent voice notes when she missed you. remembered tiny things you mentioned once and brought them up weeks later

sometimes she’d randomly text :

“this song sounds like you”

and suddenly you’d be listening to “count on me” at three in the morning trying not to cry because nobody had ever loved you gently before

for the first time, your life felt bright

like sunlight finally breaking through years of storms

you thought maybe the universe had finally decided to be kind

then… minjeong started disappearing

at first, it was small

replies became slower

calls ended quicker

plans got canceled more often

you tried not to overthink it

people got busy

people got tired

but eventually your messages stayed unanswered for entire days… then weeks

and every time you asked if something was wrong, minjeong replied with the same thing :

“i’m okay. just dealing with stuff”

you believed her because you loved her

until one evening, while scrolling mindlessly through social media, you saw it

a picture

minjeong. standing beside another girl

their fingers intertwined

the caption read ;

“hard launch 🤍”

your stomach dropped so violently you nearly threw your phone across the room

no explanation

no goodbye

nothing

just… replaced

like your love had never existed

you called her immediately

no answer

again, again & again

finally, hours later, she texted back

“can we talk tomorrow?”

the next evening, you met at the same beach where she first confessed her feelings

ironically, bruno mars was playing again from some distant speaker nearby

“talking to the moon”

you almost laughed at how cruel life could be

minjeong looked awful ;

eyes swollen. hands trembling

“you’re dating someone else,” you said quietly

she looked down immediately

“it’s not that simple”

“then explain it to me”

minjeong stayed silent for a long time before finally whispering :

“my parents found out about us”

your breath caught

“my dad…” she swallowed hard. “he threatened to cut me off completely. my tuition. my apartment. everything”

tears burned in her eyes now

“he said if i didn’t stop seeing you, he’d make sure i regretted it”

your anger disappeared instantly

replaced by heartbreak

“i was scared,” she whispered. “i’m still scared”

“so you replaced me?”

“no!” her voice cracked. “i never wanted her. she’s just… safe”

safe…

the word shattered something inside tou

because you understood

and somehow… that hurt worse

minjeong cried openly now

“i loved you so much it terrified me”

the ocean roared behind her

you wanted to hold her

you wanted to hate her

you wanted time to rewind back to that stupid concert where none of this had happened yet

but instead, you just stood there while bruno mars’ voice echoed faintly through the night

“you brought the sun and brought the rain…”

minjeong stepped closer carefully

“i’m sorry”

you nodded slowly

but apologies didn’t fix broken things

and love didn’t always survive fear

so for the first time since meeting her, you walked away while she stayed behind

crying on the beach, alone

—

months later, bruno mars released another love song

your first instinct was still to send it to minjeong

but you didn’t

instead, you listened quietly by yourself, remembering the girl in the leather jacket who once made your dark clouds disappear for a little while

and maybe that was the cruelest part

even after everything—

you still loved her whenever bruno mars started singing.

[angelicsoulic]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ the shape of devotion | kim minjeong

݁ᛪ༙ synopsis for three years, minjeong has loved you with a terrifying kind of devotion — the kind that notices everything, remembers everything, and removes anything standing in your way. you thought your relationship was ordinary, soft even. until strange disappearances, hidden keys, and bloodstained lies force you to confront the truth : the girl you love might be more like a predator than a soulmate… and part of you may not want to run

݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer psycho! girlfriend kim minjeong! x sweet! girlfriend fem! reader, wlw, thriller, you (series) au, minjeong’s character inspired by love quinn

݁ᛪ༙ a/n can y’all guess i’m back in my you era… anyways, i’ll never get a rid of the fact that love was literally perfect for joe… sigh…

݁ᛪ༙ song playing house of balloons — the weeknd

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

rain crawled down the apartment windows in thin silver lines while minjeong cooked in your kitchen like she belonged there

perhaps she did

three years together leaves fingerprints everywhere — her hoodie hanging off your chair, her toothbrush beside yours, the half-finished novel she kept pretending she’d read someday. she hummed softly as she stirred pasta sauce, dark curls pinned messily away from her face

“you’re staring again,” she said without turning around

“i live here. i’m allowed”

a tiny smile tugged at her mouth. “creep”

you laughed quietly and shut your laptop. nights like this were easy. warm. so painfully normal that it made your chest ache sometimes

because minjeong loved hard

not dramatic-hard. not movie-hard

intentional hard

she memorized your coffee order after hearing it once. walked on the outside of sidewalks. texted you the second you got home even if she’d watched you enter the building from her car. she knew when your migraines were coming before you did

at first, it felt romantic

then… occasionally strange

like how your toxic ex, camille, suddenly transferred universities after publicly humiliating you online

or how your boss who kept “accidentally” touching your waist got fired after some anonymous complaint

or the way minjeong always seemed to know things you never told her… tiny things ;

who unfollowed you. where your friends went after parties. what you ate for lunch when you forgot to mention it

you used to joke she was psychic

now, watching her in the dim yellow kitchen light, the thought made your stomach twist instead

minjeong set your plate down carefully. “you okay?”

“yeah,” you lied

her eyes lingered on you a second too long

minjeong always looked at people like she was reading the endings of books they hadn’t finished writing yet

—

the first real crack happened on a thursday

you were searching for batteries in minjeong’s bathroom cabinet when you found the box

plain cardboard. unmarked

you name wasn’t on it, but somehow you knew immediately it had everything to do with you

inside were photographs. dozens of them

you at your campus café. you walking home. you laughing with friends. you asleep against the train window

your breath caught

some photos were old. before you and Sophia even started dating… underneath them sat smaller things arranged with horrifying neatness :

a movie ticket stub. a hair tie. the silver ring you thought you lost two summers ago

and beneath all of it—

a folded newspaper clipping

“LOCAL WOMAN FOUND DEAD IN APPARENT MUGGING”

camille durand, 22…

your ex

your fingers went cold

“no,” you whispered

the apartment door clicked shut

you froze

minjeong’s footsteps moved calmly through the apartment. not rushed nor panicked

like she already knew what you’d found

she appeared in the doorway holding grocery bags, rainwater dripping from her coat sleeve

for one impossible second, neither of you spoke

then minjeong looked at the open box. and sighed

not angry. just… disappointed

“you weren’t supposed to see that yet”

your stomach dropped

“yet?”

minjeong slowly set the groceries down. “i can explain”

“you have pictures of me.” your voice cracked. “from before we met”

“i met you before you met me”

the calmness in her tone terrified you more than yelling would’ve

you backed away from the cabinet. “minjeong… what is this?”

her expression softened immediately at the fear in your face

that somehow made it worse

“you’re scared of me”

“i don’t know what i am right now”

a long silence

rain hammered against the windows

then minjeong stepped closer carefully, like approaching a wounded animal

“camille hurt you”

“you killed her?”

minjeong’s jaw tightened

“she was cruel”

“that’s not an answer”

another step

“she posted your photos online after you begged her not to”

your heartbeat roared in your ears

“minjeong”

“she made you cry for weeks”

“you killed her?” you repeated, barely audible

minjeong finally looked you directly in the eyes

“yes”

the world tilted sideways

you expected guilt. remorse. anything

but minjeong only looked afraid of one thing : losing you

“i did it because i love you,” she whispered

the words hit harder than the confession itself

because she meant them. entirely

“you’re insane”

pain flickered across her face. real pain

“i know how it sounds”

“how it— minjeong, you murdered someone!”

“she destroyed people.” minjeong’s voice sharpened suddenly. “she would’ve kept hurting you”

“that wasn’t your choice!”

“she made it mine”

silence swallowed the room

you should’ve run. every instinct screamed at you to run

but your legs wouldn’t move

because beneath the horror sat something uglier : understanding

not agreement. not acceptance. but understanding

you remembered crying into minjeong’s lap for weeks after camille ruined your life. remembered minjeong brushing your hair back gently while rage burned behind her eyes

you never noticed it then

now you saw everything…

the obsession. the possessiveness. the terrifying devotion

minjeong stepped closer again

“if you want to leave,” she said quietly, “i won’t stop you”

you almost laughed at the lie

both of you knew she absolutely would

your eyes burned. “were any of it real?”

minjeong looked shattered by the question

then she crossed the room slowly and took your trembling hand with impossible gentleness

“i have done horrible things,” she whispered. “but loving you was never one of them”

and somehow—

that was the worst part

because you believed her.

[angelicsoulic]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ under texas skies | yu jimin

݁ᛪ༙ synopsis a new york english teacher moves to a small texas town expecting nothing but culture shock and loneliness — until she meets karina, the quiet and captivating daughter of a ranch-owning family. as weeks pass beneath endless southern skies, a chance encounter slowly turns into a tender love story between city girl and cowgirl

݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer cowgirl! yu jimin! x city! girl fem! reader, wlw, fluff, cowboys au, reader being a teacher

݁ᛪ༙ a/n i’m slowly coming back with this fic so please be patient with me loves :) love u

݁ᛪ༙ song playing nuevayol — bad bunny

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

the first thing you noticed about texas was the sky

not the heat, not the dust curling along the roads, not even the way everyone looked at you like they could smell new york on your skin. it was the sky — huge and endless, swallowing the tiny little apartment the school had rented for you on the edge of town

back in manhattan, the sky had always been sliced into pieces by buildings

here, it stretched forever

and somehow, it made you feel even lonelier

you stood outside the tiny high school with a coffee in one hand and your suitcase in the other, staring at the faded sign that read silver creek high school. the town was small enough that everyone seemed to know everyone. trucks lined the parking lot. country & spanish music drifted from somewhere nearby. a horse trailer rolled past the road

you already missed bodegas

“ma’am?”

you turned

a girl with freckles and braces pointed toward the front office. “you the new english teacher?”

you smiled awkwardly. “that obvious?”

“little bit”

great…

but lunchtime, half the school knew your name, where you were from, and the fact that you’d accidentally called cowboy boots “yeehaw shoes” in sophomore english

you were going to die here

the first time you saw karina, it was after school

you car had broken down on a dirt road just outside town because, apparently, texas believed roads should simply end whenever they felt like it

you kicked the tire uselessly

“come on,” you muttered. “please. i already hate it here”

a truck pulled up behind you in a cloud of dust

you turned, ready to fake confidence against whatever terrifying ranch man stepped out—but instead, a woman climbed down from the driver’s side

and your brain stopped functioning for a moment

she wore faded jeans, a white tank top, and a brown work jacket tied around her waist. her dark hair was cascading down her shoulders, slightly messy like she’d been working all day. sunlight bronzed her skin gold

simple. effortlessly beautiful

the kind of beautiful that hurt a little to look at

“you alright?” she asked

her voice was low, calm, warm like summer evenings

you blinked. “uh. yeah. no. my car just…” you gestured helplessly. “died dramatically"

her lips twitched

“mind if i look?”

you stepped aside immediately

she crouched near the hood, confident and focused. you tried very hard not to stare

“battery cable’s loose,” she said after a minute

“that's it?”

“mhm"

you laughed in disbelief. “you're kidding"

“nope"

she tightened something beneath the hood, wiped her hands on a rag, then looked up at you

“try now"

the engine roared back to life

“oh my god,” you breathed. “you're actually magic"

that made her laugh properly this time

it was unfairly attractive

“i'm karina,” she said

you told her your name

recognition flickered across her face. “the new teacher"

“am i that obvious too?”

“a little"

you groaned. “fantastic"

karina smiled softly, leaning against the truck. “you'll get used to it here"

“i doubt that"

“maybe"

something about the way she looked at you made your stomach flip

before leaving, she pointed toward the horizon where a massive ranch sat beneath the setting sun

“that's my family’s place,” she said. “if your car dies again, you’re probably close enough to walk there"

you laughed. “comforting"

then she tipped her hat slightly and drove away, leaving dust swirling behind her

and for the first time since arriving in texas, you smiled

you started seeing karina everywhere after that

at the diner in town. at football games. at the feed store where you accidentally spent twenty minutes petting goats because you thought they were “emotional support farm animals”

karina had laughed so hard she nearly cried

“you really are from new york”

“and proud”

“mhm”

soon, she started lingering after conversations instead of walking away immediately

then came the town fair

you only went because one of your students guilted you into “being part of the community”

you regretted it instantly

there were children screaming, mechanical rides that looked deeply unsafe, and approximately seven hundred cowboy hats

you stood near a lemonade stand texting your friend :

‘if i disappear, tell people i died culturally overwhelmed’

“having fun?”

you looked up

karina

black button-up this time. sleeves rolled to her elbows. belt buckle gleaming beneath the fair lights

god genuinely help you

“you clean up nice,” you blurted before your brain could stop you

karina raised an eyebrow slowly

heat flooded your face

“i mean— not that you don’t normally look nice—”

“you think i look nice?”

the teasing in her voice nearly killed you

you crossed your arms defensively. “don’t make this worse”

she grinned. and then she held out her hand

“come on, city girl”

your heart stumbled. “where?”

“you’ve never been to a texas fair before. that’s basically a crime”

for the next two hours, karina dragged you through the fairgrounds

you shared funnel cake

she won you a stuffed cow at one of the rigged games after claiming, “i got ranch blood, sweetheart. we’re competitive by nature”

and then came the mechanical bull

“no,” you said immediately

“yes”

“karina”

“you scared?”

“i’m from new york. i survived subway rats bigger than small dogs. i’m not scared”

five seconds later, you got thrown off the bull in front of half the town

karina laughed so hard she had to hold onto you to stay standing

and somehow, with her hand around your waist and tears in her eyes from laughing, you realized something terrifying

you were falling for her… hard

the weeks passed slowly after that. beautifully

you’d sit on the fence outside her family ranch while she worked with the horses

she’d bring you coffee before school some mornings

you taught her how to make a proper new york bagel breakfast

she taught you how to ride a horse, poorly

“you’re holdin’ the reins like they offended you,” she said, trying not to laugh

“they did offend me”

“you’re impossible”

“and yet you keep inviting me back”

karina looked up at you then. quiet. soft

like she was realizing it too

“yeah,” she murmured. “i do”

the first kiss happened during a thunderstorm

very dramatic. very cinematic

you’d been grading papers at the ranch because the power in your apartment had gone out again

rain hammered against the roof while karina sat beside you on the couch cleaning mud off her boots

“you know,” you said, “i used to think people in small towns would hate me”

karina glanced over. “why?”

“i don’t know. too loud. too city. too…” you shrugged. “different”

she stared at you for a moment

then she said quietly :

“i think this town was waitin’ for someone like you”

your chest tightened painfully

the thunder cracked outside

and suddenly the room felt very small. very warm

karina looked at your lips. once. then away. then back again

“karina,” you whispered

“yeah?”

but neither of you moved for a second

the tension was unbearable

then she reached for your face gently — like she was scared you might disappear — and kissed you

soft. slow. careful at first

you melted instantly

her hand slid into your hair while rain poured outside and your papers slipped forgotten onto the floor

and when you kissed her back harder, she made the quietest sound against your lips that nearly ruined you

when she finally pulled away, forehead resting against yours, both of you breathless, she smiled a little

“there you are,” she whispered

you laughed shakily. “took you long enough”

karina kissed you again immediately after that

this time smiling into it

and somewhere between the thunder, the rain, and her hands wrapped around your waist, texas started feeling a little like home.

[angelicsoulic]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ faster than falling | manon bannerman

݁ᛪ༙ synopsis a chance photoshoot in monaco sparks a quiet, undeniable connection between a rising F1 driver and a world-renowned model. months later, far from the spotlight in italy, they meet again—this time with nothing to hold them back

݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer f1 driver! manon bannerman! x model! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, strangers to lovers (inspired by heated rivalry… yes, all over again)

݁ᛪ༙ a/n didn’t know that i needed f1 driver manon to fulfil my life of happiness, but here we are and honestly… i need MORE.

݁ᛪ༙ song playing right here — chase atlantic

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

the first time you met manon, everything felt staged—lights too bright, smiles too perfect, timing too precise. It was monaco, naturally. everything important in your world always seemed to happen somewhere expensive, somewhere curated

you had been flown in for a campaign tied to the grand prix weekend—luxury brand, fast cars, sharper silhouettes, the usual. you’d worked with athletes before, footballers mostly, a few tennis players, all polished media training and safe charm

but no one had warned you about her

manon arrived late to the shoot, still half in her race suit, curls slightly flattened from her helmet, a faint smudge of something—grease? eyeliner?—under one eye. she didn’t apologize. she just walked in, glanced around, and when her gaze landed on you, it lingered a second longer than necessary

“sorry,” she said anyway, not sounding sorry at all. “traffic”

you raised an eyebrow. “in monaco? shocking”

that earned you a grin—quick, sharp, a little dangerous

the chemistry wasn’t immediate

it was worse ; it was gradual

the photographer kept trying to direct you both, but it didn’t take long before something else took over. you’d stand too close under the pretense of framing. her hand would settle at your waist, firm and grounding, not quite part of the instruction. you’d tilt your chin just slightly differently each time, testing, noticing how her eyes tracked the movement

“closer,” someone called

you stepped in

so did she

there was a moment—just one—where neither of you moved. the world narrowed to the space between your lips, the warmth of her breath, the faint smell of fuel and expensive perfume

“perfect,” the photographer said

neither of you were looking at the camera

after that day, your lives snapped back into motion

different cities. different schedules. different worlds, really

you’d catch glimpses of her on screens—helmet on, visor down, carving through corners at impossible speeds. commentators saying her name like it meant something larger than just a person

she, apparently, saw you too

you found out when a mutual contact mentioned, casually, “manon asked if you were going to milan fashion week”

you weren’t

she didn’t ask again

still, there were messages

at first, sparse. a reaction to a story. a dry comment about a campaign you did. you replied in kind—short, teasing, never quite crossing a line

until one night

do you always look like that, or was monaco a special occasion?

you stared at your phone for a long time before answering

you seemed distracted for someone supposed to be working

three dots… gone

back again

maybe i was

that was the first crack

months later, italy felt softer

you weren’t there for work this time. no stylists, no schedules, no expectations. just sun-warmed stone, slow mornings, and the quiet kind of anonymity that only happens when people aren’t looking too closely

you didn’t expect to see her

which is probably why it felt like a dream when you did

a small café. late afternoon. you were halfway through a coffee when someone pulled out the chair across from you without asking

“you’re hard to miss,” manon said

you looked up, and there she was—no race suit, no cameras, just… her. hair loose, sunglasses pushed up, a softness to her you hadn’t seen before

“you’re supposed to be somewhere loud and fast,” you replied

“day off,” she said. “or week. i’m trying it out”

you huffed a quiet laugh. “and you chose this place?”

“i chose this table”

there it was again—that way she looked at you like the rest of the world was background noise

this time, the chemistry didn’t need staging

it unfolded easily. naturally

you talked for hours. about everything you never got to say before—about the strange pressure of being seen but not known, about loneliness in crowded rooms, about how success had a way of isolating as much as it elevated

she was different like this

quieter. more thoughtful. still sharp, still confident, but less guarded

at one point, her hand brushed yours

neither of you moved away

“funny,” she said softly, tracing the edge of your fingers. “we had an entire crew trying to make us look like this”

“and now?” you asked

her eyes lifted to yours

“now no one’s watching”

that felt like permission

the first kiss wasn’t dramatic

no fireworks. no grand gestures

just a slow, certain moment where the space between you disappeared again—but this time, neither of you stopped

her hand came up to your cheek, thumb brushing lightly, like she was confirming you were real. you leaned in, closing the distance, and when your lips met, it felt… inevitable

like something that had been waiting

later, walking through narrow streets as the sky softened into evening, your fingers intertwined, she glanced at you with that same almost-smile from monaco

“so,” she said, “does this count as a second shoot?”

you squeezed her hand

“no,” you said. “this one’s real”

and for once, neither of you had anywhere else to be…

[angelicsoulic]

˚₊‧⁺⋆♱ lines of magic | sophia laforteza

݁ᛪ༙ synopsis a solo trip to disneyland turns unexpected when you meet sophia in line for pirates of the caribbean. one magical evening leads to a deeper connection, and when you reunite at the hotel, it becomes clear this wasn’t just chance—it’s the beginning of something real

݁ᛪ༙ disclaimer stranger! sophia laforteza! x stranger! fem! reader, wlw, fluff, soft, strangers to lovers trope

݁ᛪ༙ a/n i genuinely had the cuteness aggression of all time when my eyes landed on sophia’s new post… our princess was finally in her own & deserved world ㅠㅠ…

ᛪ༙ song playing eternal sunshine — ariana grande

⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺ ⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧

the first time you noticed sophia, it was because she laughed

not loudly—nothing that would turn heads—but soft and bright, the kind of laugh that feels like it belongs somewhere warm. It slipped through the noise of disneyland’s crowd and somehow found you anyway

you turned, half-curious, half-bored from the long wait in line for pirates of the caribbean, and there she was

she stood a few people ahead, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands. there was a tiny embroidered castle near her wrist, and for some reason, that detail stuck with you. she looked like she belonged there—not in the sense of fitting in, but like she was part of the magic itself. like she was experiencing it fully, not just passing through

she turned at the same moment you were already looking

you could’ve looked away

you didn’t

for a second, everything else blurred—the chatter, the music, the creaking wooden beams of the queue. It was just her eyes meeting yours, surprised at first, then softening into a small, slightly shy smile

you smiled back before you could stop yourself

and just like that, something shifted

the line moved slowly, winding deeper into the dimly lit interior. by the time you reached the cavern-like corridors where the air turned cooler and the lanterns flickered against damp stone walls, she was beside you

you weren’t entirely sure how that happened

one moment she’d been ahead, the next she was right there, close enough that you could notice the faint scent of something sweet—vanilla, maybe, or something like it

“first time?” she asked, her voice gentle, like she didn’t want to break whatever quiet had settled between you

you glanced at her, caught slightly off guard. “no… but it kind of feels like it every time”

her lips curved. “yeah. same”

a beat passed, easy and unforced

“i’m sophia,” she added

you told her your name, and it felt strangely important—like handing over something more than just a word

“are you here alone?” she asked

“yeah. you?”

she nodded. “i wanted to do it at least once. just… see everything at my own pace”

you let out a quiet laugh. “same. no compromises, no waiting around—well, except in lines like this”

she grinned. “worth it though”

you both knew she wasn’t just talking about the ride anymore

when it was time to board, there was that brief, awkward moment where people shuffled forward and the cast member gestured vaguely at the next row

you hesitated

she hesitated

then, without really discussing it, you both stepped into the same boat

you shoulders brushed as you sat down. neither of you moved away

inside, the ride carried you into darkness, the world outside disappearing behind soft splashes and distant echoes of music. lantern light flickered across sophia’s face as she looked around, eyes wide in quiet appreciation

“okay,” she whispered, leaning slightly closer to you. “this part still feels like the beginning of an adventure”

you smiled. “maybe it is”

the boat dipped suddenly, and instinctively, her hand caught your arm. she froze for half a second, like she wasn’t sure if she should pull away—but you didn’t react, didn’t move

so she didn’t either

her fingers lingered there, light but present, until slowly they slipped down to your hand

it wasn’t a bold gesture. it wasn’t even fully intentional

just fingertips brushing against yours, a question waiting to be answered

you turned your hand slightly, letting your fingers rest against hers

that was all it took

the rest of the ride passed in soft glances and quiet smiles, both of you acutely aware of the small, shared warmth between your hands

when you stepped back into daylight, it felt different somehow

like the world had tilted just enough to matter

“so…” sophia said, rocking slightly on her heels. “do we pretend that didn’t happen and go our separate ways, or…?”

“or we don’t,” you said

she smiled—wider this time, more certain. “good”

you spent the evening together like it had always been the plan

it started with churros, because sophia insisted they were “essential to the experience,” and you ended up sharing one because she dropped hers halfway through laughing at something you said

you walked past the castle as the sky melted into shades of pink and gold, stopping more than once just to take it in. at one point, she reached for your hand without hesitation this time, like it had already been decided somewhere between the ride and now

it felt… natural, easy

you rode space mountain next, and she grabbed your arm again during the first drop, laughing breathlessly when it ended. “okay, that one still scares me every time”

“you didn’t look scared,” you teased

“i was brave for you,” she shot back, then immediately flushed at her own words

neither of you pointed it out

later, you found a quiet spot to watch the fireworks. the sky exploded in color above you, reflections dancing in sophia’s eyes as she tilted her head back

“they never get old,” she murmured

you weren’t looking at the fireworks anymore

“yeah,” you said softly. “they don’t”

when the park began to close, the magic didn’t feel like it was ending—it felt like it was holding its breath

you walked toward the exit together, slower than necessary

“so i guess this is where we—” sophia started

“i’m staying at the disneyland hotel,” you interrupted, then winced slightly. “sorry, that sounded like—”

“wait,” she said, eyes lighting up. “me too”

there was a moment of stunned silence

then you both laughed, the kind that spills out uncontrollably when something feels too perfectly timed

“okay,” she said, shaking her head. “that’s… a little insane”

“or,” you said, “it’s fate”

she gave you a look. “you’re really leaning into the disney thing, huh?”

“only when it works in my favor”

the hotel was quieter, wrapped in warm light and soft music that barely touched the air. without the noise of the park, everything between you felt more… real

more fragile, more important

you didn’t want the night to end—not like this, not with a “goodnight” that felt too final

“do you want to… keep hanging out?” sophia asked, her voice softer now

you nodded. “yeah. i do”

you ended up on a balcony overlooking the gardens, the distant glow of the park still visible beyond the trees. the air was cool, carrying just a hint of lingering sweetness from somewhere below

you talked… about everything

about childhood memories, favorite movies, the strange courage it took to come somewhere like this alone. sophia told you about how she almost didn’t come at all, how she’d stood outside the entrance for ten minutes debating whether to turn around

“i’m glad you didn’t,” you said

she glanced at you, something quiet and warm in her expression. “me too”

time stretched, soft and unhurried

at some point, the conversation faded into a comfortable silence

sophia shifted slightly, turning toward you. “can i tell you something a little weird?”

“always”

she hesitated, then smiled faintly. “i feel like… this isn’t the first time i’ve met you”

you tilted your head. “like déjà vu?”

“yeah. but nicer”

you laughed softly. “i know what you mean”

another pause

this one felt different… full

she looked at your lips, then back at your eyes, giving you just enough time to understand what she was asking

you didn’t pull away

the kiss was soft at first—careful, like neither of you wanted to break the moment. but when you leaned in just slightly more, when your hand found its way to hers again, something shifted

it deepened

not rushed, not overwhelming—just certain

she pulled back, she was smiling, a little breathless. “okay… that definitely didn’t happen on the ride”

“definitely not,” you agreed

you stayed there longer than you meant to

talking, laughing quietly, stealing small, soft kisses like you were both afraid the night might disappear if you moved too fast

eventually, though, the hour caught up with you

“i should probably…” sophia started, though she didn’t move

“yeah,” you said, just as reluctantly

you walked her to her room anyway

at the door, there was that familiar pause—the one that asks a question neither of you quite says out loud

“goodnight,” she murmured

“goodnight”

she kissed you once more, quick but warm, like a promise instead of an ending

the next morning, sunlight spilled through your window, soft and golden

for a moment, you wondered if it had all been a dream

then your phone buzzed

sophia : meet me downstairs? i think we have another day to plan ;)

you smiled, already reaching for your shoes

because this time, it wasn’t chance

it was something you were choosing

and somehow, that felt even more magical…

[angelicsoulic]

BLONDEMINJEONG & PINKSELLE COMEBACK OH CHAT IM SO NOT OKAY HISTORY WAS MADE HERE OMFMFKDMDHSJSKSKS&/&/&/@/@/@/@!’:!::!:!:!::!:

[angelicsoulic]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ under italian

skies 𓈒 𖤓 ( 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗋 )

. ✦ ݁˖ synopsis in italy for your sister karina’s wedding, you have no interest in love—while giselle has every reason to avoid it. but when your paths cross, quiet moments and growing tension begin to challenge everything you both believe. as the wedding brings emotions to the surface, you’re forced to confront the possibility that love, no matter how uncertain, might still be worth the risk…

. ✦ ݁˖ disclaimer strangers to lovers, fluff, wlw, stranger! aeri uchinaga x stranger! fem! reader

. ✦ ݁˖ a/n hopefully y’all will show much love to that fic that i relate somehow a lot (ㅠㅠ) part two?

. ✦ ݁˖ music playing mystery of love — sufjan stevens

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ . .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭

love is in the air when you land in italy—warm, golden, and annoyingly persistent

you notice it in the way couples linger too long over espresso, in the soft laughter echoing through narrow streets, in the sunset that seems almost too perfect to be real. it’s everywhere. and somehow, it all feels like it’s aimed directly at you

“try not to scowl at the scenery,” your sister teases, bumping your shoulder as the two of you step out of the car. “it’s my wedding week. at least pretend you believe in love”

karina has always been like this—certain, radiant, completely sure of her feelings. you’ve never understood how she does it so effortlessly

“i believe in your love,” you reply, adjusting your bag. “that’s enough, isn’t it?”

she gives you a look. “you’re impossible”

you shrug. “and you’re getting married in italy. we all have our quirks”

karina sighs, but there’s a smile tugging at her lips. “just… keep an open mind, okay? you never know what might happen”

you don’t respond. because you do know

nothing happens. not to you

—

you meet giselle two days later

it’s not dramatic. there’s no cinematic slow motion, no grand introduction. just a quiet collision in the courtyard of the villa when you turn a corner too quickly and nearly spill her drink

“oh—sorry,” you say automatically

she steadies the glass in her hand, glancing up at you. “it’s fine. i should’ve been watching where i was going”

there’s a pause. brief, but noticeable

she’s striking—not in an overwhelming way, but in the kind that settles into your awareness slowly. sharp eyes, composed posture, a hint of something guarded behind her expression

“i don’t think we’ve met,” she adds

“probably not. i’m just here for the wedding. karina’s sister”

“ah.” something shifts in her face. recognition, maybe. “i’m giselle. friend of the bride”

of course she is

karina, you think, is definitely up to something

“well,” you say, offering a small nod, “nice to meet you”

“yeah,” giselle replies. “you too”

and just like that, it ends. or at least, it should have

—

you keep running into her

at breakfast, where she sits across the courtyard pretending not to notice you

at the rehearsal, where she stands just a little too close when the group clusters together

at dinner, where conversation flows easily between everyone—except when it’s just the two of you, and suddenly words feel heavier than they should

it’s… strange

you’re not used to noticing people like this

“you’re staring,” karina murmurs one evening, nudging you with her elbow

“i’m not”

“you are”

“i’m observing,” you correct

karina smirks. “right. observing giselle”

you shoot her a look. “don’t start”

“i’m not starting anything,” she says lightly. “i’m just saying—maybe you should talk to her”

“i have talked to her”

“more than two sentences in passing doesn’t count”

you sigh, leaning back in your chair. “why are you so invested in this?”

“because,” she says gently, “you’ve never given anyone a real chance”

you don’t answer

because she’s not wrong

—

giselle finds you that night

you’re sitting alone on the terrace, the distant hum of music from inside blending with the soft chirp of evening insects. the air is warm, carrying the faint scent of flowers and something else—something unfamiliar

“you always sit out here?” she asks, stepping closer

you glance up. “only when i need quiet”

she hums, leaning against the railing beside you. “fair”

there’s a comfortable silence

or maybe it’s not comfortable. maybe it’s just… quiet

“you don’t seem like the wedding type,” she says after a moment

you let out a small laugh. “is it that obvious?”

“a little”

“what about you?”

giselle’s expression shifts, subtle but noticeable. “i used to be”

“used to?”

she shrugs. “love’s not really my thing anymore”

you tilt your head slightly. “that’s a strong stance”

“it’s a realistic one”

something in her tone catches your attention. not bitterness, exactly—but something close

“sounds like experience talking”

“yeah,” she says simply. “experience tends to do that”

you study her for a moment, then look away. “i’ve never really… had that”

“love?”

you nod. “or anything close to it”

giselle glances at you, curiosity flickering in her eyes. “by choice?”

“by disinterest”

“and that’s worked for you?”

you hesitate

“it’s been… simple”

she smiles faintly. “simple isn’t always the same as good”

“maybe not,” you admit. “but it’s safe”

giselle lets out a quiet breath. “safe is overrated”

you raise an eyebrow. “that’s ironic, coming from someone who just swore off love”

she laughs softly, shaking her head. “touché”

another silence falls, but this one feels different

less distant. more… aware

“i think,” she says slowly, “love makes people reckless. it makes you ignore things you shouldn’t ignore”

“and that’s why you don’t believe in it anymore?”

“i didn’t say i don’t believe in it,” she corrects. “i just don’t think it’s worth it”

you consider that

“maybe it depends on the person,” you say

“maybe,” she agrees

your eyes meet. and for a moment, something shifts

not dramatic. not overwhelming

just… undeniable

—

the wedding day arrives faster than you expect

everything is perfect—karina glowing with happiness, the ceremony set against a breathtaking view, the kind of atmosphere that makes even you pause and appreciate it

“you’re thinking too much,” giselle murmurs beside you

you glance at her. “am i that obvious?”

“a little,” she says, echoing your earlier words

you huff a quiet laugh

as the ceremony unfolds, you find yourself watching karina more than anything else. the way she looks at her partner. the certainty in her expression

it’s… real

and for the first time, you wonder if you’ve been wrong

“hey,” giselle says softly

you turn to her

she hesitates, then speaks. “do you ever think… maybe you’ve been avoiding something?”

youdon’t answer immediately

because you know exactly what she means

“and you?” you ask instead. “do you think you’ve been running from something?”

she exhales, a small, almost reluctant smile forming. “probably”

there’s a pause

then, quietly—

“maybe we’re both a little wrong”

you feel your chest tighten, just slightly

“maybe,” you agree

—

it happens later, under the soft glow of string lights and distant music

not planned. not expected

just… inevitable

a conversation that lingers too long. a glance that doesn’t look away. a moment where neither of you steps back

“do you want to try?” giselle asks, her voice barely above a whisper

you know what she means

it’s not just about this moment

it’s about everything

about letting go of simplicity. about risking something real

about making space for something you’ve both been avoiding

you take a breath

then another

and finally—

“yeah,” you say softly. “i do”

giselle smiles, something unguarded finally breaking through

and when she reaches for your hand, you don’t pull away

—

maybe love isn’t simple

maybe it isn’t safe ;

but as you stand there, under the Italian sky, with her fingers intertwined with yours—

it feels worth it…

[angelicsoulic]

oh my gosh this is the best day of my life. THANK YOU LORD YOU HEARD MY PRAYERS AND BLESSED ME WITH MY BELOVED MEGHUD CRUMBS IVE BEEN WAITING.

[angelicsoulic]

i need her on my bed, whimpering and vulnerable. crying out my name continuously as she looks up at me with a scared, delicate, and loving gaze. i want her to know who she belongs to as she bounces up and down repeatedly going faster and fast as time goes on. not able to do anything but obey me and the strings tied around her wrists making sure she doesn’t escape. i want her to scream my name audibly until she loses her voice. i want her to push herself so hard she can’t walk for weeks. i want the slapping sound of skin to echo though the room.

[angelicsoulic]

ngl i think that my two biggest ships in katseye are meichae & sodani and i’m not opened to anyone saying the otherwise though

[angelicsoulic]

chill meichae im easy… CHILL meichae im easy… CHILL MEICHAE im easy… CHILL MEICHAE IM easy… CHILL MEICHAE IM EASY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?????????!:££::&:&:&/&/&/

[angelicsoulic]

LORD SOMEONE GENUINELY HOLDS ME BACK THE FANFICS ARE TURNING REAL ISTG OMFMRMDMRMRMMR MEICHAE BIKERS I NEED BOTH OF THEM SO BAD I CANT PLEASE.

[angelicsoulic]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ caught in your

web ‧₊˚🕷‧₊˚

. ✦ ݁˖ synopsis huh yunjin—secretly spider-woman—gets caught outside your window at 2 a.m., turning a failed patrol into a confession she definitely didn’t plan. between awkward chaos and soft teasing, one very obvious crush finally gets its answer

. ✦ ݁˖ disclaimer spider-woman! huh yunjin x fem! reader, wlw, fluff, comedy, yunjin’s basically a simp for reader, super-hero AU

. ✦ ݁˖ a/n in honour of celebration’s release tomorrow, here i am writing about my two favorite things on earth ; le sserafim & spiderman :’) is it just me or i feel like my non-katseye’s fics are flopping… please don’t let it flop loves ㅠㅠ

. ✦ ݁˖ song playing my moon my man — feist

.𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭ ⭑ . .𖥔 ݁ ˖๋ ࣭

yunjin did not mean to become spider-woman

okay—that was a lie. she absolutely meant to become spider-woman

what she didn’t mean to do was get stuck hanging upside down outside your apartment window at 2:13 a.m., mask slightly crooked, hair falling out of her bun, and one web line suspiciously attached to what looked like a very expensive wind chime

“…yunjin?”

yunjin froze

slowly—very slowly—she turned her head. Inside the apartment, framed by soft lamplight and wearing an oversized hoodie, stood you. awake. beautiful. confused. holding a cup of tea like this was a completely normal thing to witness

yunjin considered pretending to be a decorative spider

“…hi,” she said

there was a long pause

you blinked once. twice. “why are you outside my window?”

she opened her mouth… closed it

opened it again. “i can explain—“

“you’re upside down”

“i can explain that too—“

“you’re in a spider suit”

“…that part is actually the easiest to explain”

you set your tea down very carefully. “yunjin, it’s two in the morning”

“yes—“

“you’re outside my third-floor window”

“yes”

“you are dressed like—” you gestured vaguely, “—a superhero”

yunjin brightened. “spider-woman”

you stared at her

she smiled upside down

“…you’re serious”

“very”

another pause

then, to yunjin’s complete surprise, you walked closer to the window, crouched slightly, and peered at her with intense curiosity. “is it… comfortable? being upside down?”

she blinked. “uh. blood rushes to your head a little, but you get used to it”

“huh”

“and the suit is breathable”

“important”

“and i have snacks in the utility belt”

your eyes widened. “you have a utility belt?”

yunjin, eager to impress, twisted slightly and pulled out a slightly squished chocolate bar. “emergency rations”

you covered your mouth, trying—and failing—not to laugh. “you’re unbelievable”

her felt her heart do a very unhelpful thing

“thank you,” she said, a bit too softly

you leaned against the window frame, smiling now. “so. spider-woman”

“yes”

“do you fight crime?”

“yes”

“save people?”

“yes”

“eat snacks upside down outside your crush’s apartment?”

yunjin’s brain short-circuited

“…i didn’t say that last part”

you tilted your head, grin growing. “you didn’t have to”

she made a noise that could only be described as a distressed squeak

“okay, in my defense,” yunjin rushed out, “i was on patrol and i just—happened—to swing by and make sure you were safe and also maybe see your face and—this sounds worse out loud—”

you were laughing now. full-on, bright, warm laughter that made her forget gravity entirely

“you patrol my building?” you asked

“specifically your window, yes”

“that’s either incredibly romantic or deeply concerning”

“can it be both?”

you considered that. “i’ll allow it”

yunjin beamed

then her web creaked ominously

both of you looked up

“…is that supposed to happen?” you asked

“no..”

the web snapped

yunjin yelped—and immediately shot another web, catching the edge of the window just in time. she swung forward slightly, now much closer than before. like, very close

close enough that she could see every detail of your face

close enough that your breath hitched

“oh,” you said softly

“oh,” yunjin echoed

they stayed like that for a moment—suspended between outside and inside, between ridiculous and something a little more

you reached out, gently tugging yunjin’s mask down just enough to reveal her eyes fully. “hi,” you said again, quieter this time

she swallowed. “hi”

“you’re a disaster,” you murmured

“i know”

“you’re also… kind of cool”

yunjin lit up like a city skyline. “really?”

you smiled. “really”

there was a pause

then yunjin, because she had exactly zero survival instincts when it came to you, blurted: “do you want to go on a date with spider-woman?”

you raised an eyebrow. “am i dating you or your alter ego?”

“…two-for-one deal?”

you laughed again. “tempting”

yunjin held her breath

you leaned closer, just a little. “only if spider-woman promises not to lurk outside my window like a lovesick raccoon”

“no promises”, she said directly

you flicked her forehead

“OW—okay, okay, i promise!”

“good.” your smile softened. “then yes”

yunjin’s brain officially left her body

“yes?”

“yes”

she whooped—forgot she was attached to a web—swung slightly—overcorrected—and bonked lightly into the window frame

you winced. “graceful”

“i’m usually cooler than this,” yunjin mumbled

“i doubt it”

“…that’s fair”

you pushed the window open a bit more. “come inside before you injure yourself again, spider-woman”

yunjin hesitated. “are you sure?”

you extended a hand

she took it

and just like that—superpowers, web-slinging, midnight chaos and all—yunjin climbed into the apartment, heart racing for entirely non-hero-related reasons

as you handed her a proper, non-squished snack and sat her down on the couch, you shook your head, smiling fondly

“you know,” you said, “most people bring flowers when they like someone”

yunjin grinned. “i can bring flowers next time”

you tilted your head. “next time?”

she leaned back, a little smug now. “we have a date, remember?”

you laughed, soft and bright. “we do”

yunjin paused

“…can i still keep the suit on?”

you looked her up and down, pretending to think

“…only if you keep the utility belt”

“deal”…

[angelicsoulic]

guys should i write about a possible fic pairing megan & hudson platonically like as them crushing on fem! reader but at the end of the day fem! reader would choose meg and hudson would be happily happy for you like please walk with me plspslslsls

[angelicsoulic]

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