this babie blog hit 1k!! i remember when i finally revived it in late february this year after neglecting it for almost a year :sob:
i'm thankful for everyone who's supported me and my creations so far <3 and it's super heartwarming to see people who still decided to sign up for my nonsense after i shut down my previous blog. i'm very grateful for all your love <3
it's been a super fun journey to watch this blog grow and find SO many more amazing creators!! so i decided to make a smol follow forever to let you know that i absolutely LOVE you (and your creations ofc <3)
a few friends i thought i'd leave a message for!! <3:
@joshuas: i !! cannot put how grateful i am to you in words !! thankies for always being the kindest and loveliest person to me :( <3 thankies for letting me rant and thank you for being you <3 you're half the reason i'm still on this site KDJKD know that i'm singing sunday morning for you <3
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@soonhoonsol: chey!! my love!! i hope you know that you're one of the most important people on this site to me. ik it's been super long since we had a proper conversation, but i hppe you know that i'm always be SUPER grateful to you for inspiring me to make content!! <3
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creators who i absolutely adore!! <3:
(🥕: thank you for being a good friend to me <3, 🌻: LOVE your creations!!)
your neighbor is cute; he has good intentions when he tries, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s probably the worst baker in existence. luckily for him, you’re right down the hall and just so happen to be a professional. and the cherry on top? you’re super sweet
warnings: kissing and well there are mentions of smoke/fire bc chan is bad at baking
fluff, 3473 words, neighbor!chan x baker!reader
a/n: requested by @leech4ns !! hehe i hope you like it sol and i luv you :] (thank you @sukisdeliveryservice for betareading for me :3)
It smells like smoke. You’re honestly a little concerned.
You get up from the desk, carefully moving towards the front door to your apartment. It’s cool to the touch, especially against your clammy hands, grounding you to the moment and away from the worries in your head. Pushing slightly now that you know it’s safe, you move the handle down to reveal a clear hallway.
The right side of the building looks empty, nothing amiss with the air. However, turning to the left lets a sharp odor into your nose, so you walk down a few steps until you find the culprit.
Biting your lip, you knock on the door.
It takes a moment for the inhabitant to answer, but he emerges from a cloud of smoke, fanning his hand in front of his face as he lets out strained coughs.
“Uh, hi…” you say, rocking back and forth on your feet. “I was wondering if everything was okay. I smelled smoke from my place so…”
“Oh!” He swats his hand in front of his face once more before he meets your eyes, and you swear you see a deeper blush start to rise on his face. “Um, no, everything’s fine,” he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “I got it all under control.”
Raising an eyebrow at him, you purse your lips. “Are you sure about that?”
hypothetically (so no reblogging just to say i cant do that, play the game!), if you could only listen to ONE kpop song on repeat for a whole day, what would it be?
the sweet fruit on your lips is nothing in comparison to the taste of you
warnings: kissing
FLUFF you could swim in it, 1005 words, seokmin x reader | boyfriend/established relationship au
a/n: tagging my lobely @seokmingiggles and @sincerelyskye :3 and also ty to skye and @networkluvs for beta reading for me 💓
Seokmin promised you’d have fun today, and you know he intends to keep that promise.
But where you’re headed is a mystery. The two of you are far into the suburbs now, well away from the hustle and bustle of the city where you live happily together. When you ask your boyfriend where your destination is, however, he only shrugs with that bright smile and says you’ll find out soon enough, or some variant of that.
warning(s) / includes | mentions of needles and getting tattoos, hospitals and common sickness, past breakups, food, alcohol (but no drinking) ; swearing ; 1-2 biting jokes/innuendos ; uses of ‘darling’ and ‘princess’ as pet names
genre | fluff, angst, humour, tattoo artist au, slowburn (?), flirty shua which is a genre in and of itself
note | part 3 of the fallin’ flowers series; based on tattoo artist!shua from the secret language of flowers; can be read as a stand-alone ; appearances by some characters from the other parts ; please forgive any potential inaccuracies with joshua and reader’s jobs </3
summary: stumbling upon a new tattoo parlour shouldn’t lead to so many complications in your love life. that is, until you met joshua hong.
a/n: she’s finally here!!!!!! again i’m beyond sorry for the extremely long wait :( writing this was tough due to both personal and writing difficulties, but i’ve read every single comment on the previous two parts of this series and i hope you know that all your incredibly sweet words motivated me a lot 💗 thank you so much for your patience and i hope this is somewhat worth the wait!! feedback is highly, highly appreciated as it keeps me going <333 enjoy!!
Sometimes, you wish Joshua Hong wasn’t so good at his job.
People always warn against being rude to tattoo artists because they’re the people who dictate how good or bad a design looks on your body—a design that’s essentially permanent and apparently hurts more to get removed than it is to get inked. So perhaps they’re right, maybe you should be a little nicer to Joshua Hong.
But like the nuisance he is, he’s definitely aware of just how much power you’re putting in his hands, and he never fails to dangle that very fact in your face any chance he gets. If someone were to lock you two in a room together, you’d probably perish within the first five minutes from your blood pressure shooting through the roof.
“Why not just go to another artist if you dislike this Joshua guy so much?” Jihoon asks one day after you got your first tattoo done by him. His inquisitive eyes observe you through his wire frame glasses; you’re vaguely reminded of a bookish character that came straight out of a cartoon, and you know that whatever reason you’re about to give, it’d better be a good one unless you’d like to warrant his seemingly infinite wisdom.
A drawn-out sigh leaves you as you set your fork down on your plate with a heavy clatter. Your friend’s eyebrows raise subtly when you remove your jacket before shoving another forkful of pasta into his mouth, likely swallowing down a quip about not wanting to see you strip while he’s eating.
Conveniently, the shirt you’re wearing exposes the watercolour tattoos of flowers that decorate the expanse of your shoulders and décolletage, all of which came from the same artist.
All, but one; one that sticks out like a sore thumb.
That sole tattoo was done by none other than Joshua Hong, and you hate it almost as much as you hate him. Not because it looks horrible, but because it’s a stinging reminder that Joshua Hong is so good at his job that he makes everyone else’s work look like a child’s doodle. You hate it because you’d rather not think of the very reason why you now have no choice but to keep going back to Joshua.
You also hate that you can’t stop thinking about him, that he’s so perfect in every sense of the world. It’s almost a little hard to believe: how can someone be this good at everything and be blessed with that face at the same time?
hi everyone! a little recently i reached 1k on this account. as a token of my gratitude i wanted to do a little follow forever and give out a psd pack that no one asked for wwhjfsdfhfd
anyway before i go into rambling mode, here’s a tl;dr: i reached 1k! i’m really thankful for all the support everyone has given me so here’s a psd pack! let me know if there are any issues <3 i probably will not know how to fix it <3 and i’m going to be using a tracking tag for any content (whether it be visual or written so i can reach all my mutuals <3), the tracking tag being #shuaria so please use it (or don’t ahwjdskj your choice tbh) :) i want to see all your creations and we don’t have to be mutuals to use it <3 psa: if you use it for written content it’ll be reblogged on my main (joshuas)
pairing | lee jihoon (svt) x gender neutral reader
warning(s) / includes | running away, mentions of arranged marriage (lmk if i missed anything!!)
genre | fluff, angst, royal au
note | written with @ohmygoshcheese in mind for the carat admirer event 💗 hi rachel, i’m your carat admirer hehe <33 it’s been so fun getting to know and i hope we can continue interacting after this event 🥺 i’m not sure if this counts as a fantasy au but i hope you like this lil drabble i wrote for you, happy valentine’s day hehe :>
a/n: sorry i can’t really think of a summary but dw it’s pretty straightforward ;-; also three fics in three days? who is she? 😍 (more to come btw hehe)
“Take me away.”
Jihoon’s elegant fingers, previously plucking at his guitar strings, freeze at your words. The soothing, lullaby-like chords he had been playing echo into the inky darkness, carried away by the chilly night breeze.
His head snaps up, finding you staring into the distance forlornly, eyes misting over as the corners of your lips turn down melancholically.
“P-Pardon, Your Highness?” The title you’ve come to loathe spills from his lips out of force of habit before he can catch himself.
Heavy is the exhale that leaves you when you turn to him. He’s found you enchanting ever since the moment you met, but perhaps even more so under the silvery luminescence of the moon during your clandestine meetings on the marble balcony of your quarters.
Yet, as you gaze at him with what can only be ascribed to pure, unadulterated sadness, the deep frown that mars your features threatens to settle permanently, and the hollows of your face are now hauntingly accentuated by the moonlight.
“Take me away,” you repeat, a little firmer this time, “I cannot bear a moment of this any longer.”
Two weeks. Two weeks had gone by since your father announced your betrothal to a neighbouring prince to unite your kingdoms. Of course, Jihoon was with you that very night, guitar abandoned at the edge of your bed in favour of stroking your hair with your head laid in his lap.
“But I don’t love him,” you whisper. Tears escape the corner of your eye, rolling down your smooth cheeks like crystalline dewdrops on petals at dawn. “I hardly know him, Jihoon. How am I supposed to marry him?”
“Perhaps… you’ll grow to love him.” Against his will, his voice cracks towards the end, the lump lodged in his throat ever growing. Invisible vines wrap around the column of his neck in a phantom force, constricting his breathing at the thought that in a month, you will truly be another’s.
Jihoon has always known that falling in love with you came with a hefty cost. To put it quite simply, your paths were not meant to cross. He was a mere musician who happened to receive the honour of entertaining the royal family at your father’s fiftieth birthday; he was not supposed to meet your eyes as he walked off the stage, he was not supposed to accept when you summoned him to the palace a week later requesting private guitar lessons, he was not supposed to let you in when you both knew that this relationship was fated for doom from the very beginning.
You smile, bittersweet and knowing. “I don’t think I can love him, Jihoon.”
Because my heart has long been yours.
Deep down, you knew this would happen. Born into royalty, you understood your role as a mere chess piece in a game much larger than your happiness, or yourself for that matter. The majority of your life was spent moulding you to become the perfect ruler, or rather—the perfect consort to your future spouse. You knew it was coming, yet reality had only truly sunken in with your father’s announcement: your life would never be truly yours.
Unless you did something about it.
Countless times in the past, you’ve confided in him about your desire to run away, yet you continue to remain out of fear, guilt, and responsibility. This time, however, it feels different. There’s something about your demeanour tonight that has uneasiness bubbling in his stomach.
“I… I cannot do that, Y/N.”
He feels your piercing stare searing through his side profile. “Is it… is it because you’re afraid of being caught with me? B-Because I will not dare ask you to stay with me after we cross the borders if that is not what you wish to do.”
Jihoon’s heart aches at your words. He loves you, deeply, and he loathes that he’s planted a seed of doubt in your mind which led you to the conclusion that he does not wish to be with you. Truthfully, he’s thought about offering to run away with you as well, but a little voice at the back of his head dissuades him from doing so each time.
Thus, he shakes his head, woefully, regretfully. “No, it has nothing to do with that…”
“Then why not?” you demand, eyes now fierce with defiance as you briskly cross the balcony towards the ornate chair he sat in. Jihoon flinches when you fall to your knees, your robes forming silky, luxurious waves at his feet.
“Ever since my father announced my engagement, I have spent restless nights questioning the remainder of my life,” you continue, staring up with him with glassy, pleading eyes, “and I’ve decided I no longer want to be confined to one where I cannot be happy nor free.”
A part of you hardly believes you’ve been reduced to such a state. You grew up believing no request of yours was too preposterous or unimaginable, everywhere you went you were accompanied by easily a dozen attendants whose lives depended on catering to your every whim. And yet look at you now—begging like a commoner.
It’s refreshing. It makes you feel human because for once in your life, you’re not just a puppet on strings or a little canary in a cage.
“I don’t have anything I can give you,” Jihoon whispers. His clammy hands find yours and clutches tightly. The drags of his rough, callused finger pads against your soft, unflawed skin is a painful reminder of his inability to give you the life he thinks you deserve. “With him, you will have more lands and jewels and riches… all I have is the guitar on my back. I cannot give you a comfortable life, Y/N. I… I can only give you my love.”
“Can’t you see, Jihoon?” you weep, tears falling behind shut eyes, “that’s all I desire! I only ask for a life with someone who loves me, not someone who sees me as a diplomatic tool.”
He rests his forehead on yours, one of his hands reaching up to find the side of your face as his thumb catches the salty trails. “You can’t go back if I take you away. Have you thought this through?”
“I have, and I don’t care if I have to run from them for the rest of my life. I only want to be with you. If… if you’ll have me, t-that is…”
Jihoon smiles comfortingly at the insecure wobble in your voice, rubbing soothing circles at your temple in an attempt to ease your doubts. “Of course I do, my love,” he tells you, “but the last thing I want is for you to live with regrets. I roam faraway lands in search of new muses alone until I came to your kingdom and met you, I’m used to a life of running. You… you’d be leaving your family, everything you’ve ever had and known behind with little to no chance to return. I only wish you happiness in life, but I have fears you won’t find it with me either.”
“I’m willing to take that risk. I just want to live a normal life… with you.”
He searches your eyes for any trace of hesitation, any sign of apprehension towards the thought of starting anew with absolutely nothing to your name. What he unearths instead is unyielding resolution swimming in your hardened gaze; his heart still hammers in his rib cage like a war drum—after all, the consequences should the two of you get caught will most certainly be severe, and perhaps deadly—but your determination eases a little of that fear. Now, he's never been a particularly optimistic person, but the sliver of hope that still exists within him makes him want to believe he is worthy, that you will find happiness with him.
And it is that little splinter that leads to his next words. “Then we better start preparing, my love. We don’t have much time.”
If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be on horseback past the borders of your kingdom in the dark of night, with only endless plains ahead of you and your belongings packed in a single sack, you’d surely dismiss them with a wave of your hand. Little did you know that you’d soon meet a travelling musician with infinite talent and somehow even more love in his heart for you.
The castle you grew up in is now a speck in the distance. Strangely enough, you don’t feel an ounce of longing or regret. If they were willing to give you away, who could blame you for running?
Jihoon observes you quietly from a few paces ahead. “It’s not too late to go back,” he tells you.
You shake your head, turning back to him with a smile as your horse trots onwards to catch up to him. Pale is the starlight that lays gentle kisses on your faces, and as you look up at the endless glittering diamonds that will guide your way, you know in your heart that this is only the true beginning of your life. Jihoon seems to realise this too, because when your eyes shift from the cosmos above to lock onto his, he offers you a warm smile.
“Let’s keep going, love,” he says softly, nodding towards the long journey ahead of you. “Let’s go home.”
(And when Jihoon marries you a year later with a ring fastened from a string he plucked from an old guitar, one passed down onto him by his father, you knew you had made the right choice.
You never left home, because he was with you all along.)
a/n: @joshuas happy valentine’s day 💗 this really, really isn’t much, but i wanted to write you a little something as a thank you for hosting the carat admirer event and also bc i love you 🥺 enjoy!!!!!
The sight of the little hand pulling his sleeve brings a wide smile to Joshua’s face as your daughter eagerly tugs him towards her craft table. He almost wants to laugh when she sternly points at a tiny pink stool with her other hand placed on her hip, a silent—and rather adorable—demand for him to sit. She reminds him of you in many ways, this is no exception.
Of course, he gladly obliges, uncaring that his knees go up to his chest as he squeezes his body into the stool. Although, he does have to be careful with where he puts his weight because he can’t imagine Cupcake the Teddy Bear being very happy if he breaks her designated chair for tea parties.
“What do you have there, princess?” he asks, leaning in to look into her unzipped bag.
Your daughter, noticing his staring, promptly slams the bag shut and places her tiny palms over the front protectively. “No peeking, Daddy! Close your eyes!”
“Okay, okay,” Joshua relents with a chuckle, scooting back in his stool and bringing his hands up to cover his eyes. Seconds later, he feels little fingers prodding at his hands, ensuring there are no gaps between the fingers before the rummaging noises resume. Another minute later, he senses something being placed around his neck.
“You can look now!”
She beams proudly as he removes his hands from his face, and he looks down to find a new necklace added around his neck. The corners of his eyes crinkle from happiness as he admires the rainbow assortment of beads, completed with a pink charm in the shape of a ‘J’ that sits in the centre to serve as the focal point of the piece.
“Now we match!” his little angel says, pointing to her own necklace—one of the many he’s made over the past few months when he took up jewellery-making as a hobby. She claims she loves them all equally, but something tells him she’s most drawn to the red one with the flower and butterfly-shaped beads. Though, he can't say he isn’t immensely flattered when she refuses to take it off even for baths, which then requires several minutes of coaxing and promising to keep it safe from both you and Joshua before she’d begrudgingly hand it over.
“Do you like it?” she asks, overcome with a sudden wave of shyness as she nervously shifts her weight from one leg to the other. “The big one in the middle was a heart at first, but then I asked Amelia to trade with me so I could have the ‘J’…”
Joshua grins, kneeling in front of her to pull her into his arms, the smile on his face growing when he hears her delighted giggles by his ear. “Of course I love it, baby,” he says, feeling her bashfully burying her head into the soft material of his sweater, “I promise I’ll never take it off.”
“No! You have to take it off when you shower!” she protests, “Mommy said the water will ruin it!” Her eyes brighten up at the mention of you before she’s wriggling out of his arms, reaching into her bag once more to pull out a similar-looking necklace. “I made this one for her! So you two can match too!”
“I’m sure she’ll love it,” Joshua tells her sincerely, a light laugh pushing past his lips at a memory that rises to the forefront of his mind. It was during your university days while you were still dating; the two of you had shown up to your shared afternoon lecture after a full day of classes to find that you were wearing matching cardigans.
He still remembers the cute whine that left you as you playfully complained about how awfully cheesy the whole ordeal was and how everyone was probably going to think you coordinated outfits. He could only giggle, interlacing your fingers and cheekily telling you, “Now everyone knows I’m yours,” before leaning away to dodge the embarrassed slap you tried to land on his shoulder.
The sound of keys jingling pulls him out of his reverie.
“Mommy’s home!” Without a second to spare, your daughter hops off her chair and runs out of her room with your necklace in hand, eager to be the first one to welcome you home.
You toe off your shoes just in time to catch her as she leaps into your arms. “Hi, baby,” you smile, “did you have fun at school today?”
Her head bobs up and down enthusiastically. “Yeah! I made you and Daddy something too!”
“Really?”
“She sure did,” Joshua chimes in, leaning against the doorframe as he watches his girls adoringly. Your eyes light up at the sight of him, happy to see your husband after a long day of work, though you quickly squeeze them shut and duck your head at your daughter's request. A grin tugging at your lips when she carefully moves your hair aside to place something over your head. When you open your eyes, a beaded necklace—completed with a silvery charm in the shape of the first letter of your name that’s also flanked by two pink hearts—twinkles up at you.
“It’s so pretty, baby. Thank you,” you gush, laughing when she immediately throws her arms around your neck. Her hair tickles the skin of your neck as she whispers, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
You pull back slightly to smile at her and gently brush messy strands of hair from her face. “Happy Valentine’s Day, angel. Looks like you’re just as good as your dad, hm?”
“She’s even better,” Joshua agrees. Your daughter shyly hides her face into the crook of your neck at his compliment, a sight that has your heart overflowing with endearment. Over her shoulder, your eyes once again find Joshua’s, twinkling at you like the brightest stars in the universe. There truly isn’t a better word to describe the way he gazes at you and your daughter other than love. Because Joshua Hong loves deeply and ardently; your many years with him are testament to that.
“I love you,” he mouths silently, not wanting to interrupt your moment with your daughter.
He thinks your smile is the prettiest thing on Earth, so radiant it rivals the sun when you mouth it back.
“I love you too.”
a/n: hi ria :hehecat: 💗 thank you all for reading and happy valentine’s day 💗 feedback is highly highly appreciated!!!!
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