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[karivinga]

— ATTRACTED 2 U ❤︎

football imagines ໒꒱

synopsis: your crush discovers a song you wrote about him from your locker – inspired by the song by pink pantheress

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @luckycrystal @dixheuresdix 

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dèsirè doué x guitarist!reader — fluff, angst, highschool!au

 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 

you had a crush on your popular best friend désiré ever since 9th grade. but there was something in you that felt off – were you truly the one for him? you knew damn well that he was one of the most popular jocks at your highschool.

he's a footballer and you? you're just a girl who loves to stick to her guitar all day — you're obviously gonna feel that you're both just not made for eachother, and you could never possibly ruin the friendship you have with him.... you've even seen him with multiple girls at block parties who were also into him aswell as you was, until one day broke your final straw. the day where he was getting too cozed up with her.

you've felt a wave of tears dripping down from your eyes. you knew you couldn't deal with this kind of pain anymore. what a fucking playboy.

MEANWHILE, désiré was still looking for you around the school the whole morning, as he hadn't seen you the rest of yesterday afternoon, you even didn't pick up his calls either.

he walkes passed to where your locker is and notices that it was unlocked (maybe you forgot to lock it earlier).

he furrows his eyebrows and bites his lip gently, hesitating to whether he should look inside or perhaps.... not.

désiré takes a deep breath and slightly opens the locker a bit more whilst snooping around. and that's where he saw it — the song you'd written specifically about him last night!! at first, he just stared at the page, rereading the lyrics over and over again like maybe they’d change if he looked long enough.

but they didn’t. every line still felt painfully honest, like you’d taken every thought he was too scared to say out loud and turned it into music instead. then suddenly, he heard it – the soft sound of guitar strings echoed through the hallway from the music room and your voice following the tune.

❝ sometimes i think of calling you up to make myself look bad again – but now i'm bringing flowers to your front door ❞

désiré froze instantly. it barely even sounded like you — it was softer, almost angelic, so painfully beautiful that he almost thought he was imagining it. he’d heard you sing before countless times, but never like this.

especially a confession you never meant for anyone else to hear with this much emotion behind it.

❝ last night i had a dream, we started dating now you're pissing me off ❞ ♡

a few moments into the song, dez felt his chest tighten before the last lyrics were leaving your lips.

❝ i’m not attracted to you, like i was back at the start ❞

and those words hit harder than expected, because for the first time, he'd realised maybe he had ruined something that could’ve been special and he couldn't comprehend on time...

© karivinga 2026  — do not translate, copy/steal my works .ᐟ

[karivinga]

Cama fic with reader and him accidentally revealing their relationship. Maybe at a game and he hugs & kisses her in the tunnel where all the cameras are rolling.

— CAUGHT ❤︎

football imagines ౨ৎ

synopsis: cama accidentally exposes your relationship

𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡: @luckycrystal @dixheuresdix 

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eduardo camavinga x shy!reader — fluff, soft launch ?

a/n: i might change this story up slightly

 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 

it's been a while since the match ended with real madrid winning 2-1 at the bernabéu. you were still waiting for your boyfriend to come out of the tunnel – surprisingly, the match ended at 6:00 today which means you're still able to hangout out with eduardo to get starbucks for the evening.

nobody knows anything about you guys' relationship since you guys have kept it private for a while — trying to avoid the public eye.

a few minutes later, eduardo finally comes out of the tunnel waving at a few fans who were congratulating the frenchman, making his way towards you as soon as he sees you present by the stands.

"hey." he mumbles to your neck tiredly.

"hey, you did great out there.", you say brushing a few of his locs aside as he wraps an arm around your waist, smiling faintly.

"you ready?"

"yeah." he lets go of your waist for a moment and intertwines his fingers with yours — making sure you didn't leave his side. how clingy.

as soon as the 2 of you receive your starbucks orders, you both headed outside the store to the streets — while you handed eduardo over his drink.

he smirks for a moment and gives you a small peck on the lips — as if he was trying to say “thank you”.

you blushed nervously as he pulls you closer slightly against his chest.

"you're so clingy love!!"

he rolled his eyes not giving 2 fucks. "so what?" hands now slid gently to your neck as he pulled you into a slow passionate kiss

click. click. click!!

and that was the first time your relationship made headlines, not realising paparazzi being present.

my first exam is tomorrow in the afternoon but, i wanted to get this request over with because why not and i'm gonna be gone for a while. thank you guys so much for supporting me – including the times i wasn't able to write due to personal issues. i'm sorry that i'm not able to have the time to finish off requests but please spam my inbox if you can, i'll check them once i'm back.🤍

© karivinga 2026  — do not translate, copy/steal my works .ᐟ

[ryuhsn-blog]

Busted

             busted: your character will catch mine doing                                 something they shouldn’t.

    parties. almost every guy in their twenties loved to go clubbing and have some fun without having to worry about the world and its’ issues. of course, hason was one of them as well. however, it wasn’t just an ordinary night out this time. for once, the rather shy male met up with some kids a little younger than him who were totally cool to hang out with. they ordered shots, drank fancy drinks and played games a normal human being only plays when being under something stronger than water. danced, listened to good music and somehow he ended up going to the after party one of the guys had set up for that group of theirs. 

time flew by faster than any of them even realized. drinks kept getting down their throats as the night went on and slowly welcomed the upcoming sunrise. most of the people blacked out all over the small studio apartment that was covered in good, empty bottles and clothes. what was a good night with friends without at least one of them getting naked, right? but hason wasn’t the one to sleep. maybe that’s why his hangovers were always the worst - he stayed up till the next day and went on for as long as his energy lasted. 

                                             “what are you doing?”

bored. that’s what the male was while waiting for someone to wake up and keep him company. little did he know that he wasn’t the only one awake anymore && going through other people’s stuff clearly wasn’t a wise thing to do. yet still, that’s what he did to cure that boredom of his, the toxic still lingering in his body.

“me? nothing--”, he started off by letting go of that strange backpack, trying hard to cover up the fact that he was going through every single part of it like it was his own. “--i was just.., i think- this is not mine, right? mine looks exactly like this though.” excuses. he didn’t even have a bag with him. “so.., i assume this is yours”, he continued soon after, offering the stranger a kind smile, standing up from the floor as carefully as he could - trying his best not to fall. “i’m sorry, man, i really thought it was mine.”

[ryuhsn-blog]

Murder; for the drabble thing.

             murder: i’ll write my character killing yours.

                           “listen.., you really should not be here right now.”

that was what he said with his hands trying to gather up all the pills that were spread out on the wooden floor of his apartment. drugs. illegal drugs that could send a person into prison without a doubt. hason knew the risks of his job, but like his father taught him 

                                             never let a living soul get in the way. 

but it was too late. there she was with a phone in her hand, her mouth wide open as the reality kicked in. hundreds of boxes filled with the most unusual drugs out there - the ones his father’s company sold behind the public’s back each and every day. the amount of money they got out of it was unbelievable and even though he wasn’t working for that reason, he knew he would have to protect all the hard work his family had put into the business. she could not call the police, it would be the end of them both.

“i know you don’t like me, you never did and i owe you an apology–”, the male started speaking again after a painfully long silence, letting the pills fall out of his hands back to the box where they belonged to. he was trying to act calm, move slowly and not make her do anything stupid. it was a simple phone call away, the disaster. he needed to make her stop. no matter what happened, the police could not find out. “–and you think getting your revenge on me this way will send me into the hell on earth && i would suffer forever. but this, everything you see right now, is not just about me”, he spoke out softly, his face displaying a blank expression. the dark colored eyes of his were looking around, trying to spot something he could grab onto and use - when the timing was right. 

the only thing accompanying hason during the lonely nights of sorting out boxes were bottles of wine. there was so many he couldn’t even count them with the fingers on his hands. it was lame in his opinion; getting a glass bottle to use it against a woman, but he had no other way. she would call the cops, he knew she would. no matter what he would say or promise - she would not change her mind. 

                         “well i’m sorry, but i’m gonna have to send you to the real hell.” 

and so he grabbed one of the glass objects, hitting it against the wall to get it broken. the voice of broken glass falling to the ground made him cringe. it wasn’t his first time killing someone, but it surely was his least favorite way. “again, i’m sorry-”, he whispered before grabbing her wrist, his rough actions making her lose the phone she had on her small hand. the older one tugged her into his arms, raising the sharp object up before it met up with her skin. the way it dug into her flesh made everything seem so.., easy. as much as she tried to fight back, as soon as he let his arms fall off of her body, jihyun fell to the ground. the blood was mixing up with the wine that came out of the now broken bottle, making it all look like a massive mess. and that’s exactly what it was. a mess hason never intended to happen.

[devinctxs-blog]

                        'What makes people sad?'

                                       'Loneliness can sometimes make people sad.'

                         'Are you sad?' 

                                      'Of course not, Ruben. I have you.' 

Memories often played on repeat. Black and white pictures with sparse moments of static would move around the area, replaying the pain that created this Hell. Outside eyes sometimes viewed these scenes, but none of them ever lived to tell tales of what they saw. 

                        'Different parts of the brain control different emotions.'                          Ruben read out loud, and Laura nodded her head as                          she listened to him. 'That's correct according to the                          textbook, yes.' She had already learned what was in                          the book he was holding. Not all of it, but she did recall                         her tutor going over the different parts of the human                         brain. 

                        'That means there is a part that can control sadness,                          right?' He knew the answer was yes, and Laura's nod                          confirmed it thoroughly. 'Mhm, and another part controls                          happiness, just as one area can control anger.' Maybe                           her brain didn't have that anger. Ruben couldn't recall a                          moment where Laura had ever shown any signs of negative                          emotion. It made him wonder if she was ever sad... 

                         'What makes people sad?' 

                          Laura looked over at him, a gentle hand reaching over to                            brush his blonde hair away from his eyes. 'Loneliness can                           sometimes make people sad.' Odd how she was so specific                           with her answer. It made him move closer to her and lean                            in thoughtfully. He never showed such concern over anyone                           else. Only her. 

                          'Are you sad?' If she was, he wanted to fix it. He wanted to                             take away all of her sadness. 

                            Laura only chuckled, shaking her head as she closed her                             book to wrap an arm around her brother, pulling him in                              for a warm embrace. 'Of course not, Ruben, I have you.'