#enjoy everyone. i cannot believe you all like this sm

[atomikats]

come eat kids, i made more modern au

bonus info

ace and sabo were both polisci majors (sabo bc he was actually interested, ace bc he got a basketball scholarship and figured he’d just tag along)

asl bros were all raised at dadan’s foster home, then moved out to an apartment together

yamato didn’t attend university and trained to be a pro basketball player

the whitebeards team is run by edward “whitebeard” newgate, a retired pro who treats all his players like family

ace used to attend all of jinbe’s office hours. first because he was failing, then because he started to respect jinbe’s philosophies and additional content

[kitten4sannie]

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ʜᴀᴛᴇ ꜱᴇx/ʜᴀɪʀ ᴘᴜʟʟɪɴɢ ➠ ꜱᴇᴏɴɢʜᴡᴀ

pairing: seasoned model! seonghwa x newcomer model! reader (fem) x models! woosan feat. director! hongjoong

genres: modeling au, smut

summary: walking for this season’s collection means everything to you, and you’re not about to let anyone get in the way, especially not a man who’s dead set on taking your place, no matter how insanely pretty he may be.

w.c: 4.8k

warnings: everyone’s an asshole here lol, use of drugs/alcohol, dom! seonghwa, bratty sub! reader, dom-ish poly! woosan, usage of the word ‘mommy’, mutual masturbation in the back of a limo, handjobs, tension, name calling/pet names, degradation/praise, brat taming, manhandling, choking, thigh grinding, kissing, brief spit play, hair pulling, marking, nasty hate sex in a club bathroom, creampie, brief breeding/bulge kink

a/n: i wanted to write like 10k words for this fic bc modeling aus just make me lose it fsr esp when ateez is involved 🧎🏻‍♀️maybe i will one day <3 i had sm fun with this one arrghhh!! alsoooo i can’t believe there’s only one more story left to share with you all like huhh ??? 😺time flies man ;~; anyways please enjoy xx

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Modeling, for some, was about being a part of something bigger than them — the head-turning brands, the constant development of fashion and what was considered to be hot and new, the runways, the avant-garde collections, the hazy after parties that supplied them with drugs, alcohol, and sex. All the excess, the gaudiness of it all, kept your cohorts going, kept them content, kept them chained to the modeling world, all the while they scratched at their pearl-adorned necks and begged for more. 

All of that was fun, sure, but what kept you on your hands and knees, what fueled you to continue dragging yourself up through the ranks, what gave you the strength to bow down and service executive after executive, what propelled you to treat your body like the ultimate temple, was the glory. The moment you were up on that stage, basking in the blood and tear soaked limelight, cameras flashing, rendering you blind, your dear director’s arm hooked securely around your waist, your perfect face ready to be displayed on every magazine cover; that’s why you sacrificed everything. That’s why you gave all of yourself to the fashion beast — let it consume you whole, spit you out, and mold you into something they wanted. And you weren’t about to let anyone get in the way. 

On the way to your esteemed director’s latest show, you let your mind go blank in the back of the spacious limousine, resting your half-empty glass of champagne in between your legs, not paying any mind to the boisterous conversation your modeling friends were having from either side of you until one of them suddenly grabbed onto your arm and tugged on it.

“Hey, baby, you’re gonna want to hold onto your tits…” San, your best friend since your first real shoot, warned you, before popping a few pills into his mouth and downing them with some sparkling champagne. 

“Why? What’s going on?” you asked concernedly, not ready for anything bad to happen on your big night. 

“Look at this…” Wooyoung, your ride-or-die, who was a part of the package deal when you initially met San, spoke up beside you, leaning across the padded seat to show you something on his phone. 

You took a slow sip from your glass, your eyes studying the large, obnoxious headline that sat at the top of the celebrity news article, having to cover your mouth to keep yourself from spraying champagne all over.

Fashion Icon Park Seonghwa Joins Kim Hongjoong’s Spring Collection Due to Last Minute Inspiration 

You started to read more of the article but you felt sick to your stomach with the way they were giving Seonghwa that Samsung spin cycle sloppy toppy 9000 through their embellished wording. “This cannot be happening…Tell me this is a joke!” you gasped, grabbing onto Wooyoung’s silk sleeve and San’s leather-bound pants, pleading with both of them with your teary eyes. “If he’s going to be there, everything will be fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.” 

“Everything will be fine, doll.” Wooyoung pressed his plump, glossy lips to your cheek and lips, trying to calm you down, running his fingers through your hair. “Just relax for me…”

Your rigid body slowly began to relax, leaning further into the kisses he gave you, almost forgetting around your second counterpart, until he placed a gloved hand around your upper thigh and squeezed it, causing you to face him. “Sannie…” 

“I’m sure you’ll still be the center of attention, baby.” San continued to rub your thigh, his hand moving further and further up your bare leg, compelling you to look down at the logo engraved on his expensive glove until it disappeared underneath your tiny skirt. “I mean, look at you,” he continued in a low tone, giving you a perverse smile, motioning to the tight, sleek black designer dress you were wearing, one that Director Kim himself created for you, his star pupil. 

“He’s right, doll,” Wooyoung agreed, bringing his pinky up to his nose to snort something powdery, before leaning over to kiss you on the neck, his own hand making its way to your other thigh, pulling it open just as San did, their fingers slipping up and down your bare cunt from underneath your skirt. “You’ll always be everyone’s favorite…Our favorite too.” 

You basked in your modeling friends’ depraved attentiveness like you always seemed to do, all three of you just drinking in the pleasing sight of one another, your hands rubbing over their hardening cocks through their expensive clothing, eventually finding your way underneath it, much to their enjoyment. 

With one hand around each of their cocks, you jerked them off with frightening accuracy, knowing when to squeeze around their glistening cockheads and what vein to rub at with your thumbs to make them whimper and whine in your ears, using their leaking pre-cum to lube them up. “Aww, does that feel good? Are you two going to cum just for me?” 

“Yes, Mommy,” Wooyoung let slip out in a shaky breath, his wrist starting to cramp up from how hard he was finger-fucking you, leaving messy kisses across your collarbone. 

“Gonna cum for my favorite girl,” San exhaled into your pierced ear, pinching his gloved fingers tightly around your clit, watching you spasm with a smirk on his flushed face, his pretty pink lips forming an ‘o’ as soon as his cock began to throb. 

All three of you began to shudder and jolt against each other and the leather seats behind you, finishing your typical pre-modeling ritual with a much needed, drug-enhanced orgasm. 

Once San and Wooyoung began to fix their clothes and hair using their phone cameras, taking a few pictures of themselves to capture their alluring afterglows, you reached forward to knock on the partition that separated you and the driver.

The window slowly rolled down, bringing you face to face with the seasoned driver. “We’re just around the corner to the venue, Miss.” His eyes widened slightly when you held your hands up in front of him, his soft, jovial expression forming one of shock. 

“Napkins, please,” you requested softly with a cordial smile, as if you didn’t have your friends’ cum dripping along your manicured fingers down to your 24k gold bracelets. 

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“If Director Kim gives the final walk to Seonghwa, I’m going to kill him…” you hissed through gritted teeth, not able to look directly at Wooyoung or San when you spoke, instead having to look upwards so that the makeup artist could properly run their brush along your lash line. 

“Director Kim or Seonghwa?” San perused, immediately sucking in his cheeks a bit, the person in front of him brushing more contour along his already sharpened cheekbones. 

“Seonghwa…that beautiful prick…” Your eyebrows furrowed together, picturing the irritatingly gorgeous man in your mind’s eye with your eyes closed shut. “I swear to god if he takes what’s mine, I’ll…” 

“You’ll what?” you heard someone say in a silky smooth voice, one that made your heart just about burst out of your chest. “What is the pretty little new girl going to do, besides talk shit behind my back, hm?” 

You opened your eyes just in time to see Seonghwa standing behind you in the mirror with one hand on his hip and the other swishing around some bubbly alcohol inside a champagne flute, his infamously piercing gaze settled entirely on you, your jaw practically on the floor. 

“Face crack of the century…” Wooyoung whispered to San, the both of them grabbing onto each other and flipping out, waiting impatiently to witness what was about to go down between two of Director Kim’s most prized possessions. 

Seonghwa carefully ran his ringed fingers through his hair, taking a few steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it somewhat roughly, looking down at you like you were the mouse he had just pinned underneath his claws. “Is this what they consider to be hot these days?” he grimaced, eyeing you up and down, running a finger along your jaw, knowing exactly how he’d get under your skin. “Times certainly have changed…” 

You suddenly stood up and got in Seonghwa’s face, your stilettos giving you enough leverage to almost meet your sworn enemy at eye-level, pressing a finger into his chest plate through his perfectly tailored, button-up blouse. “You may be one of the hottest people in here, but you’re old news, Seonghwa. The only reason you’re considered an icon is because of Director Kim’s influence, okay? Let’s not kid ourselves.” Noticing the way Seonghwa’s face flinched, you knew you struck a nerve. Now it was time to deliver the final blow. 

Seonghwa’s hand clenched tightly around his glass, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. He took a step closer to you, so close now that his breath hit your chin. “You better watch your fucking mouth…” 

Your friends let out silent screams, hardly able to let the makeup artists do their jobs with the way they were shaking each other. A few other models had stopped in their places to figure out why there was suddenly so much tension in their beloved workplace, their eyes on the both of you, whispering amongst one another. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head to the side, ready to project your own insecurities onto Seonghwa for the sake of making him look so bad, he would hopefully decide to just storm out. “Why are you so mad, Seonghwa?” You reached up to run your fingers through his silky, wavy hair, giving him a fake pout. “Is it because everyone knows that the only reason you got into this show is because you let the director fuck you like all those times before? We’ve all seen the photos, you know. They got leaked everywhere.” 

It wasn’t until Seonghwa threw a full glass of champagne on you, that everyone around you let out an even bigger gasp. Your hair was wet and sticky, your mascara began to trickle down your contorted face, and worst of all, the outfit you were going to wear down the runway in a few minutes was completely ruined. Filled with a sudden sense of hatred that bordered arousal, you grabbed Seonghwa by the collar, tugging him toward you, your lips almost touching. “You…fucking…cu–” 

“Oh, sweetie…” Seonghwa reached his hand up to caress your cheek with an odd gentleness, smearing his thumb down your cheek just to ruin you a little more. “There’s no need to be jealous of me. It’s okay that you’ll never be Hongjoong’s favorite.” He gave you a sweet smile, one that was so angelic, you almost missed the devilish look in his eyes, his thumb now pressing into your bottom lip. “No matter what you do, no matter how much executive cock you suck, you’ll never be me. Accept it and you’ll be less angry…You’ll have less wrinkles too.”

It was just then that the director himself came strolling up with a few members of his frantic entourage, gasping in horror at your disheveled appearance. “Y/N, jesus, what on earth have you done to yourself, darling?” Hongjoong pulled at your sleeves and parts of your garments, tsking every now and then, absolutely appalled with your appearance. “There’s no way in hell you’re walking down my runway like that.” 

“Director, please, I haven’t even gotten a chance to walk in tonight’s collection yet!” You shook your head adamantly, getting drops of water onto Hongjoong’s pristine clothes, causing him to grab your shoulders and squeeze them, giving you a look that made you shut up and accept defeat. For now. 

Hongjoong turned to Seonghwa, his grimace being replaced by a radiant smile, reaching up to twirl a lock of the model’s shiny hair in between two fingers. “I can’t have problems like these in the middle of my show…Take over Y/N’s place for me, will you, sweetheart?” 

Seonghwa gently grabbed Hongjoong’s wrist and pressed a kiss onto his knuckles, leaving a lipstick print behind. “Anything for you, darling.” 

Hongjoong blushed and walked away with Seonghwa, his entourage following close behind them, fawning over them in a way that made your blood boil. That should’ve been you, not Seonghwa, not someone who already had their chance in the limelight. 

“Y/N, are you okay after… all that?” Wooyoung asked softly, rubbing your shoulder, frowning a bit at the small nod you gave him.

“Yeah, that was brutal to watch…” San mentioned, getting smacked in the shoulder by Wooyoung, pausing to give him a look, before bringing up a cloth to dab it against your dripping face. “You’ll bounce back from this, baby, don’t worry.” 

After a few moments of silence, you suddenly pulled the both of them closer to you. “I’m going to be the final one walking down that runway, if it’s the last thing I do.” You leaned in to press a kiss onto both of their lips, looking up at them with big, teary eyes, your bottom lip jutting out.  “You’ll help me, won’t you?” 

Your friends gulped and looked at each other for the consensus, then back at you, their pretty faces full of the same mischievous tenacity you displayed. 

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Seonghwa never felt more alive than when he walked down the long, lit-up runway, sashaying his way to the end of it and doing a small elegant turn to the side, smiling ever so softly at the sounds of cheers and clapping coming from the vast crowd, their phones flashing as they eagerly captured the moment and posted it to their socials, most definitely gushing over Seonghwa’s beauty combined with his director’s creative vision, his body swathed in form-fitting, eye-catching cloth. Knowing he took that moment from the bratty newcomer and got to savor it all to himself was simply the cherry on top. 

Even when he made his way backstage and sat down to have his hair and makeup redone, the buzz didn’t seem to leave him. The attention didn’t seem to either, his eyes flitting to the side when he began to tune into Wooyoung and San’s conversation as soon as he became the topic. 

“Talk to him already,” Wooyoung encouraged, pushing on San’s broad shoulder to get him to move. “You wanna fuck him or not?” 

“I’m too shyyy,” San whined obnoxiously, giving his best friend a pout, before covering his face. 

“Oh my god, I’ll fuck him then.” Wooyoung casually moved his chair over to Seonghwa, draping one of his hands over the seasoned model’s thighs once he sat down again. “I couldn’t help but notice how incredibly hot you were when you put Y/N in her place earlier…It made me want a turn.” 

“Is that so?” Seonghwa studied Wooyoung’s enticing features, his gaze settling on the mole that graced his glossy lips. “What exactly got you all hot and bothered?” 

Meanwhile, San meekly sat down on the other side of Seonghwa, gently pressing one hand into the older man’s thigh like he was making biscuits. “For me, it was when you threw the champagne in her face…That got me hard…” 

Seonghwa turned to look at San, nodding at his pretty, feline-like face with approval, before his chin was grabbed by Wooyoung, his fingers pressing into his cheeks. “For me, it was when you called her out for being a whore…All I could think about was you making me your whore instead…” 

“Me first,” San whined, leaning on Seonghwa’s shoulder, trying to pull Seonghwa’s attention from Wooyoung, who gave him the evil eye. 

“You cum too fast, San. He should fuck me first,” Wooyoung countered, smiling smugly, wrapping a lock of Seonghwa’s hair around his finger. “I’m versatile, by the way. We can do whatever you want to, baby.” 

“Mm, tell me more…” Seonghwa requested, bringing his arms back and around both of their shoulders, enjoying the feeling of being fawned over by two extremely attractive models who seemed to be competing over his attention. Of course they would be. He was an icon. 

At this point, the makeup and hair stylist had wandered off to take care of the other models, not having nearly enough time to care about Seonghwa’s current quest in getting his dick wet. 

Your plan had all been riding on whether Seonghwa would be self-serving or not, and much to your relief, you spotted him whispering things into the ears of your friends from across the large room, taking the opportunity to fit yourself into the black form-fitting blazer that was matched with a simple black trouser, a few silver necklaces hanging from your exposed collarbone. As it was made for Seonghwa at the last second, the blazer had nothing underneath it, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. It was explicit, to say the least. You already knew in your heart that your director would love it. 

And, just like that, Hongjoong came back around the corner with a coffee cup in hand. Upon seeing you, he gasped loudly, stopping dramatically in his tracks, taking a long swig from his cup and handing it off to one of the nameless people next to him, causing everyone around him to look at you, including Seonghwa and your partners in crime. “Darling. Look. At. You.” 

“Do you like it, Director?” you asked softly, running one of your fingers along the perfectly stitched lining of your breast pocket. 

Hongjoong stood in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders, letting them slowly slide down the sides of your arms, his eyes surveying your perfect form, unable to take his eyes off of your exposed chest. “This is going to turn heads…This is…going to change everything,” Hongjoong sighed out, dollar signs in his eyes and inspiration pouring out of his very soul. He suddenly turned you to face the crowd of people, clutching your shoulders, ready to shed a tear. “Do you see this, everyone? We are witnessing a new era in fashion occur in front of our very eyes. Out with the old, in with the new.” 

Your director continued on with his inspiring, soul-gripping speech, which resulted in a sea of tears and a wave of applause from your roused colleagues — yet you couldn’t hear a single thing. All you could focus on was the way Seonghwa’s dark eyes bored into you, his lips screwed into a deep grimace, his fingers gripping his chair so tightly he left indents. He was just waiting for the moment he could tear you apart. And for some odd reason, you welcomed it with open arms as you walked past him with your dear director’s arm hooked around your waist, blowing him a kiss on your way to the main stage to be on display for everyone to see the collection’s final jaw-dropping look. 

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“Y/N, baby, you’re trending!” San exclaimed loudly, having to raise his voice so you could hear him over the loud, thumping music that was blasting through the club’s speakers, repositioning himself on the large leather couch you all sat on. He kept his arm securely around Wooyoung’s waist, leaning across him to show you countless posts that showcased you strutting down the runway.

Wooyoung squeezed your shoulder, taking a drink from his glass, giggling to himself. “I think at least five million people have seen your tits already.” 

“And, here’s to five million more,” you mused, holding your own glass up to clink it against Wooyoung’s and San’s, and a couple other drunk models that sat around the VIP lounge. After you downed your drink, you got up, wobbling a bit. “I have to piss. I’ll be right back.” 

“Hurry back, okay? We have to take more celebratory shots!” San shouted at you as he watched you give him an ‘okay’ sign, before you disappeared into the large, sweaty crowd. 

Little did you know, a cat and mouse game had begun inside that overcrowded club, your trek to a bathroom that didn’t already have someone pissing or fucking inside it no longer a solo adventure. Seonghwa weaved in between patrons, following close behind you, his dark gaze alone deterring anyone from trying to stop him and get in his pants. 

It was when you found a lone, empty bathroom that he knew it was his time to strike, to teach you a much needed lesson, to show you who was really on top. 

You barely had a chance to check the current state of your makeup when Seonghwa came barging in, pinning you to one of the sinks before you could catch your breath. “S-Seonghwa? What are you doing here?” 

“Don’t act surprised now, you slut,” Seonghwa spat, shoving one of his thighs in between yours, his high heel clicking lightly against the tile floor below. He leaned in so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You thought you could beat me, yeah? Thought you could parade around like a whore and take my place? Take what’s rightfully mine?” 

The more you tried to resist him, the more he shoved his thigh into your barely clothed core, the friction causing a small gasp to leave your lips. Not wanting to give in, you reached up to caress the huffing man’s cheek, smiling sweetly up at him. “Oh, sweetie, is this about Hongjoong? Are you upset that you can taste my wet cunt on his cock when you suck him off?” 

Seonghwa suddenly grabbed you by the throat, his grip just tight enough to make your head go fuzzy, leaning in just close enough that his lips ghosted over yours, chuckling lightly at the strained moan that escaped your parted lips. “You’re such a goddamn brat…Why is that? Is it because you want me to put you in your place, Y/N?” 

At this point in time, you were so wet, you were actively leaving a wet patch on Seonghwa’s expensive suede pants, unable to keep more sounds of pleasure from bubbling out of your tight throat when Seonghwa grabbed your hip with his free hand and began to actively drag your cunt across his thigh, able to feel his straining cock pressing into your heat.

“Answer my question, whore…Or are you that empty-headed already? Got cock on the brain?” Seonghwa questioned, hooking his fingers into the hem of your pants and pulling them off of you, not surprised to see your cunt in all its glistening glory, positioning you back onto his thigh so that you could eagerly grind yourself along it.

“Please fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me, Seonghwa,” you asked in between breaths, holding desperately onto his shoulders, incidentally pulling his thin blazer from his shoulders, revealing his perfect, glowing skin underneath. 

“I do hate you. I hate your fucking guts,” Seonghwa growled, suddenly ripping your blouse completely open, grabbing and groping at your tits, squeezing your nipples roughly between his ringed fingers. 

“Then rearrange them,” you growled back, grabbing either side of his jaw, the both of you meeting in the middle, your heated kiss consisting more of teeth and tongue than anything else. 

Seonghwa lifted you up onto the sink, fumbling with his designer belt, encouraging you to reach down and help him pull it off for him, feeling his heavy cock drop into your hands. He groaned into your open mouth when you began to jerk him off, breaking the rough kiss to begin attacking your neck, making sure he left you with pretty purple bruises on your sensitive skin. 

“Fuck, Seonghwa…” you moaned, hooking your thighs around his impossibly slim waist, feeling him starting to rub the length of his cock across your aching cunt, the pronounced ridge of his cockhead repeatedly hooking onto your clit. “Do you have a condom?”  

Seonghwa shook his head, cementing one hand around your waist, guiding the head of his cock into your tight entrance, your inner walls straining to take someone of his size inside. “You’re going to take my cock like a good slut, yeah? Going to let me fuck you raw, aren’t you?” 

“Nnngh, n-no one fucks me raw, not even Hongjoong,” you whimpered pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him impossibly close, unable to do anything but take Seonghwa’s hot, pulsing length inside you inch by inch, about to melt into a puddle by the time he was fully sheathed inside you. 

“Well, aren’t I a lucky man?” Seonghwa purred softly into your ear, just as he began bucking his hips up into you, reaching up to create a makeshift ponytail with your hair, tugging it each time he brought you down onto his cock, unable to keep himself from letting out a few breathy laughs of pure satisfaction, due to watching you completely fall apart inside his arms. “You like this, brat? No one’s fucked you on their cock like this, have they? No one’s ever treated you like the shameless cum dump you are. What a shame…” 

“S-eong-hwa…!” you gasped, unable to speak with the way your breath was getting punched out of you each time the furious model slammed himself back into you, swearing he was going to bruise your cervix with such rough treatment — and you couldn’t have been wetter. “Please…!”

“Please, what? No, you know what? I don’t even want to hear what you have to say. Now, open your fucking mouth,” Seonghwa grunted in between brutal thrusts, reaching up in between your sweaty, disheveled bodies to force your jaw open, sending a wad of spit directly down your throat, feeling your cunt clench around him when he did. “Oh, you like that? Of course you do.” 

“Aaah,” you whined, letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, feeling almost completely blissed out when Seonghwa sent another wad of saliva onto your tongue, the both of you watching it drip down, before you swallowed it. “Gonna cum…” 

“Course you are, you pathetic little cock slut…” Seonghwa reached down to rub his thumb roughly against your clit, still pounding into you with so much vigor, he had to time his breathing so that he didn’t get too lightheaded, routinely blowing wet locks of hair out of his focused eyes. “I’m going to cum too…going to fill this whore cunt with my load. Fill you up so deep, I’ll knock you up…I’ll own you…” 

It was then that you began to cry, holding onto Seonghwa so tightly your fingers cramped up, your lower half cramping up in a similar fashion, feeling your warm arousal soak the both of you, allowing Seonghwa to slip in and out of you even easier than before. “Cum…inside…make me yours, Seonghwa…” you whispered, finally submitting to the man that you had been fighting with for who knows how long, about to willingly let him pump a baby into you.

If only your friends could see you now. They’d probably livestream it and give the audience a play by play from the sidelines, those sick fucks. You loved them for it. 

“Hey, eyes on me. Don’t fade out just yet, not while your tight little slut hole is milking me dry,” Seonghwa mumbled against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip to catch your attention. He slid out fully and slipped back in one more time, holding you completely still, letting out groan after groan as he pumped his cum into you, not stopping until every last drop made it into your womb. He grabbed your hand and pressed it to your heaving abdomen, making you feel the pouch he created inside you, giving you butterflies from the sensation. “Feel that, Y/N? That’s the proof of my ownership. You’re no longer a mindless slut for just anyone’s cock, are you?” 

“No…” you murmured, shaking your head, so dizzy from being fucked into submission that you simply leaned forward and rested your head against his heated shoulder. “I’m yours, Seonghwa…” 

Seonghwa felt a sudden swell of pride inside his chest, his brain and body tingling with pleasure, like he was back on stage again, surrounded by a crowd of people that praised him, that so desperately wanted what he had to offer. He hugged you close, pressing his lips against your ear, his lips forming a soft smile. “Say that again.” 

You smiled into Seonghwa’s neck, almost not wanting to let go of him, an unfamiliar warmth that rudely accompanied your hatred now present within your chest. “Now, let’s not get carried away.” 

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Mizu realising she's in love/a lesbian [Headcanons!!]

(A/N: I feel like this is like... already a given but please remember that these are HEADCANONS!! She does not have a canon sexuality. And I know it's mostly the lesbians who haven taken over the show but my content is available for everyone to see and I wanted to remind everyone that I am not going to tolerate slander or trash talking because of a personal opinion. You are entitled to your thoughts and I am entitled to mine.)

Possible TWs!!: Mentions of sex and sexual encounters, M*kio (you cannot stop me from putting this man as a warning I hate him sm), Canon typical violence, Racisim, Homophobia, Mysogyny (did I spell that right??)

Firstly I wanna address her relationship with Mikio in order to fully understand my headcanons.

Personally I do not believe that Mizu actually "loved" Mikio in the romantic sense. She thought she was in love, but in the end it wasn't.

Speaking as someone with a lot of personal trauma regarding relationships myself I realised that I couldn't differentiate between romantic and platonic love. Basically, for me, all I saw was that someone was treating me nicely for once and now I'm attached to them. And for the longest time I thought that was what love was.

And I think Mizu experienced something similar.

Basically, when Mikio treated her like a fucking human being she was like "oh, hey this is nice. This is weird, but it's nice. So I guess I'm in love, right?"

Like, no, baby. You aren't. That's just called emotional trauma.

That's also why she thought she was straight for the longest time because she genuinely cannot tell when she likes someone romantically.

As I often restate it'll take a while for her to fully understand the extent of her emotions, but she'll get there.

Now onto the fluffier stuff :))

~~~

How does she realise she's in love? What's her reaction to it?

I think she gets hit with the realisation as if it were a train crashing into her.

It's just a normal evening, she's probably at a ramen shop with her future S/O with her and then as she's taking a bite of her ramen she looks over at you and thinks: "Huh... I wonder what it would be like if I got to hold them?"

And then it's just a record scratch moment for her where she's like wtf where did that come from.

It's either just normal domestic moment like I mentioned or her future S/O sparring with her (which may or not freak her out bc of the fucking Mikio incident).

But when Mizu successfully pins her S/O down they just laugh and smile, knowing Mizu would never hurt them on purpose.

That made Mizu's heart flutter more than anything Mikio had ever done for her.

She's going to be in denial about it for a long time. Like... a really, really long time. Cue the "but we're just friends"!

How does she react when she realises she's into girls?

Due to the internalized homophobia instilled within her as a child and other such thoughts she starts to think she may be going crazy.

She'll start to pull away out of fear, not truly understanding her emotions.

Which, of course, will hurt her future S/O and cause them to worry.

Seeing her future S/O so distraught kind of triggers something in her. She realises that there's nothing inherently wrong with her, that she's still a person and the person she likes is still a person and that there shouldn't be anything wrong with liking her S/O. She also just didn't like seeing you worry over her, it hurt her more than any blade that she's been stabbed with.

Now onto her actual physical attraction.

Once the whole emotional side of it is somewhat sorted in her mind she finds herself not so subtly staring at her S/O's tatas.

She doesn't strike me as someone with high libido or anything despite what I've seen a lot of headcanons say. But I think shes the kind of lover to enjoy getting her S/O off a lottttt

I don't believe she was ever really attracted to Mikio sexually but seeing her S/O's kimono slip off their shoulder to reveal some titty has her red and hot.

She likes that it's soft. She really likes the softness of her S/O's body.

~~~

(A/N: That's all!! I feel like I was terribly self-indulgent with this one but there are a lot of aspects in which I relate to Mizu with. Which is probably why I care a lot about representing her correctly. As usual, feel free to comment or send asks to my inbox!! I hope y'all enjoyed <33)

[chelseeebe]

maneater.

summary: you’d garnered a reputation for yourself at hawkins high. steve harrington is curious to know if there’s any truth to their claims.

i literally love this sm so hope u enjoy x

read part two here. | read part three here.

‘nah man, i’ve heard she’s fucked.. like everyone,’ tommy mumbles, leaning over to steve.

‘shut up, you’re bullshitting,’ steve nudges his friend, eyes firmly on you as you find a seat in the cafeteria.

‘you do whatever it is you wanna do, but don’t say i didn’t warn you,’ his friend pushes, now also looking over at you.

‘yeah i will, and then we’ll see,’ steve stands from his seat, shoving his friend in the back as he walks over to you.

he slides into the seat opposite, leaning forward across the table.

you continue eating, attempting to continue the conversation with your friend, not bothering to glance up at the boy.

he clears his throat in an attempt to garner your attention.

you roll your eyes, appeasing the boy and looking up at him. he smiles in response.

‘hello,’ he grins, brown eyes boring into yours.

‘hello,’ you look up at the boy, a slight smile on your lips. if he was going to try, you may as well play up to it.

you knew exactly why he was at your table, to see if the rumours were true. if you truly were what everyone said you are.

‘how are you?’ he smirks.

‘oh, i’m great, how are you?’ your friends begin to notice your conversation with steve. he had his own reputation around hawkins high, one not too dissimilar to yours.

in fact, half of the girls sat around the table could attest to that.

‘we’ll i’m better now i’m speaking to you, how’d you you like to come to a little party at my house tomorrow?’ he raises his eyebrow, the smirk on his face unmistakeable.

‘hmmm,’ the sarcastic sound leaves your lips, ‘i’ll think about it.’

steve unfortunately doesn’t pick up on your sarcastic tone, ‘well, starts at seven, mill avenue, you’ll know which house it is,’ he winks, standing up from your table.

‘okay,’ you give him a small wave, the side of your mouth twisting into a sardonic smile.

he saunters off towards his original table, grinning, believing that he’d had the upper hand in your conversation.

‘you’re not actually going, are you?’ your friend, emily snorts.

‘i might, could be fun,’ you shrug. his intentions were obvious, but hey, why not play him at his own game?

_

you knock on the large polished door, music blaring from the other side.

‘i cannot believe you’ve dragged me here,’ jessica chortles. you’d convinced her to just come with you, at the very least it’s free booze and an entertaining evening watching the student’s of hawkins high embarrass themselves.

the door swings open as steve hangs off of the frame, ‘y/n! i thought you’d bailed on me.. come in,’ he opens the door further, ushering the pair of you inside.

you turn back to jessica, pressing your lips into a small smirk as you follow steve into his living room.

you recognise almost everybody milling around his house, bottles of alcohol littered the room.

‘do you girls want a drink?’ he places his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into the kitchen.

‘we’d love one, thank you steve,’ blinking up at him, you can see him falter at the use of his name.

it was almost too easy.

he pulls away from you, grabbing two bottles and handing them to you and jessica.

your fingers purposefully brush his, as you stare up into his eyes.

if you weren’t already gripping the bottle, it would have smashed all over his kitchen floor.

his breath hitches, it was usually easy enough for him to get girls, but god you were just eating it up.

jessica rolls her eyes, walking back into the living room.

‘let’s play a game,’ you grab his hand, pulling him towards the crowded room.

-

you’re ten rounds deep into truth or dare, however many drinks downed. steve sat next to you on the couch, his arm resting on the back.

he leans over to whisper in your ear, ‘this is boring, why don’t i show you my room?’

you have to stop yourself from rolling your eyes, how many girls had that genuinely worked on?

‘sure, lead the way,’ you place the beer bottle down, flashing jessica a look. not that it lands, she was at in the lap of one of steve’s basketball buddies.

he stands up, offering his hand out to you. you accept, of course, and let him guide you upstairs into his bedroom.

‘oh wow, your room is huge,’ it was a genuine exclamation, it was evident his family had money but his room alone was almost the size of your entire house.

‘yeah, it’s nice but it’s lonely sometimes, big room all to myself..’ he closes the door behind you, sidling over to his bed and sitting on the edge.

‘mmm i bet,’ you raise your eyebrows, walking over to the bed.

his hands grip to your waist, pulling your body in between his legs. staring up at you through his long eyelashes.

you giggle, placing your hands on his shoulders as his hands wander down to your ass. the mini-skirt you’d chosen was suddenly not the best idea.

you weren’t expecting to find him so attractive, the way his pink lips fall apart at the feel of your ass. his dark eyes stuck on you. his large hands cold on your skin as they trace the lacy waistband of your underwear.

‘god, you’re so..’ he squeezes your ass, bottom lip now between his teeth.

‘hmm? soo..?’ egging him to finish the sentence.

‘sexy, so sexy,’ he murmurs.

‘oh really?’ you respond with a shove to his shoulders, pushing him back onto the bed as you clamber onto the bed, knees either side of his waist.

he swallows, hands finding your hips again.

you bend down, your hand cups his face as you kiss his full lips. his eyes flicker shut and you can’t help but smirk against his mouth.

he groans into the kiss, relieved to finally break the distance.

his tongue slides across your bottom lip, asking, or begging, for permission to enter.

you pull away from this kiss, forcing a mumbled complaint out of his mouth.

‘mm mmm,’ you tap your finger on his chest, shaking your head.

‘why?’ he whines, scowling up at you.

‘take your shirt off,’ you pull at the hem, signalling him to remove it.

there’s a pause, but steve does as you say, yanking the black shirt off and onto the floor.

you gaze down at his chest, it wasn’t the first time you’d seen it thanks to his obnoxious celebrating at basketball games but up close it was hairier than what you’d seen from the bleachers.

you trace your hand down, his breath becoming heavier. his hips instinctively buck up against yours, his growing bulge becoming apparent.

you climb off of his lap, and kneel on the bed next to him. he jolts upwards, fingers attempting to grip onto your thigh.

‘what- what are you doing?’

‘i know what you want, what you’re expecting,’ you lean in closer to his face, ‘but i wanna hear you beg for it,’ biting your bottom lip.

‘h-huh?’ he stutters, taken aback at the direction. he’d never not been the dominant one in the bedroom, this was brand new territory for him.

‘beg for it, if you want it so bad,’ your hand slides down to his clothed bulge, brushing over the area.

‘f-fuck,’ his breath catches in his throat, face still inches from yours.

‘hmm?’ you lightly rub his cock through his jeans, watching as his lips part and his eyes struggle to stay on yours.

‘shit.. i-i want you, i wanna fuck you,’ he whimpers, grinding his hips up towards your hand, creating the contact you were denying.

‘do you? show me, steve,’ you whisper, hovering your lips over his. your fingers playing with his belt buckle as you continue to palm him through his jeans.

‘oh.. my god, please y/n, i’m begging,’ he pants, his arms struggling to hold himself up.

you bite your lip, he looked so hot whining and begging for you to touch him. you were somewhat of a master at getting men to crumble at your will.

it turned you on to know that they were such a mess because of you. the wetness in your underwear evidence of that.

‘please, just.. fuck,’ he sighs, becoming utterly desperate.

you unbuckle his belt, slowly, making sure to brush your hand against his tented jeans.

it was much more fun to do things agonisingly slow, watching him wriggle under your touch.

he licks his lips in anticipation, now able to look at you once again.

you pop the button of his jeans, beaten by his hand as he yanks them down past his thighs, alongside his boxers as his cock springs up, hitting his stomach.

the rumours were true, his dick really was massive. you’d heard stories about how he’d practically ripped one of the cheerleaders apart but you hadn’t actually believed it.

you straddle his thighs, hands on his chest as his hands fumble with the hem of your crop-top, lifting it over your head.

‘jesus christ,’ he exclaims at your bare chest, as you’d purposefully worn no bra tonight.

you hadn’t really expected to fuck him tonight, usually opting to drag it out. maybe a kiss tonight, a blow job the next but now you were sat on his lap, staring down at the flustered boy.

‘fuck, baby please, i need to feel you,’ his fingers dig into your waist, waiting, begging for your touch.

‘yeah? is that right?’ you reach down to his cock, beginning to pump your hand along his length.

he growls, thrusting his hips between your hand.

you slide your other hand up his chest towards his neck, smirking at the power you had over him.

or so you thought, his grip on your waist tightens as he decides he’s had enough, flipping you over onto the mattress now towering above you.

‘i’m not playing your little game anymore,’ his eyes dark with lust as one hand tugs your skirt up past your waist in turn pulling your already soaked underwear down your legs.

you bite your bottom lip, not used to not being in control. men were normally on their knees to follow your instructions, basically drooling at being under your control.

he brings his face close to yours, leaving kisses down your jaw as he positions himself at your slick entrance.

‘i’m not..’ he slides into you, ‘your bitch,’ his hand finds your neck, squeezing gently as his hips slam against yours.

‘shit,’ you wrap your legs around his waist, encouraging his thrusts, holding onto his forearm as his grip tightens.

steve finds his rhythm, balls slapping against your thighs as your fingernails dig into his arm. mouth agape as his breath becomes laboured.

‘you got that?’ his hand leaves your neck, now planted beside your head as he begins to lose his balance.

you can’t even reply, a throaty moan leaving your lips in place of words, legs squeeze around his waist as the coil tightens in your stomach.

his thrusts become sloppy, mouth nibbling along your jaw, mumbling profanities as he comes undone above you.

‘oh steve, fuck,’ your legs tremble as you cum onto his cock, walls clenching around him.

the sight of your orgasm causes him to collapse on top of you, emptying himself into you as your name tumbles out of his mouth over and over.

he rolls over next to you, trying to catch his breath.

‘christ that was.. insane,’ he turns his head to look over to you, pulling his blanket over your sweaty bodies.

you chuckle, ‘i think you liked not being charge,’ you tease, reaching over to grab his discarded shirt.

‘mmm, still had to show you who was boss though,’ his arms folded behind his head.

‘yeah sure, that’s what that was,’ you lean back into his pillow.

this was about the time you’d usually get up and leave, no interest in sappy pillow talk yet you were still here.

in fact, you end up falling asleep in his bed, mid mumbling about some something or other. steve’s arm wrapped around your waist as he listens to your sleepy ramble.

-

you wake at the light beginning to peak through the dark blinds, blinking in confusion at the sound of soft snores next to you.

you were at steve’s house.

his arm is draped over your midriff, sleeping soundly besides you. 

you peel his arm off of you, sliding out of the bed and tiptoeing around the room collecting your clothes.

his shirt still draped over your body as you creep out of the large house, past the evidence of the party you’d both snuck away from.

your mind flashes to jessica, you’d left her alone, completely neglecting any thoughts of your friend in the heat of the moment.

you’ll make it up to her on monday, your only priority being to get away from this house.

sneaking into your house is difficult, your mom is a light sleeper so you carefully traipse up the stairs and into the comfort of your own room.

you had never ever fallen asleep after a hook up before. you weren’t concerned with getting to know someone, or dating or whatever slushy thing they wanted to do with you.

so why were you sound asleep in steve harrington’s bed, of all people?

-

monday is tough, having to grovel with jessica to forgive you.

she’s not that upset with you, your disappearance meant she caught a ride with the hunky basketball player and they were going on a date on friday.

steve is trying his hardest to make eye contact with you, glaring at you across the classroom. and at lunch, his eyes stare daggers into you from his table.

you can just about hear tommy mocking steve, ‘i told you bro! she’s a maneater, you’re not special.’

and you don’t look in his direction once, staring straight ahead, becoming so thoroughly interested in your friends conversation.

it’s driving him crazy that you won’t even look at him. he’s never had that happen with a girl before, normally they’d be hanging off of his arm the next day, hoping for a date or another chance to fuck.

he’d play along for a little while, entertaining their thoughts, promising dates that would never come to fruition. all until he found the next girl to conquer.

but you, you wouldn’t even give him the time of day.

-

the bell rings to signal the end of the day,

you’re unfazed as you can hear someone, steve, calling your name as you walk through the hallway.

his footsteps grow closer as he bounds up to you.

he slams your body back against the locker, causing a loud clattering sound as his body presses up against yours.

passing students turn to stare, shocked at the sight of you and steve harrington.

‘jesus christ,’ you look up at him, his arms now encasing you in this makeshift locker prison.

‘what the fuck? you can’t even look at me?’ he grumbles, his expression had softened at the sight of your eyes looking up at him like that. it was the one thing he’d been praying for all day.

‘i didn’t see you, surprisingly i don’t look out for you, steve,’ you lie. you’d seen him in your peripheral staring at you, all damn day.

‘why’d you leave?’

‘because i didn’t fancy getting murdered by my mom,’ you blink at him through your lashes, pouting your lips.

‘right, well if you’d of stayed.. i was gonna ask you on a date,’ his hand leaves the locker, now resting on your jaw as his thumb toys with your bottom lip.

‘hmm, only if i stayed? that’s a shame,’ you quip back, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

‘well no.. the offer is still there,’ he says smugly.

he thinks he’s got you exactly where he wanted you and you couldn’t have that.

‘i’ll think about it,’ you grin, shoving past his arm and down the hallway.

you strut out of the school, knowing the exact, dumbfounded look that was on his face.

[mochiimadness]

hi 👋🏽 can I please request some hcs for Leo & Donnie (individually) with an S/O who’s a sea monster (like from the movie Luca)??

Sorry for the long wait! Hope you enjoy ^^

I love sea monster characters sm

Rise! Leo and Donnie (separately!) with a sea monster S/O!

Neon Leon

Leo thinks your sea monster form is amazing!

Especially if you have hair

You're telling him not only can you have wonderful locks-

It also turns into frills/scales?!

He will always stare in awe during your transformations

Or as he says

"Trans-mer-ations- eh, eh??? Get it? Like a mer-"

We get it, Leo.

Makes a ton of sea related puns

"Huh, something seems fishy here, and I don't mean you, S/O." *Wink*

If you like the puns, good for you! He'll make a ton!

If you don't, he legally cannot stop in accordance to the laws of the universe, sorry.

Just kidding!

He will stop if the jokes make you uncomfortable, don't worry ^^

He's also amazed at just how much faster you are in the water

Your tail looks beautiful but it packs a punch!

Leo leaps back when you slam your tail into an incoming angry yokai

They go flying

Literally gets sent past multiple buildings

And you??

You just turn back around with a smile like it was nothing

"How- you just- Woah!"

You've rendered him speechless, congrats!

He's thoroughly impressed.

Although he doesn't absolutely love the water,

He still enjoys it!

He likes to go swimming with you

And since he's a turtle, he can stay underwater with you for quite a while!

While underwater, he loves to do the red eared slider flutter motion

This means he'll gently tap his hands to the sides of your face

It's his way of saying he loves and appreciates you!

You two will also have mini competitions to see who could do the most tricks in the water

You usually win these,

Using your tail to help propel yourself into high flips

Kind of like a dolphin!

Leo still puts up a good fight though!

You both have a whale of a time

Don Tron

When Donnie first met you he double- no, triple checked his scanners because he couldn't believe his eyes

You're an actual sea monster!?

This is a scientific breakthrough!

He's absolutely fascinated with you

With you permission,

He takes down notes and runs tests on you

"How do your scales disappear? Are they still there but just a different color?? Where does your tail go????"

While you may not have all the answers, you still do your best to help ^^

He genuinely thinks your sea monster form is cool!

He's not that surprised at your strength

But he still finds it amazing

You just tipped over an entire boat like it was nothing!

"That deserves at least 80 cool points."

He actually has a tally of how many cool/scary/rad points everyone has

As a soft shelled turtle,

He feels at home in the water

Absolutely loves to go swimming with you

It's one of his favorite past times!

While he may not have a strong tail like you,

He's actually able to keep up decently well with you!

You both often have races and set up under water obstacle courses

You two compete so often, it's actually become a sort of challenge in the lair

The fam will place bets on who will win this time

Donnie does construct some water proof tech to help out,

And in return you get to pull out all the stops and swim without needing to hold back

"Loser has to buy pizza for a month!"

"Oh you're on!"

Hello! I hope you enjoyed. Sorry for the super long wait!

[weneeya]

Hiii ! Hope you doing amazing ! Could you write a Reader x Itto, where Itto keep loosing some scarabutto battle and other to everyone and he start to get frustated so to cheer him up we decide to play against him (probably at hide and seek and let him win)

So frustrated

fluff with Itto

hello there! thank u sm for ur request, it's so silly and adorable omg I love it! hope you'll enjoy it <3 feel free to request, the box is still open :)

Itto was always happy, the type of guy to be cheerful all the time and to let nothing bring him down, or at least almost everything. He was in a good mood most of the time and people, especially children, loved him for that. But today was apparently too much for him. 

He kept losing again and again during those scarabuttos’ fights, and even if it was against his dear friends, Itto started to have enough. His smile was slowly disappearing everytime he was losing another fight, and soon he didn’t seem to have fun anymore. It was so frustrating ! Why cannot he win for once? 

You were here, cheering for him even though he wasn't winning a single time. But you kept going, not wanting to give up on him. Until he came closer to you, with frustration obviously readable on his face. 

“Stop it, it’s useless. I’m such a loser…” he said, eyes looking down on the ground. You frowned slightly when you saw him. No, there was no way you would let this sweet boy think that he was a loser! You looked at the other people being here, mostly children, asking them to leave without a word. Soon, you and Itto were completely alone. 

“Come on Itto, let’s play something together, mh?” You offered, and he didn’t even answer, playing with a rock on the floor. He really was such a big baby. You put a hand on his arm, a smile on your lips. 

“What about… hide & seek? Go hide!” You pushed him slightly and, even if he didn’t seem very thrilled by the idea, he left to go hide somewhere. You faced a tree, starting to count out loud, very slowly so he would have the time to hide. When you finally turned around, saying that you were coming for him, you couldn’t believe it. 

Itto was very obviously behind this rock. You could see his horns from above, and you thought that a child would be better than him at hiding. But your plan was to make him feel better, and nothing would go between you and your plan. 

“Itto? Ittoooo? Where are you?” You started to shout, acting like you couldn’t see him at all. You started to walk everywhere except near that rock, exaggerating about the fact that he was so well hidden. You stopped close to the tree where you had previously counted, hands on your hips. 

“Fine, you won! I can’t find you!” And in a minute, he was standing, all smiley. He laughed before he came closer to you. He put his hand on your shoulder, his smile shining like the sun itself. 

“Haha! Guess I’m stronger at hide & seek,” he said, crossing his arms on his chest. Itto started blabbering about how strong he was, acting all proud like he wasn’t so frustrated ten minutes ago. But you couldn’t do anything else than stare at him with a smile. 

You were so fond of him, even though he was probably the stupidest man you’ve ever met. In fact, maybe it was part of his charm ; or at least, what made you fall for him all those months ago.

itto is the himbo of all the himbo I love him sm stupid cutie boy

[wonwooslibrary]

in other words, i love you | ksy

member: soonyoung x gn!reader genre: fluff, light angst, roommates!au, 4+1 things, dance student!soonyoung, student!reader, technically college!au but it's not mentioned word count: 2009 summary: four times you jokingly confess to soonyoung, and the one time he seriously confesses to you. warnings: swearing, an argument, a couple loving shoulder smacks bc i think they're cute, mentions of food/eating, y/n bullies soonyoung but it's all loving don't worry! author's note: i finished this after months instead of writing the wonwoo birthday thing that i'm supposed to post in like ten days lmao oops but a big shout out to @kthpurplesyou for beta reading this for me!! bee, i love u sm you've become such a good friend of mine over the past couple months !! i love all your writing and aaaa ur just amazing thank you !!! i am now on my way to work so have a wonderful day everyone & enjoy some short soonyoung fluff <3

The First. 

What is one thing that everyone wishes was free all the time? Of course, it’s food, and you were definitely someone who loved free food. So, when you saw the new ramen and boba place in the local mall was open, you were convinced. Your goal for today: get Soonyoung to pay for your lunch..

“Soonie, you love me, don’t you?” you questioned your best friend, tugging a bit on his sleeve. 

“I cannot believe you even had to ask that! Of course I do!” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a quick, but meaningful hug. 

“Okay so, if you love me like you say you do…” your voice droned on. “You should totally take me to the new boba shop. Please!” you held out the end of the word, begging the man.

Soonyoung looked away from you and moved his gaze to the ceiling of the store before he sighed. 

Exhaling loudly, he grabbed your hand and walked with you towards the restaurant. You quickly cheered with the hand that wasn’t in Soonyoung's. 

After arriving and ordering, you picked an empty booth to sit in as you both waited for your order number to be called.

"Thanks for paying, Soonie." 

Soonyoung smiled, his teeth showing. "You're welcome, I-" He was interrupted by the sound of their order number being called. 

Soonyoung stood up. "I'll grab them." 

“Are you sure? It might be a lot for you to carry by yourself,” you tried to stand up to help. “Let me help you.” 

Soonyoung put his hand on your right shoulder and lightly pushed you to sit down again. “It’s fine, I got it.” 

Coming back to the table from the second (and last) trip to get their food, Soonyoung sat back down across from you, making quick work of taking his wooden chopsticks apart. 

Immediately picking up your boba, you began swinging your legs a bit before speaking with a bright smile. 

"Soonieee!" 

Lifting his head up from his rice to look at you, Soonyoung smiled brightly. "Yeah?" 

"I love you," you took another sip of your tea. "And boba. I think I love boba more though." 

Soonyoung laughed. "I'm starting to think that you like the boba more than my friendship."

The Second. 

“Hey Y/N, do you want to do something today?” 

Looking up from your novel, you focused your gaze on Soonyoung. “It depends. Where do you want to go?” 

“They opened a new arcade down the street from that bookstore you really like. I wanted to check it out sometime, so I was just thinking that you could  join me.” 

You smiled. “Of course I’ll go with you Soon! Give me like ten minutes to get ready?” You gestured to the pajamas that you were currently lounging in. 

“Of course! I’m so excited!” Soonyoung sprinted off back to his room, most likely preparing the most ridiculous outfit imaginable. 

You shook your head and got up from the couch after placing the receipt-bookmark on the page before closing the novel. 

After getting dressed and grabbing a quick snack from the kitchen, you sat and waited patiently for Soonyoung, who sprinted down the stairs and stumbled about half way through, tripping a bit and catching himself on the wall. 

Of course, as one does when their best friend almost faceplants, you laugh. “Good going. You should do that again so I can record it.” 

Soonyoung, peeling himself from the wall, gave you an exasperated look. “Ha ha ha,” he walked into the kitchen. “Very funny.” 

You looked up at him. “You’re right. It was.” 

Soonyoung smacked your shoulder lightly before grabbing his keys off the counter. “You ready to go?” 

“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go.” 

About twenty minutes later, you learned that you should never agree to going to an arcade with Soonyoung. You watched from the sidelines, sweating, as he absolutely demolished the DDR machine he found in the corner of the small inner-city arcade. 

Winning another round (and yet again breaking the highest score), Soonyoung got off the arrow-covered platform and walked to where you were sitting. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to challenge me again? I can go easy on you!” Soonyoung smiled, his gums showing. 

Laughing loudly, you argued with the man. “If you think I’m getting back on that,” you looked at the platform in disgust. “Thing, you’re absolutely insane. I love you so damn much Soonyoung, but you can’t pay me to get back on that.” 

Soonyoung scoffed. “It’s not that hard!”  “I’m sure you don’t think it is!”

The Third. 

The first thing you noticed after the countless minutes of sitting in this brightly lit room was that it was hot. You were leaning against the wall, phone on a tripod focused on Soonyoung’s movements in the wall-length mirror. 

“Soonyoung!” you whined. Across the large room, Soonyoung looked up from the ground, his thoughts interrupted. 

“Yeah?” 

“Is there no air conditioning here? Like come on, it’s a dance practice room! Do they expect their dancers to die from heat every day?” 

Soonyoung smiled, “They’re working on fixing it right now. Something broke somewhere in the building so now the whole floor is not getting AC.” 

“That’s awful. Terrible. A crime to humanity!”

“Yeah, tell me about it. I'm here every day. Though, they said it should be done within the next couple of days, so don’t worry about it.” 

Soonyoung begins the music again, and he begins dancing his routine, movements sharp and well crafted. But, as Soonyoung dances, the temperature of the room increases, and there is only so much a couple of revolving fans can do. 

When Soonyoung is done dancing, he turns to face you. “How was that?” 

You nodded and clapped. “It was amazing! Though, I’m dying. You’re lucky I love you, otherwise I would have left an hour ago.” 

Soonyoung smiled. “But you like the dance? I’ve been working on it for a while and I really just want to be done with it.” 

“Yeah! It’s amazing. You know that every dance you do is going to be perfect by the end of it! You’re incredibly talented!” 

“Thanks, Y/N. Let’s go back before you melt into a puddle that I have to mop up off the floor.” 

“We both know if that happened, you’d be making Chan mop the floor. There’s no way you’d do it yourself.”

The Fourth. 

The movie that was playing at full volume on Soonyoung’s TV was not your first choice, and you made that extremely clear to Soonyoung as you both sat next to each other on the couch for your weekly movie night. 

“I just don’t understand why you’d want to watch a horror movie when you know that you’re going to be more scared than the characters on the damn TV!” you argued to your best friend. 

“Oh, come on you scaredy cat! It’s not going to be too bad! Jihoon said this one wasn’t that bad!” 

Wrapping yourself in the blanket Soonyoung kept on the couch, you refuted the statement. “There is a 99 percent chance that Jihoon was saying that just to fuck with you in hopes you get so scared you call him crying so he can laugh at you.” 

Soonyoung thought about your statement for a second before wrapping his arm around you. “Okay, while you do have a point there,” he began, “I don’t think Jihoon hates me that much!” 

“While he might not hate you that much, he doesn’t love you like I do---of course he’d pull a useless prank on you like that.” Once the words came out of your mouth, you could feel your heart start beating faster at the words you just said. It feels…different, somehow. 

“Of course! He can’t love me nearly as much as you do!” Soonyoung yays, hugging you and rubbing his hair into your cheek.

Grimacing, you complain, “Okay, okay, please get your greasy hair off of my face.” Placing one of your hands on Soonyoung’s hairline, you push him away. 

Soonyoung lets go of the hug and leans to the other direction, pouting. “Y/N doesn’t love me anymore!”

The One. 

“Soonyoung! Did you seriously?” you mutter to yourself. After a long day in classes and stressing about the endless amount of assignments you have to do, the last thing you wanted was to come home to the shared apartment and see piles of dirty dishes by the sink. Of course, it wasn’t only the dishes that upset you: the living room was a mess of snack wrappers and empty water bottles and the TV was still on, the sleep screen lighting up the living room. The couch and coffee table were both pushed out of the way to create Soonyoung’s mini dance studio in the living room. 

“Kwon Soonyoung! Where are you?” you yelled up the stairs. 

Soonyoung peeked his head out of his bedroom door to see you halfway up the stairs. “Hey. What’s up?”

“Did you forget to do something?” Soonyoung tilted his head, thinking. 

“I don’t think I forgot to do anything? Why?”

“The sink is filled with dishes! Didn’t you say you were going to stop doing that? And the living room is a mess! None of the furniture is put back and there are wrappers everywhere! You promised that you wouldn’t leave stuff around all the time!” you angrily tell your best friend off. 

“I’m sorry! I forgot about it, I’ll go clean everything right now!” Soonyoung came out of his room and headed towards the stairs. 

“No, it's fine. I got it, just-” you sighed heavily. “Actually remember to do your chores next time, and put the living room back together.” With that, you walked back down the stairs to the kitchen, but Soonyoung was hot on your tail. 

“It’s not fine! The dishes were my chore and it’s my mess in the living room, just- move and I’ll do it.” Soonyoung began cleaning the dishes out of the sink in order to fill it with water. 

You tilted your head down to the floor, eyes watering. The angry reaction you had was finally hitting you, making you feel terrible about yelling at your best friend. 

“I’m sorry for yelling at you, Soon.” You wiped a tear off your face. “I really d-didn’t mean to. I've just had an awful day and I didn’t think about what I was doing or saying.” 

Soonyoung turned to face you, hands covered in suds. “Y/N, it’s fine. Please don’t cry,” he wiped his hands on the closest towel to him before wrapping his hands around your upper arms and making eye contact. 

“I promise everything is fine -- you were right to yell at me, because I did promise you I would stop doing these things. I love you, Y/N, more than anything, and that doesn’t stop just because you told me off for something.” 

Your eyes widened as Soonyoung kept talking. This action led Soonyoung to make a similar face, finally realizing what he said. 

“You…love me? That much?” you questioned in a meek voice, still wide-eyed. 

Soonyoung’s cheeks turned red and he looked away before whispering a small, “Yeah, I do.” 

When he finally looked back at you, he smiled. “Yeah,” he spoke louder. “I didn’t mean to say it in this context,” He looked around quickly. “But I guess now is better than never.” 

The dried tears on your cheeks begin to stiffen, but it doesn’t stop you from smiling as widely as physically possible. “I love you too, Soonie.” 

You wrapped your arms around your best friend newfound lover, tightly squeezing. Of course, Soonyoung hugged you back. 

You both quickly pulled apart when two voices scared you. 

“Soonyoung? Are you guys done making out in the middle of the kitchen?” 

“Hi, Y/N!” 

Turning around, you saw Soonyoung’s friends, Seungkwan and Seokmin. 

“Hi guys,” you began. “I guess that explains the living room being a mess?” you ask Soonyoung. 

He nods, laughing a bit. “Yeah.”

You smile. Of course. 

[inchidentally]

https://www.tumblr.com/piastrisms/737179590052675584?source=share

I seriously still can't believe Oscar said that! It's not normal to say something like that to your teammate. Oh, how can I be normal about them if they do this. Jesus, they. They give me an unprecedented feeling that I cannot describe.

like this is seriously one of those glimpses behind the curtain - this whole little interview was really and I cannot get over how they kept directing the answers to each other and changing based on just a look from the other and ???? it's such comfortable laid back behavior for guys who've only known each other for a bit over half a year. they're not at all loud or fidgety or trying for the cameras and goddd yes bc

Oscar getting that idgaf you're all here to watch Lando be cute and pretty let's just cut straight to it bc I understand. there's something so intensely hot about how his default approach to generic media responsibilities is to show off Lando and roll with whatever he wants... idk it's like in fic when the character puts a hand on the other person's lower back without realizing it and it's like proud but also a little possessive. 'enjoy your time with him. I'm around him most of the year and he's already comfortable with me. jealous?'

like he's absolutely loving playing up the 'oh you make my life so difficult' knowing it'll make Lando beam brighter than the sun behind him and wriggle around on his seat bc Oscar will "keep him happy"

that's their thing and their thing only - Oscar is low energy but indulgent and Lando is buzzing with energy and loves being indulged in everything

and for a guy who spent 8 years with a distanced crush how cocky must he feel that he now has special ways of communicating and unique dynamics with that crush like how much did it make him puff up when McLaren extended his contract and Lando has him wound around his little finger

also !! McLaren sm and honestly everyone needs to give up on the gimmicks and stick to just throwing personality quiz questions at Lando and Oscar bc the best part of their dynamic is when they just casually talk and not when they're being roped into silly gags

[egonspenglerishot]

sjsndbd you can keep sending me asks i literally do not mind them i love your ideas sm. you're actually helping with muse it's insane.

But since you insist, i had an idea in mind, and then i forgot, and then i saw your reblog and remembered again so !!

could i possibly get another egon x reader (i literally love egon i am not sorry about this) where the reader is a little bit religiously traumatized and they have a call there, but they physically cannot step into the church bc 1) their family went to this church, and 2) everything is coming back after almost forgetting about everything so egon has to comfort them.

Sorry if that's a little dark but that's me being angsty 💀

*rubs hands together* I also have religious trauma so les goooo

“I promise you’re okay Dove”

Egon Spengler x Reader

Warnings: angst, religious trauma, r@pe

Panic set in even before you’d gotten into the Ecto 1. The call you’d received was from a church, the Catholic Church to be precise. The one your parents attended when you were young. Egon knew you didn’t like churches somewhat but he thought it was just because you were a scientist and you didn’t believe the stupid bible stories.

You took your meds and got into the Ecto 1 all kitted up and ready. As Ray pulled up to the church your stomach did flips and suddenly you were back to your 7 year old self.

You were only young, seven years old nearly 8. Your parents were taking you to Easter service at the church near your apartment. You were dressed up in a pretty blue dress with a little bow at the back and your hair curled. You never understood why exactly this was so important but you enjoyed the free chocolate.

Of course you’d never worn a dress of this style to church. It came to your knees and was very poofy and femme. The dresses you usually wore were ankle length, and a peachy colour. You didn’t argue though because good girls never argued. As you approached the church the pastor was welcoming everyone, and though you nor your parents saw, he was eyeing you up.

You sat beside your parents and swung your little legs as the ceremony began. You were old enough to volunteer with the little show they put on and let kids get involved with. Of course you begged your parents and it didn’t take much for them to allow you to. The service itself went smoothly, afterward while children were allowed to play outside on the clear patch of grass and adults were sat around picnic tables talking, the pastor called you over into the church. He told you that you looked very pretty in your dress and that he knew God intended you to find a man soon.

This confused you because you were only 7 and boys were so blehhhhh. But you just nodded and smiled and turned to leave. The pastor asked you if you could show him your stockings because they looked so pretty and you foolishly agreed. You thought nothing of it and never mentioned it to your parents. And that’s how it continued every Easter service up until you were 15 and finishing up school.

He tried to get you to strip, going as far as to drag you into the confessional booth and rip your dress. Without going into to much depth he had his way with you and only after you were able to escape and run out screaming and crying. Your dress was in shreds, you were a mess makeup running down your cheeks, and all your parents said was, “you shouldn’t have been tempting him with how short your dress was”

You hadn’t moved from your seat in the Ecto one for a good five minutes, tears were streaming down your cheeks your breathing heavy. Egon told the others to go ahead and he would catch up. They agreed and he waited for you to calm down and come back to the real world. They had things in the car for if Egon ever had a panic attack. He grabbed a sugary drink and something sour for you and that helped you come back to the present.

He held your hand gently and you looked at him. His heart broke seeing how upset you looked. “It’s okay now my dove, I promise you it’s okay Dove”

When the ghost was contained and you were safely in Egons baggy clothes in his bed swaddled up with your favorite drink and snacks Egon put his favorite music on and worked on some paperwork at the desk inside the bedroom. Not even Venkman had cracked a joke about the church, and that was rare.

[lostinvasileios]

thank you sm! i was so scared for a second because i really enjoy your content lol. but, can i ask you this and im sorry if its too much to answer. do you think jesus would still love me if i was lgbt?

Of course! You're very welcome, I'm glad you enjoy my content, honeybee. ₊ ⊹☼

Oh, dear, of course. I know it's a very very rough topic to discuss, but I believe no deity is going to discriminate against their devotees for anything like that. Yeshua, Jesus, YHWH, or anyone in between are all very complex deities. Like any other deity. Nobody can or cannot tell you that a deity would not love you for ____ or ____ because they cannot speak for that deity and you. They will not judge you for loving who you love, being who you are, because you are worthy of their love, you're worthy of their time and attention, regardless of what anyone tells you.

Here's my advice, sweetpea. Don't let anybody's beliefs interfere with yours. Find what makes you feel loved, safe, appreciated, and seen, and stick with it. Grow confident in it. You don't need other devotees of your deity in your practice. You don't need other peoples opinions on you and your relationship with your god. Because it's yours.

Love who you love, be and dress how you want, everything will go into its place eventually. Enjoy your journey with your god(s) and see where it takes you. Everyone is capable of being fully and entirely loved by the divine. Including you. I believe no deity will judge or have ill intent for you for you simply being you, they see our souls, our hearts and intentions, ect. That's what matters to them. No matter what anybody says, you are loved. You are wanted and you are heard. You're not going to be left behind, and you are not forgotten by the divine. 🌷🤍⋆｡°✩

[rabbitenn]

Hii I read your last momo x reader and loved it so if it’s alright, could I request a romantic scenario about momo and the reader who had been an aspiring musician trying their best to reconnect with each other after momo ghosted them when becoming an idol? Maybe they used to date in the past and grew apart after momo discovered Re:Vale. I’m sorry if this is too specific I’m just in need of an angst to fluff😭🤍

RE: CONNECT.

In the end, it was always you and him.

ft. Sunohara Momose x gn! reader.

cw/genre: angst to fluff, romance. alcohol consumption (kids, don’t drink; adults, drink responsibly !).

hey lovely ! thank you sm for requesting and reading my other momo fic, I’m very happy you enjoyed that one <3 and omg don’t apologize, I really like this idea, we all love some good old angst to fluff hehe ~ I hope I managed to write this according to your expectations, dear 🩷 I’m very sorry for the long wait :((

Momo can’t really believe his eyes right now.

Of all places, this night bar was certainly not where he would have expected to find you again.

Not many people fill the worn out tables of the small local, the dimly lit stage casting you in yellow light.

Why were you here of all places?

You belonged in huge arenas, colored lights moving and changing with the notes you strummed on your guitar.

And yet, no matter how small the venue, everyone went silent the moment you started to play, your voice accompanying the melody your fingers strummed.

For the minutes you’re up there, Momo’s mind goes back five years, when he was just a college student with his soccer dreams shattered, and you were there to pick up the pieces, gluing them back together with the notes of your guitar.

He remembers, how you wanted to pursue a career in music… were your dreams scattered to the wind too, the moment he suddenly disappeared on you?

The music stops.

Momo takes a sip of his beer, almost choking on it in the process.

In the half light, your eyes meet.

—

This can’t be happening.

This really cannot be real.

Why now and why here?

Why is Sunohara Momose, your ex, who you have only seen on stage for the last five years, suddenly in front of you?

Well, is he even your ex, seeing how you didn’t exactly properly break up?

He just disappeared one day. No new texts, no new calls, nothing.

You were heartbroken, and really thought something had happened to him. Until one day, you saw Re:vale perform again.

And Momo was there.

You can’t let yourself show vulnerability now, however, so you keep walking towards him.

Why? You don’t really know, you don’t really think, but next thing you know you’re standing in front of him.

“Hey, [Y/n]… long time no see…” Your ex-boyfriend greets, awkwardly.

He hasn’t changed much, and the little differences aren’t new to you either, you’ve been seeing him on tv, on magazines, ads.

Everywhere except by your side.

You still hate yourself a little for thinking how cute he looks with pink on his cheeks, his sharp canines showing through his shy smile.

You loved that about him.

How he could brighten any room with his cheerfulness, but he could also get so bashful.

Maybe you still do love that about him.

Because as much as resentment and bitterness at his ‘disappearance’ found their way into your heart like a poisonous seed, you find yourself shifting back into old ways.

“Too long, hasn’t it?” Is your answer.

Your lips curve up into a sad smile, as you order a drink from a passing waiter, perhaps just to break the awkward silence.

“Yeah…” Momo mumbles, fuchsia eyes looking to the side. His hands tighten around his own beer, knuckles going white. He glances in your direction, just to find you already staring at the floor, not quite knowing how to carry a conversation that’s been put on hold for half a decade.

Your drink arrives. You nurse it for some moments, it’s larger than you had expected… but oh well, you might need the liquid courage anyway if you’re really here, sitting with someone who… well it’s complicated, you don’t know what he is to you right now.

As your lips graze the rim of the glass, Momo can’t help but reminisce in the way he used to feel them on his own, your hands in his hair, his around your waist….

No, he cannot linger on it now.

That’s over.

And it’s his fault.

He notices your guitar case, propped by your side.

“So, you still play?” He ventures. ‘Stupid’, he chides himself afterwards, ‘you’ve heard them play just now.’

However, his statement of the obvious is met with a sweet smile on your part, then shifting into something more woeful.

“Yeah… I do… It’s just… I was never able to… well, succeed…” You hang your head, hair falling in front of your face.

Momo’s eyes widen, either at your confession or at your state, he’s not entirely sure.

Probably at both.

But this isn’t good. He remembers all too clearly what happened the last time you got drunk.

He doesn’t want to see you getting sick again…

So, with a temptative motion, the idol reaches for your glass.

“[Y/n]…” He winces when he utters your name now. Just your name, not the cute pet names he used to come up with for you. “I think you’ve had enough…” Your ex-lover’s hand brushes yours when he tries to retrieve your glass.

“No!” You pout, dragging the drink back towards you.

“Come on, [Y/n], you’ll feel sick afterwards if you keep this up.” Momo tries, brows knitting together in concern.

“Won’t…” You slur, pulling your glass closer towards you, throwing your head back as you down its remaining contents in one go.

This would be a long night.

—

Effectively, after a while, you feel nauseous.

All you can register is the grey concrete of a dim lit street and walls covered in shadow.

And the feel of someone holding your hair back.

Your legs are going to give out from under you… this is bad… wasn’t someone telling you not to drink this much moments ago?

You should have listened.

Where is he now?

“Momo…” You mumble weakly, as you feel your vision going dark and all strength leaving you.

You never hit the floor.

Arms that used to hold you every night support you, your face against a shoulder that feels warm and comforting…

Maybe you’re delirious, or maybe you’d been longing for this feeling for too many years.

“Missed you…” Are your last words before your consciousness abandons you.

“Rest now, baby…” Momo whispers, a tinge of sadness in his voice, in his smile, as he hooks one arm under your knees, the other, around your shoulders.

—

You come to on a bed that feels both familiar and unknown.

Daylight pricks painfully against your bleary eyes the moment you push your covers away.

This t-shirt… you don’t remember having worn it in so long… You just know it belongs to someone you used to love, the print on its front from a band you used to listen to.

“Good that you’re awake…” A familiar voice utters nearby, its tone soft and full of concern.

A gasp leaves your lips when your eyes meet vibrant pink irises.

You suddenly sit up straight, pulling the covers closer around you.

You bring a hand to your head, the abrupt move clearly not good for your hangover.

“M-Momo?” You ask, as you look around and realize that, yes, this is, in fact, not your house.

“Good morning.” He smiles awkwardly, those damned small fangs too cute. “You… uh… were pretty drunk last night…”

Heat rises to your cheeks as memories of the pub come back to you, the too-big-beer and the fact you didn’t drink often, a deadly combination.

“I’m sorry for imposing.” You say, going to get up, realizing you’re not wearing any pants, the oversized t-shirt stopping just where your thighs begin. “I… where are my clothes?”

“I washed them, they should be dry by now.” Your host explains.

Wow, he went and washed them and all, when you know how he isn’t the best at keeping up with laundry.

“Uh… could you… bring them… I’m going to get changed and leave.”

“Are you sure you feel okay?” Those puppy eyes and that tone. They almost make you reconsider.

“I shouldn’t be here to begin with.” You let out. Then you click your tongue at yourself, realizing how ungrateful your statement sounded. “I mean, thank you for having cared for me, but I’ve caused you enough trouble.”

Your ex’s expression darkens, as he turns on his heel, retrieving your clothes from the bathroom.

You get dressed in a rush, pick up your belongings, and are out of his doorstep before things can get more awkward.

Momo stays there, back leaning against the door you just closed between you, wondering, is there a second chance for you two?

What he doesn’t know yet is that you’ll come knocking on his door soon enough.

You find out as soon as you get to your apartment complex, though, the elevator mirror showing back an oversized t-shirt that’s definitely not yours.

—

Why are you wearing your best clothes, and why are you fussing over whether your hair looks good enough and your makeup is alright, you can’t fully understand.

This is not some date, and even if it was, or rather, back when it could have been, it’s not like he hasn’t seen you with no makeup, sweats and messy hair.

You take a deep breath, before ringing his doorbell, hands clinging to the bag that contains the reason for this visit.

“Yeah? Who is it?” His voice comes from the other side of the intercom, and the stupid thought of wondering if you look decent through its camera crosses your mind.

You clear your throat.

“It’s me. I… I forgot to return something to you the other day…”

A sound announcing the door’s opening accompanies his “Of course, come in.”

You can imagine his tender smile just by hearing his voice.

No, you have to focus. You’re here to return his t-shirt, thank him for the other night, and then, leave.

You can’t let your heart fool you again, five years of solitude should have been enough for the moral of this story.

You can’t help but smooth your hair as your heartbeat quickens while the elevator goes up, and up, and maybe you wish it’d never stop.

But finally, this limbo suspended in mid-air stops, the doors opening with a ‘ding’, the door to his apartment already open.

“Hey.” Momo greets you, white hoodie and black sweats on, as his hand fiddles with the door handle, the bright azalea petals contained in his stare slowly falling to the ground as his gaze casts downward.

This expression… you remember memories archived in now yellowing pages, when your lips used to graze his cheek; words of praise for him, the lyrics to the love song you composed with the compliments you showered him in.

“Hi.” You breathe out, biting your lower lip, eyes averted to the side.

A few seconds of heavy silence pass, too many things you wish you could say now; too many years you’d like to have had by his side; too many things he wishes he could do differently now.

You shake your head, mustering a smile.

You realize it’s genuine, that you’re truly happy to be standing in front of him right now, right here, even if things can’t really go back to the way they used to be.

“This is yours.” You offer him the bag. “I left with it by accident the other day… I wanted to thank you for taking care of me that night too…”

The idol takes the package from you, surprise palpable in the way his gaze widens.

“Well, I’ll be on my w-“

“Would you like to come in?”

You two question at the same time.

You give him a sad smile.

“Momo I shouldn’t…”

“Please…” He practically begs you, like he used to ask for ‘one more!’ whenever you played songs for him on your guitar, under starry summer skies. “I- I need to tell you something! We- I want to talk to you…”

“Momo.” You call him, a bit stern. “You had five whole years to reach out…” You inhale deeply. “If it could wait that long then it’s not important, is it?”

“It is!” He goes to reach for you, but stops himself.

You won’t look at him.

Weren’t you happy a minute ago to be here? With him?

So why? Why do you pull away now?

“Please, [Y/n]… I- I was stupid, okay? When I joined Yuki and formed the new Re:vale… I wanted to do my best for him, in five years… And in so, I ended up neglecting you. I don’t know why I acted that way, I can’t understand why I let us drift apart… So please, let me fix it?”

You don’t know if it’s his words, the desperation his tone carries, or his pleading eyes, but you really can’t hold half a decade of pent-up emotions anymore.

“You idiot…” You mumble, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. “Do you have any idea how worried I was? You just… might as well have vanished. Until I saw you on tv one day, and I knew you were okay…”

Arms that stopped your freefall just the other night wrap around you, rivers of lost time streaming down your cheeks, dewdrops of regret on his lashes.

“What are we, Momo?” You ask, voice a quivering crystal thread, holding on on sheer will power and a heart that never really stopped being his.

“Why don’t we find out again, baby?” Comes his reply, his term of endearment for you managing to curl your lips into a nostalgic smile. “[Y/n]? Go on a date with me?” Is the temptative question he utters in the privacy of just you and him.

With your face burrowed into his shoulder, and his fresh and musky scent surrounding you in new morning light, you know this is a one-answer question.

“I’d love that.” You say, as his hands cup your face, thumbing away your tears.

Your lips still won’t touch again.

But the night is young.

And many more will come after this one.

And for now, that is enough.

[ctrsara]

Okay, this is technically a reblog, but since I'm going to (very personally) disagree with a lot of these, I thought it was kind of rude to actually reblog... Everyone is so welcome to their opinion about what they'd like to see coming up!

Things i demand wish to see from MCU Spiderman moving forward:

—Mature and confident Peter who is able to take charge of any situation as an experienced hero

Yes, except no. He's still 17 at the end of NWH. Yes, he's way overpowered and has been through a ton of crap and lost so much, but he's still a kid. An adolescent. An immature human. If he's 25? Sure. I'm all over confident, adult Peter. But if it's right after, and he's like 18/19? Still a kid, and he needs support and mentoring. Even if he's 25, he needs support.

—Spiderman swinging all over NY🕸🕸🕸🕸🕸

Yes, please. New York is his place. I want to see him in New York, but I’d also like to see the citizens of New York step up for him. There was so much heart in Spider-Man 2 when the New Yorkers protected and helped Peter. 

—Fun and complex fight scenes!!!!!!! Peter webbing ppl up during fights, hand to hand combat, using the environment for attacks.

Yeah, this is always great! This is what we’re here for! (Well, that and all the fun relationships the MCU has tried really hard to just delete, but…)

—Step UP the cinematography. Give MCU SM his own distinct visual style like Raimi and Webb did b4

Eh, I don’t have a strong opinion on this. I thought the cinematography in NWH was good. But that’s also not the main thing I’m here for.

—Spiderman helping ppl with small things. Interacting with them and really showing why the ppl of NY love him

See above. Yes, more of this. :)

—Peter working for JJJ? (PLEASE I NEED IT)

I don’t care about this either, but it could be good. I’m just not excited to see one more person treat Peter Parker like trash after all he’s been through, which is my hesitation. (But I get the appeal)

—Peter actually struggle after the events of NWH (emotionally/financially)

I’m good, thanks! Peter has already struggled a LOT and I only want to see this if there is some resolution/help with those things. I’m not here for Hurt/No Comfort, guys.

—Peter trying to form new relationships after MJ and Ned

Maybe. But I’d like him to rediscover his relationship with them more. New relationships, while interesting, cannot replace people who have known and loved you for years. They just can’t.

—Spiderman trash talking his villains

Of course! One of my favorite things is the fun little mini film on Far From Home when he’s taking down the Manfredi family. Is that who they were? I don't feel like looking it up right now.

—🖤BLACK CAT🖤

I mean, sure? I don’t really care about her, but I believe I could be convinced to care about here, if we get to see her human side, and if she shows she has good reasons for whatever she’s doing. I mean, I even cared about Adrian Toomes. Sure, he was a bit of a psychopath, but he was doing it because he loved his family and wanted to provide for them.

—DO NOT CHANGE THE SUIT!!!!!!!!!!! The one he got at the end of NWH is literally perfect. DO NOT CHANGE IT!!!

Buzzer sound. Nope. The thought of him swinging around in that (admittedly cool, very proud of his ingenuity) spandex suit, with even less protection than his original get-up gives me chills, and I want some kind of tech suit back pronto.

—More grounded stories. I love a good cosmic/multiverse story but SM is better when he's on the ground dealing relatively normal shit, petty crime, gangs, evil scientists etc

YES. I want to see the Avengers in “our” world. The space stuff just never hits the same. Or the inner space stuff. (Looking at you, Quantumania. While I enjoyed-ish the movie, my favorite part was at the beginning where Scott was just walking around being kind of normal…) And Spider-man belongs in New York.

—Daredevil team up (spiderman 4?👀)

Yeah, I’d watch that. 

—DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL DEADPOOL

I’m just not a fan! Especially if it would drive the content-meter up to R-ratings and whatnot.

—An entire movie dedicated to the Venom storyline

Mmm. See, I think this wouldn’t hit the same. The MCU has deleted all the people from Peter’s life who would even care if this happened to him, so it’s not going to have as much impact. They’d have to fix that before I’d care.

What I'd like to see? Really?

There are all sorts of stories that would be interesting, but I don't want a brand new "reset" Spider-man. I want to see him dealing with what happened in NWH, but finding ways to make it better, build a new team, get the support he needs and deserves while they fight against some bigger issue. Kingpin would be just fine.

I'd love to see Peter joining up with Kate, Yelena, Cassie, and Kamala. I'd love to see Bucky and Sam, or Clint (and Clint's kids!!!) becoming part of his life and helping continue to mentor him. Captain Marvel, Rhodey, ANYONE. Help this hero out while he finds his footing again after so much loss and trauma.

Happy and Pepper. Morgan. Anyone, seriously. And I'd love to see Peter get some counseling that is actually helpful.

You know, all the basic stuff that a 40-year-old mom wants to see happen to the souped up teenager who's lost everyone.

[blueskiesandstarrynights]

Hello and holy shit!!! 😲💙 I cannot believe a thousand of yall decided to follow me, it's literally insane. I know not all of yall followed me for gifs, but I decided to do a gif celebration anyway. Whether you follow me for gifs, fics, my silly fandom thoughts, or anything else, ty sm I'm so glad you enjoyed being here! 💙 To my beloved mutuals you have made my experience here so amazing <3

If you'd like to celebrate with me, send in one of the following emojis for a gifset!

🌈-- Send me this + a movie, musical, or TV episode and I'll do a rainbow edit of two color edit 😬-- Send me this and make me choose between two things: characters, ships, episodes, shows, musicals, etc 💖-- Send me this and as me my favorite movie, show, character, scene, episode, musical, ship, etc or something else really specific that comes to mind! 😎-- MUTUALS ONLY send me this and I'll make you a gifset based on your interests <3333

***A note for those who submit Hatchetfield related requests*** Due to the nature of Nightmare Time with the zoom and then black backgrounds, some requests may not work out and may be modified, but I will do my best to fulfill each request to the best of my ability!

Please send in your emoji to my askbox by October 20th so that I can get to it! I won't be taking requests after that day, so please get them in while you can!

Once again thank you so so much to everyone who follows me <3 I'm gonna tag a few moots below the cut 💙

@angelwiththeblue-box @thedragonemperess @brionysea @scoopertroopers @awigglycultist @peterstankoffski @tazzypenguin @wizisbored @andie-cake @fandomscraziness22

@dungeonboy2011

[empresskylo]

HELLO!!!!

i just discovered ur acc today and have been FURIOUSLY stalking it for the last few hours reading over everything you've wrote. as you do. normal person activites.

I just wanted to say I APPRECIATE YOUR CONTENT SO MUCH!!!!

literally have been looking high and low for some cod fanfiction that is just Soft and Kind even in the nsfw 😭😭 bitches be writing Ghost in the most like violent sex scenes and im like bro has literally witnessed toxic behavior and violence towards women and just in general his whole life and ur telling me hes gonna be mean to his girl and non-con her duing sex??? no bros gonna be so soft and kind and so scared to overstep boundries 😭🙏 (furthermore it. stumps me how ppl consume that kind of media. i know what ppl may enjoy reading may not always be what they actually would want irl but it makes me cringe just reading sometimes i cant fathom)

ANYWAYS i digress i just wanna shout u out for writing some of the softest and sweetest fanfic out there on tumblr ive seen so far latched onto every word literally gnawing and rattling the bars of my enclosure.

i am such a sucker for the soft and sweet that anytime i see some non-con dark fanfic (most of the stuff i see on here) i do a little sigh. ur doing a service for the country tysm 😭🫶💗

thank you sm!!! i really appreciate you writing all this out to send to me! 🫶🥰 i cannot believe you love how i portray ghost, that is so kind and makes me so happy!!!!

it's hard to explain why i, personally, enjoy some dark romance/fanfics. everyone is different, but I just find exploring darker content in writing is a way I kind of cope with my own trauma. it's like taking the power back in a sense?? most of these kinds of fics are written by women, and it's just a safe space for me?!? idk how to explain it well but I just wanted to share why I sometimes enjoy some dark fics! but I do think the cod fics on here are overly saturated in that kind of content so I'm happy you find my work so satisfying 🥹

that being said, i totally agree with you on ghost having experienced so much trauma, i'd think he'd be so gentle in all aspects of a relationship. especially in the comics where he had witnessed so much violence towards women that he genuinely didn't want to emulate. i think he'd be very anxious about hurting his partner. there's also just something I love about the big bad burly man actually being such a softie. i want an overprotective ghost who just wants to shower his partner in love and maybe sometimes doesn't know how to fully express himself 🥹

[yellowvixen]

Hi, hello! Binturong anon with a lot of word vomit here, so be warned. I just read your reply to my ask and I'm so happy right now! I was slightly worried for a bit that you didn't like my silly little story, but hearing that you put off posting it because you liked reading it made me feel warm inside. And you want to draw it someday??? 😳 I can't believe this I'm hdhdjgk

As for my Sol OCs, I do have a few that are specifically parallels, but I'm never quite happy with them. There's always so many good ideas and I sometimes end up finding other people's takes on them that are SO cool (like Rime!) or that have ideas I was thinking of and I'm suddenly paranoid that I'm ripping off somebody else's character...

I absolutely get the struggle of deciding things like species, there's so many cool animals to use and I freaking struggled deciding on ones for mine. The Knuckles one is probably one of the most complete actually, but unfortunately I cannot show you her or any others because I'm not an artist. 😞 So I just rotate them all in my head until I think "Nice" and put it down on a digital notepad. I'm always interested to see others create their takes on them though! I'm certainly interested in all of yours!

I never considered Team Dark, apart from my Sol Shadow, who's definitely the least thought out. There's so many other cool ones out there, so I never really bothered. The few I have, if you're curious, are supposed to be Knuckles and Amy, to round out Blaze and Marine's Classic Quartet basically. And also a different Sol Eggman, because Blaze's nemesis being Eggman in G-major feels like a kick in the face to both Blaze and the actual Eggman 😒. (I also have a Sol Big but she's technically a joke character. She's also really small. I gave her a dinosaur though, as all women deserve.)

Anyway, basically just wanted to let you know that Rime is cool and I'm going to be thinking about that reply for the foreseeable future. Have a good week!

SORRYY I LEFT THIS SO LONG stuff kept happening and then I got ill and then more stuff happened 😩

But! Yeah!! I think it's cool seeing other people's ideas for stuff like this, like I know for sure there are other versions of Sol Shadow out there that are ice powered cats like Rime!! I don't rlly think it's the end of the world if people independently come up with the same ideas as long as you don't purposefully copy anyone.

God you're so right about there being so many cool animals to choose from... Sol Rouge was easy for me but everyone else is being a pain skfjfhdgd. Eventually I'll figure them out though. (One day I promise...) Also! It seems like you have the descriptions of characters down even if you can't draw them, so you could always commission someone!!

I love the idea of Sol Amy too, I personally have 0 ideas for them so might not design my own version tbh. But having a Sol Classic 4 is super cute! You could have a lot of fun with their designs too, the way classic Amy looks pretty different from modern Amy. Sol Eggman too... I've just kinda retconned Nega and made him actually be from the Sol dimension idc about canon LOL I haven't thought about it too much.

Also TINY SOL BIG??? I'm in love that's so cute and such a fun alt version. With a dinosaur too FUCK yes.

I really love how imaginative people are when it comes to the Sol dimension, actually giving it more characters and lore! If sega won't give it love then at least we will 😤

Thank you sm for enjoying Rime, and once again sorry this took so long for me to answer 🥲🩵 I hope you have a nice week too!!!

[wildtornado-o]

Forthing and Ferris for the character asks! :D

Ask Meme!!

Forthing

First Impressions - Unfortunately I don't remember too much of my initial impressions of him bcs they were so long ago BUT Vaguely. I can remember being like "Oh this poor new guy is probably not going to last long..." and then "They need to stop bullying this poor guy just because he's ugly." Basically just me thinking he was going to have something unfortunate happen to him like Laurence's other lieutenants had, and not wanting to get too attached jic despite liking him. I think I doodled him once but it didn't rlly look like him.

Opinion Now - I love him SO MUCH he's my dirty little alley cat my best friend who gets pushed in lockers my beloved slug that people keep stepping on <3 <3 He really deserves so much more love from the fandom methinks shfks he's so silly. I love how salty he is about his relationship with Tem when compared to Ferris' because like, it's so valid of him to feel like that but also you WERE rude to Laurence so like. Deserved but not for as long as it went on.

Favourite Moment - Either the scene where Laurence feels bad so he sends him off to search the island with Temeraire and finds turtle eggs and gets very happy about them and Tem is like "I cannot believe he is Talking to me EWWW" or the scene where he gets proposed to the Russian girl (I forgor her name) and She looks away like... erm... while her mom is amused and the other guy is laughing because everyone does Not think he is suitable. It's so sad tbh :(( this poor man. Always going through it.

Idea for a Story - Ok I'm not an author but I would love absolutely anything to include his son, this man is a Father I would love to see more content including that sdhfks

Unpopular Opinion - I don't know if I have any?? I just really really love him and (possibly?) think about him more than other people might. Also I think he is attractive. Sorry.

Favourite Relationship - His relationship with Ferris of course <3 <3 they're so kismesis coded LOL. I just think there are so many good antics that can come from them as enemies, friends, or lovers. Pretty boy Ferris and his mangy boyfriend. So O'Malley and Duchess coded to me.

Favourite Headcanon - I like giving him heterochromia sometimes. I also like the idea that he and Ferris are together but hide it under a guise of hating each other.

Ferris

First Impressions - I didn't think too much of him other than wanting to see more of him and Granby interacting because I'm a sucker for Lieutenants being friends. And then when he got dismissed the service I was like "Oh no!! Anyways-" and when he appeared again I literally forgot who he was UM. I am so bad at keeping track of characters I'm so sorry Ferris :((

Opinion Now - I love him and I feel so bad for him this poor poor boy. Congrats on the depressed dragon tho! I can't believe I forgot about his existence. If it helps make up my sins when I first read his name in my reread I was like "Omg!! Ferris!! Can't wait to see the horrors persist!" He's one of the characters who I just enjoy doodling thoughtlessly, much like Granby is.

Favourite Moment - UM either when he finds Laurence in Australia in hopes of working with him again (All of Laurence's crew are so loyal I love it sm (execpt for Martin. wtf Martin. And Dunne and Hackley ig)) or when Dyhern marries the woman he was into.

Idea for a Story - I'd love to see more of him and his family, maybe their reactions to him being dismissed. I know they were disappointed in him but I would like to see what exactly went down.

Unpopular Opinion - I also don't think I have any for this. Idk if it's unpopular but something about his ending was a little unsatisfactory to me tho.

Favourite Relationship - His relationship with Laurence, I love it so much. Guy who has no hopes of being brought back in to the service because of the reasons he was dismissed, yet chooses to be with his Former Captain anyways, because he was that much of a wonderful captain to him. His relationship with Forthing is a close second.

Favourite Headcanon - He and Granby are close friends and like to hang out together. I just really love the idea of them being besties.