#sorry for answering this so late i typed up my response and then forgot to post it

[tangybug]

What sexualities do you think the characters of bullet train have

loving this question, but it might be easier to answer “who in bullet train is not bi” lmao. i think someone else answered this question recently and my answers are not very different, but here we go

tangerine: he is gay. to me! i think he’s slept with women and enjoyed it but sexual orientation =/= sexual activity and once he unpacked some of that repression he realized he is gay <3

ladybug: bi with no preference, ladybug strikes me as the kind of guy who’d be pretty much down for anything with anyone.

lemon: bi, but also gray ace/aro. maybe i’m projecting but this is just the vibe… sex and romance don’t interest him all that much if you ask me, which you did

wolf: bi, with a preference for women

the son: gay in a pathetic manner

the prince: bisexual in an evil manner. preference for women

hornet: lesbian

maria: bi. no preference but always tops. oh sorry that wasn’t the question

the white death: bi, preference for women, also very repressed. but lbr he and shigeru definitely barebacked in the snow at one point in their youth. he gave minegishi brain also. oh sorry that wasn’t the question

yuichi: bi, preference for women, but he should stay away from them. love him though

shigeru: simply also bi. no preference

carver: hitting him with the gay beam. mean gay representation lets go

channing tatum: gay.

momomon: lesbian

blue momomon: he/him lesbian

and there you have it

[rafeysbafey]

hey! i love your fics and was wondering if you could do a fic based on mitskis song ‘my love mine all mine’ ( mostly the part “nothing i do belongs to me”)

I was thinking maybe reader thinks rafe is using her for s-x and maybe she thinks that rafe doesn’t love her and becomes distant?

if you can’t it’s totally okay! 🩷🎅🏻

LOWKEY dont know how to feel abt this fic i feel like i went off track im so sorry in advance

you sat in silence with the comforter pulled up to your chest as your eyes trailed after rafe, watching as he left to start a shower.

no aftercare, no checking to see if you were okay.

‘cause my love is mine, all mine

you and rafe were never dating, is what you had to constantly remind yourself.

but even with the whole ‘friends with benefits’ deal, he would still treat you like his girlfriend.

“coffee for you, m’lady,” he bowed, sticking out his hand to give you an iced latte.

you took it with a funny look, teasing him as you spoke, “is it poisoned?”

he gasped at your response, faking offense with sad eyes.

or when the two of you would lay in comfortable silence after sex, your body fitting perfectly next to his as he drew shapes across your skin.

“you hungry?” he asked, paying attention to how your stomach growled softly.

“only if you are.”

“ill take that as a yes,” he chuckled before grabbing his phone and typing in your favorite take-out restaurant.

but here you were, sitting in his bed by yourself as you listened to the water hit the tiled floor.

i love mine, mine, mine

deciding you weren’t going to wait for him, you slide out the bed and grabbed your clothes that were carelessly thrown across the room.

you didn’t hear much from him the day you left, but when it was close to midnight the next night, your phone pinged.

‘rafeeeeeee’

want 2 come ovr

?

you decided to ignore his text, not caring to respond as you tossed your phone to the side and continued to watch your show on Netflix.

the weekend went by with you ignoring rafe, leaving the boy confused as he left voicemails asking what was wrong.

it was cheesy, but you guys really didn’t spend even a day apart, always hanging out or sleeping over at each others houses.

you were getting ready for school when you heard a car honk outside, your brows furrowing together before realizing who it was.

rafe always picked you up for school, you just forgot to tell him not to today.

sighing, you answered the front door but froze when you came face to face with the boy, an iced latte in his hand and a frown covering his features.

“you’ve been ignoring me,” he automatically said, hurt laced in his voice as you stood there in silence.

“can we not do this right now?” you asked, voice quiet as if someone else were listening to the conversation.

“i just want to know why my girl hasn’t been responding to my texts or calls.”

your body flinched ever so slightly at the words ‘my girl,’ catching you off guard as you looked at him in shock.

“im not ‘your girl,’ rafe,” you stated, although the quiver in your voice seemed to give it away.

“you’re always my girl-”

“then why have you been treating me so different lately?”

nothing in the world belongs to me

it was his turn to freeze in place, mouth opening to speak but nothing coming out.

“I just-” he cut himself off before running his free hand through his hair, “i just got scared, okay?”

“scared of what?”

“falling in love with you!”

your eyes widened at his confession, rafe’s mouth immediately snapping shut at the realization.

“I shouldn’t have said that- i shouldn’t have said anything.”

“rafe,” you mumbled, eyes searching in his for any sign of regret or bluff.

“you shouldn’t be afraid, i think- no i know,” you corrected, “i know im falling for you.”

his shoulders fell in relief at your response, eyes lighting up as a small blush painted his face.

“really? you’re not just saying that, right?”

you let out a small laugh before shaking your head, “im not.”

“well, will you take this iced latte and make me the happiest man on earth, and be my girlfriend?” he stuck out the cup as he got on one knee.

“rafe you’re making this weird!” you laughed, grabbing both his shoulders and yanking him up.

“but yes, i would love an iced latte.”

“and?” he asked, brow raising as he pretended to get impatient.

“oh, yes i will be your girlfriend.”

but my love mine, all mine, all mine

[wlntrsldler]

I keep imagining the first time Luke and Mr. D met after Luke's hickeys/scratches went viral

LMFAOOOOO ANON THIS IS SENDING ME

here is how i think that conversation played out (suggestive content ahead):

"shit, five star, your dad is calling me," luke mumbled, eyes wide as he looked down at his phone. "he never calls me."

connor snicked from his bunk in the tour bus, "well, given that the whole internet is talking about you right now after the show you gave them last night, i'm not surprised."

"ha!" travis exclaimed, sitting up on his bed. "put it on speaker. i wanna hear him yell at you."

you rolled your eyes, "he's not gonna yell at you."

luke turned to you with hopeful eyes, "you think so?"

"well, he's probably not gonna yell at you," you scrunched your face up, rethinking your words, "like 55% chance he won't yell at you."

"i don't like those odds, babe."

"answer the fucking phone, luke."

luke clicked the green button on his screen, chewing on the nail of his thumb. he rolled his eyes, pressing the speaker button as travis kept egging him on. chris and clarisse opened the privacy curtain of chris' bunk to listen in on the drama.

"hey, mr. d," luke cleared his throat, ignoring the quiet giggles from the boys when his voice cracked. "what's up?"

"is my daughter with you?"

"say no," you whispered. so you were wrong about the odds. your dad was 100% about to yell at luke and you selfishly didn't want to get your ass handed to you just yet. you were going to avoid your dad's calls for as long as possible.

"uhh... no?"

"oh jesus fucking christ," you sighed, smacking your palm against your forehead, "that was soooo convincing."

you heard your dad type on his laptop before shutting it. there was some background noise that subsided after you heard the shut of a door. it seemed like your dad went into his office to get some privacy.

"hey, kid," your dad said, no doubt addressing you now.

"hey, dad," you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly, leaning down to speak into the mic of luke's phone. "how are you?"

"don't start with me," he said, "would it kill you both to not do whatever it is you do that results in those pictures? pictures that are all over the internet by the way!"

a snide remark was on the tip of luke's tongue, because yes, it would kill him to not do the things that resulted in the pink marks on his neck and the healing scratches on his back, but that didn't seem like the right response.

"dad, you never had an issue with them taking their shirts off during shows before. and luke has gone out on stage like that before."

luke cringed, remembering one too many instances where he'd gone out on stage with hickeys all over his neck. it felt like a lifetime ago now, as if ever since you walked into his life that past version of him was someone he didn't recognize anymore. he much preferred remembering the name of the girl who left him marked up, especially preferring that it was only you who did that to him.

"that was before he started dating my daughter!" he replied, "i don't want to know anything about your relationship, but i'm in an unfortunate situation where i happen to manage the career of your boyfriend's band so i have to deal with it sometimes. so for the love of god, please please, stop."

"i'm so sorry mr. d," luke mumbled, "i completely forgot about them and by the time i realized, it was too late."

you could practically see your dad pulling at his hair, a habit he had when he was in stressful or awkward situations. he didn't speak for a good thirty seconds and then he sighed, "just keep your goddamn shirt on."

luke gulped, "got it."

when your dad ended the call, the entire bus erupted in laughter, including you. luke's face was as red as a tomato as he groaned and buried his head in his pillow. your shoulders shook as you giggled, laying on top of him. he instantly turned his body to wrap his arms around you.

"that wasn't so bad," you cooed, running your fingers through his curls, "and that was a shit apology, baby. you were smug as hell on stage when people pointed out the scratches."

"i wasn't thinking of the consequences of my actions," he said, "i was caught up watching people connect the dots that my girlfriend is not only hot but a fucking animal in be--"

"okay, that's our cue," travis cut off, closing his curtain. connor followed his head, popping in his airpods. clarisse sent you a wink before she disappeared behind the curtain with chris.

"i'll stop leaving hickeys on you," you kissed his face, enjoying how flustered he got. "but i can't promise too much on the scratches."

"i'm gonna stop taking my shirt off at shows, i think," he mused, toying with the hem of the shirt you wore. "i don't think i can take another surprise call from your dad. i think it took years off my life."

"your fans will be highly disappointed," you teased, leaning over to his ear, "but if you're gonna keep your shirt on, does that mean hickeys on your abs is fair game?"

luke licked his lips, tugging on his own curtain to give you two some privacy, "absolutely."

[verinarin]

Dr ratio with a short! furina reader HCS ?? (Can be male, female or gn. )

I hope it wouldn't be too much to ask😭

Can be smut, fluff, platonic. It's your choice to pick!!!

sorry for the late response I forgot to check my inbox ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

as someone who LOVES Furina this would be a treat to write !!, I’m using Penacony as the background with Robin referenced !

fluff all the wayy (would be open to write a pt2 smut if you want but I’m keeping this fluffy because it’s a long one <3)

After performing with Robin for a special event her brother hosted you resign back to your dressing room, you will never get bored of the bright stage lights illuminating your skin as you sing

But it gets tiring after the performance so you can’t wait to just go home and maybe stop by the dessert parlour you love so much near your apartment

You look at the mirror in front of you as you gently pat your face before a knock can be heard, oh it’s probably Robin wanting to ask you to ear together after a performance like she usually does

You happily walk towards the door, you open the door with a smile to reveal a man towering before you with a ridiculously huge bouquet of rainbow roses; your favourite !

You’re quite shocked to say the least, because they don’t usually let some random fellow wander around backstage with that huge bouquet

The man seemed to notice your mouth agape as you tilted your head up to gaze at him, is comedically funny how far back your head must be to fully see his face

Suddenly the man leans down and rests his arm on the closed door behind you, making it easier for you to look at him

“Good evening, pardon my interruption my name is Veritas Ratio currently working for the IPC as a delegate I’m here to formally congratulate you on your astonishing performance,” his smooth voice lingers on your ear as the bouquet distance you both

You remembered Sunday talked about inviting some members of the IPC to Penacony, so he must be one of those people Sunday talked about

“Ah ! how kind of you please come in,” you smile as you let him in, you usually wouldn’t be doing this to a stranger but this one is Sunday’s guest so you must treat him well

As he let himself in, he quietly looked around at your dressing room. Your vanity is filled with various types of makeup and accessories, not to mention your wardrobe that’s filled with different dresses and suits

You gestured for him to sit on the couch that faced your vanity, he put the bouquet on your vanity before sitting down on the couch, you seat in front of him in your chair before asking the important question you’ve been meaning to ask, “So what brings you here, Mr Ratio ?”

“Well first and foremost as a delegate for the IPC I’m here to foster a good relationship between Penacony and its high-profile residents, but I must admit that I have my reasons,” he smiles, his arms folded together as he awaits your reply

Well, you could see IPC’s intentions but his reasons however, it intrigue you, to say the least, “My my what can I possibly offer you Mr Ratio ?,”

“Please just Veritas should be fine and I was hoping that I’ll be the one who’s offering today,” he chuckles as he looks into your eyes, this mysteriously handsome man is making you flustered in just a simple glance, how unfair !

You quickly snap your mind back from the daydream to answer his offer, “Well what are you offering and for what purpose is this hypothetical offer you’re going to give me ?,”

“A dinner to get to know you better but I heard from a certain someone that you have a sweet tooth so how about a trip to the dessert parlour you like ?, my treat of course,” well someone has done their research

To be honest you were going to nod your head furiously but you need to restrain yourself from excitement, even though it’s quite evident by you playing with your fingers “Well…if I man who done his study on my favourite thing offers than who am I to decline,” your eyes wander around the room, avoiding his warm gaze

“Well then shall we ?,” he smiles as he stands up and hands out his hand, you take the offer and place your hands on his own, he gently brings the back of your hand towards his lips and gently presses a kiss, this turns you into a red strawberry in just 0.11 second !

The walk towards the dessert parlour was delightful, you get to know more about this intriguing man, he’s a scholar and apparently, he has 7 PhD degrees, in normal circumstances you would probably think he was jesting but seeing how he talks and presents himself, you knew he must be the real deal

As you enter the parlour the owner suddenly appears and guides you both to your seat by the window, showcasing Penacony’s breathtaking view. “I hope you like the seat that I chose,” Veritas says as he drags the chair out for you to sit in

“You reserved us a seat ?” you ask dumbfounded by his words, this man had just met you and he’s already treating you like a princess

He chuckles before sitting in front of you, “Of course as a matter of fact I already ordered every single thing for us to try and don’t worry if you can’t finish it all, you can always take it home,”

Your pupils dilate like how a cat would when they’re happy, he finds the sight to be adorable and he’s quite fond of your sweet tooth, “You’re spoiling too much and barely know me,” you huff feeling a little bit upset at him for spending a lot of money on you

“I see it as a worthy investment,” he replies candidly as the waiter pours lavender tea into your cup, oh you’re quite interested in his choice of words

“Hmm investment for what ?” you ask as you trace your finger on the rim of the cup, waiting patiently for his answer

“Let’s just say I’d like to impress you so that we could do this more often, I genuinely want to get to know,” well before this he has already impressed you from the start

“Is this a date this feels like a date,” you tease which he replies with a chuckle of his own “Can’t you tell from the start that I’m enamoured by you ?”

“Oh ?, umm is this a date…?,” you nervously smile while asking, you’re so oblivious to his pursuit that he finds it rather endearing. He reaches forward to brush a strand of your hair back before replying

“Silly girl, can’t you tell that I’m one of your devoted fan ?,”

[milesmolasses]

Trust Don’t Work (Earth 42! Miles x black! fem reader)

Earth 42 miles finna make me act up hes so damn fine

AND I THINK HE MY AGE!!!

don’t y’all just love thug livin?

on my tupac type beat

Warnings: kinda toxic relationship, mentions of blood and killing

From what you knew, Miles Morales was a hard working guy. Always around doing God knows what  as he barely has time for anything else, other than his work. The time that you get to spend with your boyfriend is very limited throughout the day, whether it be short-lived dinners when he comes home, or his lips on yours as he’s about to walk out the door and go back to work.

When you first asked Miles about what kind of work he does that has him out and about all day, he told you, “Don’t worry about that mami, just worry about getting your pretty little nails done.”

And that’s exactly what you did. If Miles didn’t want you worrying about what he did for work, then you thought that you should respect his privacy and his wishes. However, respecting his wishes became difficult when he began coming home in the middle of the night with specs of blood on his jackets and shirts.

Lord knows you would stay up late until Miles finally came home, and when you would try to talk to him, his response would always be “Don’t worry about it ma.”

“What the hell is this... Jesus, Miles are you bleeding? Who did this to you? Did you get in a fight? Miles talk to me-”

“Yo, didn’t I say you don’t gotta worry about it? Dios mío I’m fine ma, now take yo ass to bed,” he said in annoyance whilst walking past you.

It was becoming an ongoing cycle of you questioning Miles every night when he came home and him brushing it off like it was nothing. That was until one day, Miles came home days after he left. He didn’t call, he didn’t text, he didn’t even leave you a note telling you he would be gone for a while.

The first time he left for a couple of days, you almost had a panic attack. For all you knew he was dead already. Thoughts of him being found dead somewhere on the streets plagued your mind, sending you into a frenzy of calling him and texting him, desperately needing to hear his voice. It wasn’t until he came home two days later to see you angry crying when he apologized for scaring you so bad. 

“Mami, you gotta understand it was a stupid mistake. I was out on business for a couple days, and I forgot to tell you. Por favor, I’m sorry. I ain’t mean to scare you like this Ma.”

Learning his lesson, whenever he had to go for a couple days he left you a note on your refrigerator, saying that he would be gone and not to worry about him. This is when you really began to want answers as to what your boyfriend was doing. There was no way he was working no 9 to 5 and being gone for three days. You needed an explanation as to what was going on. 

You chose to try asking Miles what he did for work once again. You sat him down and tried having a one on one conversation with him, slowly leading him up to the big question you wanted to ask. When you had finally asked it, Miles seemed upset with you. He had told you multiple times not to worry about what he did because as long as it paid the bills, you shouldn’t have to worry about what he does. 

“Miles, you come home with blood on you and I don’t see you for three days and you expect me not to ask you these questions? Do you think I’m fucking stupid? You want this relationship to work, you need to put in the fucking work. I need you to tell me the truth,” you said as you paced around your apartment.

What you wanted to be a calm conversation had quickly turned into an argument between the two of you. At this point, it wasn’t even about what Miles did for work, it was about the fact that he was lying straight to your face 24/7. 

“What happened to you saying that a relationship needs boundaries? What, now that I have my boundaries set straight you wanna cross them?” he asked. “If I don’t want you to know what I do for work, then that should be that! You trying to press me to say something that I don’t feel needs to be said, is crossing my boundaries!”

Arguments, like these became frequent; the longer his lie went on, the more your trust for him began to crumble. The more you tried to question him, the more walls he put up between the both of you. It wasn’t until one morning when you turn on channel 2 news to see none other than New York City’s newest vigilante in the limelight.

He had a mask on so you couldn’t see his true face, but cascading down from his head you recognized those two long frizzy braids anywhere,

“Oh my God…”

It was like your whole world was falling apart — the man you loved, was out in the world killing people. Though yes, these people were terrible people who were wreaking havoc upon New York City, that still didn’t change the fact that your boyfriend, Miles Morales, was killing people.

Your breathing began to pick up, your eyes searching the room frantically for something, anything to make this horrible feeling go away. You gripped the edge of the couch, shaking your head, praying a mantra of denial and trying to convince yourself that this wasn’t real.

“No… no no no no no this can’t be real- this can’t be happening, no it’s not him.”

When Miles came home the next day, you couldn’t even look at him. You knew. You knew what he was doing for “work,” that he was killing people and making deals with others. It wasn’t until a few weeks later that Miles realized you were acting strange toward him.

“Mami? Mami ¿qué tal? You’re acting weird,” he said as he sat next to you on the couch, nudging you. You had both legs up with your hands wrapped around your knees; almost like you were cradling yourself.

“I’m fine baby.. just a little tired,” you tried getting up from the couch, not wanting to be near him now that you were fully aware of what he was doing. You didn’t know how to feel about him anymore.

Miles pulled you back down to the couch by your shoulders as he said, “Nuh-uh, hàblame. I’m not just gonna let you get up and leave me without talking about this first-“

“Who said I was gonna leave you? Huh? Is that what you think Miles, that I’m gonna leave you-” you questioned him with your eyes wide open looking at him. He looked at you, surprised by your small outburst.

“What? N-no mi amor I meant leave the couch.. are you good you’ve been acting like this for a while now?”

It was happening. You know you would have to tell him that you found out what he was doing, but you just didn’t think it would have to be so soon.

“I know what you’re doing.”

“Huh-? Baby what are you talking abo-”

“I know you’re the vigilante on the news. I know it’s you Miles, I seen the braids on his head so don’t even try to deny it!”

Miles slowly took his hand off your shoulder, surprised at what you just told him. Jesus Christ how could you have guessed just by the braids on his head?

“Okay… you know… what do you want me to say about that?” he said, careful not to tread too close to your emotions.

“I want you to tell me why,” you said, putting your head in your hands trying so hard not to let the tears flow. Miles could hear the way your voice cracked as you tried to get the right words out. “Why are you doing this?”

“I’m doing it for you Ma-“

“No you’re not, cause I ain’t never ask for you to go leave this house and kill people! I never asked for that shit man!”

Miles sat there, bewildered. Just looking at you and your convulsing body as you were full out sobbing into your hands. He couldn’t think of what to say. Nothing would fix this, nor what he had done. You were right, we was a killer. But he had always tried his best to keep that side of him private. All he wanted was to protect you from the ugly side of his life. If he had openly told you he was the Prowler, a target would be instantaneously attached to your back.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to say something, his phone rang in his pocket. He slowly sat up to grab it and tell the person calling that now was not the time. But when he heard his uncle Aaron telling him he needed him outside to complete unfinished business, he had no clue what to say in the moment. After a few silent beats and a sigh, he quietly agreed over the phone to meet up with him.

You turned your head to the side to see miles ending the phone call. He turned to look at you, head scrambling to find an excuse to tell you he needed to go in the middle of an argument.

You turned your head back into your hands as you told him with no emotion evident in your voice,

“Just get out man…”

ooooooooo milessssssssss

lol this was fun y’all!

I love Miles G. so imma be sure to write smth more light hearted for the next one

Idk if he’s a lil OOC but we don’t really even know what his character personality is yet

y’all I don’t speak spanish, so for the little spanish I put in here I hope I ain’t screw it up 😭

and if I did, feel free to tell me!!!

[aectpen]

𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ❆ 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍

m.list

pairing: sunghoon x ex figure skater->idol!fem oc

synopsis: 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐤𝐩𝐨𝐩 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩, 𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐨, 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐇𝐘𝐁𝐄.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬.

chapter five: memory lane

[unknown]

are you up?

[chaerin]

and this is?

[unknown]

sunghoon

any trace of fatigue exited her body. she practically jumped up from her position once she saw who messaged her. she propped herself up on her elbows and laid on her belly, swinging her feet like a little girl.

[chaerin]

hm where'd you get my number?

[sunghoon]

you never changed it

i remember your ringtone was you singing it when you got your first phone

"he remembers that?" she asked herself, dumbfounded. she had always assumed he kind of forgot about her existence once he debuted let alone remember minor details.

[chaerin]

so

what are you up to?

he was typing for quite a while, but the speech bubble disappeared.

[sunghoon]

not much i just can't sleep

[chaerin]

do you have a schedule tomorrow?

chaerin watched the speech bubble again, anticipating his response. insteading of just disappearing, chaerin was met with her reflection paired with a facetime call. she looked back at herself with pure horror. why was he calling her so suddenly?

this must be by accident, right?

either way, she rubbed the tiredness from her eyes and fixed her hair before accepting the call.

"sorry, i was too lazy to type," sunghoon laughed. he was laying on his side, snuggling into his pillow. "but to answer your question, no. we have an off day for once."

"i wish, we have practice really early," chaerin pouted. she couldn't wait until they had their comeback, but the process of getting there was grueling.

"practice is... fun!" he tried his best be enthusiastic, flashing his smile.

"you don't sound so convincing, but i'll try to be optimistic." she responded, her pout turned into a forced grin.

sunghoon turned onto his back, using the facetime screen as a mirror to fix his hair. chaerin only watched quietly, lips slightly parted. she knew he was hot now, but she was at a loss for words.

"chaerin," he sing-songed "you're staring."

"i was actually looking at myself. who knew i'd look this good at this hour." she dramatically posed for the camera.

he gave a side eye "i'll take your word for it."

an awkward silence lingered before sunghoon decided to break it. "do you want to meet up tomorrow after you're done practicing?"

chaerin stroked her chin, "i'll check my schedule" she brought her face out of frame for 5 seconds "okay, i guess i'll see you tomorrow!"

sunghoon shook his head at her foolishness, "okay, goodnight!" he waved.

"goodnight!" she waved back.

once the call disconnected, the smile didn't leave chaerin's lips. she didn't have anything to look forward to tomorrow, but now she did.

“what is this girl smiling about?" jie nudged haru. chaerin was looking rather cheerful on their way to practice at the crack of dawn.

"she was up late too, maybe she's delirious." zena added, chaerin oblivious to their discussion about her mood.

throughout practice they noticed her particularly eager for it to be over and glancing at her phone in the distance. "is it crack?" sujin asked.

"huh?" chaerin had no clue that they had clocked her anticipation.

"crack. are you on crack?" haru deadpanned.

"i wish i was. it would probably help me get through this," she plopped on the couch to check her phone.

[sunghoon]

i got us some milkshakes

when will you be finished up

the moment she read his message, their dance instructor announced that practice was over for the day. chaerin quickly told the girls not to wait up and that she wasn't going home with them. they were all confused, but tired enough to let it slide.

[chaerin]

im done now

where are you?

[sunghoon]

look behind you...

[chaerin]

creepy...

sure enough, sunghoon was a few feet behind her holding up two vanilla milk shakes, smiling.

"how long were you standing there?" she side eyed him, grabbing the milkshake.

"i just got here, i just wanted to say that." he began walking away from her.

she speed walked to catch up to him "so, what do you want to do?"

"i have an idea of what i want to do, but my manager has to get back to me on it" his phone began buzzing in his pocket "that's probably him."

chaerin waited around, looking out the window while he took the call. she sipped on the milkshake wondering if he remembered that it was her favorite treat after practice.

"okay, my plan is happening. come on" he didn't let her ask any questions, so she silently followed him.

"the garage?" chaerin asked.

"well isn't that where cars are?" sunghoon asked in a mocking tone.

"where are you taking me?" chaerin crossed her arms, still following his lead.

"i told you no questions ten questions ago." he opened the door to a van for her. his manager was in the driver's seat waiting for them.

"it better be good. i don't like surprises." chaerin stared out the window of the van. the entire ride, she concocted multiple outcomes in her mind. sunghoon laughed at her impatience which only made her more impatient.

once they arrived at their destination, chaerin recognized that building from anywhere. sunghoon looked back to see her reaction. she looked back at him wide eyed. it was the ice skating rink she had first learned to ice skate as a child. sunghoon remembered her mention this to him when they drove by it to get to a competition.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" she ran to the entrance like a child. sunghoon's manager had rented it out for them for the entire afternoon.

chaerin strolled around the building reminiscing on her childhood memories there. at first, she was terrified of the idea of ice skating, but this is where she fell in love with it.

"sunghoon, come here!" she pointed at a wooden bench. she carved her name into it when she was ten years old. she spent a lot of time here, evidence of her presence scattered all over the place.

she noticed he didn't walk over, but was staring at a photo. so she went over to see what he was looking at.

he smiled down at her and pointed up at the photo. she was around six years old, her two front teeth missing from her wide smile. "cute!"

"let's skate already!" she pulled his arm towards the rink.

chaerin was a little rusty, so she kept coming close to falling. "hey. its not funny!" sunghoon could barely get out a "sorry" in his fit of laughter.

once she got her balance back, the two challenged each other to their old tricks the rest of their time there. one upping one another just like old times.

[abstractnaturaldisaster]

Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

I am so floored by the response! It is absolutely so fun that y’all want to read my silly stories! This is a relatively short update but I am working on the rest! Hoping to post the full story by Valentine’s and I might also post an AO3 link at some point if anyone would like that I Part One I Part Two I Also on AO3!

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Chrissy and Eddie had been taking bets about what type of business was opening up across the way. Eddie’s guesses had run the gamut from hipster coffee shop to hipster hairdresser to hipster high-end taxidermy while Chrissy had more or less stuck with her original guess of a speakeasy style bar. Eddie was starting to close up shop for the day when some guy in an honest-to-god sweater vest and jeans ran over.

“It’s too late to place any orders today. Sorry if you need to apologize to your wife and 2.5 kids and forgot until the last minute.” Eddie had to admit the guy was pretty infuriatingly handsome. If you were in to normie core, that is.

“What? I’m not- okay, uhm. I’m actually here because I just rented the place across the way and I wanted to ask about setting up a recurring weekly arrangement?” Steve asked.

“What?” Eddie yelled over Judas Priest.

“It’s a wonder you can ever hear anything over all this noise.” Steve gestured towards the speaker.

Chrissy had overheard the exchange from the backroom and cut Eddie off before he could start ranting about real music, “Yes, we are interested in setting up a recurring weekly bouquet arrangement for our new neighbors, Eddie.” 

Chrissy turned back around to lower the speaker's volume and pulled Eddie and Steve into the shop and onto stools by the workbench Eddie uses for arranging. Eddie glared at her but they’d just lost one of their regular accounts to some online service that was apparently way cheaper than what De Lucas’ could offer.

“Sure. What were you thinking, dude?” Eddie asked Steve.

“Just something nice for our front desk. Not too big and maybe nothing that people are commonly allergic to? But I’ve seen the arrangements you load up for delivery and I trust your eye. I’m not a live flower expert.”

“Of course, big boy.” Eddie noticed Steve flush a little bit at the pet name. Eddie reached behind Steve to grab one of the flyers Chrissy had made for company floral services. He purposely invaded Steve’s space a little more than necessary just to see if he could get the guy to flush a little deeper.

“Uhm, thanks, man. I’ll get out of your hair since it’s late. Sorry.”

“I’ve got time for you now if you want to talk through anything,” Eddie couldn’t resist biting his lip a little bit. Steve was apparently very easy to ruffle and Eddie sure did love antagonizing his hipster neighbor. “Tell me a little bit about your place?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s a tattoo studio? Just me and my friend’s helping run the, like, business part of it.” Steve responded

“You tattoo?”

“Yeah. Really fucking well actually,” Steve pushed back. It seemed like Eddie had hit a nerve.

“Shouldn’t you have like at least one tattoo?” Eddie’s brain to mouth filter had apparently stopped working. He shouldn’t be actively shitting on a potential customer.

“Who says I don’t?” Steve answered with a wink. It was Eddie’s turn to feel a little faint as his imagination took a little too much creative liberty thinking about where Steve’s tattoo might be.

Thankfully, Chrissy took the awkward silence as an opportunity to step in and work with Steve to confirm what level of floral arrangement he was looking for, how often he wanted a new arrangement, and if he wanted pick up or delivery.

“I can stop by and pick them up. Wouldn’t want you to go through the trouble of adding me to your schedule since I’m just across the way. Any chance I could pick one up tomorrow around lunch time? My first client is coming at two.” Steve asked.

“Noon’s great, Steve!” Chrissy reached out to shake Steve’s hand while Eddie was still working on slowing his heart rate back to a reasonable rhythm.

“Amazing, thanks so much guys!” Steve called as he headed out of De Lucas’ and back across the street.

“Woah, Eddie. Truly a masterclass in both flirting and getting new clients. I should have taken notes,” Chrissy said once Steve had made it halfway into the road.

“Hey, fuck you.” 

“He speaks!” Chrissy patted Eddie’s head and added, “You’ll have to get better at interacting with him since you’ll be seeing each other once a week now.”

Eddie dramatically sighed and laid his upper body across the workbench, getting little pieces of flower refuse stuck in his hair.

“I’m so screwed.”

You wish, babe,” Chrissy cackled as she grabbed her bag and headed out for the day.

***

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[redfoxwritesstuff]

Sunflower, Book 1, Chapter 31

Tom Hiddleston x OFC Series rated: M Chapter warnings: I spilled some angst, sorry.

Masterlist AO3 KoFi

~~~~~<3

Tom’s phone rang in his pocket, but he had no choice but to ignore it. He sat with the radio microphone in front of his face as the man sitting across from him in the studio teased him about his voice and the impact it had on women. It was a joke he had heard before, would hear again and while he appreciated it, it was getting rather tired in a professional setting. 

Again, his phone vibrated. Carefully, he worked it out of his pocket as they went to a commercial break. Mia had called him twice. 

The commercial break wasn’t long, just a quick sponsored ad. 

“Everything alright?” his host asked. 

“Yeah, I just need to send a quick message. Sorry.” 

Tom opened the text message window and quickly typed out, “Sorry Darling, doing a radio show. Can’t answer at the moment. Everything okay?” Quickly he sent another as the host welcomed their listeners back. “I’ll call as soon as I’m out.”

The phone vibrated to life as he was typing and he dismissed the call so he could type the message a little faster.

“So, Tom,” the radio host said as Tom hit send on the message. At the same moment, the voicemail received showed up on his screen. Tom had no choice but to lock his phone and slip it back in his pocket instead of listening to it. A ball of lead formed in the pit of his stomach as he willed himself to believe everything was alright with Mia and Sally. “You’ve been making quite the stir in the tabloids lately.” 

Tom chuckled, “So I’ve been told.”

“Have you seen them?” The host asked. 

“No, no- I don’t make a habit. Nothing good comes from reading your name in the tabloids. Just as bad as looking yourself up on social media.”

“First, there’s the Las Vegas pictures- you and your lovely bride. And she is lovely- Look at the smiles on your faces!” Tom leaned forward as the host showed him a few pictures of events he had nearly no memory of. He and Mia both had wide smiles plastered on their faces, joy so strong that it seemed to pour from the image. Tom would have to ask someone to gather the images for him, at least the flattering ones. He had some, just the ones Luke had sent him. 

“We had a lovely time. It was a blast, truly.” 

“But now, now there are new pictures of you causing a stir.” 

“Oh?” Tom answered carefully. 

“Oh, yes.” The radio host answered quickly. “I know you don’t really like to talk about your family,”

“Yes, my private life is mine alone.” The radio host continued to talk over him. 

“But while you were out and about since you’ve been home, you’ve been pictured a few times. First there was you with actress Kate Weathers-” 

Tom chuckled, “She’s been a long-time friend.” 

“And you’ve been photographed a few times without your wedding ring. There’s a lot of speculation about what that means-”

“It means I forgot to put it on after doing some washing up.” Tom didn’t like this line of questioning, fingers tapping against his knee as he tried to keep his tone under control. “Nothing more.”

“No trouble in paradise?” 

“There is no trouble. We’re perfectly fine.”

“That’s good to hear!” The host laughed, and Tom tried to remind himself that it wouldn’t do his career any favors to end the interview in a huff. “It’ll break some of our listener’s hearts though!” 

“I would hope my fans would be happy for me.” Tom challenged, bristling at the topic.

“There’s speculation that the marriage is just for PR, to make you look like a good family man. What are your thoughts?”

“With all due respect,” Tom tried to mind his tone. “I want to make something very clear. Getting married now isn’t helpful to my career. It ties me down. It gives me responsibilities outside of my career. It is a distraction. I would never lie to my fans and pretend to be in a relationship for social or professional gain even if I was in a place where doing so would logically make sense but right now, it doesn’t.”

“It seems I struck a nerve.”

“I am married. I got married to a wonderful woman in America. I love Mia. I will continue to love Mia. I am in love. Forgetting to put on a ring, having coffee with a friend or playing a love interest in a project will all do nothing to change that. I am in love with Mia.”

~~~~~<3

Luke wasn’t exactly happy with Tom as he stepped out of the recording room. For his part, Tom did a pretty good job of smoothing over the ruffled feathers he made in the interview and they left on good terms, at least in Tom’s opinion. 

“You’re supposed to stay cool, calm and collected.” Luke lectured. 

“I was.” Tom tried not to look at his long-time friend as they walked down the hall. “I just was also a tad bit firm.”

“A tad bit?” 

“I wanted to put the speculation to bed.” 

~~~~~<3

Tom had wanted to check the voicemail sooner, but it felt like everything and everyone else had demanded his attention the second he had walked out of that recording room. Mia hadn’t responded to his text, so he had assumed everything was fine. He had waited until Luke was on his way out to pull his phone out and dial his voicemail. 

There wasn’t a logical reason for it, but there was a stone weighing heavy in his stomach as he keyed in his passcode and hit play. 

Shaking wet breaths and sniffles filled his ear. The world faded away and Tom didn’t acknowledge the person he nearly bumped into as he walked outside the building.

 “Tom,” There was a pause. It felt like time stretched on forever in that pause while his heart beat loudly in his ears. 

“Could I get an autograph?” Tom hardly noticed the fan, raising his hand in a silent request to be left alone. “I’m sorry, I- never mind. I’m sorry.”

“Not now, thank you,” Tom said to the man, his lips numb as dread flooded him while he disconnected the call.

“Is everything alright?” The fan asked, but Tom didn’t answer. 

Long legs carried him forward. He wasn’t sure where, but he felt the need to run. Running wouldn’d do right now though. Walking, leaving the fan to make whatever assumptions they did from the interaction, Tom selected Mia’s contact information and hit call.

The call went straight to voicemail. He tried to tell himself she was probably working. There was a logical, normal, sane reason she had her phone turned off. It was fine. Everything was fine. He needed everything to be fine. 

Except she had been crying, and that wasn’t fine. She needed him and he was an ocean away. Had another man touched her again? Fuck, was it Sally? Had something happened to Sally?

Tom hadn’t realized when he started running. He needed to get home. He needed to figure out what to do next. Somehow, he needed eyes and ears in Las Vegas until he could get there. 

Ashley. 

Tom called her. The phone rang and rang in his ear before a groggy woman answered, “What do you want?”

“It’s Tom.” He had never actually called his sister-in-law before. They had texted a few times about Sally when Mia was at work, but that was the extent. He had saved her number in his phone for emergencies, a backup point of contact if anything had ever happened to Sally while he was watching her. 

“Is everything good? Dude, it’s- it’s fuck o’clock in the morning. Why are you calling?”

“I’m sorry to wake you. That was what I was calling to ask, however. Is everything alright with Mia?”

“What are you talking about?” Her voice was clearer as she pushed sleep away, sitting up in her bed an ocean away.

“Mia called a few times. I was working and couldn’t answer.” His words were coming fast, huffing breaths breaking them up as his long legs navigated through the trip home. “She left a voicemail, crying, but didn’t say what was wrong. Calls are going right to voicemail now.”

“She was fine last I talked to her but I’ll call.”

“Let me know or have her call me?” 

“Yeah, sure. Whatever.” Ashley was sour with her ruined sleep, but above all, she was trying to relax Tom with her relaxed attitude. There was nothing worrying Tom would accomplish when the man already sounded like he was a caged animal.

Mia never let her phone die. She never didn’t answer. It wasn’t like her to leave crying voicemails. None of this was like her. 

Something was wrong. 

~~~~~<3

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L0v3 y0u | Choi Yeonjun

Summary: He tells you the truth but is that something you can live with? Pairing: Reader x Idol Yeonjun Word Count: 1.6k~ Warnings: again like one curse word lol a/n: Just a little bite to hold you over ;) Read part 1 L0v3 Me for more context <3

🟢 Yejun is active

🟢 y/n is active 

Yejun: Hi love how was your day? Hopefully a lot easier than the past few days :/

y/n: It was okay, better than yesterday but I feel like everything is getting to be a little too much for me. 

Yejun: Ah now you're speaking my language. Remember what you told me when I was going through a rough time a few weeks ago? 

y/n: No not really...

Yejun: You've gotta start taking your own advice silly. Talk to your boss, I know that you just got promoted but that doesn't mean that you should be left defenseless and drowning on your own. You deserve proper training so if you're not getting it then ask for help. Your colleagues are there to help you. You're all working towards the same goal right?

y/n: Yeah I guess you're right

Yejun: Of course I'm right, but only because you were right about me. I'm just giving you back your own advice. And just like you told me you can also talk to me about anything, I'm here for you always. 

y/n: Thank you baby, I don't know what I would do without you.

Yejun: Baby?

y/n: Shit! I'm sorry

Yejun: No it's okay, I like it ;)

y/n: If we give each other any more nicknames people might get the wrong idea about us. 

Yejun: What sort of idea? 

I wait anxiously for your response seeing the three dots showing me you're typing pop up and down not realizing I had been holding my breath the whole time until I receive your response.

y/n: That we're together...

Yejun: Would that be a bad thing?

I take it as my opening to see if you feel the same way about me as I do about you. We've been talking for over six months now so I would think that it might be time that we had this conversation.

y/n: I mean...no. But wouldn't we be lying?

Yejun: We can make it the truth if you want to. 

y/n: What are you trying to say?

I guess it's now or never. I get up and lock my bedroom door and sit down at my desk chair before pressing the call button. 

"Yejun?" you responds quietly. Shit I forgot it was already pretty late over there. 

"Will you be my girlfriend?" I spit out before I have the chance to chicken out.

"What? Are you serious?" you respond clearly still confused. 

"Dead serious" I say smiling at your response. I know I caught you off guard but I'm really hoping you'll say yes.

"I know we haven't met in person and we live in different countries and time zones but, I really like you" I confess, doing my best to convince you. 

"Are you sure you don't mind long distance? Like we won't be able to have a normal relationship" you say clearly concerned already.

"I don't need a normal relationship, I just need you" I'm starting to get worried that this might not be enough for you. 

"Don't feel like you have to answer now. I guess I just wanted you to know how I felt about you" I say, backing down a bit to take some pressure off of you.

"No, I don't need time to think. I want to be with you, I want to be your girlfriend" you say and I can almost hear your smile through the phone. 

"Really?" I ask because I'm honestly speechless right now. 

"Really. Yes Yejun, I'll be your girlfriend" I am so happy to hear those words from your lips but I feel horrible that I'm still lying to you. 

"Hey y/n" I ask, getting your attention even though I've had it this whole time. 

"Hey Yejun" you throw back playfully waiting for me to continue.

"Can you promise me something?" I ask going at this as slowly as I can.

"Anything" you say and wait patiently for me to start. 

"I know I've been really private about my job and life in general but I also haven't been honest with you about who I am..." I start hoping that you're following and you aren't upset with me yet.

"Meaning?" you reply, prodding me to continue, clearly curious as to what else I have to say.

"One of the reasons why I've hidden almost everything in my life from you is because...well because I'm actually a public figure in Korea" I say easing her into all of this.

"Are you saying you're famous?" you say making sure you're following.

"Yeah" I say cringing hating that fact but hoping she'll believe me.

"Is your name even Yejun?" you ask catching onto how much I must have lied to you.

"No...it's not" I say quietly bringing light to one of the many lies I've told you.

"Can you tell me your name?" you say seeing how much I'm willing to tell you. 

"I feel like if I do that you'll be able to figure out who I am pretty easily...it's not that I don't trust you. It's just that...well can we take baby steps? One of the many reasons I asked you to be my girlfriend was because I wanted to see if you were serious about us or if we should just stay friends. If you want to back out right now I totally understand and we can just forget about this conversation and go back to normal. Or we can end things here if you feel like you don't want to talk to me anymore. I know I've lied to you, but the person I am with you is who I really am, me as a person and not me as the famous guy everyone thinks they know". 

"Yeah I get that, I believe you" you respond catching me off guard completely. 

"Really? I wouldn't blame you if you didn't". 

"I mean I feel like I know you well enough that I can tell whether or not you're being sincere. If I'm being honest I had my suspicions" you say giggling at my behavior. 

"Really? How did you know?" I respond dumbfounded.

"You're not as convincing as you think you are. There were points that I could tell you were really making things up on the fly. Plus who else is so secretive about their entire life? Like you're either married and having an affair, a criminal in need of love in his life again or a famous person feeling misunderstood. I'm just happy you ended up being the last one. Although you could still be lying to me" you laugh trying to ease my stress.

"Have you figured out who I am, or who I might be?" I question cautiously.

"If I guess correctly will you tell me?" you challenge.

"Yes I promise I'll tell you" I smile at your playful attitude. I'm glad to see things haven't changed between us yet. Well I hope that if they do change it'll be for the better. 

"Are you some kind of choreographer or a model?" you start out, testing the waters.

"Both of those are true to a certain extent but neither are my 'official title' if that makes sense". 

"So what you're trying to say is you're an all rounder? Like you're multi talented entertainer?" you continue.

"I think you've made this guessing game a lot easier than I had expected but yes" I laugh knowing that you're smart enough to get it right.

"So you're a kpop idol right?" you respond, convinced you're correct.

"Yeah... but I'm still me just, please don't let my status or occupation or whatever make you treat me any differently. I know it's cheesy but I'm a person just like you. I mean you already pretty much said what my whole motive was for catfishing you I guess, but I never thought that something like this could happen though. I'm very happy it did, but my intention was not to get an online girlfriend or anything of the sort. You kind of just showed up and everything changed"

You take a moments to think and as the seconds go by I start to get nervous at the thought that it might be too much for you. 

"Are you still there?" I question not sure if the call had dropped or something. 

"Yeah I'm still here, I guess I just need some time to think. I'm not breaking up with you or anything if thats what you're worried about. I just need a second to get my thoughts in order if that makes sense.... Are you okay with that?" you question tentatively. 

"Yes of course, take all the time you need! I know this is a lot, so I understand" I say knowing that even though I want this to be a super easy yes and things will progress 'normally' it's important to deal with everything logically and take our time. 

"Thanks, is it okay if I call you later? It's pretty late here and I've got work in the morning" you say, having a very good reason to finish up the call. 

"For sure, I'll be here so call anytime" I say sincerely.

"Isn't your life a bit too hectic for that?" you laugh bringing a bit more light to the conversation. 

"Yeah kinda but I can always make time for you. I would be a horrible boyfriend if I didn't right?" I say using the term hoping that it's still okay with you. 

"I guess you're right" you say softly and I can tell that you're smiling which is a good sign. 

"Well goodnight love and just let me know when you're ready to talk" I offer up, giving her an opening to leave without feeling too much pressure. 

"I will, thanks. Have a good rest of your day love" you say before ending the call. 

I take a deep breath in and out a few times and process everything about what just happened. 

First I was nervous, then self conscious, then excited, then guilty, then scared, then relieved, then shocked, then playful, then nervous again and now I don't know. I feel my head is spinning after riding this emotional rollercoaster. I could only imagine how you could be feeling... 

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[mischiefsmind]

Listen to me

1.2k words

One-shot, Explicit

Pairing: Mommy Seonghwa! x sub! fem reader

Smut

Warnings: Cunglinings, use of pet names (Mommy, Baby, Love) Fingering

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Everything that day had been downhill from the start you woke up late so you had to rush to get out of your apartment to get to class on time, which you were not on time for so you had some points deducted from your score for the day so that pissed you off to the max, then you forgot to grab your folder that had your homework in it so you got a zero on it for that which pissed you off more when you tried to explain to your professor what had happened but they did not care whatsoever about your excuse as they put it. You just felt like crying after that and you wanted to call seonghwa about how bad of a day you were having but you knew that he had a bunch of things at work he had to get done so didn’t call him, even though you knew that he would answer your phone call and talk for a minute because he knew his voice soothed you. By the time lunch rolled around you just wanted to go home because everything was going wrong, and you just wanted to be wrapped in your mommy's arms and to be told that everything was going to be alright.

You decided to text Seinghwa hoping that it would help you feel better and not want to cry as much. 

-How is everything going with schedules?

You waited for his response but felt better when you saw the bubble pop up with him typing back.

They are going well, miss you though! How are classes going for the day? 

They are not going well today, everything has been going downhill. My professor yelled at me today because I was late for class and then my other professor lectured me because I forgot my homework due to me waking up late and being late for class. I just want to be in your arms.

You felt like crying again after sending that text to him 

-Aww baby, Don’t worry everything is going to be better the rest of the day. Alright but I have to get back to work. I will text you when I am done with everything. I love you so much. 

-Alright I love you too!

After texting him the day went a little better but you just felt as if everything was just off and not right. You just wanted the day to be over because you knew that everything was going to be better tomorrow. 

When you got home you were expecting the place to be dark and no one to be home, but when you opened the door you saw Seonghwa setting the table with food from your favorite restaurant, you started feeling so many emotions once you fully closed the door. Walking towards seonghwa you gave him the biggest hug ever, while crying, getting tears all over his shirt. He hugged you back making sure you could feel all of his love. 

“It's okay baby Mommy is right here, I will always be here for you, Alright?” He asks, picking your head up with both hands on your cheeks, You nodded in response to the question.

He smiles at you “Why don’t we eat some food and then mommy will help you relax alright.” You smiled while sitting down at the table wiping the tears off your face. 

“You wanna talk about your day at all?” He asked sitting down 

“It just wasn’t a good day. Everything went wrong and I just felt like everything was going downhill like all day.” 

“I’m sorry baby, well I hope I can make the rest of your day better.”

“You have made it so much better already because I didn’t know why you were going to be home so I was probably going to just lay in bed till you got home and probably cry.” 

“I am glad, but eat up my love alright I want you to eat.”

You guys ate and made small talk about everything, you started to feel much better after everything. You were just wanting to cuddle him and forget about everything bad that had happened. Once you both were done he told you to go lay down in your guys' bed and relax while he puts everything away and he would be right there. 

You finally started to feel content when you felt Seonghwa get on the bed wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him. You could smell his cologne on him the way the scent mixed in with the smell of his shampoo and conditioner, you felt everything start to go away, every bad thing that had happened today just washed away, feeling safe in his arms.

“Baby?” 

“Yes, Hwa?

“Would you like it if mommy gave you another way to take your mind off everything?” 

“Yes, mommy please I don’t want to think about it anymore please make me forget about everything.’’

With that seonghwa let go of you making you whine with the loss of contact. He shushed you telling you to give him a minute. He slid to the end of the bed slowly taking off your pants and your underwear. 

He slowly licked up and down from your clit to the end of your slit, he wanted to make sure that you didn’t feel rushed at all or feel the weight of everything on your shoulders. You could feel yourself start to let go of everything. He took his first and second fingers and started to insert into your hole slowly as he sucked on your clit. Everything started to make you start to feel fuzzy in your head, making you not be able to think besides just feeling all the pleasure that he was giving to you at that moment. You wanted more touch, so you grabbed his free hand holding it, feeling so loved. 

“Look at you baby being so good for me, taking everything so good.” He started to praise you “Look at my good girl, letting me help her make all the bad thoughts go away. You look so pretty like this.” His words started to cloud your brain. All you could do was moan at him. Words could not explain anything at that moment words were not enough to explain but somehow he knew what you meant and you loved him for that. 

You were so close to cumming you were so close to the edge, between his fingers going in and out of you, his sweet works, and his tongue you were going to explode and that is what you did explode. You came so hard your body was shaking he had to hold you down, your eyesight went blurry for a minute. 

After you calmed down you started to wait for him to come back up and cuddle you. 

“Mommy please cuddle me again, I need your arms wrapped around me.” 

He got up and cuddled right up against you “No problem baby, Mommy is here to make you feel better.” Kissing the top of your head as you fell asleep your head in his chest as he pulled the covers over the two of you

[thesherrinfordfacility]

tried to send an ask forgetting my connection's awful rn, so if you're getting this twice rephrased that's why. i'm just gonna try and type it as close to verbatim as i can remember:

i might be on to absolutely nothing, but i think this is interesting with the introduction of the BOL. my bad if i'm repeating things you've gone over a thousand times, but.

it's never made much sense to me to add something so huge so late and not offer any explanation. obviously it'll be a thing in s3, but why wouldn't heaven have used this in s1, if they have no qualms with rewriting history by removing Aziraphale? stopping armageddon entirely sounds like a wayyyy bigger transgression than sheltering gabriel (and crowley, ofc, wouldn't have then managed it without him). they'd at least be equal? if everything's how it seems, it all sort of comes across as a really lazily added threat. i'd rather it wasn't

if book canon can be factored into show theories at *all* at this point, i think this line lends some weight to thinking things are not in fact how they seem. the BOL could really, really, not be a book. i'm just typing words with no meaning at this point, but what if it's got something directly to do with jesus? am i reading ridiculously far into a throwaway line? do i sound as crazy to you as to myself right now

hey @aq-uatic, beloved!!!✨💕 im so sorry i said i'd answer this yesterday but then it fell out of my brain and i forgot about it in my drafts 💀

i have however ruminated on the bit from the book you've screenshotted and i'll come back to it in a minute (because Oh Boy), but im totally with you on the BOL thing -

i know i tagged you in another ask response because the same kinda thing came up, but yeah im still a little confused on why they didn't threaten it when aziraphale derailed the apocalypse? it's such an op weapon to have tucked in their back pocket (same as the miracle blocker, tbh), and it not have been even alluded to in s1/book?

the only thing i can attribute it to is that a) only the supreme archangel or above technically has the power to use it, b) michael assumes they have that power bc they insert themselves as supreme archangel duty officer, and c) heaven never does seem to change its passwords*

but then it further brings into question what is so different between gabriel and michael that gabriel would prefer to punish aziraphale by execution, instead of BOL'ing him (and therefore risk unmaking so much shit that happened because of aziraphale)... compared to michael who goes straight to the nuclear option? this further brings up some possibilities:

michael is an idiot to consider it, and gabriel is clever enough to know not to use it (both eventualities are... debatable)

michael misunderstands what the BOL actually is, that's it's not what they have told us - the audience - it is, and it does something else.

so yeah let's consider that all the archangels know of its existence (uriel and saraqael do not seem to react when michael threatens aziraphale of it in ep6), but only SA has the authority to use it, but michael is not actually SA... well, is there actually an instance where michael would truly know what it does? arguably not, not unless they went looking in the files on the BOL* which, presumably, in their arrogance, they did not.

(by the by, this could also suggest that AWCW was not an archangel - if all the archangels knew of the BOL, but he thought it was just a rumour to frighten the younger angels, then he evidently did not seem to have known that it was real. could however be something to do with his seemingly faulty memory, though - the fact that he doesn't seem to remember the BOL?)

(ALSO if the BOL is indeed to erase existence, as a punishment against angels, and this concept existed pre-fall/before the earth was created etc (given what crowley says in ep1), did aziraphale know about it? is this what punishment he appears to be afraid of when AWCW starts asking questions? would that mean that aziraphale was an archangel or was privy to archangel-level info?)

okay unrelated mental gymnastics over (before i talk myself into a hole, but also worthwhile notes @me to remember) - let's talk about the adam quote!✨

it's interesting to think, because how far do we consider adam's powers as the antichrist? could consider it as the exact mirror of, yk, jesus, or as a hereditary power from his father - former SA and now literal satan. we know he can resurrect the dead, he did so in s1; to resurrect 25 people equates to the power "only the mightiest of archangels" would have (according to shax, though, so - pinch of salt here). but ultimately he has the power and ability to unmake reality, full stop. even if we ignore the exact wording from book!canon, we have this in the show:

do we take this as adam having the same power as the BOL? yeah, think that's fair to say, (especially if we consider that, from the christian bible, jesus appears to be the one to wield the BOL, revelation 3:5), and i definitely think you're onto something... but what does it mean? does that mean the BOL doesn't even exist? that adam would be able to counteract the BOL? gonna need to think on it more, but i also think it might be something to do with this:

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[junhanner]

hi xinyan! i forgot to check your blog for your response 😣 could i have a tag i could track hehe? anyway how was your lolita fashion con? you didn’t post any ootds!! i hope it was lots of fun and you’re enjoying summer!! <333

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hiiiiiiii!!!!<333 its okay !! and also the lolita con was so fun !!!!! there were so many cafes and INCLUDING A REVERSE : 1999 MERCH STAND?? i think i got merch with that game flr around half of my life savings .. ALSO YESS IM SORRY I DIDNT POST OOTDS BUT I HAVE THEM IN MY GALLERY 💔💔💔 and oh my god about the tag tracking thing… i literally had no idea what it was since google is completely useless and i had to actually call my dad to ask about it and i have only remained with “they might be talking about some notifications when u post thing” and i have literally no idea.. there is like uhh a tag “junhanner *bow emoji* thinks” and i think you can follow that for more updates?? i have literally no idea😭😭 it was 3 am and im surprised my dad even answered the call LOL or like i have done more research ahem… (aksing freaking windows bing ai asistant thing) and it said either this with the tags or like checking my blog to see updates💔 or like if you are following me soemtimes it pops up something w notifications??? it did multiple times for me with other blogs so idk……. AND SORRY I TYPED SO MUCH💔💔 here’s a very late ootd as a apology :

ALSO HOPE URE ENJOYING THIS SUMMER TOOO LOVE U 🦦 ANON<3333

[deevotee]

@kuroshitsuji-reblog-blog you sent me an ask about finny being unhinged and beating the tar out of people for his lovers and i went to reply a few minutes ago, tried to save it to my drafts so i could do something without worrying about losing the answer i was typing out and now the ask has disappeared from both my inbox and my drafts so im going to type out an answer here for you

i'm sorry for the late response too, i got busy doing stuff and forgot i had something in my inbox! but i know the ask mentioned a scene in Higurashi: When They Cry where one of the girls beats the other one up with a desk and i tried to look that up and im not sure if i found that exact scene but i saw a lot of ppl beating the shit out of each other and i fully agree that finny deserves to be that unhinged and violent for his lovers!

tbh i suppose finny is already pretty violent for people he loves, but i think itd be sooo good if he was doing it in front of his lover just going fully unhinged and so pissed he's shaking and crying a little while getting covered in someone elses blood and viscera 😍 i think no matter who you ship him with theyd be a little freaked out from the sight at first but slowly walk up to him to try and calm him down, and maybe if there are other people around they try to warn his lover not to get near him but they know finny would never hurt them, he only hurts others FOR them, so they end up being the one able to calm him down and give him a kiss while hes still a little scary looking cuz he deserves it for protecting them <3

thank you for the fun ask! i'm sorry it took me a lil bit to answer and that it kind of disappeared lol maybe one day itll show back up somewhere

[softxsuki]

Hi! Can I have a matchup for Tokyo Revengers please?

Pronouns: she/they

Preferably matching with male, as a romantic relationship.

MBTI : INFJ

Zodiac signs: Scorpio sun, Sag moon, Pisces rising

What I value in relationship : honesty, gentle, peace, loyalty, security, respect, and a little bit of exploration

My type is probably someone who is so kind to handle, or someone who just don’t talk much but decide to do things instead. Kinda like the vice captain thingy if you know what I mean…😅

For my personality, I tend to be so quiet (and maybe intimidating) at first but tbh I’m just shy. The more ppl know me, they’ll see that I am responsible, serious, hardworking, but also chill and laidback at the same time (But don’t ask me to be very honest cause I’ll do it with no filter and some ppl might hate me for that) and if I was super mad (like the final straw) I will cut off that person without any warning.

Hobbies : singing, reading, writing, drawing and listening to music!

I am the youngest daughter but smh being the one who is more responsible amongst my siblings. And fyi I’m scared of someone yelling at me (especially from men… tragically)

And lastly, for the scenario. I want to see how that someone you’ll get for me will do if I came home late due to weather and traffic jams

Thank you so much!

1000 Follower Event Matchup #26

This event is now CLOSED. You can find the masterlist for it here.

Note: So sorry that it's super late, but thanks, for your patience :) hope you enjoy!

I match you with: DRAKEN

Runner-up was: Shinichiro

Draken:

Draken is definitely your type

He’s not verbal with his affection for you, but he shows it more through his actions, like having you walk on the inside of the sidewalk while he walks on the side closer to the street, or shoving his jacket over your head when it starts to rain and you both forgot to bring an umbrella–subtle yet sweet

He’s an incredibly loyal vice captain, and he’s just as loyal as your boyfriend, no other person catches his eye, only you!

Try cutting him off if you get mad at him, he won’t let it happen…he’ll just look at you like “-_- really?” like you really thought you could get rid of him? That’s funny

He knows how to handle someone with spontaneous emotions, he’s Mikey’s friend after all, so he handles your shyness and anger (if that ever happens) pretty well

Draken would never raise his voice at you, he can be pretty intimidating since he is 2nd in command of Toman, but you’re his special someone and he never uses that authority over you, he’s very soft and kind with you

I think someone responsible like you would be perfect for Draken since I think he’s also pretty mature for a guy, he’d need that same level of maturity in a partner as well, and you definitely have that

How does he react to you getting home late for unexpected reasons?

He’s worried of course, but he remains calm

I can’t imagine him overreacting for something like that unless you’re usually home around 4pm and it’s 10pm and you’re still not home…only then would he start to really worry and get antsy

But if you’re usually home by 4pm, but don’t get home until 6pm, then he’s totally calm

He would probably give you a call if it gets too late to figure out where you are and if you’re okay

Like I said, Draken is very mature and level-headed so he knows how to stay calm in situations like these

Gets a little more worried if you don’t answer his calls, but he still wouldn’t run to find you in the streets or anything (unless his gut is screaming at him that something is wrong, but 9 of out 10 times, he knows you’re okay)

Lowkey though I picture that he’d always want to have your location so he has you on life360 or something so he knows where you are at all times

He’s in a dangerous line of work so if anything were to ever happen to you, he’d want to be able to get to you quickly!

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[astrababyy]

I think moving to the Illyrian camps will be a huge hurdle in Rhysand and Feyre’s relationship. Their way of life is so different than the people who live in that place. Feyre and the other woman in Velaris are free, can interact with the opposite sex without worry and can have careers outside of home making. In Illyria, they face a never ending torrent of sexism and misogyny. They are also tightly controlled by their male relatives. They must look at the ground in the presence of males (which is something I think Feyre would forget to do), they must contribute to the camp (which will conflict with Feyre’s duties as High Lady) and they must listen to the commands of the men around them. I think this will be something that Feyre struggles to do and she will not know how to cope with all these new rules. How do you think moving to the camps will affect their relationship?

Hi, @thepinkdove ! Sorry for answering this so late. I'd been meaning to answer it, but I forgot about it until I checked my inbox today lol.

As far as I know, Rhysand and Feyre aren't moving to the camps anytime soon. I don't know if this is news you heard somewhere or if you mean it as a what-if, but I'll be answering this as the latter.

TL;DR: I don't think the treatment Feyre would face at the camps would be a hurdle for them, in and of itself, since Rhysand shares similar sentiments of disdain towards the Illyrians. I do, however, believe that Feyre would want to take action in helping the Illyrian females once she sees for herself how they’re treated. I also think that, maybe, she’d be quite critical of Rhysand’s lack of action in the camps over the centuries.

If and when Feysand were to ever move to the Illyrian camps, I am honestly conflicted on how it would affect their relationship. For one, though Feyre would severely disagree with their way of life, Rhysand does as well and iirc he either hates the Illyrians or doesn't care all that much about them, though he claims to, considering how little he's done to help them and how much he's done that's gotten them abused and slaughtered.

With that, I do think that any struggles Feyre might face there would be an anger and disgust they'd bond over since that seems to be common with them.

Still, I don't see Feyre as the type (at least in the OG trilogy) to sit back while innocents suffer. Though she tends to believe everything Rhysand says, living in the camps will give her an upfront, constant view of how females in Illyria are treated and what they go through. There's a chance she'd end up blaming it on the camp leaders who are the ones directly doing the oppressing, especially since she's not all that keen on criticizing Rhysand anymore, but I do think that she'd waver in her ultimate loyalty to her mate since it'd show a blatant lack of care for the camps on his part.

I'm not Feyre's biggest fan (understatement lol), but she's taken action in the past when directly faced with struggling faeries. I'll admit that this has commonly been used as a plot device to vilify other characters, but it’s still a part of her character, and I think she’d struggle to justify Rhysand’s lack of action in helping the Illyrian females because of this.

There is some parts I’m unsure about, personally, because while Feyre would probably be critical, she also might not be because she’s justified Rhysand’s actions in the past. I’m currently reading the second book in the ACOTAR series, and Feyre did criticize Rhysand for not acting against Amarantha, but that was treated more as a trauma response than anything legitimate so it’d honestly depend.

Rhysand is really good at gaslighting and manipulating her so, even if she does have concerns, he’d probably manage to assuage them quickly. If there’s other people involved, like maybe Nesta or friends she makes in the camps, she might have a mind of her own for once and stand up to him. It really all depends because Feyre’s characterization is very iffy depending on how the author wants Rhysand to look.

All in all, I do think that going to the Illyrian camps would be a hurdle in their relationship, but there’s a lot of complication in how I feel it’d be dealt with as Rhysand has been able to assuage her in the past, even if her concerns are legitimate. That, or they’re outright dismissed by the narrative.

[laurent-ofvere]

“damen isn’t attracted to twinks,” “damen isn’t attracted feminine men” are takes that are weirdly common in this fandom and i just don’t get why people need damen to be the type of guy who puts “masc4masc, no fems” in his grindr bio. honestly there’s a lot underlying homophobia by mostly cishet women where they view things as effeminate and therefore insulting to the characters. i see this a lot with discourse over annoyance at laurent preferring to bottom.

also i hope that doesn’t come off as like antagonistic or controversial, i’m just kind of tired of seeing these takes because they’re so baseless. damen is shown to be attracted feminine women, to warrior women, to buff masc men like himself, to twinks like erasmus, to twunks like laurent. he has range. he’s a bisexual in fantasy ancient greece LMAO.

hi! sorry for the late response, I wasn't able to answer in the moment and then I forgot bc I suck lmao. unfortunately the wait was not worth it bc my brain is not here these days and while I have opinions, I dont put it past myself to mindlessly type without thinking in the need to answer this ask so I can get a task done (AAAAAAA) so! I will leave this here, if anyone has any comments that they would also like for me to drop the ball with, you know where to hit me up