#how did i get such nice moots i love them

[hana-no-seiiki]

REPLACED.

YANDERE! ROCKSTAR (FEROZE KHAN) x GN! MANAGER / PA ! READER x YANDERE! POP IDOL (JISOO HAN [EVE] )

FEROZE BELONGS TO MANAGER READER AND @moyazaika !! Just wanted to make a lil gift for my lovely moot 💋

[ Part 2 : REHEARSAL ]

You were absolutely terrified.

Lord knows how you were able to get the Feroze Khan to agree with collaborating, with a “goody two shoes” pop idol who flirted to hell and back with you, no less. But you just knew someone was going to get hurt by the end of this.

Eve used to be your client before you were dumped into the depths of hell. Aside from the flirtations and clinginess, he was a dream to work with as a manager. He never got into scandals, and he worked day and night to be the best in his craft. You never had to worry when it came to his career. You however, took that for granted and left him the moment you got a better deal. Getting to work with a junior idol vs a seasoned rockstar, the choice was obvious was it not?

Nope.

Eve making tons of songs about heartbreak only poured salt into the wound. You saw him as your little brother almost, it was hard seeing him grieve for your presence. You felt heartless. Guilt ate you up from the inside out. You were lucky he didn’t try contacting you after it all.

Until now.

heeeyyy there! beena while. you workin with Feroze at the moment right???

You squinted at the DM you received. As a manager you were used to dealing with all sorts of texts. Thirsty ones, death threats, collaboration requests. But none of them made your heart beat this quickly. Was it out of excitement, nervousness, or terror? You didn’t know.

I am.

short and straight to the point as always!! i’ve always loved that about you

∧,,,∧

(  ̳• · • ̳)

/    づ♡

take my love, wontchu?

You covered your mouth and squealed.

“The fuck?” Feroze looked up from his guitar at the noise you made. He had to admit it was cute but it did ruin a recording of his.

“Sorry, I’ll go outside.”

“No, stay. I need you here.”

You simply nodded, already used to his obsession with you at this point.

annyyyywaysss i just wanted to ask if you could secure a collab with me n mr. khan?

been tryin to get ahold of him but all i got back was radio silence 🥶

but i know if it’s you, the bestest manager ever, i’ll be able to collab with the bestest rockstar in the world!!

i’ll be a good boy i promise!! pretty please with a cherry and me on top?

Somehow you doubted that. But as your own self appointed protocol states, you must report the matter to your client.

“Feroze, you’ve got another collab request.”

“Was it the person that got you squealing?”

Oh no, you did not like his tone. Jealous Feroze was a monster to deal with. “. . . Yes ? “

“Go for it.”

“What? D-don’t you want to hear about their music style and what not before you—“

“I just have one condition. They have to come to me.”

And, you were doomed.

“Right. I’ll schedule a meeting.”

You stand corrected. They got along well. A bit too well for your liking. You didn’t have to stand awkwardly there while Feroze glared (as he usually does) at his collaborator. In fact they were even conversating! And it wasn’t small talk…

“Mr. Khan! You’re even dreamier up close.”

Your employer even seemed to be amused by Eve’s personality. “I could say the same for you, Eve right? Like the biblical Eve? And please, call me Feroze.”

“Yeah! They thought it’d be a nice call back to my more . . . type of music.“

“Type of music you say. . .”

“You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Oh, you bet I am.”

Why do you have a feeling you were being replaced?

YOU RECEIVED A SPECIAL POSTER!

Check it out?

[ ✅ YES ]

[ PART 2: REHEARSAL ]

tempted to make a bl/mlm spin off of these two fr fr

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | moyazaika | 2023

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[kakujis]

happy birthday, keisuke!

synopsis: you celebrate keisuke's day with toman.

warnings: gn!reader, swearing, this is fluffy and gross, yn can't bake for shit (me), not proofread, and that should be it!

ft: baji keisuke x reader, 1.2k

network: @enchantedforest-network

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOML!!!!!!! i set aside my hw and all to get this finished hehe. it's still the 2nd in my area, but ik it's the 3rd elsewhere! i tried to keep it short and simple this time!! i won't get sappy or anything but i truly love baji so much!! happy birthday, kei, hope its a good one. ♡

with the amount of staring you’ve been doing, you must as well be losing your vision, the words on the screen blurred and hazy. you’ve scrolled through the ingredient and instruction list an obscene amount of times, and yet… things seem to always turn out like this. 

“i’ve got no fucking clue what i’m doing!” you huff, but the silver haired man besides you simply laughs in reply. “mitsuya, why does my cake look like one of y’all rolled it over with your motorbikes?” 

“to be honest,” he starts, snickering as he inspects it, “i have no idea. i mean, you followed the recipe and all didn’t you?” 

you nod, sadly staring at another failed attempt. he decides to take a piece and taste it, throwing it into his mouth, chewing with an unreadable expression.

“it’s not like it’s inedible, it’s miles better than your first attempt. it’s just a little dry and crumbly…” mitsuya says, brow furrowing, “alright, honestly, it’s pretty bad.” 

you sigh loudly, picking it up and throwing it into the trash, “i told you we should’ve gotten him a cake from the store!” all your attempts have been moot. instead of a fluffy and moist cake, it’s always flat and dry even with mitsuya’s help. 

kazutora pops his head into the kitchen at that moment, “i can run really fast if you want me to.” 

you shake your head, “...no. don’t… do that.” you point to your forehead, signaling him of the decorations stuck on his. 

he shrugs, pulling off a stray streamer, and walking in before he’s jumping up to sit on the counter.“how are we gonna have a birthday party with no cake?” 

you frown, whining, “man, i don’t know. mitsuya, what do we do?” 

he glances over at the clock, mouth pressed in a line, before he answers. “you could always stick a candle into his soba noodles, we've got tons of those.” 

“we are doomed.” you state, sighing as you slump against the counter. “sorry kei…” 

even though you know, deep down, that keisuke baji could give less than two shits about a cake, you really wanted to surprise him. you did the same for him on white day, all those years back in highschool when you finally confessed. he accepted it, shitty chocolate and all, as you hid your burnt bandaged fingers behind your back. he never mentioned it, but you assume he knew, when instead of kissing your lips, he dragged your hands out from behind you and kissed your them while your heart almost sprang out of your chest. 

“who’s doomed?” you hear a loud yet comforting voice coming from the hallway. you look up to see draken, smiling ear to ear as he holds a cake box. 

“draken!” the three of you giddily call in unison and he smiles wider. 

mikey isn’t far behind him, peeking out to say, “there’s no way you guys thought we were gonna eat a cake they made right? it’s literally y/n, we would’ve died. i think baji almost did when he ate your confession chocolate.” 

“i’m going to ignore that for now.♡︎” you chime, keeping the strained smile on your face. 

“you guys are so mean to my protégé.” mitsuya chides, giving you a pat on the back. “anyway, we’re running out of time before he gets home, let’s finish this up.” 

you all nod and run off to your places, with you cleaning up the kitchen, and yourself, as best you can before you head out to the living room. the decorations are strung up nicely, courtesy of emma and hina, although takemichi, chifuyu, and pah definitely tried their best. you’re a little nervous, heart fluttering, as the lights dim and everyone crouches in place. 

you wait a few moments, eyes adjusting to the now darkened room as you catch a wave from chifuyu right before the front door slams open. equally as loud as the slam shut, baji talks to his mom on the phone. 

“yeah ma, i just got home. thanks for hangin’ with me today. huh? oh yeah, i’ve got plans with the guys tonight…” he mutters, phone pressed up against one shoulder as he kicks his shoes off. “unfortunately, its just the guys, said they couldn’t get off work early enough..” he trails off, a solemn expression on his face and you bite back the urge to laugh. 

“alright, love you ma, talk to you later.” he says as he hangs up, placing his book bag onto the floor. as he hits the lights, you all pop up out of place. 

“happy birthday, baji!” you cheer out in unison. it’s an explosion of streamers, confetti, and colors with some of you using party poppers and some of you using the blowers. 

he jumps while breaking out in a shit-eating grin, his pearly canine teeth in full view. his eyes scan the room til they fall onto you, the excitement sparked behind them clear as he immediately makes his way over to you. 

“no fuckin’ way,” he laughs, throwing his arms around you, before peppering kisses on your cheeks. “should’ve known you were a liar.” 

you hug him back, but pull off slightly, when you suddenly feel the heavy eyes of everyone around you. “o-okay keisuke, that’s enough.”

he presses a final kiss to your forehead before turns and glares, “huh? you guys got a problem with this?” 

mikey glares back, “yeah. i do.”

baji releases you, walking over to “square up” with mikey. the two of them bickering about the importance of everyone showing up, but also, a significant other is important too, and besides, “i was about to greet everyone, it’s not my fault you can’t find a date.”  

“here we go,” draken sighs, before sliding onto the couch. “emma, can you get me something to drink?” 

you shrug, settling in next to kazutora who’s excitedly bringing out the games for the night. the rest of the party goes well, the laughter bouncing off the walls of your shared apartment. it’s a nice little life you’ve got with baji so far. while he studies his ass off in school, your work is good enough to support the both of you. it’s cozy, it’s everything you’ve wanted. 

as the night winds down and everyone clears out, you find yourself cleaning up. you tell keisuke not to worry about it, “it’s your night, i’ll finish up here.” but he tsks you away, shoving littered plastic forks and plates into a bag anyway. he finds you in the kitchen later on, washing a few trays that were used to set the food out. 

he snakes his arms around your waist, breath tickling your ear as he asks, “so where’s my cake?” 

“huh?” you giggle, turning off the sink. “what are you talking about? we ate it all earlier?” 

“no, not that one.” he grins, his pretty hair falling over your shoulder. “the one mikey told me you made.” 

you freeze, that little shit. “uh… honestly, we threw them away. even with mitsu’s help, i couldn’t make you anythin’ good.” 

“well, that’s no good.” he hums for a bit, before spinning you around, a devious smile on his face. 

“kei?” you ask, but you’re interrupted by his lips on yours. 

“guess i gotta settle for somethin’ even sweeter.” he murmurs, before his hands are cupping your cheeks as he kisses you again and again.

“you’re so fucking cheesy.” you giggle in between kisses, hands naturally coming around his waist. “happy birthday, keisuke.♡︎” 

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers fluff #baji keisuke x reader #baji keisuke fluff #baji keisuke x yn #baji keisuke x you #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x yn #pibby writing

[frikatilhi]

I have to write some of this down so I don't forget

Joker out at Kulttuuritalo 2.3.24

The boys seemed to be a bit baffled at soundcheck at first - as were we in the audience 😂 How are we supposed to be and act? Except when Bojan came and was so easy-going and put everyone at ease and high-fived/shook everyone's hand and put the Finland's son-in-law sash on and gave hugs and then said "excuse me, son-in-law coming through" and talked to us a lot, he really knows how to command a space

This has been all over the place, but they were rehearsing until midnight the day before because of technical issues with the sound program that Bojan could not explain because he doesn't understand any of it (that's okay Bojan, you can just sing and look pretty). Nace had been up until 4 am fixing it

they sang Vse Kar Vem and Dopamin (which wasn't on the set so they probably will change it up in different gigs) and it was a lot of fun! People shouted "Peliä!" to them when they were leaving and Bojan shouted it back. He also told us to have fun and "scream as loud as you can" ☠️

Bojan said he is in a chatty mood and is going to talk a lot today (I'm not sure he actually did talk more than usual? but it was nice to hear from him ❤️)

Hojan was on my bingo card but not quite like THAT. I love it that they wanted to include him somehow but do something different ❤️

BOJAN'S PÖTSI. It was out a lot, bless him. He does have a belly button! And a stomach mole, apparently? (Need more hi-res prof plis)

I have to mention Kris' cake even though we were on the under-18 side so I did not get to look as much as I would have wanted to. But today I'll be on the other side heh

I love Nace's hair and he is adorable so there

NEW SONGS I AM DEAD. Bojan seemed a bit nervous, he didn't look at the audience much? But he skipped and bounced and it was adorable. He said it was nerve-wrecking. But they were really happy afterward! (I kinda want to learn some bits of the lyrics so if they do them again today we could sing along)

Everybody's waiting was so amazing live, Bojan said how that made him the most nervous of all because "now *I* have to play that thing". But it was so so good and they were elated after it, seemed super relieved, like punching the air happy 😭

METULJI 💕 Bojan was very touched with all the butterflies, that was pretty, it was an amazing version

The back drop and the drum design were so beautiful!!!

It was so cool meeting moots, please if you're there today I would love to say hi

Jere with a big entourage there showing support, uhuhuu

The crowd on the floor was nice and let people go to get water and go to the bathroom and then come back. It was a long night to stand around ☠️ Kultsa is so nice in that front row is like a mile long so that probably helped.

#joker out #see you soon tour #ramble ramble #concert recap

[ja3hwa]

Congratulations on 3K my love, it's rightfully early and I'm so happy to be a moot and read your talented writing.

Can I please request...Jongho and the prompts:

52: Maybe you should just give up

23: I can't wait to take this off you

Thank you lovely!!

Prompts : As Listed Above^^

【sʏɴᴏᴘsɪs】 : Running for most of the night, you seek a safe haven from a sweet stranger. The only thing is, he wasn't such a stranger by the end of the night.

『ᴡᴏʀ�� ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ』 :  5.96k

-> ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: Smut, Fake Angst, Fluff.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: (FreedomFighter) Criminal!Jongho x Runaway!Reader (She/Her Female Anatomy Used)

[ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs] : Dystopian world. LORE ACCURATE! Jongho is viewed as a criminal, but he's more of an anarchist. Making out. Dry humping. Knife play. Lingerie. Unprotected sex. Swearing. Pet names. Fake names. Run in with the law. Criminal activity. Big beefy Jongho. Fake non-con (dub-con)Nipple play. Use of the word slut. Pussy torture. Mention of subspace. Climaxing without penetration. Crying (slight dacryaphilia). Ripping of clothing. Sir kink. Mean-ish Dom/sub dynamics. Multiple orgasms.

Note : I went a little overboard with this one, and I have no clue why. It just kinda grabbed a hold of me. But I hope you enjoy it, my darlings ♡♡

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You ran. As fast as your legs could take you. Running through the quiet streets, the moon only just lighting your way. Your hand gripped the poles to a barrier of some kind, pulling yourself up with momentum before not so gracefully swinging over the barbed fencing. You didn’t look back, not wanting to see how close the two very ample men chased you. You swore over and over in your head as you thought for a second about which direction will shake them from your tail. In truth, this was completely your fault. You had to open your stupid mouth about freedom and down with the government towards one of those freaky men in all white. And now he called his hounds on you. Typical. Two very shivery-looking cops. Pigs….

“Shit…” You mumbled finding yourself in a dead end, not knowing what to do. That was until your eyes spotted a glint of light, a mechanic shop that seemly was still open. Better that than getting caught. You thought, jogging over, making sure no one spots you. There was a car covered in a tarp in the centre of the shop floor, with tools and machines scattered around it. Who would be working on a customer's car this late? Another thought wondered in your mind as you tilted your head to the right slightly. You walked carefully through the shop, past all the tools. Making sure not to hit the car on the way through. You notice a door in the back, thinking the worker was possibly behind it. A decision came to mind, knock and ask nicely for the worker to help, or… force them to help you. 

God, when did you become such a bad person? Forcing someone into helping you? How could you even begin to think of such a thing? 

“Is there a reason why a cute thing like yourself is doing in my shop late at night?” A deep voice echoed around you, making your body shiver and your brain near short circuit. Turning quickly you see a man standing next to the covered car, leaning against it with his large arms crossed. You go to open your mouth when your eyes glance over the piece of the cloth on the car that was tugged upwards from the strange man leaning against it. That when you noticed what type of car it was…. it was.

“Are you going to answer me or am I gonna have to arrest you and ‘terrogate it out of you?” His accent caught you off guard, making you take a step back almost bumping into a rack of equipment. The blue and red stripes that decorate the car, and the badge that hangs on his pants just hiding under his mechanic jacket.

“You’re a…” Your eyes were glued to his badge. He took notice, looking down himself with a sly smirk. His hand pulls his jacket up so he could pull the badge off his belt.

“A cop?” He tilted his head while waving the gold emblem in your face slightly. You felt your throat go dry, not only had you spent the last hour running from cops, but now you had run straight into the lion's den. Your doe eyes scattered around the room, trying to look for a way out and before you could notice, the strange tall man stepped towards you. His tongue clicks, scanning your features. You were definitely beautiful and… different. He has never met a woman in trouble with the law before. So, of course, you intrigued him. “Maybe you should stop running. Or I might just cuff you and make you give up.”

You visibly gulped, feeling so small in power compared to him. Your eyes snapped from his to gaze down his broad body towering over you. You can smell his vanilla musk cologne making your head spin in the best way. You were falling slowly into his seductive trap and he was excited about it.

“You’re not a typical cop…” You scanned the badge a little more intensely and notice the number on it was forged. A very good one at that but no good enough to fool someone like you. It finally clicked in your head who he could be. You’ve heard about a group of criminals as the government calls them. But they were more like freedom fighters, anarchists…. So He was a good guy? Right?

“No, I’m not.” He chuckled darkly, feeling himself go crazy at the innocence that spilled off your tongue. You were like a little bunny, running right into a wolf trap. Scared but just as intrigued as him.

“I think she went this way!!” A loud voice echoed into the shop, making you start to panic. You needed to leave, to hide. Maybe run? The man in front of you suddenly took a step back, walking quickly over to the door to what you thought was an office. He tilted his head with a hurried ‘in here’. you moved into the room seeing it was in fact an office, but there was a little couch that had seemly been turned into a bed. It was messy, papers scattered everywhere, but you couldn’t care about anything at the moment, only worrying about the actual cops that had been chasing you for most of the night.

Two guards stop outside the shop, inspecting it. But before they could enter any further, your stranger stepped out. “Can I help you, boys?” He chucked a have-ass smile while rubbing his hands against a dirty oil.

“Who are you?” “Where’s Mr Alexander..” “You’re not the normal mechanic.” “Have you seen a woman run past here?”

“Guys, chill. I’m John.” The stranger that seemed to be named John, shook his head trying to calm the pigs down. “Alex is sick currently so I’ve taken over.” he gave both men a devilish smile, seemingly making both men calm down. He then directed them in a direction towards the far city border, saying he did hear some faint women's voice echoing down those particular streets. And so, off they went, disappearing into the night. 

“John huh…” You spoke, leaning against the door frame seeing the men have finally left and you were in the clear. John turned around and rubbed the back of his neck slightly giving you a softened look.

“Actually John is not my name. But I don’t need them knowing who I really am.”

You took a step forward, nodding a bit, while crossing your arms in front of your chest almost like you were trying to protect yourself. you held off your question for a moment watching as he took a step forward, inching ever closer to you. Like it was an unspoken rule to be close to one another. Like a pull of some sort, making sure neither of you were too far from the other.

“Then what do I call my saviour then?” you tried to laugh a little in order to make light of your awkwardness. Which seemed to work as he too laughed slightly. 

“Jongho….Choi Jongho…”His gummy smile made your heart flutter.

“Cute.” You spoke without thinking suddenly catching yourself out. “I-uh… I…” You couldn’t even finish your sentence, mind completely going blank. He seemed to notice, taking another step forward, daring his chances. He wants to see how close he could exactly get to you. And with every short step, it's proven you aren't afraid of him. In fact it seemed like you were more enticed, slipping into a slumber of calmness around both of you.

“Not as cute as yours is, I assume.” He pushed even further noticing a blush paint your features, decorating your precious ears. You didn’t notice at first, but his body was almost flushed against yours. But neither of you felt the need to move away from one another. Like you two had spent forever being close and never apart. His hands dared to touch you, wanting to feel the softness of your skin. 

“My name is…” His eyes drew to your lips as you spoke your name.

“Like I thought…” His fingers, grabbed a piece of hair that layed on your face, pushing it behind your ear “Cute.” Jongho said, a sly grin spreading across his face. He was all sharp angles, his jaw looking like it was carved from steel. Even his eyes looked so harsh as he stared down at you. The world around you seemed to disappear like all the wrongs and time have stopped.

His eyes grew darker, feeling a sense of need or want. He needed to touch you and wanted to have you. A shiver threatened to wrack your body at the way his lips wrapped into a smile of affirmation, the hint of warmth and lust seeping into his tone. It was enough to have sparks flaring to your core, but you tamped them down immediately, your face trying to remain unphased.

Jongho’s grin ticked up higher as he could somehow read your thoughts, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he held a hand out to you, before whispering to you, “Come with me,” he murmured, the snap of a command in his tone.

Nervously, you slid your fingers into his grasp, feeling the callouses of his palm rub against the smoothness of your own. Another shiver slipped down your spine. Your legs felt weak beneath your weight and before you could stop yourself, you stumbled slightly as he pulled you along towards the back room. 

Once inside he pulled you close to himself, letting your hands fall to press against his chest, feeling his firm muscles beneath his jacket. His arms went around your waist, steadying you and drawing you closer. Looking up into Jongho’s face, you caught him staring down at you with hunger. Heat began to rise in your tummy, your body catching on before your mind. Leaning further against his chest without another thought. You were lost in his touch, his scent, but a moment later, his voice interrupted your staring.

“Didn’t think a woman who ran like you did to get here would be so unsteady on her feet,” Jongho murmured, a teasing smirk curling the corner of his mouth. Locking your knees, you try to make sure you didn’t stumble again. His sharp eyes were watching you closely, a smile so mischievous, his white teeth flashing making you gulp in anticipation. 

“You know I couldn’t help but think the moment I saw you tonight was how I can’t wait to take this off you.” He spoke his lustful promise in a deep tone while his fingers dance along the fabric of your top. Then he grabbed you suddenly, pulling you into his arms again. You fell into him, pressing flush against his body and feeling the bulge of his erection against your stomach. “Should I show you now—spread you out and make you cum on my cock on my office table?”

You gasped in irony, spitting out, “You wouldn’t dare.” Jerking a hand free in a cheeky manner from where he’d pinned them to your sides. Jongho smiled slowly, his expression all teeth and hunger as need sparked in his eyes. It seemed he intended to take your words as a challenge because, in the next breath, he was walking you backwards until you hit the office desk with the back of your knees. You didn’t fight against him, letting the lustfulness take hold of you. Wetness pooling between your thighs while you gripped against his muscled chest, your own desire growing with each breath you took.

Your tall stranger reached behind you, pressing his chest to you, his eyes drilling into yours, and cleared off the table with one clean sweep of his arm making papers and whatever else fall off around the room. “Is that a challenge honey? You want me a stranger to take you? Use you? Fuck you nice and hard?” he said, his words rumbling in his chest, the vibration teasing through your body. He had a determined look on his face and, at that moment, you thought he looked a bit like a god himself. He was eternal in your eyes.

“It’s a promise…” You whispered, feeling his gaze sweep down your body, hunger painting his face. Before you could start to squirm and add to your fake protest, he pushed you down on the office counter fully, covering your body with his own, and pressing you into the hardwood. He pinned your hands above your head, his hips settling against yours, his hardness flushing against your softness.

“Just wait and see then my honey—I always keep my promises.” With that, he placed his soft mouth against yours, taking your lips in a fierce kiss.

His lips pressed and tugged on your own, coaxing you with brutal diligence. His teeth nipped at your bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth, working you slowly. You gave in to him quickly almost forgetting you were supposed to have resistance from him. Your legs shifted, your knees widening as he slid between them, settling heavily into the cradle of your thighs. His hard, thick cock pressed to your heated core and a breathy moan slipped from your lips before you could stop it. You were lost to sensation, pleasure overwhelming your mind as you melted beneath your oh-so-friendly stranger. The corners of Jongho’s mouth tipped up as he pressed his advantage, grinding his hips into the opening from your thighs, gifting more gasps and moans from you. He slid his hands up from your wrists, tangling with your fingers even as he kept you pinned to the table, his lips working against yours perfectly. He fucked your mouth with his tongue and rocked his cock against your clit, taking possession of your body. 

It felt as though your mind had lost control of your body. Your thighs spreading wider and your knees climbed Jongho’s sides in haste, opening yourself up for him more willingly. Your fingers squeezed his, clinging to him and no longer trying to fight him off―but let's face it you weren't trying that hard to get him off you―. You were lost, your tongue twisted with his, your hips rising off the table to meet his grinding thrusts. Your bodies came together in a lustful and most primal dance. 

You pulled away from him so you could catch your breath, suddenly taking in your surroundings. Your body begged for him, a shiver of anticipation trickling down your spine and heat dripping from your core even as your brain told you to be wary of him. He is a stranger after all and you should always second-guess everything you did. Right? He moved to catch your wrists in one hand again so he could smooth the edge of his thumb down the side of your face, still holding you pinned to the office counter. As you stared up into Jongho’s hard eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw something almost soft in his gaze. It sent your heart thudding in your chest. It was hard enough to resist him when he was a stranger. If he went more soft and tender on you, you knew you’d be lost to him—not just your body, but your heart.

The softness you saw in his eyes moments ago was suddenly replaced with a dark hunger. A cocky smirk swept across his face as he tsked his tongue at you. “You look amazing honey. You know that?” he cheeked. With his free hand, he procured a small letter opener knife, grazing it along your side.

An audible whine sound burst from your mouth, and before you could nit back at him with a cheeky remark, Jongho was slicing through the tight fabric of your shirt, revealing the lingerie you’d worn beneath. It was red and lacy, with lavish silk ribbons holding the delicate material together to hide your most intimate places. Jongho ripped your garment down to your navel, his brown eyes sparkling with an insatiable pride at the sight of your body on display for him.

“Oh, Honey,” he murmured in a low rumbling that went straight to your pussy, making you throb. When his eyes had taken a long perusal of your soft breasts and curved plump waist, Jongho’s gaze returned to yours. “Did you wear this pretty little getup for yourself? Huh?” he asked in a taunting tone. He traced the flat tip of his knife around the edges of your lingerie, your body rioting at the feel of the cold steel against your skin. “or did you think someone was going to peel it off you tonight?”

Your expression hardened into a glare at his question, biting your lip you suddenly lost focus. Dropping the act for a moment you wanted to laugh, forgetting how to respond. “I wanted you to see it…” your mind went fuzzy, making him give you a bright smile, chuckling lightly at your subby tone.

“Baby…You wanna answer that differently?” He had to laugh, the plan you to made completely crumbling. The teasing tone he did went through your body, making your core dampen further.

“I’m sorry sir…” You whine grinding more desperately against him, dropping the act now entirely. You had planned out the evening so differently with Jongho early in the week, talking about wanting to up your sex life and mixing it with your “job” per say. But this was definitely not what you expected. The dominance Jongho showed, blurred your mind and sent you into a space you didn’t know you could enter. A submissive space where you could let Jongho take complete control and care for you.

He flicked his knife, slicing it through the lace covering one of your breasts. He didn’t wait for an answer, instead, he lent down and took your nipple into his warm mouth. Your gasp was seemingly answer enough for him as he growled appreciatively at the feel of you. He teased your nipple into a tight, hardened peak with his tongue and teeth, leaving it and nibbling on your sensitive flesh until you were breathing heavily.

Jongho had tortured your nipple to his satisfaction before he let it fall from his mouth and blew across it, the feeling of his warm breath on your wet, sensitive skin made you shiver in his hold. You wanted to squeeze your thighs together but your lover's hips were still wedged between your legs, his cock twitching against your slit through the layers of your thing joggers. Jongho noticed your body’s reaction to him and he grinned, catching your eye so you could see the spark of amusement in his gaze. He trailed his soft lips across your chest as he used his knife to push away the lace covering your other breast letting your chest free.

“Tell me how wet you are baby.” Jongho growled, his chocolate eyes darkening with intensity as he stared at you. With your hands pinned above your head and your lover wielding a knife, you pressed your lips tightly together trying to hide your desperate whimper. You held Jongho’s gaze, while he chuckled as he dipped his head and took your nipple into his mouth again, delivering the same treatment upon it as he had your other previously. A sharp gasp fell from your lips and your head fell back against the wooden office with a thud. you felt your head spin slightly from the pain but you couldn't care less as his tongue continued to swirl around your sensitive bud. He attacked your soft plump tits with a caringness you’d never known before until meeting him, licking and sucking on your nipples. All you could do was lay there at his mercy, trying not to be too loud in case someone else would hear the breathy moans and hearty gasps that wanted to escape your lips.

By the time he pulled away, a satisfied grin on his face, you were nothing more than a puddle of desire on his friend's office table. Your body was soft and compliant beneath his large frame and it took all your restraint in your foggy brain not to roll your hips against his, seeking the friction from his aching appendage that your weeping pussy so desperately needed.

“Mmm, I’m going to have fun with you, honey.” He rumbled, his deliciously smooth and deep voice settling low in your heated core. He lavished your chest with kisses for a moment. The drag of his jaw sent a delightful shiver down your spine. You couldn’t help yourself, a moan fell from your lips. “Such a filthy little slut, aren’t you?” 

“Please Jongiee” you shot back not bothering to answer him. Your voice was breathier than you could handle not being able to control yourself anymore. He rocked his hips into yours, making your words dissolve into a pathetic moan. He ground his hard length against your dripping core through the layers of your clothes, stoking your pussy against the harsh fabrics. 

“What was that, baby?” he asked teasingly, but yet, an affectionate tone. “You want me to take care of you?”

You had to stop yourself from nodding like an idiot and agreeing with him straight away. But he knew what you wanted, reading you like an open book. Slipping his fingers through your papers, learning each word and chapter writing all over your beautiful body. A satisfied smirk curled on his mouth, the expression so sinful you didn’t know if you wanted to slap him for keeping you waiting or pull him down for a kiss and beg him to fuck you so hard you see stars. Your eyelids fluttered and a soft, gasping moan fell from your lips as pleasure rocked through you.

Jongho knew too well how to work your body up into a frenzy, his hips grinding his hard cock into your dripping pussy while his mouth lavished your nipples with kisses and bites that sent pleasure shooting straight to your core. He toyed with one of your nipples again, furthering his torture on your body. He circled the other nipple with the sharp tip of his knife, sending excited thrills through your body. 

Your pleasure was rising higher and higher, coiling tightly as your legs clung to your lover’s waist and your own hips rose to meet his hard, grinding thrusts. When he rubbed his hard cock against your clit again and sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your breast, your eyes flew open as the tension in your body suddenly snapped. A sharp cry escaped your mouth and your body trembled as you came all over your panties and most lightly your joggers.

You were unravelled, your body quaking and your lips moaning his name like a broken record as your orgasm ripped through you. A sob tore from your throat and tears spilled from your eyes and pleasure overwhelmed your mind. It was too much to comprehend that you had come so hard for him and you both still had most of your clothes on.

“That’s it, such a good girl,” he murmured the soft praise as his grinding hips worked you through the aftershocks of your release. “Such a good little slut for me” He kissed away your stary tear “My Darling,” he said, his voice a low rumble. The possessiveness in his tone washed over you, making your heart thump in agreement.

“My Jongie,” you whispered through swollen lips from his kisses and your crying. His expression softened into a look so pure and vulnerable. You wiggled your hands against his hold until he let you free. Slowly, you brought your arms down and reached for him, cupping his face in both your hands. “Mine,” you said fiercely.

A gentle, genuine smile curved his mouth. “Yours,” he replied before leaning down and placing his lips to yours in a passionate kiss. When he pulled away, his voice was gruff with emotion. “I love you.” Before you could respond, he began tearing the clothes from your body, using his knife to rip it to shreds while being careful not to hurt you in the process. Happiness and excitement bubbled up in your chest. You giggled before you could stop yourself, delight soaring through you. 

Something warm and overwhelming filled your heart and you smiled up at your man. “I love you too,” you murmured, reaching your hands out to him. He shed his jacket, tossing it onto the couch beside both of you, before climbing back up your body. You tilted your head into his soothing touch as he stroked your cheek, but were quickly distracted by his shirt, running your hands up his chest to his collarbone. 

Your fingers made quick work of the material as you responded to him. You pushed his shirt off and let your fingers start to explore his bare chest. He was all cut muscle and golden skin. There were scars dotting across his pecs and abdomen from old wounds, and you traced those delicately wishing you could kiss each of them like you have so many times before. Smiling down at you with affection written plainly across his face as he discarded the item on top of his jacket. Ducking down, Jongho dragged his lips slightly over yours in a ghost of a kiss. Grumbling through a smile of your own, you tilted your head, capturing his mouth in a proper kiss. His lips curled in a smile before he devoured you with his kiss, his mouth demanding and possessive as it moved against yours. When he finally pulled away, you were both breathless.

“Ready for my cock, Honey?” Jongho rumbled, grinding his hardness against your dripping pussy through his pants and your leggings. Heat and need coursed through you, your wet folds rubbing against the drenched lace between your legs and the hot, hard length of him. But it wasn’t enough, you needed more. 

“Please Sir pretty please….”

Jongho chuckled, The ruins of your shirt and bra lay in tatters around you, framing your body for his eyes only. “God and here I thought you couldn’t get any more beautiful.” He trailed the edge of his knife down your body, digging into your soft skin but never actually piercing your flesh. The delicious drag of the blade made you shiver, but the loss of contact against your pussy had your mind clearing somewhat but not quite.

Jongho pressed the flat edge of his knife against your clit to let you feel the cold steel against your heated flesh. He grinned down at you, bending down and planting a hand beside your head, watching as pleasure contorted your face. He dragged his knife against your clit, watching as your hips twitched in response. You gasped and writhed beneath Jongho’s knife. He was being so careful, and you were trying not to move too much so you didn’t hurt yourself, but it was too much of a tease for you to control. You needed more. And with a flick of his wrist, Jongho caught the hem of your leggings on the tip of his knife and he sliced through it, baring you finally as he tugged all the broken fabric off you. You whimpered as the cool air of the office brushed against your heated core.

“So beautiful, Honey,” he murmured, his tone adoring as he worshipped you with his eyes. He began dragging his knife along your body, tracing your soft curves slowly. He circled your nipples with the tip of the blade, making you gasp as excitement thrilled through you, shooting directly to your slit and making you throb desperately.

He moved the blade down so he could tease your clit with the blunt edge of the knife. He then slid it through your dripping folds and you fought to hold yourself still when all you wanted was relief. It was blissful torture. Chuckling, Jongho pulled the steel blade away from your throbbing core, holding your gaze as he licked your arousal from the silver edge. For a moment, you were stunned by this man's actions. Your fingers shaking in their eagerness, you reached for Jongho’s belt, undoing it and reaching into his pants to pull out the cock. He was thick and hot in your hands, feeling bigger and heavier now that it was out of his jeans.

You circled your fingers around his girth while he twitched in your hands, making saliva pool in your mouth as you ached to take him down your throat. While you stroked his cock loosely, Jongho hastily threw his knife down beside you and pushed his pants and boxer briefs down his legs, your focus getting distracted when his muscular thighs were revealed to you. You took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his thick thighs his big, hard cock. His big beefy frame. He leaned down over you, bracing himself on a forearm beside your head. His lips found yours in a kiss while you continued stroking his length, twisting your hand around his tip and smearing his precum down his length until he pulled away with a groan. “Let me inside that sweet pussy, honey,” he rasped, an almost desperate pleading note in his voice.

Moaning and nodding your head, you guided his hard length to your slick folds, rubbing the tip of him through your wet pussy and teasing your clit until you were both panting against each other's lips. Finally, when you couldn’t take it anymore, you pushed the head of his cock at your entrance and his hips pressed forward until his tip drove into your tight heat. You both moaned raggedly, staring into each other's eyes. 

“So fucking tight, Honey, so perfect,” Jongho rasped, dragging his lips across your jaw and planting kisses down your throat. “You are just made for me aren’t you baby.”

Nodding stupidly, you wrapped your arms around Jongho’s shoulders and held on, moaning loudly when he pushed deeper into your fluttering hole. He was so hot and hard, but he was moving too slowly for your liking. You needed more and you needed it now. Your knees climbed the sides of Jongho’s chest planting your feet onto the wood table below you, opening yourself for him so you could urge him deeper. A growl tore from Jongho’s throat and he shoved his cock deep, burying himself in your pussy and making you cry out sharply as your tight hole stretched to accommodate his thick length. He filled you up perfectly, pausing for a moment to give you time to adjust. He rumbled random words before sucking the skin of your neck between his teeth hard enough to leave his mark on your body.

Your heart thumped in your chest as he filled you up so perfectly and you felt so safe and cherished in his arms. “Jongie,” you whispered, threading your fingers through his soft mixed-dyed hair. You rolled your hips in an effort to get him moving, unsure if you could get your lips to work enough to form a sentence. Your walls clenched desperately around Jongho’s thick cock, needing the friction that would drive your pleasure higher. Jongho recognized your body’s pleas and began moving his hips, at first only rolling in small thrusts, grinding the base of himself against your clit. It felt so good, nearly taking your breath away, and yet it wasn’t enough. You wanted him to fill you up and fuck you hard.

“Jongho, please, I need more—fuck me harder, fuck me like your little slut, please,” you begged, your voice raspy with desire.

“Mm,” He hummed, rising so he hung above you. His darkened gaze roved over your face, taking in the way your expression was twisted with pleasure and need. “You beg so sweetly, Honey,” he murmured, a smirk curling the edge of his mouth as warm affection shone in his eyes. He pulled his hips back until only the tip of his cock was still inside you before slamming deep into your waiting heat, wrenching a lusty cry from your lips. “Such a gorgeous little slut for my cock.”

All you could do was moan in response as he set a brutal pace, fucking you so thoroughly your mind went blank but for the pleasure that consumed you. Jongho growled out through gritted teeth, his cock ploughing into your wet pussy over and over, driving your pleasure higher and higher. He sealed a kiss from your lips. Then he shifted the angle of his body, pushing your thighs up and wider for him. Letting your calves hang over his shoulders and pinning you to the wooden table with his heavy weight. “Gonna fill you up with my cum, Honey,” He muttered, his eyes fixed on the spot where your bodies joined. 

“Fuck yes, please Sir, cum inside me,” you said with a filthy moan, your head flailing as your pleasure peaked. You clung to his biceps, nails digging into his skin to ground you as your mind threatened to float away on a wave of bliss. He pressed more kisses to your face before shifting his weight onto his knees. His hand circled your throat, pinning you to the office array. His fingers squeezed the sides of your neck lightly making your body finally settle. Jongho didn’t grip you too hard, but you found it was exactly what you needed. Your eyes opened and you stared up at him, feeling devotion in your heart and knowing it was written plainly across your face. 

“Cum for me,” he rumbled, his free hand finding your clit as he kept pounding into your soaked cunt. His cock hit a spot deep inside you on every thrust and that, along with his fingers mercilessly rubbing your clit, had sparks flaring all over your body. You came with a choked scream, your body going tense and your hips rising off the furniture to take Jongho’s cock further inside you, as deep as it would go. Pleasure overwhelmed your senses until you were staring mindlessly up at him with a goofy smile. When your awareness returned, the first thing you saw was the awe on Jongho’s face. You grabbed him and dragged him down for a messy kiss, his cock still pounding into your clenching pussy. 

“Cum inside me, Jongho,” you muttered when you pulled away, letting him see your eyes and how desperate you were for him. “Please…” Jongho squeezed his eyes shut for a moment like he needed to gather himself, and when he opened them again, they were sparked with determination, lust and something deeper. He growled in affirmation as he shoved his cock inside you, plunging as deep as he could go, his thrusts turning sloppy as he chased his own release. After a few more strokes, he came with a loud groan. His cock twitched as he spilled his white liquid in your pussy and you moaned softly at the feeling of him filling you up.

He then collapsed soon after on top of you, letting your legs fall around his waist as he lay his head on your still-heaving chest. His arms wrapped around you, holding you tight against him. You threaded your fingers through his wet hair, enjoying its softness as you both caught your breath. After a short while, Jongho picked his head up and looked at you, satisfaction written candidly in the grin on his face. You couldn’t help but smile in return, drawing him in for a kiss. 

“So much for roleplay.” He giggled through the kiss.

“I prefer knife play anyway…”

He couldn’t help but laugh at your words.

-♥︎

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MOOT GAME: " make up a trope for your moots and their biases. doesn’t need to be romantic. can be crackfic/funny/anything you want ^ㅇ(๑>◡<๑)ㅇ^ "

Okay- so, first of all, thank you so much Anon, for this ask and I'm sorry I responded to late, but I had to take my time with this one.😭💖.

So here it goes, (i know i said i'd do two biases, im sorry guys, i love yall too much and i get too invested the word count was killing me)

1) @edenesth

Park Seonghwa- Rivals to Lovers

Here me out, he owns an old book shop across the street, he's been there longer than you too. This was his turf, his town, his people, people who loved to read in his cozy library, with its olden print books, worn out pages, read through by generations of the same family.

All was great until one spring she shows up, with her whole pastel plus minimalistic vibes, all with the cutesy trinkets and plants, with warm lights- he noticed some books too, but they were only for show- in conclusion it was a horrid place.

A horrid place where most teens would go to after school now, no longer going to his bookshop, where they'd gossip, read novels or mangas, or even look at pretty pictured magazines (the safe kind, mind you he kept nothing nasty). What's worse was that the older folk began to go there, too! Especially because of how nice she was to them, so polite and so pretty and - ANNOYING.

He even went to 'inspect' the place, with a sour mood and an ill intention, though he was greeted with a burst of sweet aroma, one that had his stomach growling and his inner foodie, begging him to pick at least one of the many pastries or have a cup of steaming, delicious coffee. What came next was worst, her, with her gentle smile and angelic features.

"Hello! Welcome to Spring Avenue, how may we help you today?"

"You're taking my traffic."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

"Of course you don't."

With that he had walked out, starting a cold war, between the two. Ironically, she was a pacifist, never a fighter, but boy, did he piss her off, he knew all those buttons that would have her steaming like a hot latte.

The war had begun;

It all began when he put a " 10% off sign on Mangas, Fashion Magazines and Manhwas" that took a god chunk of her traffic.

In retaliation, she launched a "Friendship campaign, any customer that brings a friend gets a cake slice free."

Spend 2 hours reading here and leave with a borrowed book/novel of your choice."

"Buy a coffee and get a cookie free."

This continued throughout the season, so did their rivalry, to an extent that led their divided customers sense the tension. And like usual, highschoolers are escapists and this little feud of Seonghwa and her's was a problem they'd like to avoid, from her cafe they could see their beloved bookshop owner Seonghwa scowl at them, and if they were leaving the bookshop, the kids could feel the uneasiness in her smile that she give them once they'd pass her by.

"Congratulations, you're in loss." She sighed, closing the file, earning a scowl from the cafe owner, "Hey, I'm just here to check your bills, loss, and profit stuff, don't shoot the messenger."

"Alexia, come on." She whined, this was her dream, she'd put in her life's savings for this, "What should I do, Lexi?"

"Gosh, maybe not give out stupid discounts four times in a month?" Alexia sighed, rubbing her face, leaning back to stare at the bookshop across the street, "San said he knows the owner, maybe you guys could do a collab, instead of trying to each other's traffic."

"Who's San?" She asked her best friend, slash account manager and Public Relations officer- wait, was she dating!?

"Oh- uh- hey would you look at the time?" Alexia got up, grabbing her disposable coffee cup and bag, "Tell you what, you ask the bookshop owner dude about this? Okay? I'll get back with the details on Monday!" She called out as she walked towards the door, ignoring the cafe owner's questions about this San, "BYE LOVE YOU!"

That's how she found herself standing Infront of his bookshop that evening, still debating if she should go in or not? Was this idea even worth it, the guy was rude, annoying, stupid, incredibly handsome and sweet with kids and- the hell.

"Can I help you?" His deep voice came out of no where

She almost jumped out of her skin, only to turn around and spot the man she had been hating for the past ten months, standing there in all his angleic glory, with that ugly sweater and that overly comfortable scarf, not to mention his hair, his undercut had grown, quiet well too, perhaps he really was blessed with good genes.

"I uh..." she trailed off, pouting to herself, thinking of how he'd react, maybe he would make fun of her, or insult her or even go as far as to tell the town about her poor business management skills.

"Are you still open?" his question had caught her off guard, staring at him quietly wanting to see if this was a trick, only it wasn't, for when she nodded, he had looked around and then asked if he could...get a cup of coffee from there.

Of course she had said yes, why on earth would she say no to a customer, she needed the business. Unfortunately, that one cup of coffee, turned into two, then three, well- not as unfortunate as she would like it to be.

The two, mind you, who still didnt like each other, began to learn a lot about each other. He learnt how she was genuinely a sweet, caring and gentle person, her persona was indeed not fake but very real, this is who she was. She on the other hand, learned that he had inherited this business from his family, and he was an avid reader- sort a geek, a cute geek, a cute geek that could eat a whole chocolate cake with three mugs off coffee like it was nothing.

It wasn't until the third week of him visiting her cafe, that when he had stepped out to go there, he had bumped into her. She had almost fallen, but he was quick, gripping her wrist and pulling her into his chest, only to laugh when she mumbled an excuse, though he was glad she couldn't hear how his heart was hammering against his chest, wanting to stuff itself in the breast pocket of her coat.

That day she had asked him if she could check out his book shop, because she had been looking for old English bakery recipes and she couldn't find it anywhere, not any store around or online. Of course he had taken her to the right isle, in the right section in no time, this bookshop was his life and collecting and sifting through books was his passion, that day he had seen her passion, she had sat there, on the floor the entire night, reading book after book, mumbling to herself as she noted down recipes. He had sat next to her, helping her jot down notes, bringing her coffee- well not as good as hers, but good enough. At one point he had even ordered them a late night snack, well snacks, because he's a growing boy. He had closed the shop with the two inside, even pulled out a blanket and some cushions from the lounging area so she could comfortably work- she was a passionate girl and ironically he had realised something that night, only it turned into a full blown epiphany in the morning.

Next morning she had woken up right next to him, her head on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her as the blanket was draped over the two, they had fallen asleep while reading- oh my, he really was pretty up close.

Though the two pretended nothing had happened, nothing had changed, however, everyone around them had noticed, the highschoolers would giggle when he'd come to her cafe for a cup of coffee, or how the older folk would pat him on the back when she'd step into the bookshop calling him out for help, with her little, "Hwa?"

Neither really knew how it happened, but one night while closing up he had waited outside for her, telling her he'd drop her home, even though she lived close by. Slowly this had become part of their routine, he'd often talk about the latest manga or an issue to the Star Wars comics or whatever on earth he'd talk about, but she'd always listen. Always smile and laugh at his jokes, while he'd readily accept any test recipes she'd try, telling her that his stomach was like a blackhole.

But when do the two get together? Simple, on New Years Eve, when he had to close his shop but she had decided to leave her cafe open, wanting to cater to all those who were celebrating the arrival of the new year with their loved ones, she knew Seonghwa had to go home anyway and she didn't want to spend the night alone since her family was out of town. What she did not expect was a few minutes before the strike of midnight, the cafe door chimed open as she turned to greet the customer, only to freeze at the sight before her- Seonghwa entering with a bouqet of origami flowers, smiling at her as he slowly walked to her;

"I- I know you don't like plucking flowers or bouqets, so I made you these."

"You...made these?"

"Ofcourse."

"W-why?"

"I...because I..." but before he could finish his sentence his ears picked up the count down, causing him to quickly place the flowers on the counter and as soon as the fireworks rang in her ears, it was as if she could feel the burning warmth in her body, taking a second to process how his lips were on hers, his hands cupping her face as her hands instinctively went up to grip his coat, pulling him even closer. Who knew that one day she'll end up opening a cafe that also served as a bookstore, who knew that one day, her little, evil, handsome rival bookseller, would be the New Year's kiss she never knew she needed, the man she never knew she needed, the lover that she was blessed to have.

2) @yessa-vie

Jeong Yunho- Neighbors to Lovers

No, she was not the new tenant, he was, and for some ungodly reason he was also extremely ill-prepared to live alone. Like any other weekend, she was leaving her apartment to go to the cafe to sit in peace and finish her novel, but God had other plans. She had opened the door to come face to face with a tall, good-looking man, though the smile he wore scared her- he was one of those extroverts.

No, he was not mean at all, nor was he the manipulative kind, Jeong Yunho really didn't know how the pre-installed dishwasher worked, that's why he had come to her that fateful weekend, about to knock on the door but she had beat him to it, opening the door before he could, earning a sheepish smile in return- who knew his neighbour would be so gorgeous, who knew purple could look so good on someone?

"Hey, I- I moved in across the hall, apartment 19, lol, I guess we're neighbours, huh?"

She had only nodded meekly at his question, pulling her satchel closer to her person, not because she didn't like him, no, but because she wasn't much of a talker anymore, not so confident either and also- because regardless of how good looking this stranger was, he was still a stranger.

"I'm Yunho- Sorry to bother you, I know you must be going somewhere, but I- I uh- I wanted to know if you know how to operate the dishwasher?"

That's how she found herself in his apartment, leaving the maindoor wide open, so she could escape if something were to happen, but to her surprise he was just a regular idiot, one who thought the dishwasher was a rack used to dry the dishes- men.

That night Yunho met an angel, one who seemingly had her life planned out, held together well, while he was still trying to build something out of his- data analyst or not, living alone was not the easiest thing to do, yet, she seemed so nonchalant about it.

Overtime however, she noticed how he would come over to ask her for help often, sometimes it was the 'fridge isn't working right' other times it was the 'how much water do you add to rice while boiling it?' Honestly, she would've told him to piss off if it were anyone else, but it was her polite neighbour, her sweet polite, new neighbour who would pass her by in the corridor every morning, smiling at her and wishing her a good morning- even if she wasn't a morning person.

Ironically, he continued to ensure they cross paths, only because he wanted to get to know her, to talk to her, he really needed a friend, and since moving here meant Mingi and him could no longer hang out 24/7, he really needed another person to talk to, someone who was not Hongjoong from the finance department.

Ironically, she did not protest or tell him to get lost, instead she's quietly help him whenever he'd approach her, giving him a shy smile then going back to her apartment. That purple door tempting him to go back and knock on the old wood, wanting to know what Narnia like secrets she hid behind.

She let it be, truthfully, she wanted fo befriended him, but during these little adventures, she realised she had begun to neglect her book, the same book she had a deadline for, the same book she had been working on day and night, and now this puppy pops up and takes all her attention?

So what does she do? Simple, she starts to create some form of distance, leave before he'd be awake, come back home later too, also even if he did come to knock on her purple door, she wouldn't be there to answer it, so technically she wouldn't feel guilty right?

Wrong, instead God had punished her with a severe writer's block, one so bad that she had missed two of her deadlines, and according to her publisher, she was on her last chance. That's how she found herself at the very cafe where she would find solace, now on the verge of tears, staring at the laptop in pure agony, maybe this was payback for leaving him unattended and ignoring him or maybe she was never meant to be a writer.

A fresh cup of coffee was placed next to her hand, causing her to quickly pull back and look at the stranger, only her panicked eyes met a softer, more timid gaze, a gentle smile gracing her presence.

"Hey... you looked like you needed the juice." He smiled, gesturing towards the chair, as if asking for permission to sit down next to her, to which she nodded.

"I uh..." she paused. Should she even be asking him how he's been? Does she have the right to do so, or are they just neighbours- well, at this point, two strangers living across each other.

"I read your books by the way," he began, giving her a gentle smile, as he felt the way she had tensed up, honestly, initially he thought she was like that because his presence made her uncomfortable, but he soon realised it wasn't him, but she usually was this tensed all the time, this nervous and unsure, which made no sense to him because she was one of the most well functioning person he had met in the city, and he was glad to have moved in next to her, "It's great, the plotline is amazing and the details- you really captured the essence, I particularly liked the world you created, honestly, when I moved here I thought everyone wore those 'blockers' too. To not...feel stuff you know," he turned to look at her, only to catch her staring at him, a small chuckle escaping him when she cleared her throat, averting her gaze, "You were the only one who was nice enough to help me, even for the stupidest of tasks...it means a lot."

She stared at him in awe and disbelief. She had been trying to avoid him for almost a month now, couldn't he tell? Or was he just playing dumb- I mean he totally could be dumb, he didn't know a toaster comes with settings, just thought the numbers were there for the appeal.

After that the two began to "spend time together", it was strictly casual mind you, nothing personal, though he would drop by more often than usual, sometimes after work, sometimes on the weekends- to have dinner with her, he'd bring dessert, or to watch a movie with her, he'd bring the snacks- no, nothing domestic at all.

Or so they thought, because a few months in, he had come over by swinging the door open, yes he had the keys and she had his keys, only to find her standing there all dressed up.

"Where are you off to? What about movie night?"

"Oh no..." she gasped, "Yuyu, I forgot to tell you I had a date tonight." A date? Why? With whom?

"Wait, why?"

"What do you mean why?"

"Why would you go on a date when we- I mean...isn't it weird? Shouldn't you be more focused on your book, instead of this temporary romance?"

"Temporary romance?!"

"W-wait, I didn't mean it like that. It came out wrong-"

"Out."

"W-what?"

"I said get out!"

That happened a week ago, she had been avoiding him for a whole week, she had been ignoring his calls, his texts, his knocks- no he didn't barge into her apartment, it took him a great amount of time to get her to open up to him and he idiotically clowned himself. So he decided to go to the next thing, go to the official reading of her book launch.

He waited there at the back, listening to her intently, taking in each word, who knew he would ever fall in love with, her neighbour, the same girl who had helped with the dishwasher, brought him dinner at night, spent time teaching him the usual ropes of living alone- who knew the very same girl had changed the plot of the book, basing it on her life, expressing how the shy, depressed protagonist, who thought dying her hair purple would make her feel better, realised that the only thing that would make her feel better would be a companion, a tall, handsome man, with a heart of gold- it was not that she needed a man, no, she just needed a friend, and she had finally found one, the inspiration to her writer's block, the Chandler to her Monica, the- HE DIES!? 

He gasped, appalled at the way she had ended the story, where at the end, on his deathbed the man tells his beloved how she never needed him, but he needed her to function, to live through each day- bloody hell.

He waited for them to leave when he finally approached her, somewhat upset-no, he was very upset, as she stopped cleaning up to look at him, raising a questioning brow, "What?"

"I can't believe you!"

"Funny, Jeong, I should be the one saying that."

"What!? You killed me!?"

"What?"

"I come here to declare my undying love- no I come here to tell you how much you mean to me and apologise for never asking you out but getting upset when someone actually asked you out and you KILL ME IN YOUR NOVE?"

"First of all, I accept your apology, secondly, the protagonist was DEFINITELY NOT YOU, I made him up WAY BEFORE I met you."

"Oh..." he stared at her then looked around the almost empty bookshop, maybe he should just leave-

"So...Will you ask me out properly now or...'l"

"Move in with me."

"Too fast."

"Was worth a shot." He smiled when she let out a small laugh shaking her head at his antics, "Take me to dinner, Yunho." She smiled watching him lean closer then pause, as if asking for her permission,  "Can I...?" His question was answered when she gripped him by the lapels of his coat, pulling him closer to crash her lips against his, smiling when he wrapped his arms around her, pulling back only to press his forehead against hers,

"We move into my apartment..."

"What? Mine's great-"

"Yunho, have you seen the window and the balcony on mine?"

"Your apartment it is boss."

3) @jaehunnyy

Choi San- Bestfriends to Lovers

Idiots, these two were complete idiots who were utterly in love with each other but were also too blind to realise that - why? Simple, because both feared that confessing to the other may ruin the long-held, deep bond.

A bond that had developed at the ripe age of childhood, middle school, to be more accurate. The day he had come to school, bored out of his mind, staring outside the window, wondering if he could jump on the closest tree to escape this prison. What he had not expected was an angel to come and sit beside him, well technically, the teacher had made her sit next to him, and he hadn't noticed her until she poked his shoulder lighter, causing him to jerk back and gasp, earning a few chuckles from the glass as the teacher just sighed in defeat.

"Wh-Hello."

"Do you need help with that?" She asked, pointing at the math equation in front of him. He looked at his notebook and remembered that's what they were supposed to me doing- damn that was a lot of daydreaming.

"Yeah, I guess...do you... know how to solve it?" He asked the new girl, too afraid to make eyecontact.

"Here, I'll show you." Turning to face him, she pulled his scribbled notebook closer.

"I'm San by the way."

That day onwards, a nice and quiet introvert at the back of the class finally began to crack open. From time to time, you'd hear him whispering to her, talking about some anime or a film. Often, he'd be telling her about his cat, Byeol, and how pretty she was. During break you wouldn't see San next to her for the first five minutes, no, he'd be sprinting across the campus,jumping down the stairs to go to the canteen to get her something to drink with her lunch, or a sweet snack, regardless of how many times she'd say 'it's fine.' During self study hours, she wouldn't be studying, no, she'd be busy tutoring her athletically gifted friend, he was...a little dumb, but that's okay, he was hardworking and she'd tell him she'd help him where he'd get stuck, explain and tutor where needed- especially in math.

As they grew older, he grew into his body, his self-esteem issues slowly subsiding, his feelings for her deepening, yet, never enough to tip the scale, at the bring of an edge but never enough to flow out he had to keep it all under control, because that's just how San was, patient and calm, he would never take a step if there was an ounce of the doubt when it came to how she felt about him. Though watching her spread her wings into the beauty she was, well, was somewhat problematic for him. Especially when she'd come to him, smiling like that, greeting him with the gentle voice of hers, asking him if he liked her haircut.

"What do you think?"

"It's...very nice."

"Just very nice?"

"You'd look pretty to me even if you were bald."

Conversations like these would have her heart hammering against her ribcage, and she'd pray to God that he couldn't hear it. She'd pray for it when he'd be walking home side by side, his shoulder bumping into hers, or his hand brushing against hers, when he'd take her bag from her, clicking his tongue at how heavy it would be,

"You trynna' build muscles like me?" He'd ask, though he was still very fragile, he'd only started going to the gym when he noticed how the 'basketball team captain', had decided to ask her to 'help tutor him too', though she had politely declined.

"Hmm? Of course not, Advanced Math books are just big like that..."

"Why do you do this to yourself, dove?" A nickname she had gained over the time, one used only by him.

"Because I wanna teach one day, I love teaching, I want to make sure people realise subjects aren't difficult or they aren't dumb, it's just that they're not taught properly."

Yup, he was smitten, on his knees, begging for her please ( he was also an idiot).

Ended up in college with her, though in a different major, like hell the now 'mountain of a man', no longer the kitten-like fragile boy, was going to major in math- business was a way better option.

This wasn't a bad situation, though they rarely had a few classes together, she'd still make time to see him, to text him as soon as class would end, but he'd already be standing at the exit, waiting for her with a coffee in hand and a dimpled smile, reserved just for her.

In no means was Choi San an extrovert, but somehow along the line he had met one, who later claimed that his MBTI had changed to an introvert too, though he doubted that notion- Jung Wooyoung.

Boistorous, noisy, obnoxious but a genuinely nice person at heart, Wooyoung was his companion in his major's classes, he was also the first person to know about San's little secret, since San trusted him enough to know, though Wooyoung assured him he had figured it out as soon as San introduced him to her as his "bestfriend".

"You're an idiot." Wooyoung snorted, taking off his shoes as he walked into the 4th years tiny apartment.

"What? Why?"

"You really think I didn't know?"

"How did you kno-'

"You can be bestfriends with a girl since childhood, unless a) one of you confessed to the other and got friendzoned but still chose friendship or b) neither of you confessed but are secretly crushing over the other."

"Wow, should've been a psychologist instead of a business major."

"What can I say, Sannie? I am a man of many talents."

Things progressed like this for a long time, Wooyoung watched from the sidelines how the two would basically act like a couple that was not a couple- almost everyone at campus thought they were a couple and Wooyoung was basically the third wheel. Not that he minded, and San appreciated him for that, he was glad Wooyoung's relationship with his dove was platonic- borderline sibling-like.

But Choi San was a fool, one that Choi San, at the fresh age of 25 wished that perhaps he'd be able to take the next steps, but something at the back of his mind held him back, were his personal desires as important as this friendship?

Which is why he stood there watching his best friend get ready for her date, her date with Wooyoung. After a conversation he did not like, but what could he say? He was too afraid to even confess, and well, Wooyoung wasn't a bad guy, and technically, he was his friend.

"I'm gonna ask her out, Sannie." The brunnet sighed, before taking a sip of his coffee, humming at the bitterness, perhaps this bitterness was sweeter than the bitter taste that had developed in San's mouth at the statement.

"W-why?" The bigger man with the fragile heart whispered.

"Because...I like her...I'm sorry but...I gave you time, so much of it and...I just wanted you to be the first one to know...if she says no, we'll all still be friends, but if she says yes...San, I won't hold back."

That had led to her first anniversary with Wooyoung, then the second and finally a day before their third anniversary San had texted the couple how he wouldn't be able to make it to their anniversary party because he had work that day and he wished them the best.

What he did not expect was someone knocking on his door at 2 am, opening the door to find a tear stained Wooyoung, only for him to punch the taller man in the face, watching him stumble backwards then wipe his eyes and sigh, "I swear- if you weren't such a great guy, I would've stabbed you."

"What the F*CK WOOYOUNG?"

That night was the first time he had seen Wooyoung cry, cry about how when she read the message she had become a mess, one that even Wooyoung couldn't fix, begging him for forgiveness how she made a mistake, how even though she was happy with Wooyoung, her heart belonged to someone else, someone who she thought she could move on from since he never confessed, since he never liked her back the way she did, and though the text was a confirmation of that, she couldn't bear lying to Wooyoung, to give him only half the love of what he deserved, knowing he deserved someone who would teach him the true meaning of love, because she was a teacher with only one student in mind, the idiot of a man- Choi San.

That night San couldn't sleep, not a wink, he processed the words over and over again, so did she like him? Should he confess to her? Now? Wouldn't that make it awkward? Or should he wait? Would that be a mistake?

Though his questions were answered in the morning when the doorbell rang at 7 am, making the sleepy man sigh as he stumbled to the door with blurry eyes, opening it still half asleep, only the slap he received woke sobered him up quickly,

"OW- WH- WHY ARE YOU JUST LIKE WOOYOUNG!?"

"SHUT UP! DONT TAKE HIS NAME! I HURT HIM BECAUSE OF YOU!" Never in the many years of knowing her, had she raised her voice like that.

"I-"

"NO! LISTEN TO ME!" She yelled before shoving him inside so she could continue yelling inside, "I like you- and you- you d*ck you could tell him you liked me but you couldn't tell me!? All those horrible dates you watched me go to, but you couldn't stop me?! You knew you liked me yet you let Woo ask me out!?"

"I- I didn't wanna ruin what we had..."

"San, I- what if I had married Woo? Huh? Then what? When you already had half my heart, I-"

She couldn't finish her sentence though, because the next thing she knew, he was smothering her with all that pent up love, his lips pressing against hers with a ferocity she had ever seen in her gentle Sannie, wanting to claim what he was too scared to touch before.

He only pulled back when she lightly pushed him back, gasping for air, looking up at him all flushed and pink, her swollen lips just enticing him even more,

"W-what was that?" She breathed out.

"Never say you're marrying anyone but me, I would've ruined the wedding even if it meant being thrown out."

"You're an idiot Sannie."

"No, I just had a teacher who could teach me math, but couldn't teach me how to love properly - guess she was learning too."

#ask #ghostie #mutuals #edenesth #yessavie #jaehunnyy #choi san #choi san x reader #yunho #yunho x you #seonghwa x reader #park seonghwa #ateez #tropes #bestfriends to lovers #neighbours to lover #strangers to lovers #rivals to lovers #ateez scenarios #ateez fanfiction #fluff #wooyoung #mingi #hongjoong #jongho #yeosang

[loveromeo1641]

Ok I JUST finished persona 5 so here's all my thoughts and ramblings because I NEED to put this somewhere (none of my friends have played the game and I'm going insane) (I also currently don't have any persona 5 moots so you know......)

Major spoilers (obviously)

I despise Kamoshida. They did a REALLY fucking good job of making him hateable. Like for me personally, all the other palace-owners aren't nearly as detestable as Kamoshida is. I feel like it's because we see Kamoshida's actions directly hurting people in a way that no other palace-owner is shown, if that makes sense. Like Madarame's actions do hurt Yusuke very directly but it's just not the same vibes. I really absolutely hate Kamoshida and I'm glad he got justice.

I love the original group of four. I do like all the characters that come after them and join the group, but those four have a special place in my heart. They're iconic.

I love Ann's story during the first palace and I feel terrible for her BUT it grosses me out how the creators continue to sexualize her (and other female characters) for laughs throughout the game. Like why the fuck did they think any of those scenes were they have to wear extremely minimal clothing was necessary. It's so fucking weird. You can't just write a character who's plot point is that she's forced into uncomfortable sexual situations, and then force her into uncomfortable sexual situations for a joke. It's not only not funny, it's fucking disgusting.

Speaking of which, can Ryuji and Morgana stop making weird comments or suggesting weird ideas? I get it's supposed to be funny, but it's just uncomfortable.

Yusuke is the gayest man I've ever seen good god.

I want to date men in the game, Atlus, come on. Stop being homophobic, let me date a man. Let me date Ryuji please

I love Futuba. She's like my younger sister and I would kill for her. Which made me really fucking grossed out when the romance started happening. Like what the fuck was that huh. I'm sorry, you can't just have Ren (I think that's he's name) and Futuba have a siblings relationship like the entire game (not to mention their basically step-siblings), and then all of a sudden turn it romantic.

Speaking of which, it's kinda weird that you can date your teacher and doctor (and the other adults). Like not shaming anyone for picking those options cause the doctors hot as hell, but why would a teacher think it's ok to date their student or a doctor date their underage client. There's nothing wrong with choosing them to date, especially if you (the player) are an adult, but it's still weird that like four different adult women want to date you.

I've seen this said before, but the middle palaces are kinda boring. The story pacing falls off after Madarame's palace. Again, I love Futuba, but Kaneshiro's, Futuba's, and Okumura's palaces feel like there's much less at stake, especially Kaneshiro's. Not that I disliked the game at those points, but compared to the rest of the game, it's not as exciting.

The Nijima palace was my favorite. Oh my god, it was so interesting and well developed. The music was also FIRE. I liked going around and collecting chips to continue on to the next level, and I liked seeing a shadow that wasn't directly hostile towards the group. It was such an interesting concept. I also just love Sae as a character, I like that she's not directly evil and she has good intentions, she just got kinda lost at some point. I think that's a nice change of pace from the other palaces.

Ren and Akechi have the most romantic tension in the entire series. Like kiss already, jesus fucking christ.

I like all the phantom thieves except Haru. She feels so out of place. This isn't like an attack on her character or anything, but the issues with her Okumura Foods stock or whatever it was felt so... weird. Like I get she's in a tough situation, but she's also like a millionaire, so no matter what she decides, she would be set for life probably. I don't know, it just feels wrong to me

I cried when Akechi died :( I know he's technically a bad guy but come on. He deserved better. I want to bring him back from the dead and give him a hug. Have him and the other phantom thieves live a happy life being besties or whatever.

The ending felt weird. It was so much monologuing. I don't even know exactly what I didn't like about the ending, I just didn't like it. I also didn't play royal, I just played the original, so that might have changed it. I know that apparently I was supposed to talk to the wardens throughout the game and I just... didn't. Oops.

This is such a small thing but I hated the music for Shido's palace. It made me go insane and not in a good way.

I cried when I thought Ryuji died. And then I got mad when the cast beat him up for some reason???? Literally why did they do that????

I realized I didn't talk about Makoto at all but I love her. She's amazing. She can do no wrong idc

Ok final thoughts: I actually really liked the game. It's far from a perfect game but I generally enjoyed it. I'm glad I sat down and played it (for 100 fucking hours). Anyway, this is all just my opinions, I'm not bothered or anything if you don't agree with something I said. If you want to leave a comment either agreeing or disagreeing, I'd appreciate it as long as you're not a dick about it

#god this was a long post #oops #persona #persona 5 #ren amamiya #goro akechi #ryuji sakamoto #ann takamaki #yusuke kitagawa #makoto niijima #haru okumura #futaba sakura #persona 5 royal #persona series

[alienssstufff]

I can't help but ask what you were thinking when jrwi asked for you to draw the Galloway map! Were you interested in jrwi at some point :0

[this is gonna be really freaking long and emotional i am so sorry] Dude I was scared shitless.

like back in august when Charlie (and JRWI by proxy) were looking for artists for the BITW coc campaign, I replied under his tweet with my stuff Mainly for funzies (was egged on by moots) thinking he'd never actually pick me (there were SO so many good artists under that post ain't no way...)

.... and then he DID

like I wish I could fully emphasize how much that gig means to me imagine: one of my favourite CCs ever, from one of my favourite podcasts EVER, liked MY art and talked to ME to essentially be an environmental concept artist (which is like.. my dream job btw) for HIS campaign??

my monday afternoon that day exploded

and I felt so bad for him too ttwtt - ok - to Charlie our interactions were probably just like any other time commissioning an artist but for me I was mentally in the TRENCHES (in both a good and terrifying way). For someone with really, really, really horrible social anxiety I'm eternally grateful for his patience putting up with my awkwardness - he is seriously one of the most kindest people in the world ;_;

It was so nice hearing Charlie's ideas for the campaign and letting me build on top of it - it rly shows how important that campaign in particular and dnd as a whole is to him and the rest of the council and I feel so blessed to have been a part of that process >w<

I still have small notes lyin around, I can share small behind the scenes snippets if yall want :>

ngl I was about to apply as the map artist again for the main Riptide campaign but was too busy at the time O(-(

I didn't get to talk to the rest of the boys before, if in the chance we were to cross paths again in the future ever I'd love to work for them again (if I am ever that good to) (if they'd have me)!

As for that second half of your ask anon - wwhwhw yes I am interested in JRWI. Already have been in on Riptide and did some fanart at least but I'm a few episodes behind ahfvlsdkfhvb (somewhere in the 90s also without spoiling someone PLEASE tell me if or if not the mf 7hour long ep 100 is the finale im getting scared). I've been wanting to listen to the other patreon campaigns *Im scratching clawing at the walls on PD let me INNN* real bad but idk if my neurodivergent ass could keep focus on maintaining a subscription and catch up in time,, know that i want to tho!

#ask stufff #stufff rambles #long post #slimecicle #jrwi #bitb

[pearlneow]

Ok since reqs are open, how about Aether and somnophilia? He comes home one day (night in this case) exhausted from all those commissions he did. Now he wants nothing more than to snuggle in your arms.

Once he reaches the room though, it appears you're fast asleep! Aether can't help but stare at you from the doorway. The rise and fall of your chest is so peaceful and.......wait. Is he hard?! Just from watching you sleep?! He's such a pervert!

His face burns in embarrassment but his eyes suddenly fall between your legs. The nightgown you were wearing rode up your thighs, giving him a peek at the pink panties you were wearing. Aether is snapped out of his 'trance' when his cock throbs painfully. He ponders to himself. Should he get off by himself or could he perhaps use you? You wouldn't mind, right? Surely you'd let him indulge himself a bit and if he was careful, he wouldn't have to wake you either.....

Btw my @ is @galaxynebula-12

୨୧ ꒰ aether + somnophilia ! ♡ ꒱

written by a minor!! please dni if that makes you uncomfy!!

summary : EXTENSION OF WHAT MEENA WROTE EHEHE <333

word count : 0.6k

content / warnings : dom!aether + sub!f!reader?, somnophilia, he cums inside but no breeding mention really, dubcon? (aether admits to it the next day & reader doesn't care)

note : i've never written somnophilia before but it was fun to try!! i hope this is alright, was v helpful to have a prompt to go off of so thank you! alsoo it's nice to have a new moot & i hope ur having a lovely day <33

the silence of you and aether's shared house was broken by the sound of the front door clicking open. aether trudged in and to his room where he got changed into more comfortable clothes, exhausted from the long day of commission after commission.

finally relaxed and ready to fall asleep with you in his arms, he came into the bedroom where you were sleeping and his breath hitched instantaneously.

there you were, on the bed in your pink lacey nightgown, fast asleep. without thinking, aether's eyes trailed from your resting face to your nipples peaking through the thin fabric to your clothed cunt, exposed by your nightgown which had ridden up.

he felt his throat get dry and reluctantly tore his eyes away to regain his composure. unfortunately, however much he tried, aether couldn't ignore his cock throbbing and straining against the fabric of his pants.

surely you wouldn't mind.. after all, he was your boyfriend, and he had needs too! the poor thing had been out all day working without a break, and now he finally had the perfect chance to relieve himself of the stress it had brought.

his breathing got more ragged as he approached the end of the bed where your legs lay. with shaking hands, he hooked his fingers around your pretty pink panties and slowly dragged them down off your feet.

you frowned momentarily and shifted and the cool air hit your now bare cunt. aether went dead still until you stopped, resuming your peaceful expression. he released the breath he’d been holding in and moved on to the bed and over you, gently spreading your legs as he aligned his cock with your hole.

precum with already dribbling down his length as he pushed in, groaning softly as his neediness was finally being relieved. he paused as you tensed and let out a quiet mumble in your sleep. was that his name he heard..?

aether had intended to be careful, he really had, but with your wet, warm walls around his pained cock he couldn’t help but throw all caution to the wind and keep moving in even as you squirmed and moaned.

soon he was moving much quicker, whining out incoherent pleas to your sleeping figure as he approached his orgasm. when it finally crashed onto him, aether had to clasp his hand over his mouth to stop himself from making a noise too loud.

after taking a few seconds, he pulled out and pushed himself off the bed to admire what he’d done and replace the panties he’d taken before practically collapsing next to you in exhaustion.

->

the next morning, you woke up in a daze. thinking nothing of it at first, you went to change, and to your surprise found your panties soaked - you’ve had wet dreams before, but never anything this extreme.

by breakfast you’d pretty much pieced together the events of last night. aether was fidgety, hadn’t spoken a word to you, and wouldn’t make eye contact.

it was in the middle of your meal when the guilt finally got to the poor boy.

”ah.. i need to tell you something..” he mumbled, pushing his food with his fork. you took a bite and nodded, prompting him to continue.

“well, last night i got home rather late. and, erm- while you were sleeping i might’ve..” he trailed off, flustered. swallowing and letting out a laugh, you gave him a pat on the hand.

“it’s okay, aether. i figured.”

his eyes went wide and his face flushed. ”y- you did?” you nodded. “it’s okay, though- i don’t mind.”

aether let out a sigh of relief.

“..i only ask that you do it hard enough to wake me up next time.”

#୨୧ ꒰ writing ! #sub!reader #genshin impact #aether gi #aether genshin #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #aether smut #cw: somno

[changbinsboiledegg]

PLEASE I loved your bsf skz reactions and now I want to request head canons for skz as your internet friends? - 👽

F is for friends these days, it seems. Also, I'm so happy you loved them! ILYT. 💜💜💜🫶🫶🫶

Warnings: Swearing.

Note: I liked coming up with these head canons, I hope you guys enjoy them as much as I did! :)

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Chan

Where you met? Anywhere. He’s probably had you as a mutual for months prior. How do you know he’s not your moot now? Eh?

Now, he says he’s always watching, but baby so am I. That doesn’t scare me.

Okay, seriously. I see him as the type that frequently checks up on you. Just wants to hear from you and about you. Whether you’re happy or sad— Especially when you’re sad, he seems like the type to listen and offer advice, so that’s nice.

Probably doesn’t text much but y’all know why. Man’s in the studio.

The type to send good morning/night texts. Chan strikes me as the person to text you at the ass crack of dawn with a “Good morning! :D” and whole time you’re passed out like a non-idol human would be. (joking. anyone can be awake at ungodly hours)

Probably sends out-of-pocket posts stays make because some of y’all have no fears. Be real, he probably already does this in the gc. If not him, then I’m betting at least Felix.

“Why are they like this?”

“Ask.”

“You ask. You're not the famous one.”

Makes sure you’re watching his lives when he does them because If you aren’t watching his lives, you’re getting tossed.

Kidding. But it would make him feel happy that you joined despite the time zone differences depending on where you are in the world, it could be the middle of the night, too early in the morning, or within the same time zone. If you aren’t watching, you better get the footnotes or something, otherwise you’ll get a message, “I see you have other friends to watch.”

Obviously as a joke, I don’t see him as the type to force people to watch him, I mean the dude barely posts, but this is a head-canon so I do sense joking/teasing if you miss a live.

Lee Know

Where you met? Fuck if I know… jk lmao, probably the Pinterest comment section. I Just feel like that’s very Minho… I won’t be elaborating further.

He would send hella pictures… Of his cats.

And of himself, but with the filters he does because I find them endearing and y/n head canon, you’re his hype person.

Remember when he blocked a stay on bubble for getting his cats name wrong?

Yeah. Tread carefully. Learn their names if you haven’t already. He probably won’t block you in this case because you’re his friend, but expect to be left on read for a while.

Fr though, if you don’t like cats, then this head-canon isn’t for you. In fact, riddle me this: How ARE you in this hypothetical situation where you are internet friends with Minho???

I see cat memes in your future. Me personally, I am a dog person. HOWEVER, I like cats too. And I see cat memes and videos because of my cat loving friends. So, if I were Minho’s friend, I would send every cat related post I see. As should you, in this situation.

Obviously, he would do the same too.

I also feel like he’s the type to send a video of something you would be envious of and caption it with, “bet you wish that were you HAHA.”

I once had a dream Minho kept asking what the names of certain songs were, so I’m rolling with it. The man would use you as a human shazam. Hope you can guess the song by the first second. <3

OH imagine spilling tea with Minho. He would be all here for the drama you have to offer, granted that it doesn’t involve him at least.

And of course, not in a way to get himself involved in other people’s drama but everyone who sits similarly to Minho has loved hearing some piping hot tea.

I will not elaborate further on why by the way. All I’m saying is, anyone I’ve met who has the same sitting mannerism as Minho has never passed up the opportunity to hear some tea.

Changbin

Where you met? Part of me wants to say Instagram. And part of me wants to say twitter. Take your pick.

(My fault, ‘X’ 🤪😒)

Listen,,, basing this on bubble, this mf used to spam my shit. Whether it was about his work out or what he ate or just random photos/ voice messages. He. spammed. my. SHIT.

He spams!!!!

Also, y’all saw how fast he answered TXT’s Yeonjun’s call?

Yeah. I see him as a ‘call me’ type of dude. Lmao. I think he prefers calls because he likes to hear your voice and it makes him feel more connected to you.

I feel like he would also listen to your problems. Make sure you’re okay, eating well, especially if you were having a bad day/night/etc. Like Chan.

And if y’all are his friend, you better do the same or you’ll get thrown. (by me &lt;3)

Come on y’all are breaking my heart, y’all know he doesn’t like doing anything alone, he likes being around someone or talking to someone and you’d be the first person he’d talk to when he’s particularly excited or intrigued about something.

He’ll always wanna chat with you or even stay up with you on a call because you or he couldn’t sleep and I’m not saying this because I’m biased, STOP. I’m gonna get out of here before I cry.

Chan, if you see this, since you’re ‘always watching’, tell Changbin to reject me already. Like actually cause I’m down astronomically bad for this man.

Hyunjin

Hyunjinnnnnnn sweetie, you’re up.

A whole sweetheart.

Where y’all met? Instagram. Hands down. Fight me, bite me, whatever. I stand by this.

He’d send pictures of his art before he posts because he wants to show you. :,)

He would be fun to talk to. Like if you say something funny or send something funny, I bet he would smile at his phone and earn suspicious looks from the others or be teased.

Hyunjin strikes me as the type of friend that would send you links or screenshots when you have a question or when you need help with something neither of you have the knowledge of.

Or if you list your symptoms when you’re not feeling well? The sweetie plugs them into google.

Turns out you’ve been dead for the past five years.

Similar to Minho, expect random pictures of Kkami. On topic, off topic, before you wake up, when you wake up, or when you’re sad.

And any pictures you send to him, whether it’s of yourself, the scenery, your own pets— I’m positive he’d love to see the world through your eyes. <3

Lmao I remember this one dream I had where Hyunjin kept taking photos of me so they could be used on a wanted poster for the authorities to find me easier.

…

Point of that was, I think he would take hella candid's of you if/when y’all meet up one day. And trust me, that day is about to be the most fun day you’ll have.

Prepare to explore, try new things… Or do the same things but together. Your pick.

Han

Where you met? Online video game OR YouTube comment section. Fight me, bite me, whatever part 2, I stand by my head canons unless you present me with a VERY good argument.

In the most RESPECTFUL way possible, I feel like he leaves you on delivered for days on end… Accidentally ofc. It’s an introvert thing.

Another introvert thing, he’s probably not into calls. However, when y’all call, I bet it would be hella fun. If you’re a gamer? Y’all bet it’s all comms in whatever multiplayer video game you decide to play.

Even if you aren’t a gamer, you are now. Unless you want to meet him in the comment section of a random YouTube video.

This is slowly turning into a gamer boy head canon but dude, I feel like he’s pretty quiet when gaming online because he’s focusing but then depending on the game, he’ll scream at random and you’ll rip your headset off because he startled you.

“I forgot you were still in the game.”

“I forgot you were still in the call.”

If it’s a horror game, I can already see you with your headset off and just hearing the chat from a speaker or something, otherwise you’ll wake up the next day with the same hearing you get after being front row at a concert near the speakers.

And if you jump easily or get scared easily to the point where you also scream, best believe Jisung isn’t taking chances either.

Anyways, I know I said he would leave you on delivered for days but like Hyunjin, talking to him would be hella fun. I mean, the man is one of the funniest idols in my opinion.

And for free too?

Just know you’ll be laughing so hard you enter a different plane of reality.

You would have the friendship where if one of you are sad or needs to vent, you’ll drop everything to be there to listen. Doesn’t matter if you’re busy or in a vastly different mood, it’s all ears.

Fighting the urge to not put ‘he would listen’ for every member but I genuinely do believe they would LISTEN.

Jisung seems like the type to send voice messages rather than texts. I KNOW y’all remember that one voice message he sent.

Before I move on; Anime nights with him. Just you two on a call watching the same anime and syncing up the times so neither of you are ahead or behind. :]

Felix

Where you met? Probably TikTok. Bet.

Let me set the scene: You’re scrolling on TikTok when you see a TikTok of Felix. You comment on it. Boom, internet friendship has blossomed.

He would send you TikTok's, reels, or shorts. Whatever the man finds funny tbh. It doesn’t matter if YOU find it funny. If he finds it funny, he’s sending it. Now, he would send videos or memes that reminds him of you and ones he knows you would find funny, but the majority? Buckle up.

Bet he would probably get lost in it all and you’ll open your phone to see the ‘57 new messages’ banner. lmao.

“FELIX??? 57???”

‘3 new messages’

“Oh, my bad.”

And then you probably spend nearly an hour trying to watch all of the TikTok's he sends because they are funny. The man has taste.

Danceracha pun intended.

Anyways, it goes both ways too. I did not intend to make Felix sound like a TikTok addict. LMAO I meant… Whatever, y’all know what I meant.

OH expect recipes and pictures of his work in the kitchen. Expect to read mini reviews about his thoughts on these dishes.

I can see you both having the type of friendship where you can freely roast each other and not have your feelings hurt because you know in the end, it’s jokes about you’d both defend each other if anyone else roasted you like that.

Maybe nicknames that sound hurtful to a third party but are actually terms of endearment/ inside jokes between the two of you.

Seungmin

I think it’s funny that every crack edit/ snapchat meme AU I see, Seungmin is the one that sends ‘streaks’ snapchats and it gets me every time so I’m going to keep that going here.

Where you met? Wrong number situation but then you move to snapchat every so often.

“We have an ⌛.”

“LET’S PLAY 8 BALL!”

“WE STILL HAVE AN HOURGLASS.”

… A few seconds later, you get a message indicating it’s your turn on 8 ball.

No but Seungmin is such a sweetie, idc what y’all have to say about that. I see him as the type to watch/read/do something just because you like it and want someone to talk about it to.

Even if he isn’t particularly interested, he just wants to talk with you more, even if it means treading into territories he swore not to.

Back to snapchat… Or any social media, anything you post, he’s usually always the first person to see it. Unintentionally, but hey, you’re the one posting at the same time he decides to come online.

Always so happy when you message him, letting him know you’ve preordered their albums or even just watched/listened to their comebacks. Your support means a lot to him and he hopes to/is as supportive to you in the things you choose to pursue.

Even hobbies, he doesn’t judge.

I also think he, like Felix, has the ‘roast each other without consequences’ dynamic.

Seungmin loving train does not STOP and I hope y’all choo choo the fuck out of the way if you’re gonna disagree.

I.N

Where you met? Haha, he actually met you irl first and because he was only in the area for a day, you swapped info and now you have a time zone separating you.

Luckily, he didn’t text you once and then became another follower!

I feel like he’s the chaotic internet friend. If you’ve been on the internet long enough, I know you’ve had one.

Y’all probably think it’s Jisung that would have this title, and it probably is, but Jeongin??

For example, Y’all remember that one live he did where he drank hella energy drinks & 3racha was in the states?

Yeah. Unsupervised time go brrrr. Okay? and you’re the one that hears about it first hand because he’s doing chaotic shit over video calls or texting messages and you can’t do anything.

He knows you can’t.

“Hey :)” - “Guess what?”

“God damnit.”

“I bought four giant bags of sugar.”

“wHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH FOUR GIANT BAGS OF SUGAR?????”

He likes to joke with you a lot. For example, he was kidding about having four giant bags of sugar.

But your reaction was funny to him, therefore he will keep joking around like this because he loves your reactions and he loves that you haven’t blocked him for giving you so much grief.

#stray kids x reader #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagines #stray kids headcanons #stray kids fluff #skz reactions #skz x reader #skz imagines #skz fluff #stray kids #skz #skz headcanons

[ferris-the-wheel]

I love the christmas event youre doing! I wanted to request floyd leech and gonna give him a shark plush (Listen i love sharks) Hobbies: I love writing, chatting with friends, swimming, and watching shows about the ocean (Like blue planet)

Personality: Kind, giving, excitable

Setting: The octavinelle dorm

Awwwww thanks! I'll do my best on this fic ✨️ Also, I'm debating changing your moot tag to sharkie🦈, would you be cool with that?

Christmas Secret Santa Event

gn!reader x Floyd Leech

: ̗̀➛ Scenario: Most of Octavinelle decided to stay in the dorm at NRC this Christmas and helped out to make a feast for dinner.

ೃ⁀➷ Just 💜

ೃ⁀➷ Reader isn't Yuu

ೃ⁀➷ Semi-proofread, please ignore any mistakes!

TW: None

You and Floyd did Secret Santa a bit differently (aka Floyd rigged the results somehow, you have no idea how). You both knew that you'd gotten each other obviously, so now comes the shopping process.

It took you longer than you'd thought to pick out something for him since you weren't sure what he would like. Obviously your first thought was shoes since you knew he liked them and also played basketball, which is the gift you almost got him until a squishy shark plushie caught your eye, and you immediately bought it.

While everyone else was in the lounge exchanging gifts and preparing Christmas dinner, Floyd pulled you into an empty corridor. "Sharky~ what did you get me, what did you get me?" He asked excitedly.

You laughed, holding out a neatly wrapped square present with a nice bow on the top. "I almost got you something else, but I thought you'd like this more." You said as he waited impatiently, almost like a child.

You handed him the present, which he grabbed vry eagerly. He tore open the paper and removed your gift. Cue a few moments pause and he figured out what it was. He got so excited that he squeezed you much harder than he meant to. It took a minute to regain your breath. "Awwwww, I love it, Sharky~!!" He said, the relased you and handed you a slightly messily wrapped present. You only had a second before he was pleading with you to open it.

"Go on, go on, open it!" He said loudly with a wide grin on his face. You took the present carefully, not sure ehat to expect, though you eventually opened the present and were delighted by what you saw. The present contained what resembled a snowglobe, but the structure inside was of the Atlantica Memorial Museum and instead of snow inside, there were tiny glowing beads.

"Awwwwww, thank you, Floyd!" You said, hugging him tightly while trying to not drop the gift. He hugged you back with his signature drawling laugh. "C'mon, Sharky, let's go put these in my room so we can go get some food!" Floyd said, putting the shark plushie under one arm and grabbing your hand with his other. You really had no choice but to follow him.

When you entered his room, he was evidently still very happy because he jumped onto his bed and squeezed the poor plushie to the point where it was so flat that it took a few seconds for it to regain its form. You deposited your snowglobe(?) onto his desk and sat down with him for a moment on the bed.

"Floyd, weren't we going to get food?" You asked amusedly. He frowned, still holding onto the shark plushie. "I don't want to now. I want to snuggle you and Sharky 2.0." He said, then lunged forward to pull you into a hug.

You accepted the hug with a knowing smile as he'd done similar things in the past. "It's time for my Christmas snuggles now." Floyd said, pretty much wrapping his entire body around you. You laughed. "Alright, fine."

You stayed there for about ten minutes before there was knocking on the door. "Floyd? Y/N? Are you in there?" You heard Jade's voice from behind the door. Floyd jumped up and ran to the door with his new shark plushie in hand as you took a moment to sit up. You laughed as Floyd began rambling about Sharky 2.0 and how cute it was but not as cute as you and how squishable it was. At first, Jade was utterly bewildered, but he retained a semi-formal composure, though his smile was very genuine.

"I'm glad you like your gift from Y/N, Floyd, but aren't you hungry? Most of dinner is ready and I'd hate for you to miss out on the good food." Jade interrupted Floyd's rant. Floyd pouted, but after he grabbed your hand and all but yanked you out of the room, he was all smiles. You noticed that he still had the plushie in his other hand and you smiled.

All throughout the feast and the rest of the Secret Santa exchanges, Floyd stuck to your side like glue and would tell anyone who would listen about Sharky 2.0. He also declared to you the your gift was the best of the exchange (you had luckily pulled him into the empty kitchen before he'd said this to get more food). In the end, it was a very good exchange and you made this eel boy's day. Yeah, just so you know, he's going to take Sharky 2.0 with him everywhere and basically the whole school is going to know about it by the time Christmas break is over.

Floyd requested that you put the snowglobe on your desk so you'd always see it when you walk into your room, which you obliged and now that is its permanent spot. At night, the glowing beads gave off the illusion of fish swimming in water when light hit the globe. He gets visibly much happier when he comes in your room and sees it.

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS, I HAVE NO EXCUSE FOR WHY I FINISHED THIS SO FAST!! Also thank you for the ask! 💙 I hoped you enjoyedddd and obviously everyone else who read this too. First request of the event is done, I'm so fucking good lol/j but seriously I love that your suggestion was a shark plushie because it is so cute to imagine. Can someone with better artistic skills than me draw this and tag me in it? Like 🙏 P.L.E.A.S.E. 🥹

Taglist: @mermaidfanficlibrary (obviously) @officialdaydreamer00 @lyle-my-beloved @b-floyd-o-leech-b @cookiesandbiscuits

Tagging artists I follow because I beg of thee, please for my sanity, draw them 😭🙌 @deezneezz @qwakque (if you don't want me to tag you in stuff like this, let me know please!!!)

#secret santa event #twst event #special christmas twst event #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland floyd #floyd leech x reader #twst floyd #floyd x reader #floyd leech

[inkysquelched]

Them.

I drew my bozos and there’s nothing you can do about it. Now get ready for a long post as I talk about my headcannons for them. Feel free to ask me anything about them, I love rambling:

Agent 3: Has a major RBF, but she’s nice I promise you. She’s been enjoying her role as captain but was overwhelmed at first.

Weapon preferences: shooters, chargers

Fave Special: Splashdown

Agent 4: Just vibing honestly, she’s gotten pretty good at hacking/research over the years.

Weapon preferences: daulies, brushes

Fave Special: Boyah Bomb

Agent 8: Curses in octarian at least 5 times a day. Remarkably relaxed despite all the bs shes been through.

Weapon preferences: shooters

Fave Special: Triple Inkstrike

Neo 3: A chaotic child, will occasionally eat stuff off the floor.

Weapon preferences: tri-stringer, blasters if shes feeling spicy

Fave Special: Super Chump

Some Honorable Mentions:

3 has a major sweet tooth and she won’t apologize for it. (shes awful with spicy food tho gchfxgfz)

Neo really likes bread.

8 will eat the most criminally offensive spicy food without a reaction.

3 likes to sleep in her squidform, it’s kinda weird to others. It’s honestly more worrying if she doesn’t shift forms. (hc that people usually only do that when theyre really sick…..and then theres 3)

4 listens to her music too loud.

3 and 4 bicker all the time, but it rarely gets to a point where they’re actually upset. They especially fight about how to lead on missions (this is moot bc 3 is the captain lol) because 3 prefers the “slow and steady” approach and 4 prefers to play “fast and loose”, if that makes sense. (8s just here for the ride)

The squid sisters like to say that 3 and 4 are twins and they both hate it.

3 is a runaway, Neo is an orphan. Different circumstances, same outcome. They relate to each other a lot and I think thats awesome (and sad).

Neo (and 8) will occasionally say some out of pocket shit without realizing just how messed up it really is: “what? you’ve never had to eat out of the trash before?”

3 is very emotionally numb and has a hard time expressing any care towards others, so she ends up showing it through favors/giving advice/“are you ok?”s. She’ll tell you to put on a jacket when it’s 70 degrees out lol. (this is also why she’s a mess around 8, those are feelings she has no idea how to deal with)

3 is terrified of being sick (like bedridden sick, haha sanitization go brr) and will inwardly panic the whole time.

3 has the worst alcohol tolerance behind Marie and 4. (Callie will drink 12 shots of vodka without flinching)

Octolings have a very different view on relationships than inklings do; inklings will date/marry out of love while octolings will treat it more as a transaction (not saying they can’t, love just isn’t a priority). 8 as had and infatuation for 3 for years but doesn’t act on it because she wasn’t sure if she really felt the way she did. She knows inklings hold more weight to relationships and didn’t want to risk hurting 3 if she was wrong. (the events of side order really helped her figure it out)

After the events of Splatoon 2, 4 took a back seat on being an agent. Less frontlines and more research focused. (like Marie lol) She hated this at first, but grew to like it.

3s alter ego is DJ Sango, she uses her rapping/singing to vent. 4 and 8 play dumb and pretend they don’t know about her account. (They both listen to her music tho 😶)

8 is extremely calm, you’d have to be trying to piss her off.

Inklings are like mood rings, there tentacles will change color depending on their mood (think like streaks or spots of other colors) The more intense the emotion, the deeper the color.

8 and 3 both have to clean/replace their weapon filters more often than most but for different reasons: for eight its bc shes an octoling (their ink is more abrasive) while 3 has thicker ink than normal as the last remnant of being partially sanitized.

3 isn’t actually as stinky as the squid sisters will have you believe. She one time came back from a mission smelling particularly RANKED that day, and they’ve never let her live it down.

There’s probably more but I can’t think of any rn

k bye <3

#my art #gaming #agent 4 splatoon #splatoon agent 8 #agent 24 #agent 3 #neo agent 3 #splatoon art #headcanon #honestly though #the fact that 3 is even willing to entertain 4 by bickering instead of ignoring her really shows how much she really cares #don’t point that out tho #ask me anything about these bozos #i love talking about them/drawing them #noodles art #rambles #k bye <3 #oh oh also #might write a fic #would anyone be interested? #agent shenanigans

[p-oisn]

✪ moot appreciation time ! tag some of your fav moots and share what you love about them ! then place this in other blogs asks !

okay I tried including as many ppl as possible but these are the ones I can list from the top of my head / interact w the most so </3

@pupicito : SUUPER CUTE ACC ??? like every mb is so unique n cool everyone should frame fish's mbs on their wall 🤕 n also so supportive like every post of theirs deserves a billion notes . alsososo thee most fun person to talk to ever 😞 js so sweet I wake up solely to look at fish's mbs they are so perfect i could talk abt them forever

@wiotas : I was acc so happy when I found out we knew each otber from like late 2022 ish i forgot ... (you knew me since my wannabe edgy phase but 😨) bc i rmb wanting to be your friend so bad bc you seemed so cool n now we're moots ?!?! you're so sweet liek omg ☹️☹️☹️ you always are so supportive n everytime you use my mbs as your theme i feel like biting into a brick wall BC WDYM you like my mbs enough to use them as your theme that's such an honour coming from you esp ?! 😞

@y-vna : DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ??? like oooh I'm so happy to have ari as a moot I don't even know what I did to deserve her 😞 n also you have such stunning jaw dropping toe curling stomach churning mbs like omg ???? giggling everytime I get an mb from from you bc it's literally like a blessing 🤞🏼🤞🏼 n js soo supportive

@jeonzio : scremaing and yelling everytime I look at your acc bc everything and I mean EVERYTHING abt is soooo pretty n pleasing to look at ?? you're soo sweet n also the cutest person ever !! idk what else to say but like live laugh love tee 🤕 I will forever cherish every single one of our interactions bc they are simply the cutest

@koosuvi : YOU'RE SOOO SUPPORTIVE SOBS I lovelovelove every single one of your compliments they make me want to start jumping around my room giggling 😞 n also you quite literally have one of THEE prettiest accs on tumblr like omg pls teach ... your mbs are always out of this world 😖😖 I love you n everything ab your blog never stop posting plz ill cry

@yeritos : JUNEEE my fav my fav my fav ☹️ the best nctzen on this app ugh there aren't enough words to describe my love for you 😞 your mbs are literally soooo gorgeous omg i was screaming n crying when you followed me back bc im literally your #1 fan . you're sososo nice n amazing n everything 🌸 I love waking up to your mbs everyday n eating my yeritos meal 🍴

@tookio : ONE OF THE BEST MOODBOARD CREATORS ON THIS APP literally no one comes close i mean it 😞 your entire account is sooo stunning like you really deserves ALLL the love in the world !! n omg how I love your comments they make my day soo much better I love you so much for that istg :(

@jaes1lvr : literally hugs n kisses to mely 🫂 /p one of my biggest supporters too n js super sweet 😞 your mbs are js sooo unique I wish I could plaster it on my forehead so everyone in the world could see them 😡😡 I will forever be grateful for your overwhelming support like omg <33

@s-heon : super cool person that i really really really admire 🤔 like omg i could talk abt how grateful I am to you for hours, days even bc you were like my biggest inspo ever while starting out n also your mbs 🔛🔝 im so happy I ever found your blog it has such a special place in my heart 🤕💓 i loev you to the moon n back .

#ㅤ𝆬ㅤ ㅤ◌ㅤㅤׅㅤinboxㅤ₍ᐢ ᐢ₎

[1-800-call-ria]

ria me and u are like this 🤞another chenle girlie on this app and let me tell u the brain rot for this man is not real like i will never shutup ab him like its 3 am and im thinkinh ab chenle liek he LOVE HAVING U CLOSR 😭😭like alwas has a hand on your thigh when he's driving also does the check the back thing bc he knows yo find it hot also always gives u aux no matter what ATP HE SINGS ALONG TO YOUR SONGS BC OF HOW MUCH HE GIVES U AUX like mark is like : dude can i play music and chenle is like: no yn alr has it 😭😭😭 be fkn fr so whipped also always stops for Starbucks no matter what he has ur order memorized down to the last detail😭💐❤️‍🩹 you have a space in his car w like hairties ur fav lipgloss a blanket makeup remover perfume one of his hoodies and ur fav snack I LOVE CHENLE I COULD TALK AB SO MANY FKN CHENLES IF U LET ME YOU WILL HEAR (more like read but any gays) EVERY SINGLE CHENLE THOUGHT I HAVE also pls lets be moots u seem so nice and cool🙏🙏

BF!Chenle thought #2

Hey Auri! You so get me 😞 the Chenle brainrot is beyond me, it’s like he reaches through my phone and grips onto my brain like his life depends on it. Literally past the point of delulu. AND THESE THOUGHTS?? Chefs kiss

warning: me being past delulu, fluff

You being the passenger princess without ever needing to ask. That’s it, that’s the post…

He’s literally cleared out his glove compartment just to have your stuff in there (he just stuffs everything in the middle console). You’re extra pads/tampons, hair ties, makeup, snacks are almost always in there. It has a decal that says ‘My Baby’ in tiny bold letters. The trunk is pretty much the same with one of your bags that’s filled with ‘Y/N essentials’ including but not limited to one of your (his) jackets, more snacks of yours and even an extra pair of clothes.

No matter who is in the car, you will always have the passenger seat. Chenle has literally kicked out every single member whenever they tried to sit in your seat.

“Jisung, nu-uh”

“Mark Lee. In the back.”

“Move Haechan.”

“Puppy boy…bad dog.” (he hasn’t said this but sooner or later he’s going to)

One time you jokingly said he should put a colorful/shiny decal of your name on your side like he did with the glove compartment. The next time you were in the car, you notice right on the step to get into the car in glittery pink is ‘Princess Y/N’. (He’s absolutely crazy for you)

As for having aux? One time you asked and he’s given it to you ever since. The members now realize he becomes a different man whenever you’re around especially in Chenle’s car. Mark asked once to get aux and he’s never been side-eyed so hard. Man literally hung his head in shame, that’s how mad that side-eye was. It doesn’t matter what music you listen to, he just lets you have it.

I’ve said before and I’ll say again.

CHENLE IS A PHYSICAL TOUCH AND WORDS OF AFFIRMATION GIRLY 🗣️🗣️

and in the car he would love having one hand on the wheel, and one on your thigh. (he makes me feral if you haven’t noticed) Multiple times you’ve told him to keep two hands on the wheel, it just makes him want to do it even more.

“Zhong Chenle, hands on the wheel”

“Y/N, no thank you baby”

The Starbucks order?? Nah every single place y’all have ever been, he’s memorized what you’ve gotten (more like written it down in his notes app BUT STILL). He doesn’t even need to turn to you and ask anymore, he already knows what you want. Unless you turn to him and say “I’m gonna order” he’s going to order for you because that’s just how he is. And if they get your order wrong?? The man is waving down the waiter/waitress telling them what they got wrong in your order. It could’ve been you said like extra onions or something and one look at your face and food he already knows. It’s embarrassing yes, but you get free food sometimes, it’s def a win-win.

It general he’s such boyfie material it makes me anxious and sick. I need someone like him frfr

#1-800-call-ria #nct #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #chenle imagines #zhong chenle x reader #nct chenle #chenle x reader #chenle fluff #chenle #nct dream fluff #nct dream

[sokkastyles]

Iroh is likely to hold a selfish grudge against Azula forever, he absentmindedly gave her gift from imperial conquest, abandoned her to an abusive household, shows angry and contempt to her before she does anything wrong, repeatedly tells Zuko to hate her and beat her up, says she’s crazy, puts Zuko and Azula against each other, gets angry that he got burned when he backed her into a corner, tells Zuko she doesn’t love him, even after she makes a speech about how much she loves him and wants him by her side, and treats Azula like the devil, while treating Ozai with much more compassion than he deserves

he’d probably want he to be executed, have her bending taken away, etc.

He also abandoned his traumatized 16 year old nephew to rule over a country all by himself for one of the most selfish reasons ever, so he can open a damn tea shop in a city he wanted to commit genocide in, which is in another continent, he also doesn’t show up to his coronation, what a dick

he also decides not to stop the airships and instead gives that job to 3 children, so he and his cult members can selfishly “liberate” Ba Sing Se because it was his “Destiny” what an asshole

I may be harsh on Ursa, but at least she TRIED

This is why the Azula fandom can't have nice things.

He's not "likely" to hold a selfish grudge, and doesn't in canon, so that argument is moot, anyway. Iroh is actually the one who says in the comics that going with Zuko to find Ursa might be good for her, because he clearly cares about her and wants her to have that closure.

He "absentmindedly" gave her a gift? What the fuck does that even mean? Azula also very purposefully burned that gift, though, while calling her uncle a lazy fatso. Azula stans trying to downplay or justify that by saying Iroh's gift wasn't good enough is really, really ugly behavior, and not an argument I am interested in.

He doesn't show contempt for her "before she does anything wrong", he is actually polite when she shows up lying to his and Zuko's faces, but he doesn't walk into her trap because he sees straight through her. Pretending that she did nothing wrong, when she absolutely has malicious intent there, is stupid and dishonest.

Same with pretending Azula was just defending herself in the Chase, because the reason she was there is because she had mercilessly tracked down the gaang, Zuko, and Iroh. Them teaming up against her is what we call Karma.

Even then, though, Iroh isn't actually angry at Azula. Even when he says "she's crazy and needs to go down," it's delivered in a deadpan and humorous way, not an angry way, and he says it for Zuko's benefit, to tell Zuko that he is allowed to defend himself. It is not about his feelings at all.

He doesn't pit Zuko against her, or tell Zuko to beat her up. He also doesn't treat Ozai with any compassion whatsoever. That's all complete nonsense that actually hurts your argument because it's transparent that you have no actual argument.

I'm also not going to entertain any argument about Iroh opening a tea shop in Ba Sing Se because he also was instrumental in saving that city, which actually changes the whole situation, which is why you left it out. He also did not abandon Zuko. I don't agree with everything in the comics but what they actually show is Zuko not wanting to bother Iroh, but when Aang takes him to Iroh at the end, he says Zuko is always welcome there.

And lol, Ursa "tried" according to you when she's not the current target of your nonsensical rant, but I don't think for a minute that you won't try to turn your "criticisms" towards her if you think it might absolve Azula of responsibility. That's all this is, just the completely ridiculous ramblings of someone who overidentifies with a selfish and cruel character because it feeds your own victim complex. You don't want Iroh or Ursa to try to help Azula, because that won't feed said victim complex.

Again, this is why the Azula fandom can't have nice things.

#iroh #azula #zuko #ursa #the discourse

[girlbossnezuko]

Stobin Mandalorian AU part 3

[part 1] [part 2]

Abby’s eyes are so big and soft and brown. They’re like his mother’s eyes, round and sweet. She’s so cute, even in the bland grey onesie the Russians put her in, which isn’t nearly as nice as she deserves. She deserves nice, comfy, pretty clothes — and a warm hat, because it gets cold in the evenings even in the summer.

“Steve,” Robin sighs, “I’m soooo thirsty. Can you hold Abby while I get a drink from the fountain?”

Steve holds his arms out before she’s even done talking. She snorts and passes him the baby, who blinks up at him with big eyes. The weight of her is perfect in his arms. He’s never going to put her down.

He follows dazedly after Robin, and the only reason he doesn’t spend the entire time staring at Abby is because if he manages to trip and drop her because he isn’t paying attention he’s going to blow up the mall.

He hands Abby back very reluctantly so he can take his own drink of water, then accepts her again gratefully when Robin goes back for more. He’d get some for Abby too, but he’s pretty sure babies this small aren’t supposed to drink water. It’s all moot anyway because they’re both running off to puke before Robin’s done her second turn.

He holds Abby very carefully to avoid getting her dirty — either from the puke or the gross bathroom floor. She protests a bit but doesn’t start crying again so all in all it’s a success.

“Oh god,” Robin groans, “was that all of it? I hope that was all of it.”

“Think so,” Steve grunts, wiping his mouth with some toilet paper. It’s really flimsy, he hates this place.

“Quick, ask me a question.”

Steve blanks. He can’t remember any question he’s ever asked. He looks at Abby, then down at the toilet bowl.

“When was the last time you pissed your pants?” Whatever, that works.

“Today,” Robin says, sounding almost amazed. “When that Russian doctor took out the bone saw. It was just a little bit though.”

Steve laughs softly, tipping his head back to rest it against the wall. Definitely wasn’t all of it, then.

“Your turn.”

Robin hums. He can see her shoes tap-tapping against the tile through the small gap under the stall.

“Well, I was gonna ask if you’ve ever been in love, but after seeing you with Abby… now I’m wondering — why did you break up with Nancy Wheeler?”

Ah. Ouch.

“She broke up with me.”

“Wait, what?”

Robin scrambles up and around into his stall, crouching in front of him and Abby.

“She broke up with you?”

Steve doesn’t understand why she looks so confused. He nods.

“I mean, technically, yeah,” he says, and she tilts her head in confusion. “It was, uh, Halloween. Tina’s party, you remember. She was drunk and she started going on about how we killed Barb and our whole relationship was just…” —he swallows, looks away— “bullshit. That we spent a whole year pretending we were in love. When I talked to her the next day she couldn’t take it back, so.” He shrugs.

“Holy shit,” Robin whispers. “Steve, I’m so— I thought you broke up with her because you didn’t want to settle down or something, holy fuck.”

Steve laughs, “Settle down? Nancy? No, she’d hate that. She has all these big dreams, and she’s not exactly bad with kids but I don’t think she really likes them either.”

He looks down at Abby, strokes her soft little cheek. “No, if anything I was too boring for her, not the other way around.”

“You’re not boring, Steve,” Robin protests. “Wanting to settle down and have kids doesn’t make you boring.”

“What about you, then?” Steve asks, and it should be a simple question except Robin looks like she’s going to throw up again.

“Um, well, I don’t know,” she says, eyes fixed on the toilet roll. “I guess it sounds nice, but…”

She takes a deep breath.

“Do you remember… what I said about Mrs Click’s class?”

Steve nods slowly, “Yeah, you said you were obsessed with me because of my bagel crumbs, or something.”

“It wasn’t your stupid bagel crumbs,” Robin rolls her eyes, “it was because she wouldn’t stop staring at you. It was like she was half in love with you, bagel crumbs and all, even though you couldn’t more clearly be gone on Nancy Wheeler. She’d spend the whole class staring and sighing and I wanted her to look at me. Just once.”

“…Mrs Click?” he asks, because the blue drug might be mostly gone but his thoughts were soupy even before that.

Robin sighs.

“Tammy Thompson,” she says emphatically.

Steve thinks on this for a moment. He’d thought Robin was confessing to him earlier, back in the bunker, but apparently not because she was actually talking about a girl. But then, it still sounds..? Oh. Oh. Okay.

Well, he kind of feels like he’ll die without her at this point, so it’s not like he’s going to reject her for something he doesn’t really care about in the first place. Robin’s Robin, she matters more to him than who she does or doesn’t want to kiss. Besides, maybe if they aren’t dating then she can’t break his heart.

“Doesn’t she want to be a singer?” he asks dubiously, instead of trying to say any of that out loud. “That’s like the opposite of settling down. And she isn’t even good at it anyway.”

Robin’s jaw drops.

“Yes she is!” she protests.

“No, I’m serious,” Steve laughs, “she sounds like a muppet! We should get her to sing educational songs to Abby.”

“Steve!”

Steve starts singing through all the Sesame Street songs he remembers, except he doesn’t get far because he keeps laughing. Robin’s laughing with him, giddy with relief, and Steve feels his heart swelling into his throat again.

#stobin confession scene my beloved #placing the chekhov’s gun titled ‘settling down’ very gently on the floor to be fired later #don’t worry about it (yet) #oughh I want to continue but I need to refresh my memory of the s3 finale first #<— genius who gave itself homework 👍 nice going #stobin mandalorian au #the greatest qpr hawkins has ever seen #envy writes #stranger things #stranger things fic #steve harrington #robin buckley #stobin #stobin fanfic

[planetkiimchi]

spread some love !

talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them

hi anon !! first off, thanks for this ask, i'm always up for appreciation posts! secondly, sorry for getting back to you so late 🥲 thirdly, i did mention some moots that i haven't spoken to in a while, i'd love to catch up with y'all sometime 💗 and anyone i didn't mention: feel free to drop into my inbox!

@a-gay-mushroom | let's start with aster! you probably never see me talk about him here LOL bc i'm pretty sure they don't have access to their account anymore but we still talk on discord and he sends us lil updates on his life 🥺🥺 like how cute is that

@realparkminkyun | seok is a REAL ONE cuz why is he the only one that appreciates my wayv posts :/ also among one of the first mutuals i made here when we were both kinda figuring tumblr out lol

@blue-jisungs | ofc axe is on this list LOL my first writer mutual !! she's super cheerful and nice and sends the server lots of great edits and likes my translations of wayv vids hehe

@alterenjun | don't talk to nae very much but she makes really pretty moodboards! also she's super sweet

@fylithia | moon always has smth to say and also they tagged me in a bunch of stuff and has cats.

@wheeboo | rania is so cool !!! she gives rlly good advice and is super mature and i love seeing her life updates

@jisungsdaydreamer | dreamy has rlly good writing and also never faults me for forgetting to talk to them sometimes 😰

@eternalgyu | hannie brings much-needed chaotic energy into my life lol the only thing is we don't stan the same groups 💔 except svt

@wqnwoos | hana has the prettiest writing ever ?? and she's so sweet i love interacting w her!

@kyrjnie | val has sent me multiple check ins even when i fail to interact w her regularly 🫶🏼🫶🏼

@welcometomyoasis | we live in the same country !! also kind of like an older sister bc she has more life experience HEHE

@slytherinshua | makes presentations to help us stan new groups and has writing for almost every kpop group she stans (which is. a lot) and also leaves amazing comments and replies to my rbs of her work ?4&!//

okay i think thats it!! love y'all <3

#i will get to work on a moots tag btw #i think it's much needed #also if u see this post do feel free to tell me how you're doing in the comments <3 #🫧 — asks #anonnie <3 #🫶🏼 — tags