#*❥❞ threads.

[lgcxmimi]

happy holidays w/ @lgcxsarang

she was pretty sure one of the biggest perks about getting to do a radio show every week was getting to know the other girls. she knew taeha pretty well, but the others had mainly been a mystery. emi didn't quite consider herself shy, but of course, it was a bit nervewracking to get to know new people, and especially host with them. now though, it seemed to go by far too quickly. the second season was better than the first, even with the holidays.

"ah, honestly, i think this is the best time of the year! spending time with family, getting nice and cozy, and of course, maybe getting a few presents." she offers to sarang with a soft giggle into the mic. she hums then, tilting her head. "oh i do have a question though, what was the best present you've ever gotten, both when you were a kid, and now, as an adult. i feel like it's important to have both because of course, as we get older, what we want and need changes."

[lgcxmimi]

the description makes her laugh, head tilting back a bit. "oh now we're getting fancy with the descriptions? okay, okay i like it. the perfect weather to hang out at the playground and have a good time. that was always fun. except now our playground is the training room, it seems." she says with a soft nod. "i would also pet a sheep. wait-- have you actually ever done that?" she said, now her curiosity getting the best of her. she wasn't sure if she'd be surprised if zoe had done that or not, but zoe seemed full of surprises regardless, which was just one of the reasons emi really enjoyed her.

she stands up again, moving to crack her neck in a satisfying way, offering a waggle of her eyebrows. "well what's first our our agenda? shall we tell?"

— 🐰 »

Zoe couldn’t help but laugh at Emi’s words, her heart doing a little flutter at the compliment. “Well, if I’m sunshine, you must be like... the cozy blanket on a windy, but moderately sunny day,” Zoe responds laughing.

“You know, the one you just wanna curl up in or pet a sheep. Calm, but still full of life.” She grinned, feeling the little rush of confidence that always came when they had these kinds of back-and-forths.

Zoe’s eyes sparkles. “hmm, a reward system? I’m all for that,” she says, her voice getting that exaggerated chipper tone she sometimes couldn’t help but slip into. “I’m already imagining the snacks in my head. So, whatever we do, it's going to be totally worth it.”

[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ the red thread of fate

a Tom Riddle soulmate AU

“fate is nothing but an illusion. and i will not be controlled by it.”

soulmate bond: an invisible red thread connects soulmates, only visible under candlelight on valentine’s night.

more au’s

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the slytherin common room is hosting some ridiculous valentine’s event, where the enchanted candles are supposed to reveal who you’re “destined” to be with. tom riddle doesn’t believe in destiny. he doesn’t believe in anything he can’t control.

and yet—

when the flames flicker to life, a thin red thread appears, curling tightly around his pinky.

trailing straight to you.

his most infuriating rival. his equal. the one person who dares to challenge him.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t breathe. it has to be a mistake.

but when he tugs the thread—

you feel it.

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do you fight fate? or do you let the thread pull you in?

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

fic will be posted on Valentine's Day (14th) thank you for reading. reblogs & feedback appreciated.

[lgcxmimi]

music to my ears

w/ @lgcyushin

emi wouldn't say she was good at the radio just yet-- it still felt like she was just getting her feet wet sometimes-- but she could definitely say she was getting better at it. the news of renewal had seemed to light a fire under her, as well as returning as a host, and that's how she found herself once again preparing for another guest.

"ah, do you want any water before we start?" she's offering, making sure she wasn't on air. the christmas music fades out slowly, and she's offering yushin a grin and thumbs up before leaning forward to speak into the mic. "hey listeners, welcome back to Charms Radio, and of course, happy holidays! It's your lovely host emi, here." she's offering a soundbite of Santa before continuing. "butttttt-- i'm not alone, and you'll probably be really excited to hear who's joining me, today. you might remember him from a certain future dreams season, but now he's in vna as an amazing rapper and performer, so big thanks to yushin- sama for joining me and our show today!"

[riddleswhcre]

────۶ৎ the red thread of fate

the red thread of fate was meant to be an unbreakable bond. tom riddle refuses to believe in such foolish magic—until it ties him to you.

warnings: smut, oral(m receiving), face fucking, slapping.

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: happy valentine’s, my loves. i just had to make tom suffer a little <3 enjoy. and as always, let me know what you think!

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ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

there was never a moment of peace between you and tom riddle. from the very first day at hogwarts, the rivalry was cemented in stone—sharp words exchanged in potions class, relentless competition in transfiguration, and an unspoken war to prove who was superior. he was brilliant, untouchable, impossibly composed. but so were you.

“riddle,” you sneered, dropping your books onto the desk beside him.

he barely looked up. “what a pleasure it is to suffer your presence yet again.”

“shame you won’t feel that pleasure when i surpass you on slughorn’s next exam.”

his quill stilled, and for a second—just a second—you saw something flicker behind his eyes. amusement? irritation? whatever it was, it was gone as soon as it appeared. “bold of you to assume i wouldn’t obliterate you in the rankings yet again.”

“bold of you to assume i wouldn’t hex you before that happens.”

the dynamic was always the same—verbal sparring that bordered on dangerous, tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. neither of you backed down, neither willing to surrender the title of the best.

but tonight, none of that should have mattered. because tonight, the slytherin common room was hosting its infamous valentine’s event, and tom riddle had no interest in foolish displays of romance.

—

“i cannot believe you’re actually here.”

abraxas malfoy’s voice was laced with disbelief as he lounged beside tom, watching students gather around the dimly lit room, the enchanted candles flickering with a strange, almost anticipatory glow.

“i’m observing,” tom replied smoothly, arms crossed.

“observing what? desperate fools convincing themselves that some ancient magic will tell them who they’re meant to be with?”

“something like that.”

“if this thing actually works, you’re bound to get matched with someone unbearable.” abraxas smirked. “imagine if it’s rosier. or worse, slughorn himself.”

tom shot him a pointed look, unimpressed. “you’re insufferable.”

but before abraxas could reply, the room dimmed further. a hush fell over the crowd as the enchanted candles flared, filling the air with a soft, golden glow.

red threads of fate began to appear, weaving through the room like delicate strands of silk.

soft gasps. nervous laughter. whispers of awe.

tom remained motionless, indifferent—until he felt it.

a warmth curling around his pinky.

his breath stalled.

slowly, cautiously, he lifted his hand.

and there it was.

a thin red thread, wrapped tight around his finger, extending across the room.

leading straight to you.

your eyes met his, wide with the same realisation.

tom exhaled, something dark curling in his chest.

this could not be happening.

and yet, it was.

—

later, in the library, you toyed with the red thread between you, letting it wind between your fingers. “still ignoring me, riddle?” you mused, voice barely above a whisper.

tom didn’t look up from his book, but you saw the muscle in his jaw tighten. “you mistake silence for tolerance.”

you tugged on the thread lightly, watching as his fingers twitched. his breath hitched, just slightly, before he set his book down and met your gaze, dark eyes unreadable.

“do that again,” he murmured.

your smirk widened. you twisted the thread between your fingers, pulling it taut, and something flickered in tom’s gaze—something dangerous.

in a blink, he had you against the bookshelf, the wood pressing into your spine. his fingers wrapped around your throat, not tight, just enough to hold you in place. his lips ghosted over your ear.

“you think this is amusing?”

“i think you like it.”

a dark chuckle rumbled in his chest. “on your knees.”

you hesitated, reveling in the way his grip tightened slightly, in the silent command that burned in his gaze.

“try again,” he said, and before you could react, his palm met your cheek in a sharp, stinging slap. not enough to hurt, just enough to remind you who was in control.

your breath hitched, and tom smirked. “there’s a good girl.”

he undid his trousers with slow, deliberate ease, just enough to free himself. his cock was flushed, leaking with precum, the sight of you kneeling before him only fueling his arrogance.

“open wider,” he murmured, voice thick with command.

you did.

he slid himself past your lips, the weight of him heavy on your tongue. he groaned softly, leaning back, one hand braced above your head against the bookshelf, the other tangled in your hair, guiding your movements.

“just like that,” he muttered, voice tight, his head tipping back. “merlin, you look so much prettier like this.”

you hollowed your cheeks, teasing, taking him deeper, revelling in the way his fingers tightened against the wood, his control slipping, just a little.

and then—he took over.

his grip in your hair turned punishing, his hips snapping forward as he fucked into your mouth, ruthless and demanding. the sounds were obscene, his breath ragged as he forced you to take his cock deeper, pressing himself to the back of your throat. your hands gripped his thighs, nails digging into his skin as he used you, face-fucking you without mercy.

“good girl,” he groaned, voice strained. “just like that—fucking perfect.”

he didn’t stop until he was close, until his breath stuttered, until he pulled out at the last second, spilling over your face in hot, thick streams. you gasped for breath, satisfaction curling in your stomach at the way he looked down at you—disheveled, utterly wrecked.

he wiped a thumb over your cheek, collecting his mess before smearing it against your lips. “filthy,” he murmured. “but you like that, don’t you?”

your smirk was slow, smug. “admit it, riddle. you do too.”

his jaw clenched. “this changes nothing,” he muttered, though his pinky twitched with the thread still binding you together.

“sure, riddle,” you teased, licking your lips. “whatever helps you sleep at night.”

but you both knew the truth.

this changed everything.

tom lingered for a moment, his breath still uneven, his eyes burning into yours as if trying to convince himself otherwise. his lips parted, but whatever sharp remark he had planned died before it reached his tongue.

the thread between you pulsed, a silent taunt, a reminder that no matter how much he fought it, he was already ensnared.

you watched as his fingers twitched again, the smallest movement, betraying him. he clenched his jaw, straightened his robes, and stepped back—but not before you caught the hesitation in his gaze.

“we’re not finished,” he muttered.

a smug smile played on your lips. “we never are.”

and with that, he turned on his heel and walked away, but the red thread between you only pulled tighter.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝

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tags ❥ @s0rc3r3r @cypherpt5fttaehyung @kqliie

[lgcxmimi]

she's taking a small bite with a knowing look to her bestie, a brow raised his way but her eyes are still dancing. she knew that seyoon could be interesting in that department. not bad of course-- he was insanely talented, just... sometimes need a little push. "preparing for something?" she can't help but ask, curiosity lacing her features a bit before she's taking a full bite, humming in happiness.

she chuckles at him, covering her mouth. "ya knowwwww. maybe it's time you settle down, hm?"she jokes, before she snorts at his words. "mine? oh..." she thinks, humming. "i... well. i love doing it... really. its one of those things that... i can't just give up i guess."

his question makes her look him over. "hmm. i think you're definitely dramatic enough!" she giggles. "no but seriously, if you think you might... have more passion why not go?"

Ah yes, the practice room.

"Same! I've been working so hard lately that it's unreal." It wasn't like Seyoon was lazy. He was just unmotivated. The whole idol path situation felt like one of those races with no ending in sight. You know you are competing with people and must strive to be the best, but you also had no idea if you'd be winning the grand prize. Or, in fact, what the grand prize was.

Fortunately, Seyoon was one of those people that would follow a crowd. So when he found himself surrounded by hardworking people, he'd keep up to make sure he blended in. "I barely have time to hook up now," he said. "That's like, bad for my mental health." Questionable, but sure. "What's your goal again? Fame? Money? I just want to make bank and every so often I wonder if I am better off going into musical acting. Do you think I'd make more there?"

[lgcxmimi]

et tu, alice?

w/ @lgchyoseop

it was weird, wasn't it? the lack of hell week made her breathe easier, especially with how busy everyone seemed to busy, but in a way, she couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. somehow-- she couldn't help but be anticipating something. perhaps-- waiting for the other shoe to drop.

she didn't have a lot of time to really think about it though, between training, and the radio show. so when she sees the tip of the white piece, she thinks she's hallucinating. but.. of course, curiosity gets the better of her, and low and behold, in between the two napkins, she pulls out the card, the queen of hearts as bold as ever with the term eat me in the middle. its only then she really notices the sticker-- the bunny smiling at her as if she had discovered a secret.

it stays with her a bit, and she's holding it as she's going to the vending machine, looking at hyoseop with a brow raise. "I knew they had to be planning something. have you found one?"

[brutaliv]

Happy belated birthday, my love! I know I'm a few days late, but it's the thought that counts. Did you do anything special for your big day? @hayleyheat

[lgcxmimi]

"oh i hope so. i've always wanted to hear a bit more from our listeners, whether they've been here since the beginning or are just tuning in for the first time!" she says, waggling her eyebrows, hoping the staff could possibly be persuaded into letting them take calls. each of them are busy, of course, but they could both be rather convincing, especially together.

"hmmmmm." emi leans forward as well, clearly intending to not make this easy. "let's see. okay i think i've got it! i've gotten my brown belt in judo, i'm allergic to pineapple, and i didn't dance until i begin to train at legacy." she turns to taeha with a smirk. "which one?"

Taeha claps her hands together under her chin and nods. "Oh, that's such a good idea! Do you think the staff would let us answer a call from a lucky listener one day? Maybe they could play a round with us as well?" Hopeful eyes scan for the few staff members busy on the other side of the booth. Their hour 45-minutes was still packed to the brim, but maybe a little audience participation could be in their future?

"Okay, its your turn! I think we know so much about each other it's going to be harder to trick each other... But I'm ready to be stumped!" she leans forward in her seat, eyes wide with anticipation.

[lovepvnch]

like this for a tempest to breeze through your meme tag and/or an unprompted Hello !! in your inbox

[missflopugh]

I love scrolling through Twitter to get my daily news and see what's going on in the world. But every so often I'll get these random viral posts that pop up from fansites of yours and they post nothing but new Lime Bike sightings of you. So i hope you know that every time I spot a Lime Bike in the wild, I think of you. @harrynotorious

[lgcxmimi]

model behavior

w/ @lgcjinyoung

when the music finally starts to play out, emi can't help but grin-- having become somewhat of an expert now after having several weeks of practice with this whole radio thing. "hey and welcome to LGC Charms Radio! If you're a regular listener of us, welcome back, we're so glad to have you! and-- if you're brand new, thanks so much for joining us today, we hope you stick around. It's your host for today, LGC Girl's Hirawa Emi, and i definitely missed you all last week, but i know you had an amazing time with my cohosts!" emi adjusts her headphones, offering a grin to the guest across from her as she sits up a little bit straighter. "we've got an amazing guest for today; from doing everything from being on magazine covers, music videos, and even being an amazing performer, i'm honored to be introducing kim jinyoung for today!" emi does tiny claps before she's also introducing the soundbite of his latest cover.

"thank you so much for joining us today, jinyoung-sama. since we're doing introductions, can you give us a little intro of your own?"

[lgcxmimi]

"of course, of course." she says with a soft nod, matching the smile the other gave her. "just being honest. if people don't like you talking why are you even around them, you know?" in her opinion, cherry definitely didn't talk to much. it was nice, have conversation, and frankly, true bits of it felt hard to come by with some people, but not with her.

at the offer, she blinks a bit in surprise, looking over with eyes widen a bit, swallowing some. "really?" she says offering a soft, now almost shy smile. "i'd appreciate that. i might take you up on that pretty soon. things have been so crazy. and... i may stay out a little too late sometimes." she admitted with a chuckle. at her question she nods. "for sure. want ramen? my treat."

lgcxmimi

[ x ]

"cherry don't apologize for talking. i like when you talk. feel free to talk as much as you want, honest, but... don't apologize for being yourself." emi was a big advocate for everyone showing their true colors, good or bad-- if they were bad, that means things got out of the way easier. if they weren't, well... what was wrong with being yourself? it took a bit of time for her to reach that conclusion, but now she wouldn't have it any other way. she gives cherry a playful nudge as she listens, humming a bit. "i mean... have you tried asking for tips or tricks? i know i do that all the time. sometimes i rush and i'm so impatient, that i have to... stop and breathe for a second." she finds herself admitting before she shrugs. "i'm alright, i promise. and if not, i'll definitely message for some more walks. sometimes it's nice to get out, ya now?"

emi sounds like cherry for a second, having the same reaction cherry would have if someone said what cherry said. never apologize for being you she’d often tell other people, and she would tell herself too, but perhaps she was beginning to forget. she loved her ability to talk, why did she suddenly feel like it was bothersome? “thank you” she whispers, giving the other a smile.

“you know where i live, you can come whenever you can’t sleep, whether you wanna talk or take a walk in silence” the female looks up, enjoying the view of the stars before returning her look to emi “think any convenience store is still open?”. she shows a smile, suddenly craving food and something to drink.

[genk1girl]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍     :     hollywood     walk     of     fame     .

❝     do     you     think     i     should     be     scared     ?     ❞     head     turning     frequently     to     see     if     the     gray     haired     lady     she     was     just     conversing     with     was     still     eyeing     her     with     a     crazed     gaze     .     .     .     she     had     told     anisa     (     coincidentally     ,     or     not     ,     while     she     stepped     on     a     deceased     actor's     star     )     that     she     only     had     six     days     to     live     ,     the     pearl     necklace     dangling     amongst     her     chest     giving     her     bad     luck     .     while     not     superstitious     ,     she     could     be     gullible     .     ❝     that     grandma     just     told     me     she's     a     witch     and     that     i'm     gonna     die     soon     !     she     has     to     be     joking     ,     right     ?     like     one     of     those     on     street     actors     ?     ❞

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑     :     feel     free     to     assume     connections     if     we     haven't     plotted     yet     <3

[hauntsect]

I'm just thinking about the fact that Hyles might possibly have thalassophobia.

[lgcxmimi]

"compared to mine? it looks like it was made in a department store, just trust me." emi offers a good natured smile. sure she greatly loved the holiday and all the warmth, hospitality, and gratefulness it offered. and sure, she may have had a lot of talents, but wrapping gifts was definitely not one of them, and she'd gladly had accepted that. tree decorating was definitely more her thing.

emi removes her finger, but her gaze remains on the box, watching, her interest piqued as lili seems to work a bit of magic. she raises her brows when it's done, offering tiny baby claps, nodding in approval. "looks absolutely perfect." she admits, because, well, it really did, and she wonders, but doesn't in the same frame how it could happen to easily for lili. but then again it makes sense-- she's gorgeous, talented, and seemed to be a go-getter. of course it was a no-brainer.

she's not expecting the compliment of course, eyes going wide as she looks at her own presents, before her nose scrunches up and she's waving her off playfully. "oh you stop it. that's so sweet, thank you. honestly, it was kind of therapeutic. i feel like all i've been doing lately is practicing, so it was nice to turn my brain in a different direction."

“you flatter me. it’s hardly professional,” the pristine bow says otherwise but the words are almost automatic — a false sense of humility that never really suited lili falls from her lips and even though she, emi and the world probably know she’s the furthest thing from humble, lili relishes in the compliment. “just a little extra, sure, but it’s christmas. and i’m kind of in a giving mood.”

and lili leaves the reasoning at that.

once she’s secured the ribbon to the box, she makes quick work on pulling the bow into it’s shape and finishing it by curling its ends for the final spiral. “and it’s done!” probably her best accomplishment of the year, but who was really counting.

placing the gift with the rest, she looks to emi and at her own array of dressed up gifts and smiles, “and you were saying i was professional — yours are exactly like the ones i pick up at the department stores for the holidays all crisp corners and all.” the kids probably wouldn't care for the effort — already imagining them ripping the pretty wrapping to shreds — but lili had always appreciated anything pretty, especially when they were gifts.