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hanniebaeee · 1 day ago

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Wrong Chat?

Hyunjin x fem!reader

Warnings: None!

Genre: Best friends to lovers, flufffff, texts

Summary: Hyunjin, your best friend, drops you off for a coffee date with your colleague Mingyu. It's not a date at all, but Hyunjin thinks it is. And he rants in the wrong group chat - completely jealous and unhinged.

a/n: Wanted to make a Clueless series! Thoughts?

Part 1 - Clueless!

Hyunjin sighs dramatically as he flops onto the couch in his apartment. He's been pouting ever since he'd dropped you at the cafe where you're meeting Mingyu, your colleague for coffee.

Hyunjin: I’m actually losing my goddamn mind.

Hyunjin: She’s out with him. With. Him.

Felix: Hyunjin, it's just coffee.

Hyunjin: OF COURSE IT'S NOT JUST COFFEE, FELIX.

Chan: Oh no🙄

Minho: Here we go. Someone hold his leash.

Hyunjin: This is NOT good. Mingyu is - he’s like…

Jeongin: Are you okay bro?

Hyunjin: I AM NOT OKAY.

How is he supposed to be ok when you, the love of his life is out with some guy for "coffee"? Jisung had taken a girl out for coffee a few weeks ago, and now she's his girlfriend.

Hyunjin sighs. He couldn't think of you being anybody else's. You're his girl. And he's gonna win you over.

Meanwhile, you are sitting across from Mingyu, discreetly checking your phone as it buzzes repeatedly with notifications. You freeze when you see the texts.

Oh, so this is why Hyunjin was in a bad mood the whole morning, you think. He barely said a word to you as he drove you to the cafe.

Changbin: Dude, calm down. It’s just coffee.

Hyunjin: COFFEE LEADS TO DINNER, DINNER LEADS TO NETFLIX, AND NETFLIX LEADS TO YOU KNOW WHAT. ASK JISUNG.

Jisung: HYUNJIN.

Felix: 😳

Minho: Jisung you sly dog.

Chan: Hyunjin, touch some grass.

Hyunjin: I CAN’T, CHRISTOPHER. SHE IS MY GRASS.

Minho: Let it all out. Keep going.

Chan: Hyunjin. Deep breaths. IN through your nose, OUT through your mouth.

Hyunjin: I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE LAYS A FINGER ON HER

Changbin: I don't think he's laying anything on her.

Felix: Okay, Hyun, you need a time-out.

Hyunjin: No, what I NEED is for Mingyu to trip over his stupid perfect legs and fall face-first into a compost bin.

Mingyu smiles at you across the table, gesturing towards his laptop as he speaks. You are trying so hard to focus on the ideas he's laying down in front of you - the startup ideas that you two have been talking about forever. You smile back, nodding, while trying not to choke on your laughter.

Jisung: Stupid perfect legs? Hyunjin, why do you even know what Mingyu’s legs look like?

Hyunjin: Because I have eyes, Ji. I pay attention to the threat level.

Hyunjin: He's like 6 feet tall.

Jeongin: Threat level: Sexy.

Hyunjin: THANK YOU, JEONGIN. No one asked you.

Chan: You're tall enough

Hyunjin: Not enough apparently

Felix: Hyunjin, calm down.

Hyunjin: No, because LISTEN. Who does he even think he is. Asking my girl out. How dare he.

Hyunjin: SHE’S OUT THERE WITH HIM WHILE I’M JUST

Changbin: Lonely and deranged?

Hyunjin: EXACTLY.

Seungmin: Someone hose him down

You are trying to concentrate on the graph Mingyu is pointing to now, but seriously, who are you even kidding. Your cheeks are warming up with the second-hand embarrassment from what's brewing on the group chat.

Hyunjin: And do you know what really sucks? She’s probably looking AMAZING right now. Like, how does she do that? How does she leave the house and make everyone fall in love with her?!

Hyunjin: And doesn't even realize that I love her? She obviously doesn't! Like I'm right here.

Jisung: Why don't you just corner her in the supply closet?? Omg I never thought I'd get a chance to give that back to you 🔪

Hyunjin: Bro. She's my best friend. It isn't the same.

Jisung: Excuses excuses

Felix: Oh SHIT.

Felix: 🚨 STOP 🚨

Jeongin: Wait, what chat is this 👀

Hyunjin: What do you mean what chat?

---

Hyunjin goes quiet for a second.

---

Hyunjin: Wait.

Hyunjin: WHAT CHAT IS THIS???

Chan: You absolute clown.

Felix: I tried.

Minho: LMAO

You: Hyunjin.

Hyunjin: Y/N. Baby. Light of my life.

Y/N: Here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re picking me up in 20 minutes. And we're gonna talk.

Hyunjin: Ok. Yes. Ok.

---

Hyunjin was still typing and you were about done with this.

---

Y/N: Baby. Stop typing.

Hyunjin: Shutting up now.

Changbin: She really did put a leash on him.

Felix: This is why I love her 😁

Y/N: And Hyunjin?

Hyunjin: Yes, angel?

Y/N: I love you too.

Hyunjin: 😳😳😳😳

Hyunjin’s heart literally stops when he reads your text. You love him back. You love him back!!! He feels faint, his hands are shaky and he just needs to see you. Right now.

Hyunjin: Picking you up now.

Y/N: Ok baby.

---

And finally, it was all calm again.

---

Chan: Well, at least we get a little peace and quiet now.

---

As you step outside, you spotted Hyunjin’s car pulling up, his face twisted in a mix of nervousness and relief. His gaze immediately locks onto Mingyu, who waves goodbye. Hyunjin behaves just so that he can show you that he can be a good boy when he needs to.

You grin as you get into the car, and pull on the seat belt. When you look up at him, he's watching you eagerly, well he does look a little scared - like a child waiting to be scolded for doing something wrong.

“You ok, Jinnie?” You ask.

“Perfect. I'm perfect.”

You raise an eyebrow, fully aware of the effect you have on him.

“Is that so?” you purr, and Hyunjin gulps, as he nods.

“Yeah,” he mumbles, looking away.

“You know,” you said with a sly smile, “if you had said something sooner, we wouldn’t have had to go through all this.”

Hyunjin’s face turns a sweet pink, and he can't help but smile a little.

“Can you say it again?” He asks.

“Say what?”

“That you love me?”

You feel your own cheeks heating up as you your eyes meet.

“I love you, Hyunjinnie. I have for as long as I can remember.” You whisper, and Hyunjin's head falls onto the steering wheel as he does his best not to scream out in joy.

You giggle at his reaction and he looks at you again.

“Can I kiss you?” he asks shyly.

“Yes please,” You say and that's that.

---

Hyunjin: Guess what, losers?

Hyunjin: WE KISSED.

Chan: Wow. Congratulations?

Minho: Was it a pity kiss? Be honest.

Changbin: I'm sure she did it to shut you up.

Hyunjin: It was magical.

Hyunjin: She looked at me, leaned in, and BAM. Fireworks.

Hyunjin: It’s what poets write about.

Jeongin: Or she just felt bad for you.

Hyunjin: NO.

Felix: Seriously, if you keep this up, she’s gonna see this and run the other way.

Hyunjin: She won't!

Y/N: Hyunjin.

Y/N: GET OFF YOUR PHONE.

Hyunjin: Ok bye.

Chan: Jokes aside, we're happy for you both.

Jisung: Of course we are

Minho: Y/N, sweetheart, get your man a collar

Y/N: Noted.

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youngheejay · 1 day ago

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Winter mornings and weird misunderstandings

Where you just wanted Sunghoon to buy you some pads but he’s a little silly bf

Starring: Sunghoon x fem!reader [fairly new established relationship]

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A sharp pain in your lower abdomen disturbed your peaceful sleep.

You glanced at the clock confused. It was 6:56 am, why did you wake up so early? Frustrated, you buried your face in your fluffy pillow. You had hoped that you could’ve slept in on your well deserved rest day. The comfort of your blanket and pillow made you want to bury yourself in your bed but God had a different plan.

On cue, another pain shot through your lower stomach.

This is going to kill me.

You really didn’t want to leave your warm and cozy blanket, knowing well enough that as soon as you escaped your cocoon you’d be met with the cold reality of a winter morning.

After convincing yourself that you’ll be able to sleep more comfortably after going to the bathroom, you started to unravel yourself from the thick blanket. Only then you realised that something was holding you down. A heavy and familiar, yet unusual and odd weight rested on your waist.

Afraid and slightly in panic, you slowly but steadily turned your head to side. The sight in front of you melted your heart instantly and you had to suppress a chuckle from escaping.

Gosh, I’m so stupid. How could I forget?

You wished you could’ve taken a picture so that this scene would last you an eternity. But you knew if you moved away to grab your phone he’d wake up and ruin the moment. So instead of reaching out for your phone, you carefully made yourself more comfortable and looked at your boyfriend with fond eyes.

There he laid with the sweetest pout on his lips, his cheek squished against the pillow and his eyebrows softly furrowed in a cute manner.

You had to suppress the urge to squeeze his squishy and roundish cheeks. Your heart was full of love and adoration for the man laying beside you.

Pursing your lips, you dared to lightly brush away the strand of hair that fell directly on his closed eye. You couldn’t resist it so you also caressed his face faintly with the tips of your fingers, hoping this wouldn’t wake him up.

Luckily, the only response you got was a soft grunt.

Due to his very high demanding profession as an idol you often times were restrained from some quality boyfriend-girlfriend time.

So moments like these were a true treasure. Especially seeing him so soft and peaceful on a sunday morning. Normally, sunday mornings were spent at some kind of filming or broadcast studio for sunghoon.

When your boyfriend told you yesterday that he’ll be sleeping over at your apartment, you couldn’t help but let out a high pitched squeal.

“I’ll be yours the whole day tomorrow since I don’t have any schedules.” He had whispered against your lips with a faint smirk. You couldn’t believe how lucky you were.

You let out a soft sigh, you felt so happy and content. In response, his muscular, but heavy arm tightened around you ever so slightly. This was a reminder to you to not make any noises.

Your boyfriend was a super light sleeper when he slept next to you. Even though it was a very rare occurrence that you spent the night together he somehow managed to instantly develop this sleeping habit.

It was a really weird thing that you made notice of. Because, whenever you found him asleep in his own bed at his dorm it was an impossible task to wake him up. He just wouldn’t butch.

His dear members also testified that he was a heavy sleeper and that they had a hard time waking him up.

But only after four months into your relationship you realised how severe the difference was.

The difference being: him sleeping alone vs. with you.

Whenever he fell asleep with you by his side he woke up at the slightest signs of you waking up or your discomfort. It seemed like he had a sixth’s sense when it came to you and his protectiveness over you awoke him even from the deepest slumber.

Fortunately, it got a little better the more you slept together. Now, you could turn around freely and even slightly caress him, without him waking up. As long as you were in his arms everything seemed fine to his subconscious instincts.

However, you did have a quite good achievement the last time he spent the night with you. You had managed to escape his hold and got yourself a glass of water. It made you very proud - maybe more at your ninja skills than of him.

But you weren’t successful with bathroom trips yet. Those were just too long without your warmth in his arms, resulting in him waking up after a short while and yearning for your presence.

As cute as this observation was, it also worried you that maybe he wasn’t resting properly whenever you slept next to him. It was an obvious fact that your boyfriend was really overprotective and was concerned for you 24/7. Thus, you had to train him little by little so he could at least be relaxed while he’s asleep.

Right now you had a difficult mission ahead:

Go to the bathroom and prepare yourself for your period. And if you were lucky you could even make yourself a warm bottle without him noticing anything. This would be true perfection. A new milestone in your relationship of 6 months.

And you believed that this was possible - luck shall be on your side. After all, sunghoon was exhausted from the recently finished promotions of his groups comeback. Hence, there’s a high possibility that he wouldn’t wake up like last time.

You took a deep breath. Focus, y/n. You’ve got this.

Little by little you took small steps to escape his embrace. With every movement of yours you looked at his expression with upmost concentration. Every micro movement of his was crucial for this mission.

And when you actually managed to slip out of his arms you couldn’t feel more excited. Wow, this is a really big step in your relationship. That’s the second time he didn’t stirred awake from you leaving the bed. Will this be the new norm from now onwards?

You only stood up from the bed when you were certain that he was still sleeping.

When you checked that the coast was clear you tiptoed out of your bedroom and softly opened the bathroom door.

Slowly and quietly, you closed the door and tried to be quick with your business.

Great, ugh, I already got my period. You hoped that you didn’t stain the bedsheets.

Whatever, you quickly wanted to clean yourself up and cuddle with your boyfriend. That’s why boyfriends exist, right?

When you opened the cabinet in your bathroom your heart dropped.

No, no, no, no.

This couldn’t be happening.

You were out of pads.

You scoffed to yourself ironically. Great.

What do I do??

You couldn’t just quickly go out to buy some. The next store was only a 15 minute walk but it was freezing and snowing so much outside.

You could take sunghoon’s car, since you didn’t own one yourself. But you cringed internally, thinking about going out while blood is running down your legs. And you’d probably stain the seat of his car. Not to mention that you had to clean up all of the fresh snow first.

You felt like crying. Why does stuff like this always happen to you? Ugh.

The pain became unbearable and your legs felt too weak. Even if you weren’t bleeding too much right now, you just weren’t feeling well. You needed to lay down.

The realisation of your current bloody situation kicked in.

You had to do something quickly.

Should I ask sunghoon?

But you just felt so shy. Sunghoon was your first boyfriend and your relationship was fairly new. It didn’t help that you didn’t get to spend so much time together yet, which is why your shyness towards him was still highly present.

What if he is disgusted by me? Or maybe he’ll get angry because he doesn’t want to buy these stuff? Or maybe he’ll even get mad because I woke him up because of this?

You had heard about stories like these. You already felt too vulnerable right now, you certainly wouldn’t be able to handle rejection.

But then you thought that this was sunghoon that you were thinking about.

Not some random dude you found on the streets. He always took good care of you. And he was definitely not some douchebag who wouldn’t help his girlfriend when she needed him the most.

Since the beginning of your relationship he had been nothing but a sweetheart towards. It wouldn’t be fair towards him to just assume that he wouldn’t want to help you if you have an emergency.

Nonetheless, you were a nervous wreck when you quietly made your way to your bedroom. With a thumping heart you went to his side.

“Hoonie?” You whispered so quietly that you’d be surprise if he woke up from that.

When he didn’t react, you caressed his arm a little and whispered his nickname again, this time a tiny bit louder: “hoonie, wake up, please.”

His eyes shot open widely and he reacted instantly as he abruptly sat up. His sudden movement startled you a little.

He recognised your stressed face and immediately furrowed his eyebrows in concern. His protective nature was shown instantly.

“What’s wrong, princess?” He rasped with his deep morning voice.

In response you gave him a nervous smile and played with the hem of your shirt.

Sunghoon immediately understood that something is wrong and pulled you by your arm towards him. You landed in his lap ungraciously and immediately squirmed around. You wanted to stand up because you weren’t wearing any pads but he tightened his hold around you with his strong arms.

“Baby, are you okey? Are you hurt?” He caressed one of his hand all over your body - as if to check for any injuries.

When he didn’t see anything his eyes quickly darted to clock.

“No, everything is alright, hoonie,” you mumbled quietly hoping he wasn’t mad at you. At the same time a sharp pain shot through your lower stomach causing you to lay your hand on the area as you tried to act nonchalantly.

Of course, sunghoon noticed it immediately and put his hand over yours.

“I’m sorry I woke you up…” you searched for a way to tell him what you wanted from him.

Subconsciously, you took his warm hand in yours and pressed it against the area from where the discomfort blossomed.

Sunghoon squinted his eyes ever so slightly in confusion and rubbed the area under your bellybutton with the softest motions.

“It’s ok, honey.” Simultaneously, he rubbed your back with his other hand. As you enjoyed the warmth his action was providing, you grabbed his arm from behind and dragged it down to your lower back, where you needed it the most.

You sighed softly, enjoying the comfort your boyfriend was providing and without noticing it, you leaned into his chest. Sunghoon also automatically leaned back on the headboard - albeit his state of mind was everything but relaxed.

You rested there in his lap - feeling so safe and comfortable and completely oblivious to the chaos you caused in your boyfriends head.

Sunghoon was really confused on why you woke him up so early in the morning. Heck, he couldn’t understand why you would be awake this early on a Sunday morning. And the way you looked at him - something was definitely wrong.

He started to rack his brain with every single possibility of a problem you could be having right now. He wasn’t able to think that far as his brain was still fogged with sleep.

But then it suddenly clicked.

Fuck.

His heart dropped into his stomach.

She’s pregnant.

Sunghoons eyes darted towards his hand on your stomach. Why else would she put my hand there?

His eyes widened in shock but he quickly tried to cover up his reaction and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

Sunghoon felt his neck and ears heat up in embarrassment and frustration. Fuck, how could this happen?

Fuck it. You’re the man in this relationship, Park Sunghoon. Get your shit together.

“Baby, look at me,” he demanded after he mentally gave himself a pep-talk and pulled himself together.

“I think I know what’s going,” he continued and cupped your face with his hands.

“Really?” Your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Yes, and I want you to know that it’s ok. Everything will be just fine, alright?”

You pouted in awe, “so you’re not mad at me?”

“Of course not, princess. Why would I be mad, baby?”

“I don’t know…” you mumbled, “because I woke you up so early in this morning?”

“Are for you real? I’m really glad that you woke me up. You know, we’re a team, y/n. We’re in this together,” he tried his best to soothe you.

“You’re so cute. Thank you, darling,” you pecked his lips, feeling grateful to have such a sweet boyfriend.

Just as you were about to pull away he closed the gap between your lips and kissed you passionately.

You were stunned, not expecting him to kiss you with so much energy but of course you wanted to return the favour.

Sunghoon only pulled away slightly but his lips still lingered close enough to yours.

“Don’t thank me, baby, this my duty. I’ll always take care of you. Your comfort and needs are my top priority. Especially in this kind of situation.” Your heart melted hearing these heart touching words from sunghoon.

When he noticed that your eyes teared up a little, he instantly put his large and warm hand on your cheek and stroke it with his thumb.

“Don’t cry. You’re my strong girl, aren’t you?” You nodded in agreement with a determined look on your face. He’s right, I am strong.

No period pain in this world will take me down this easily. You felt a boost of confidence.

“To be honest, hoonie, at first I was really scared to share this with you. It’s just that this is such a sensitive topic to me as - you know - I always heard all of these stories were the boyfriend gets mad at the girl. And since you’re my first boyfriend - I don’t know - I was never in a situation like this before with a man. I just felt really insecure for a moment. But I’m so grateful I have you to share this with - it can be a really exhausting issue.”

Sunghoon cooed at hearing your deepest feelings - just not about the thing he was thinking of.

“It’s natural to be scared at first. But I’m glad you didn’t let your initial feelings get between us,” he then chuckled lightly, feeling his heart a little lighter than before, “can I be straightforward with you?” You nodded your head immediately, your big round eyes encouraging him to speak.

“When I realised it, I was pretty shocked myself. Like I never thought about this before. And I know that our relationship is fairly new, but it’s okay, as long as we have each other, everything is going to be okey. Don’t worry your pretty little head. We’ll go through this together. There’s no need to hide things from each other, alright?”

You felt deeply touched by his words again, with a pout on your face you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends neck. “I’m so lucky that I have you,” you confessed sincerely as you nuzzled your face in his neck.

“I’m the lucky one, babe. I’ll always be there for you. And of course it’s my responsibility to take care of you.“ He took a deep breath as the severity of the situation settled in. He would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared and shitting his pants right now - heck, he felt his pulse pounding up in his ears.

He closed his eyes for a moment to gather his thoughts. Fuck. This is too crazy.

But then he reminded himself that he had you in his arms and that he couldn’t let his fears and worries transfer to you. You were too vulnerable right now in this state.

He took one big breath before he started to speak again: “as long as you have me, you don’t have to worry about anything in this world, alright, princess? That’s what you are to me - my own beautiful princess.” He kissed your forehead as if his words weren’t enough to make you emotional.

The only thing you were able to say was a soft, “I love you.” You didn’t even notice that you started to cry - you just couldn’t believe that you doubted your boyfriends kindness for even more than a second. Sunghoon tightened his embrace around you.

“I love you too. More than you can imagine…” he whispered the last past as if it wasn’t meant for you to hear.

“And of course,” he added, and before he continued he put his hand back to the place he was caressing before.

He hesitated for a moment, letting his brain process the new information.

Then he continued with a stable and confident voice: “Of course I love this little one also.”

…

You titled your head to side.

What?

“What?” You repeated out loud and leaned back.

When Sunghoon looked at you you realised that there was a shimmer of tears reflecting in his eyes. You have never seen him cry before - what the actual fuck.

After he didn’t respond to you, you hesitantly asked:

“You love… my… uterus?”

For a second sunghoons brain stopped working. He was stunned at your boldness - flabbergasted even.

“Baby, what are you saying?” His bewildered glance made you really shy and even embarrassed as if you were the one who said something weird.

“I-“ you wanted to say something but you were too taken aback to form a sentence.

You slightly hit his chest, “hoonie!!” you whined, “what are you talking about?”

“I’m- babe, wait- I’m so confused right now.” He squinted his eyes at you - his expression screamed for help.

“I’m obviously talking about our baby!!” He exclaimed in desperation.

“What?!” You matched his tone, “what baby??”

“Mine! I mean yours! No- I mean ours! The one I put inside your belly!” Sunghoon stuttered - he was utterly bewildered and felt his ears heat up in embarrassment to say it out loud like this.

“Are you saying I’m pregnant?!” You whined loudly in disbelief, not trusting your ears.

All of the sudden sunghoon got quiet real quick.

“…no.”

“Yes you are!!” You gasped dramatically and clasped your hand at your mouth. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you!! You really thought I’m pregnant?!”

“Park Sunghoon!” You hit his chest, “why would you think I’m pregnant???”

“Wait- I can explain, Baby-“

Hit

“Baby!!”

Hit

“Ahh!!”

Hit

“Don’t hit me, ba-!!”

Hit

Just as you were about to hit him again he quickly caught your wrist. “Princess- please let me explain!”

“It better be a good explanation, sunghoon! I can’t believe you thought I was pregnant! Do you even know what would happen if this was real?! We both would be dead! You’d get killed by your fans and I’d get killed by mom!!”

“I know-“

You cut him off again: “why would you think this??? Are you saying I look pregnant?? Oh my god, don’t you dare answer this, Park Sunghoon!”

“No, bunny! It’s nothing like this I swear!”

You gave him a suspicious look.

“You woke me up at 7 in the morning, didn’t tell me what’s going on and you only put my hand on your belly! I assumed this because there isn’t any other plausible explanation, please!”

You huffed and puffed up your cheeks as you crossed your arms in front of your chest and turned away from you boyfriend.

Sunghoon laughed slightly as his eyebrows shot up in disbelief: “Don’t be mad now.”

“I’m not mad,” you sulked like a child.

“Will you please tell me then what’s going on? Otherwise I’ll be the one who’s ‘not mad’.”

You rolled your eyes and mumbled: “I got my periodandIneedyoutobuysomepadsbecauseI’mout”

“Y/n.” He demanded, raising one eyebrow.

You turned around to look at him. Your cheeks were red and sunghoon felt a rush of cuteness aggression - if you were in another situation he would have definitely bit them.

“I got my period!” You said in an annoyed tone.

“Oh okey,” he nodded and breathed out of relief.

“Yes! The complete opposite from what you assumed!“

“Why did you - and I really don’t want to sound like a jerk - but why did you wake me up? To tell me this?”

You rolled your eyes harder than before: “well, you do sound like a jerk. I’m in pain, alright?”

“Okey… do you want… I don’t know… cuddles?” Your boyfriend offered carefully as he still couldn’t figure out what you wanted from him.

“Of course, sunghoon! That’s what you always do! You know this already. You unlocked level 2 of ‘boyfriend’ like 4 months ago! But before we’ll cuddle you’ll go to the store and buy me pads and snacks!”

“Oh okey…” he nodded again slightly.

After a few moments passed he looked at you with wide and horrified eyes.

“What?!” He bursted out fearfully.

——

After calming him down and explaining to him your situation and what he needed to do, he was ready. Ready to be a man and buy his woman the pink packaged pads with wings.

Only for you to realise that you had a tiny problem.

“Don’t.” You muttered as you quickly pressed yourself into sunghoon, clinging onto his neck like a monkey and restraining him from standing up.

“What’s wrong?” He wrapped his large hands around your waist.

“We have another problem.” Your cheeks heated up. Sunghoon raised his eyebrow in question. “Please don’t be mad. I know it’s disgusting but I think I stained your trousers,” you blabbered embarrassed.

“Stained? How?” He was deeply confused - for a 50th time today and the sun hadn’t even risen yet.

“Babe…” you knew he was just a man when you purchased him but you didn’t know how bad his knowledge about menstruation was, “women bleed, like a lot. And I know when I stand up you’ll be shocked to see how badly I bleed. Since I couldn’t wear my pads it just soaked through my clothes and stained yours. You know, since I’ve been sitting on your lap for quite a while now. I don’t even have to check, I already know it. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okey, ha ha.” He tried to act nonchalantly but his face gave it away - he was mortified.

“Babe, it’s okey, you don’t have to act tough. I know it’s disgusting. I’m also disgusted every time it happens.” You put your small hand on his cheek and that’s when sunghoon snapped out of his fear and pulled himself together.

Suddenly he hooked his one arm under your legs and the other went behind your back. He stood up abruptly from the bed causing you to screech in surprise as your hold onto him got tighter.

He then carried you bridal style towards the bathroom.

“What are you doing, hoonie?” You asked startled.

“I understand where you’re coming from. Blood is kinda… disgusting. But you go through this every month. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide this part of you because I’d be disgusted.” He kicked the bathroom door open, “I want to show you that I love every side of you. Whether you’re sick, tired, mad - or bleeding like Mother Nature wants you to.”

He sat on the edge of bathtub with you sitting again on his lap, “I want to be there for you no matter what you’re going through.”

Then he turned the faucet on and checked the water temperature with the hand that was holding your legs before he turned back to you. The same hand was now resting against your cheek as he made you look at him.

“I don’t want to be that kind of boyfriend where the girlfriend is in pain or is having some kind of crisis and she feels like she can’t tell him about it because he’d be mad or disgusted. That would be the worst thing actually.” The look he gave you expressed so much sincerity. The intensity of it radiated his love for you immensely.

You didn’t know what to answer him.

“What did I do to deserve such a sweet and loving boyfriend?” You pouted with teary eyes - your heart was aching with pure love and devotion for your boyfriend.

“I know what you did,” he smirked lightly as he leaned into your lips. You were too hypnotised to answer him, so when he pressed his soft lips against yours he whispered against them: “you were being an angel waiting patiently for your man.”

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Following your session of soft kisses and giggles, sunghoon took off your clothes and helped you into the warm tub full of bubbles.

He then quickly took a shower while you were enjoying his singing from the tub.

“I’ll be back real quick, babe.” He kissed your forehead fully clothed again, ready to meet the cold outside.

“Alrighty, I love you so much and drive carefully! It’s icy on the roads!”

“I will, honey, don’t worry. I love you more.”

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You were cuddling with your boyfriend on your coach and were enjoying his warmth and some hot chocolate, when all of the sudden he spoke up:

“So I’m at level 2 of ‘boyfriend’?”

You chuckled: “No, silly, you reached level 2 when we were together for 2 months. When you cuddled me for the first time while I was crying.”

“Then, what about now?”

“Today you jumped from 5 to 10.”

“Really?” Sunghoon was surprised, and of course proud of himself.

You hummed in response.

“And at what level do I get the privilege to ask you to marry me?”

You looked at your steaming cup, hesitating a little.

After a few moments of silence, you whispered:

“10.”

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professorspork · 2 days ago

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friends i am FROTHING AT THE MOUTH over the Nov 1 2008 Wicked boot, Carmen Cusack's penultimate 1NT show with Katie Rose Clarke

it is far and away the best boot I've seen so far in the great chronological watch and just kEPT GETTING BETTER OVER TIME

like. Carmen really gets her teeth into Elphaba and lets her be a bitch when she needs to be

and she and Katie's Galinda are just such fascinating equal-and-opposite autistic4autistic

and Deedee Magno Hall's transition from Nice Nessa to Wicked Nessa is so tangible and legible and good

and Cliffton Hall's Fiyero actually gives thropple for once

and like. it's stellar throughout, and there are so many gay little moments (KATIE KISSES CARMEN'S SHOULDER IN ONE SHORT DAY WTF) but like

after "Wonderful" it just goes. the fuck. OFF.

and by "it" i mostly mean "Katie Rose Clarke"

please forgive me these gifs will not even remotely capture it but my words alone would not do this justice

first of all the REUNION HUG they just CANNOT BEAR TO END so they KEEP FINDING NEW WAYS TO TOUCH

but all good things must end, and when Elphaba and Fiyero leave Glinda is FURIOUS with them and SO HEARTBROKEN

but not as furious as she is with HERSELF. I have never seen an "I'm Not That Girl (Reprise)" that is so dripping with self-hatred and like you stupid bitch of course they left you, you should have known better energy

like PLEASE look at this UNHINGED SHIT katie is doing with her head and neck about "don't wish":

and then after that our big reward is one of the straight-up horniest ALAYM renditions i have EVER seen

and then the catfight

THIS CATFIGHT

gifs cannot capture Carmen's delivery of "wretched little farmgirl" but know it was so perfect I was screaming and clapping

and like. ok. throughout this performance Katie does this Obvious Regret thing where like, Glinda says things aloud and then visibly immediately hears how stupid it sounds and wishes to take it back and there's nothing she can do about it (changing her name to Glinda being the biggest example, but the delivery of "FINE GO, YOU DESERVE EACH OTHER" above is ALSO a great example)

and this fight escalates so quickly because she CANNOT stop making it WORSE

and she KNOWS

but can't QUIT IT

and then Carmen literally STOMPS THE GROUND on "by bubble"

and then delivers "someone like him could actually choose someone like me" in the platonic ideal way that acknowledges thropple, the indictment of Fiyero coming with her when Glinda didn't

and then

Katie ACTUALLY SLAPS HER

SO HARD HER HAT FALLS OFF

AND THEN PLEASE LOOK AT THE SLAP BACK

Katie's "lemme go I almost had her" is FERAL

and afterwards she is still SO MAD that she KICKS THE BROOM

EVEN HER "DO IT" IS MAD, she TURNS HER BACK ON HER

but then

then it's For Good and it starts to dawn on you that it's Carmen's second to last show because she LITERALLY cannot BEAR to look at Katie (who is crying) for most of the song because she knows she'll mcfreaking lose it if she does

but that's fine because when she actually DOES look at her she KISSES HER HAND

I AM DEAD

this boot has ended me. ENDED ME. @theseerasures and I finished watching it and IMMEDIATELY had to go back and watch the highlights again

like I didn't even have TIME to get into this Popular

anyway uh if you're looking for a bootleg that'll really fuckin hit the spot

i STRONGLY RECOMMEND this one

#leah watches wicked #fucking glindas man #gelphie #wicked #glinda and elphaba #katie rose clarke #carmen cusack

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doberbutts · 3 days ago

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I’m kinda new to tumblr so idk if this is like, improper, but that recent shit about your folks sucking was rough. just like, to read. I can’t even imagine how hard it sucks to be there right now. but idk I wanted to shoot an anonymous ask and just be like “hey you’re gonna make it” which I know you already know but figured it would be nice to hear from someone else too, so. hang in there fellow trans person and fuck your family’s behavior

Oh I never did really fully explain what was happening did I?

My great aunt died on December 1 and it wasn't particularly unexpected (she was very old, and her husband died a few years ago on Dec 3) but it was quite sudden and without much warning. I drove to my parents' house to mourn and help with funeral arrangements and it was my first time visiting since right before covid and also since starting medical transition. I figured I'd be enduring a lot of misgendering and the like but wanted to be there for my aunt because I had a lot of wonderful memories of celebrating Christmas at her house with her and my uncle.

An assortment of little comments added up over the next 24 hours until my mother effectively called me stupid unprompted to my face as I drove her from my sister's house back to her own, because I'd said that my niece and nephew were quite smart and that wasn't an abnormality within our family. This is referring to my graduating at 16 and testing well into genius for my IQ, my sister winning several national awards for her poetry and essays, my adult nephew graduating at 17 and only because of an August birthday, both of my parents having masters degrees they earned on scholarships they were given due to their own strong writing, etc and now my niece is skipping a grade and my nephew is averaging well above his grade level and likely will skip a grade too. So I said something about being a family of smart kids and my mom more or less went "well one of my kids isn't very bright" and then looked hard at me.

I'm the only college drop out of my siblings, and with a worse gpa. It's also not the first time she's called me stupid but normally not in so many words or out of left field like that so it cut pretty deep especially considering all the other bs I'd been putting up with since arriving.

I voiced discomfort with what I had (correctly) assumed she meant as a joke, which turned into an argument, which made me have the realization that this is not my home and has not been my home in some time and in fact the reason my mental health improved rapidly when I left is because I got away from her and all of her nasty little comments she doesn't think are a big deal and now I'm having a panic attack and oh- this is a trauma response. I am back in the same house, the same bedroom, the same situation, and I am being triggered, and I am having a trauma freak out, and it has been a very long time since this place and these people have been anything but detrimental to me.

TO HER CREDIT she did come into my bedroom late that night and stated that she couldn't sleep because she felt awful because clearly she seriously misstepped and did not actually mean to hurt me this badly but at that point the damage was done. We talked it out and then we both cried ourselves to sleep in our respective bedrooms and then I woke up with covid the next day and drove the 5 hours back home so I could access healthcare in my state with my state insurance.

And I don't think I will ever go back there willingly, at least not to stay overnight. I'll come up with a reason that I have to stay at a hotel or something.

So anyway long story short the issue was relatively shortlived and I am now back to normal but WOW that was a BAD night. I have not had a night like that in a very long time.

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the-eclipse-is-in-me · 2 days ago

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100 hits!!!!

I just reached 100 hits on IDOV on AO3!!!

AHAHHHAHAHAHAH!!!!!

So here are 8 and 9 of IDOV

Chapter 8: If we have each other (Cresent's POV)

Summary:

This how Cresent got claimed as a daughter of Hades, and how she met Nico, her favorite big brother

Notes:

Ya, so you know how I said that no more "in the past" chapters. I got writer's block and then @permetutotheworld on Tumblr gave me the idea for this chapter while we were RPing, so now this exists. Hope you enjoy Chapter is based on the song If we have each other

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(2 years ago)

I was running the woods, zigzagging the through the trees, dodging the branches as I pass them. I was being chased by some monster. I had no idea what it was, but it had a scorpion’s tail, a bat’s wings, and the head of a lion. I ran as fast as I could, but I was running out of energy. Tears were running down my face, burning my skin. I was scared, angry, and most importantly. Alone.

I kept running, then suddenly a hand came from the shadows and pulled me in. I was covered in darkness, then light. I was laying in the grass somewhere. Next to me was a boy. He had black hair and pale olive skin. He was wearing a black skull shirt and a bomber jacket with black jean. He also had a strange black sword hanging from his belt. I got up and examined our surrounding. We were in a clearing the woods, but it seemed like a different one than the one I was running in earlier.

More tears fell from my eyes. I was further from home than I was before, there’s no way I will be able to find my way back now. I sat back down and curled up into a ball. Then someone sat next to me. It was the boy from earlier.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked me

“No, I’m lost and instead of being at home, I’m stuck here with some random guy.” I replied, as I continued to cry.

“How did you get lost?”

“I was waiting for my mom to pick me up from school. It was my first day at this new school, and it hadn’t gone well. I had to go to a different school than my sisters cause I’m the oldest, at least that is what my mom said. I got tired of waiting for my mom inside, so I went around the school to this patch of woods I found at recess. I wasn’t really a people person and the shadows always seemed to spiral when I was nervous, so I didn’t bother. I went to the woods then suddenly this monster comes running towards me. I started to run for I don’t know how long, then when I lost it for a moment I realized I was lost. I tried to find my way back but the monster just appeared again and the rest is history.” The sun started to set as I finished my story, it was getting cold, so I pulled my hood around myself, the sleeves also wet with tears.

“I am so sorry for what you have been through, that must have been hard for you.” He said after a moment.

“Well, I was planning on running away to my aunt’s, though I haven’t yet figured out how to get there. I was tired of dealing with that woman every day, and I’m pretty sure she would have kicked me out already if it weren’t for my stepdad. He’s the only one who stands up for me, and now I may never see him again. I just accidently sped up the process of getting rid of me.”

“What happened to your biological dad?”

“My mom says he died, and I want to believe her, but I just don’t. He left me this pendant.” I held up my crescent moon pendent. My most prized possession. “He’s out there somewhere, but finding him has never crossed my mind. If he wants to know me, he can find me himself. At least he could have, until now.”

“I get that, come on let’s find somewhere safe to stay for the night” He started to get up, but I grab his arm.

“I don’t know who you are, or even your name. You really expect me to follow you wherever you’re going, I may be 12 but I ain’t stupid.”

“So, you would tell your life story to a stranger before finding out their name,” I rolled my eyes “Alright, I’m Nico di Angelo”

“Cresent, Cresent Solace” Nico seemed shocked by this. He continued to get up, and I followed

“Oh, you’re a Solace.” I tried very hard not to give him a side eye.

“Ya, didn’t I just say that.”

“Are you in anyway related to Will Solace?” “Did he just say Will, or am I dreaming”

“Yes, he’s my cousin, but I haven’t seen him in months. Every time we go visit Aunt Naomi, he’s not there anymore.”

“That’s probably because he is at camp.” “What the hell is this boy talking about?”

“Camp, what camp?”

“Camp Half-Blood, he’s the head-medic there.” “Seriously, what the hell is this boy talking about?”

“What is my causing doing at some camp being the head medic, it’s not even summer break anymore.”

“He’s a demigod and a year-rounder, so that’s why. And I have reason to suspect that you are one too.”

“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! Hold up, what you mean demigod. Like the child of a god, but how, and which god, and which pantheon, and how do you know I’m a demigod, and…”

“Hey, one question at a time ok, I just got up from shadow travelling and my head is buzzing.”

“Are you a demigod, is that how you did the thing with the shadows.” I was feeling better, so my ADHD kicked in.

“Ya, son of Hades. And your cousin is the son of Apollo.”

“So, I’m guessing Greek, but how? Aren’t they supposed to be in Greece?”

“The gods move to where the strongest belief or remembrance by mortals is. Currently it’s in the US, but they have been around.”

“So, they still come down sometimes and have kids with us mortals?”

“Exactly”

“And you think that I, Cresent Solace the most awkward being in the universe, could be a child of the gods.”

“Well one of them, you radiate power, a familiar one actually. Like from one of the Big Three.”

“You mean Zeus, Poseidon and Hades. There is no way I am one of their kids. I’ve always been deathly afraid of lighting, but I do enjoy watching the rain. Water hates me and I am asthmatic, so I am not trying that again. I’m mostly fine with death and that stuff, and darkness seems cool rather than scary to me. Are those signs of which one of them could be my dad?”

“Maybe, but we can’t be for certain until one of them claims you.” Then suddenly, the symbol of Hades appeared above my head. “Thanks a lot, Dad.” Nico mumbled

“My day has definitely gotten better. Hi brother, are we going to CBH?”

“Hello, at least we now know who your dad is. When I get more energy, we can set off for New York. Right now, we need to find a place to sleep.”

“Let’s do that. All the running has made me tired too.”

And we set off through the woods on our next adventure, together.

Notes:

I love how they already be acting like sibling the first time they meet, (if you disagree, come see my house), I love these two so much I just had to do this. Next chapter will be in Quinn's POV, and it will be continuing the story I promise. Just had to get this out there.

Chapter 9: Labyrinth (Quinn’s POV)

Summary:

Quinn needs to talk to Cresent after bumping into her earlier. Will helps.

Notes:

I DID IT, I WROTE THE CHAPTER!!!!!!!!!! This was so hard to come up with, and I had a week off, what a waste. But anyways here it is. Hope you like, songs for this chapter are Labyrinth and I miss you, I'm sorry

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I was training with my sword, taking swings at the dummy. I was about to take my next one when I sensed something approaching from behind. I turned on my heel, mid-swing. Then suddenly, my sword left my hands. I looked down to see a girl, with brown-royal purple ombre hair with a silver headband. She had blue eyes, purple contact on her right, and a crescent moon pendant. “I know that pendant.” She was also wearing a black camp shirt and yellow camp sweater.

I held out my hand to help her up because that was the polite thing to do, but she just swatted it away. She got up on her own and dusted herself off. I turned around to pick up my sword cause the girl didn’t seem to be in the mood for awkward conversation. She seemed to have changed her mind about training cause she turned around and walked away.

When she was finally out of sight, I let out my wings and flew out of there. I needed to talk to someone, and at the moment I could only think of my sisters. Holly and Laurel Victor.

I stopped in front of our cabin and walked in. As usual, they were fighting over something. I knocked on the frame of one of the doors to get their attention. They both turned to me and instantly got up from their spot.

“What is it?” Holly asked.

“Ya, we’re kind of busy right now,” Laurel said after.

“I need help, and I could only think of you guys to go to,” I replied

“You need to make new friends, you’ve been here for 6 months, and all you do is talk about that Cresent girl.”

“Ya, that’s what I need help with. I saw her on the training grounds earlier, and the old crush is coming back.”

“Had it ever left?” Laurel said under her breath. “So how do we fit into this.”

“Well, I need a way to talk to her, without her walking away from me this time.”

“Have you tried, walking up to her and saying hi,” Holly said

“No, she should go to the camp shop and get her something.”

“It’s they right now.” But they just ignored me.

“No, she should get that dagger she made her before she left, put a note at one end, then send one of the Hermes kids to give it to Cresent.” Great, they started a competition on the best way to talk to Cres. “Cres, I miss calling her that.”

“You guys, I want to give it to Cresent myself…” I was about to say something else when someone knocked on our door. It was Will from the infirmary.

“Uh, hi! Someone needs to talk to you and for some reason, they couldn’t come themselves, so they sent me. They said to meet them in the clearing, and that you would know where.” I instantly flashed back to one of my favourite days with Cresent. She found this clearing in the woods, and the first person she showed it to was me. We had so much fun.

I ran past Will, eager to find our old spot. If I was right I would be able to see my best friend again, if not I could help some camper and move on with my sad life. “No don’t think like that, Quinn, It’s definitely Cres.”

I reached the clearing. And there she was. She had taken off her headband, so her hair started to fall in her face. Her eyes looked unfocused, her dark skin glowing in the light. She looked beautiful as usual, and I can say that cause I may or may not have been spying on her a bit, and every time she looked stunning.

She finally looked at me, and tears instantly pierced my eyes. Then she did something completely unexpected, she ran up and hugged me. Like actually hugged me. Like she did when we were friends. And I hugged her back.

Notes:

This chapter makes me happy, and the next chapter will also make me happy, I am very happy

Tags: @permetutotheworld @biggestqiblifan @massiveladycat

@fukurouonthesea @demigod-jack-hearth @emdabitchass @chaos-cupid @

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phpruitts · 3 days ago

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'Well, she seems very well behaved,'

Phoebe smiles at that— shy and warm, marveling at how much has happened tonight. Patching Rafael up from a fucking knife wound. Showing him her home, even letting him see something so silly and stupid and vulnerable.

He got her a fucking car, too.

Phoebe still couldn't believe that. Found it hard to believe that kind of generosity existed for someone like her.

"Yeah. All the rabbits here are very polite."

In another show of grace, Rafael assures her that he's fine, he doesn't need a drink; he's just a bit tired.

Phoebe nods. Her too. They'd ... expended a good amount of energy on that couch, hadn't they? Her limbs still feel formless, like molasses, all wiggly and useless and comfortably numb. All those post-climax endorphins that just make her want to cuddle Raf.

And then—

'I should let my parents know I won’t be able to make breakfast,'

'I think I’d rather have breakfast with you and Daisy.'

There's Raf's arms, firm and warm and muscled wrapping around her tighter, the pleasant sensation of her bare torso pressing against his. Phoebe's eyes widen. Did he really mean that?

"You—” A beat. "Do you really want to?"

A smile overtakes her, incredulous and shy, a line working its way between her brows, something bursting in her chest, sudden and intense. So many of her Christmas mornings were spent were spent without even a quarter of the joy the mere idea of Rafael staying brought. Her and Raf and Daisy.

"I'll make you cinnamon rolls. Or we can have waffles, like, pecan and maple, or anything you want, I can make whip cream too, or eggs, if you want savory. But—. I'm— I'm not taking you away from your family, am I?"

Apparently, Daisy had been around for several years now. A loyal companion since Phoebe was seventeen years old. Daisy wasn’t the oldest pet, either. It made Rafael wonder about all of them, scattered throughout her apartment. What was the story behind each of them?

Never before did Rafael think he’d show interest in something like this, but then again, he never expected to meet someone like Phoebe, either.

“Well, she seems very well behaved,” Rafael said, looking down at the stuffed rabbit. He smiled and felt … a little silly, indulging in all of this, but he also really didn’t care. It was a private moment, meant only for the two of them.

“I'm such a bad host. And doctor. I haven't asked if you wanted any water, or anything, or tea. Or ... the crappy vodka I have in my fridge too, I guess.”

Rafael smiled in return. He shook his head.

“I’m fine, honestly. Just… a little tired, I guess.”

He didn’t have his watch, or his phone nearby, so he couldn’t check the time. He twisted around to check the clock, and it was well after midnight now. Just a few hours before sunrise.

Rafael certainly wasn’t going to make Christmas morning with his family.

“I should let my parents know I won’t be able to make breakfast,” he said.

Rafael pulled Phoebe closer into his chest.

“I think I’d rather have breakfast with you and Daisy.”

#CHRISTMAS MORNING TOGETHERRR OSBSS ;-;

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we-love-redwing · 14 hours ago

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Well hello @asgards-trickster-god . Ive been waiting for weeks for you to curse my inbox so I can finally give you a piece of my mind.

My friends have been very kind to you. I will not show the same consideration to a douchebag who is targeting the most important people in my life.

So let us begin. You are going to try some bullshit excuse saying that “you didn’t send this.” Well, word to the wise dumbass, dont use shit like “I”. It makes it hella obvious who you are.

Here is the ask you sent to my account using an alt. I am not scared of name calling. I am not scared of you. You should be scared of me.

If anyone here is a bully, it is you. Despite you denying all allegations of telling someone to kill themselves, the evidence is right here. Even if, by some miracle all of the other evidence is fake, you have just said that someone should die. Just because you have perfected the art of hiding behind the mask of being the victim, you have really slipped up here. You have made it painfully obvious considering that less than 24 hours ago I admitted that I am not on your side in this.

And now you dare to attack me. The person who has supposedly “saved your life”. I have the messages to prove that I did my due diligence because I didn’t want you to die.

Now, I really do not give fuck. You have hurt my friend Chuch. You have hurt my friend Kayla. And the moment you decided to go after Casey, I decided I am officially putting an end to this.

So let’s start from the beginning, as I know it.

I will not reveal how I have these screenshots for fear of you doing more stupid shit and attack more people.

You have shown aggression, without provocation.

You have dismissed someone’s trauma and brought up something that obviously hurts them.

And then that last message that says “youre being a fucking asshole”. I have seen the entire conversation. I have had my fair share of assholes. This was not the work of one. They were nothing but kind and you were just looking for a way to attack.

And then the nerve of you to say “fuck your PTSD”. And then you sent pictures of your self harm to someone. I don’t care who you are, how fucked up in the head you are. NO ONE should ever do the things you have.

And I am only just beginning.

Let’s go onto you baiting people with fake suicide attempts.

This is the first account of you “taking pills” that has been sent to me.

Now, you have also reached out to me about this same thing and I attempted to help you.

To give time stamps, we talked from until 1:23 am my time. I took time out of my night, after a hard day of work to help you. I had to be up in 5 hours. Did I give a shit? No. I decided to help you.

Tumblr apparently had a 10 image post cap so I will be reblogging this with the remainder of my message

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rougetv · 19 hours ago

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The Look of Love

George Clarkey x fem!reader

SUMMARY: The fans happen to pick up on the loving glances between you and George in Arthur’s new music promo

(anonymous request)

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Y/n and Arthur had met in college during a level 3 music course, when they were a pair of stupid teenagers, quickly bonding over their shared love of music. So, when she had moved to London for her job, her and her old friend had quickly become joined at the hip again. London being a new and scary place for her, Arthur had kindly stepped forward, reaching out to help her get settled in the city, helping her apartment hunt and get settled.

And through Arthur, she had met George…

George stood out to her from the second she’d met him. The way his neat stubble accentuated his face perfectly, the way she could easily get lost in those piercing blue eyes of his that made her weak at the knees, and the way his smile made her forget about everyone else in the room. And she didn’t even think it was possible for someone so attractive to be so kind either. He was always so understanding and caring, and so easy to talk to – he had almost immediately become the person she went to if she felt she couldn’t open up to Arthur about something, no questions asked. And she loved him for it.

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Y/n’s fingertips absentmindedly trace around the rim of her glass as she watches the movie on the TV screen that George had put on to pass the time while they waited for Arthur to get home, ignoring the urge to shift closer to the muscular brunette sat next to her on the plush couch.

The apartment was virtually silent, other than the sounds of the television and the sound of Chris’s fast typing on his laptop, until Arthur came barreling through the front door with a huge smile plastered across his face, excitedly waving his phone at the three of them, although Chris wasn’t really paying attention, too focused on whatever he was doing on the white laptop in front of him.

“New music! We just finished recording!”

Even if she wasn’t looking at Arthur, she’d have been able to practically hear the smile in his voice. He was always so excited about his music, and she was so proud of him for pursuing his dreams.

He excitedly sat down next to her on the L-shaped couch, and Y/n immediately draped her legs over his lap, listening to the music he was already pressing play to on his phone.

I’m a mess

Got my heart beating out of my chest

I’m just a little bit little bit stressed

Just a little bit little bit

Her eyes flick to George for a split second, swallowing hard as the lyrics remind her slightly of him – she was head over heels in love with him after all – and what made it worse? George was looking back at her.

Am I passing the test?

I’m subtly trying my best

But I’m feeling I’m feeling the sweat

Are you feeling me feeling me feeling me?

She tilts her head down slightly, trying to act as invested as she can at Arthur’s phone in a poor attempt to hide her cheeks that were burning red, feeling George’s eyes burning holes in the side of her head.

I can’t go back to normal now

Wow wow wow wow wow wow

Can’t get the right words out my mouth

Wow wow wow wow wow wow

Lily

Do you know that I’m talking about you

Let me know when you do

The song came to a smooth finish as she glances up at her best friend with a proud smile on her face, she always knew he’d make it, from the moment she saw how passionate he was about music all those years ago.

“Arthur, that’s so good!” she practically squeals in excitement, giving him a big hug.

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And that’s how she got roped into his promo.

The unreleased song blared out of Arthur’s phone that’s propped up on a tripod, her body wedged in between her best friend and the man who made her feel like a school girl with a crush, small smiles on each of their lips as they somewhat clumsily danced to the music.

George’s eyes were practically glued to her every movement as she danced in time to the song, the way her hips moved, the way her body swayed, the way her fingers ran through her hair, everything. It was like he was in a trance.

His feelings getting the better of him, he takes a shot, suddenly grabbing her hand softly in his own and spinning her around. The shocked laugh that leaves her lips is like music to his ears, and the smile on her face just makes his heart melt, his eyes full of love and adoration as he looks down at the beautiful woman in front of him, and the exact same look in her own eyes, completely lost in each other’s presence for a moment.

His hand automatically landed on the small of her back as he stops spinning her, casually supporting her in case she was dizzy, but the small action made both of their hearts race as the song comes to a close…

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Arthur Hill just posted!

User1: no one can convince me they aren’t in love. I swear.

User2: I desperately wanna be her right now I cant even function

User3: the future mrs Clarke?

User4: I know they did it but I just cant prove it

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Can’t decide if I like this or not 😭

Lmk if anyone wants a part 2! And pls keep making requests bc I have absolutely no creativity.

Request: i have a george request if thats okay 🥺 just thinking about being friends with arthur hill bc youre both music geeks who sing along to things all the time and you and george have a thing for each other but are oblivious. but arthur posts one of his promo tiktoks for a new song and you and george are featured and are both dancing and george takes your hand to spin you around and everyone goes crazy about it bc you look so happy and the look george gives you? its impossible to not notice

#george clarkey #arthur hill #chrismd #uk youtubers #george clarke fluff #lily #george clarkey x reader #george clarkey imagine

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(English version) ''Am I go too fast, Angel?''

|| Another fandom I absolutely love is Good Omens, so here's a little interaction I came up with between Crowley and Freddie Mercury, where Freddie listens to Crowley vent about his heartbreak. I hope you like it! ||

𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖶𝖾 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗐𝗈 𝖨 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝗒 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝖡𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖵𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎

"Six thousand, six thousand bloody years and counting," he complained once again, rolling over the grand piano. His glasses rested on the left side, and his sorrowful silhouette reflected on the instrument's surface. "Is that a short wait? How can he believe I'm 'going fast'? Do you think I'm really speeding things up? DON'T ANSWER THAT, I DON'T WANT TO KNOW. ACTUALLY, I DON'T CARE WHAT HE THINKS!" The demon didn’t even allow the other to speak.

"Darling," Freddie sighed, "I usually adore your visits during my free time, but tonight I have plans with Brian. So, I would greatly appreciate it if you'd stop writhing around and just tell me how I can help you, love." The man barely brushed the keys with his fingers, humming to himself and occasionally glancing at his friend. "Can I be frank with you?" He played a few notes before lowering the lid and focusing his gaze on Crowley.

The redhead shrugged and flipped onto his stomach, resting his head on his hands. "As if saying 'no' would make a difference. Shoot."

𝖮𝗈𝗁, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗈𝗈𝗁, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝖻𝗈𝗒? 𝖲𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗅𝖺𝗋𝗆, 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝗆 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖨'𝗆 𝖺 𝗀𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗈𝗅𝖽-𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗒

"I want you to tell me, in your own words and WITHOUT resorting to insults, why it’s so painful for you that this little man asked to slow things down with his… relationship," the singer requested. Despite the softness of his tone, he tried to be firm and to get his dear friend to finally admit what he really felt.

"Friendly relationship, F-R-I-E-N-D-L-Y," Crowley emphasized. He huffed and flipped onto his back again, staring at the beautiful gold chandelier in Freddie's luxurious, spacious living room. "It's not pain, let's start there. It's frustration, for the record. Do you have any idea how much we've been through together? The hundreds of 'random moments' we’ve crossed paths and just happened to help each other out? I'm talking tons of lives, thousands of times where 'by sheer coincidence'—" he drew exaggerated air quotes with both hands— "we ended up in the same place to grab a drink or just chat." As he spoke, memories paraded through his mind at lightning speed. "For Satan's sake, I hate this. I hate feeling the stupid urge to get him those chocolates he loves—and taking the chance to deprive someone else of them, or tempt some overweight monk under a strict diet with a sudden sugar binge—just because I might run into him. I detest that those stupid imported tea bags remind me of him, you know? Every fiber of my being is sick of seeing some damn porcelain tea set and wondering if he has it in his collection."

He fell silent as he noticed Freddie simply watching him with a subtle smirk. Crowley knew that look all too well.

"Darling…" the man attempted, reaching to stroke the demon’s coppery hair.

"No, shut up. Say it, and I'll make you lose that stupidly magnificent voice of yours."

"Crow-leeeey—"

"YOU’VE BEEN WARNED."

Seeing the demon wouldn't relent in his stubbornness, Freddie simply sighed and busied himself brushing his fingers through Crowley's hair. "Why is it so hard for you to accept your fate? Love is, in my opinion, something worth suffering for—even every day of your life."

𝖮𝗈𝗁, 𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍 (𝖦𝗋𝗈𝗐 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋, 𝖿𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋) 𝖮𝗈𝗁, 𝗈𝗈𝗁, 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗍? 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝗂𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝗈𝗍-𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖺𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅

"I’m NOT supposed to feel ‘love.’ That kind of thing is reserved for the other side and for you mortals. I once told William that, just as he was writing the ending of 'Romeo and Juliet.' You find pleasure in suffering; we’re only meant to add numbers below, not 'experience' things," the demon stated firmly.

"'Not supposed to' is very different from 'not wanting to'… and from what I gather, you’ve spent more time here with us than… you know," he tilted his head downward. "So who cares? Besides, isn’t the greatest act of rebellion to defy what’s imposed on you?" Crowley didn’t reply. That line of reasoning was one of the strongest reasons his friend would inevitably end up among his ranks someday. “Are you sure they didn’t send you from down there, man?” questioned the demon, a little more spirited. In response, Freddie tapped his nose lightly with the tip of his index finger before adding, “Don’t change the subject.”

𝖨'𝖽 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗈 𝗋𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖲𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖮𝗈𝗁, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾, 𝗈𝗈𝗁, 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗒 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗂𝗇' 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗁𝖾𝗒, 𝖻𝗈𝗒?

Finally, Crowley gathered the courage to turn around once more, looking at his friend from where he still sat atop the piano. “Is that what it’s like for you guys?”—his yellow eyes locked on brown ones—“To feel as if you’re thrown into a church, completely naked, then doused with holy water on every inch of your skin while a heavenly choir blares at full volume in the background, every time that person doesn’t seem to feel the same?” The other man laughed at the example, shrugging as he lifted the piano lid again and pressed a few keys. “Oh, darling, I don’t know how terrible that is for someone like you, but for people like me…” he offered a sad smile. “Well, it feels like your heart shatters into a thousand pieces, but you’d die without hesitation for a single look from the person you love. You’d give up anything material, surrender your soul and entire existence just to see them. Sometimes, it’s giving up your own happiness for that person’s well-being,” he explained.\

𝖶𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖥𝖾𝖾𝗅 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝖿𝖺𝗇𝖼𝗒 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝖾𝗅𝖾𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎

“These things are maddening,” he murmured in response to the singer. “In my existence, I’ve seen countless stories, all revolving around love, and let me tell you, they always end badly. Someone gets beaten, beheaded, burned alive, has their eyes gouged out and is left bald, or ends up jumping off the first cliff they see… or the guillotine. And I assure you, we didn’t invent this whole romance thing… though it’s cruel enough that maybe I should look into who patented it.”\

𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 (𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗎𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌) 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖶𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖨'𝗆 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌

For a few minutes, neither spoke, each lost in their own thoughts. Freddie played a melody to which Crowley—for once—paid no attention. In his head, he replayed fragments of the conversation they’d just had, struggling not to dwell on phrases like “your heart shatters into a thousand pieces” and “you’d surrender your soul and entire existence just to see them.” Hadn’t he already given himself over to the angel? Hadn’t he long since given up on staying away, ready to follow him anywhere in the world, just to keep seeing those blue eyes he loved so much? That silly little smile before savoring a dessert or trying a new dish at a local restaurant? Didn’t he count the days until their meetings, their teatime outings, or delivering a gift he’d “gotten just to annoy the other side and score points for Hell”? Didn’t he feel something warm and heavy in his chest every time he noticed the disgustingly pure and angelic aura Aziraphale seemed to emanate as he kindly helped every stranger on the street?\

(𝖲𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌…)

He straightened slowly, hopping down and giving his friend’s shoulder a couple of pats. “You know, I think there’s a table free at the Ritz tonight; I should head off now. Say hi to May for me today and, if Roger calls, give him a whack in the crotch from me.” After their goodbyes, minutes later, Crowley was in the Bentley, driving home

Driving back in style in my saloon will do quite nicely Just take me back to yours, that will be fine (Come on and get it) Ooh, love (There he goes again) (He's my good old-fashioned loverboy) Ooh, loverboy

Twenty minutes later, he was at home, sitting in the chair in his study, dialing a number he already knew by heart. He only had to wait a few seconds to hear his voice, and suddenly, the world felt a little less disgusting.

What're you doin' tonight, hey, boy? Everything's all right Just hold on tight That's because I'm a good old-fashioned (fashioned) loverboy

"Hey, Angel. Got any plans for tonight?"

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