#got distracted and now i need to go make the thing

[elliee3e]

‘animals’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ thinking about logan & f! reader being absolute animals during his cage fighting era

content warnings ;

porn & somewhat plot (in between the lines) , actually y’all i apologise this is just pure smut i think , rough sex , oral sex (m! & f! receiving + giving) , spit play , messy sex , facials, overstimulation , more stuff probably that i forgot help

author’s note ;

nothing to say other than the fact this is probably my most insane fic . send help, i need this logan so bad though 💔💔 y’all have been warned this is messy

you had met logan at one of the bars he was cagefighting at. being the owner’s daughter, you had the job to clean out the whole bar and close it down — including the cage, wiping it clean after every fight. the first few times, logan would pretty much just ignore you, but soon a night of him staying overtime as you poured him more than just a few drinks even though you were supposed to close the bar hours ago, you didn’t have it in you to kick him out. you didn’t know why. maybe it was the way your body tingled with need each time you watched him down another shot and take a drag of his cigar, tapping the then empty glass on the bar table as if silently asking for a new shot — which you instantly gave, not needing to exchange any words as you just went back and forth, cleaning the bar, scrubbing at the tables, watching him from afar as he just sat there and smoked and drank and god you knew he was no good. everything about him screamed bad, but you yearned for him each night somehow, even with having exchanged no more than three words; knowing little to nothing about him, all you knew was that you waited for the moment for him to finally make a fucking move, as the sexual tension was unbearable.

and you don’t know when this little ‘routine’ started happening, but, logan’s fucking you. you’ve even lost track of how or when, but you’re in the back of his RV and he’s absolutely ravaging your body against the mattress as he has you on all fours — large hand snaking to your throat and further up until two of his thick fingers pressed against your parted, moaning lips — sliding them in effortlessly. “atta fucking girl, that’s it..” he grunted, his other hand still on your hip, keeping it in place as he keeps on pounding into your sweet pussy from behind, over and over, hitting that bundle of nerves deep inside you that made you moan even more around his fingers in your mouth, slicking them up with your slobber and drool — his dick dumbing you completely.

“fuckin’ knew you would be good, since the moment i saw ya,” he would huff; now wet, spit slick fingers leaving your drooling mouth as that same hand grabs your jaw, pressing your cheek against the pillow and making you whimper. “logan.. gonna, gonna cum..” was all you could mumble out, your eyes fluttering back, the only thing you could focus on being the way your walls squeezed around his dick, needing support as that heat conjured up in your lower belly, your hands fisting at the sheets.

the same way they would fist and tangle in his messy hair as he would go down on you. it would be late at night, still way past closing hour — you were supposed to have the whole bar cleaned and closed hours ago but logan did a good job of distracting you of that as he sat you on the bar table (which, mind you, you had just got done cleaning, but you would yell at him for that later—) and started spreading your thighs apart for him, wasting no time in going to lick and eat at your sopping heat. “fuck,” you breathed, heels digging into his back as his tongue started teasing your entrance mercilessly, nose nudging your clit, his senses full of your needy smell as his tongue collected the sweet arousal that leaked from your entrance. “best fuckin’ thing i ever tasted, princess.” he would pull away just to growl against your thigh, littering kisses over there before making his way back to your cunt, placing sloppy kisses there too and to your aching clit; before he went to suck on the soft bud, your head turning fuzzy again as the warm feeling consumed you.

the same warm feeling that would consume you as he would have you in his lap, back pressed against him, head tilted back against his shoulder as his two of his roughed up fingers filled up your tight heat, working them inside it — making you squirm and gasp in his lap. you were always so sensitive when it came to those big hands playing with your little heat, making you whine and scratch at his arm, feeling the muscles flex each time his fingers pumped in and out of you. “logan,” your voice would come out in no more than a choked sob, as he was starting to drag out a third orgasm out of you already, just from his hands. “yeah, what is it baby? gonna cum for me, from my fingers?” he would chuckle, finding it absolutely ridiculous how much of a mess you could be reduced to with just his touch. your thighs were starting to tremble and threatened to close, the pressure being too much, overstimulating your little body against him — but his free hand rested on your thigh firmly and didn’t let you move, all you could do was nod and let out your choked moans that went right to logan’s aching cock in his jeans, but he would take care of that later.

later, being when you would get on your knees for him in the bar’s seedy bathroom, looking up at logan expectantly as he would fumble with his belt to quickly reach the buttons of his jeans and tug them down — his length hard and throbbing, heavy as you took it into your hand hesitantly to rub the bead of precum leaking from the flushed tip, but logan’s hands grabbed at your wrist harshly and pushed them away. he seemed on edge. “no, none of that. i only got a couple minutes here, so hurry up—“ he would grumble, making you huff softly in reply. it’s not that you hated quickies with him like this, but, he would always be on edge and rough, just overall harsher. but you knew he had a match in just a few minutes, and you didn’t want to add onto his stress. you just wanted to help. hesitantly leaning in to press a gentle, warming up kiss to the head of his cock, you took it into your mouth, feeling the weight on your tongue as you slowly started to take more in; logan’s low moans and praises encouraging you to do more. “fuck, yeah. just like that, baby. so good..” he would groan, a hand reaching up to run through your soft hair, grabbing a grip on it to gently start and push it down more — wanting you to take more of his cock down your pretty throat. the signal was pretty clear to you, and so you doubled your efforts, pulling away just a moment to catch your breath and stealing a quick glance up at logan for approval through your already glazed eyes, before moving back down onto his cock. your mouth was stuffed full before as you reached half of it, but you still managed to push the last few inches into your soft throat, making logan’s grip tighten in your hair. “goddamn it, princess.” he would hiss, head tilting back against the hard, cold tile wall as he let you work your mouth on him, pubic hair pressed up against your nose, the scent around you being him and only him, along with the noises in the bathroom — his suppressed moans and groans, as he gripped at your hair so much it eventually made you start to whimper. “makin’ a mess, droolin’ all over my cock..” he would grunt, using his grip on your hair to pull you off him as he rubbed his messy tip against your cheek. “gonna let me paint that messy face with my cum?”

and you nodded. like you always did. you were weak for the man.

[linklethehistorian]

Hi — OP here. I wanted to highlight some of the tags that I thought were worth showing from y’all insightful folks (especially those in other countries) who have been reblogging:

Also, since I’m getting a few people reblogging and/or commenting like I’m fearmongering and saying the situation is already doomed:

This was NOT my intent. I am well aware of everything that’s required for this to get passed. I’m well aware it’s a slim shot of it happening. This does not make it a non-threat. Listen to the voices around you — even those who do not live in this country. Listen to them, and take heed of their warnings. They know this situation by heart, from experience. They’ve seen it all before.

Listen to the people who know their history, who know history in general of situations that were similar. They speak the truth.

Me telling you that this will not be the end was not fearmongering and it was not an attempt to be demoralizing and it was not treating the situation like, or implying it was, an inescapable Armageddon. I know it sounds terrifying, but that’s because it is. And people need to see that. They need to think about it. They need to know what is at stake in the event this passes, however unlikely those odds may or may not be.

It was a warning. A call to action. A “unless we both as a country and as individuals act to stop it here and now, this will happen.”

The reason why I did not bring up the odds is largely because I was in a hurry to get this out, because I wanted to alert people as soon as I could. Because this it’s important. As I have said previously, this post was made very early in to this becoming public knowledge. There weren’t many places talking about it yet and I wanted to do so before people started flooding in with the dangerous, downplaying “don’t worry, it’s a 0% chance” rhetoric that would convince people it wasn’t worth acting against and that they didn’t have to do anything, because they’d think they could trust it would all just be okay.

And you should never just trust that it will all be okay, if there’s something you can do to help ensure that. The odds of the situation are ultimately entirely irrelevant when it comes to the necessity to act. You should always treat situations like this like if you don’t act, no one will.

As I have said in another post, while it’s understandable people want to comfort themselves, there is no such thing as a 0% chance, and there is also no such thing as slim odds unless you act in every way you can to ensure the odds are, in fact, as slim as you believe and hope them to be, and spreading anything along those lines is to play an extremely dangerous game that only helps your enemy.

We are not omniscient. We cannot read the hearts and minds of each individual member of congress and head of state and know in an instant how they feel, nor can we see the future. Betting on odds to save your life and your fate and the lives and fates of everyone you know and love when you could be doing something to at least help those odds is a fool’s game.

Do your research. Know your odds, if it helps to comfort you. Check out the links the kind people in the reblogs and comments have sent or offered you and listen to those around you.

But don’t ever assume that you don’t have to act. Especially on important matters like this.

Yes, part of the reason this bill got passed may have been a distraction tactic to get you to look the other way from other things going on; HOWEVER, THIS DOES NOT MAKE IT ANY LESS DANGEROUS OR A NON-THREAT.

Multiple things can be a threat at once. Something can be both a distraction and a serious attempt to alter the course of the American future. You can care about multiple things at once. You don’t have to choose. But if you do choose only a few, certainly don’t choose to ignore the amendment that could permanently alter how America runs and allow this man — or people like him — to have a grip over this country for 12 years each, and pave the way for lifelong dictatorships.

Thanks for your time and all the reblogs that help made this post spread. My blog is not super popular, so I never could’ve dreamed this would fly away like it has, but I’m so happy that it was something important like this that took off.

I love you all. We’re in this together. Protect your country in any way you can. Be safe. There is hope, but it’s hope we need to help carve out by our own hands. Not hope we put blindly into the hands of others.

Source

Transcript:

“BREAKING: A constitutional amendment has been filed allowing President Trump to seek a 3rd term in office.

"No person shall be elected to the office of the President more than three times, nor be elected to any additional term after being elected to two consecutive terms, and no person who has held the office of President, or acted as President, for more than two years of a term to which some other person was elected President shall be elected to the office of the President more than twice."

It was filed by Congressman Andy Ogles (R-TN).

Don’t let this slip by unnoticed. This is not just “one extra term”, it’s a warning shot. It’s a red flag. It’s an omen.

They are slowly turning up the heat in the pan. Do not be the frog who sits denying it’s getting hotter.

One extra term will become two, two will become three, and three will eventually give way to lifelong reign of each president.

Fight. Fight for God’s sake.

Contact your local representative of congress. Convince them we do not want this.

We are going to end up in a dictatorship.

@ikiyou

Please help spread this. I don’t usually get political and I don’t usually ask for assistance but this is important and you have more reach.

[imsofreakingtired]

Sevika x mascfem!reader headcanons 💙

(haven't seen anything like this on tumblr before so i needed to be the change i wished to see in the world 😔)

ANYONE WHO KNOWS THIS ARTIST'S ACC PLS LMK SO I CAN TAG THEM

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spotting her at the gym only to get distracted by her thighs

(and she in turn getting distracted by your abs)

thrifting together, she has a hawk eye for exactly the type of oversized band t shirts you like

her being confused as hell by your skincare products (she uses a 3-in-1 but her skin is fucking flawless)

"why is this shampoo in a petri dish" "sevika my love. those are moisture pads"

her making fun of how short you are but following you around in bookstores in case there's a book on a top shelf you want

you making fun of the way she always hits her head on low hanging stuff (you kiss it better after)

listening to her nerd out over some car mechanic thing (you dont know what the fuck the difference is between a straight and inline engine cylinder but at this point you're too afraid to ask)

her listening to you rant about the gay subtext of the classic novel you're reading (she tried to read it but got bored by the monologues of "a pathetic straight white man")

begging her to try on one of your baseball caps with some shit like "MILF" printed on the front (acts like she's annoyed but you saw her smirking at herself in the mirror) (baby knows she's finee)

walking in the park together and she swings you on her arm like a baby monkey

the foyer is just a mess of doc martens and converse (yours) and her timberlands boots

sevika gay panicking over you on the days you decide to put on lip gloss

"do we have to go out? with you looking like that?" "i know sevi, try to control yourself"

and then you absolutely losing it on the days she wears a tux

"call me a bond girl the way i-" "no."

watching gay shows like Killing Eve and yelling at the tv together like dads during a football game

(neither of you know how the show ends because you started making out in the middle of it and one thing leads to another and,,,)

sevika running her fingers through your long hair after a shower (she says it relaxes her)

you tousling her short hair like she's a puppy (you are the only person she allows to do this)

beer cans and monster energy drinks in the fridge

she can cook like a 3 star michelin chef, you can make successful fried eggs on a good day

"baby, just sit down and let me do it" "i swear i didn't burn it last time!"

sevika picking you up and tossing you over her shoulder to carry you to bed when you're exhausted from working late

"i need to finish this in three days-" "will you finish it? because it looks like it's finishing you"

sevika losing a bet and having to let you put eyeliner on her (jokes on you, the second you see her in eyeliner you're a gay puddle on the floor)

(wheezing) "babe get up" "HGNNNGGGHH NOOOO what have i DONE" (still dying from laughter) "whats wrong with you" "you're too hOTTTTTT!!!!!!"

you being sevika's impulse control on her endless woodworking ambitions

"you are not building a raft in our living room!" "you say that now, but what if there's a flood and we could be the only ones safely out while everyone else is waiting to be evacuated."

sevika wearing your hoodies and you taking pictures because it's fucking adorable how small they look on her

watching something sad and comforting her when you hear her sniffling (she swore she never cries at movies)

cackling together outside the supermarket after the cashier lady calls sevika your husband

she keeps getting cuts on her hand that she doesn't feel and never remembers how she got them but she likes how you fuss over her and bandage her fingers

she is endlessly confused by your jorts

"why can't it be jeans or shorts?? like pick one" "yk you like how i look in them mama" "..."

also is confused by why you Need to wear Only Flannels during the first week of October but she's supportive <3

grumbles that she misses your hair after you get a wolf cut but then you catch her staring at you when she thinks you're not looking with the softest most lovesick puppy dog look on her face

sevika making rings and necklaces for you out of scrap metal but she hates making a big deal out of giving gifts so she just leaves them at random places where she knows you'll see them

you ask her about them ("sevi did you make this??") and she'll quickly be like "no idk where the hell that came from" and then not a minute later she'll be like "...do you like it?"

yea......sevika x mascfem reader.....

[yungistiny]

camgirl ═ chapter two

[ S. Mingi ]

chapter two: spike

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summary: mingi just really needs some cash and he was told all he had to do was hold a camera. simple enough. he just didn’t anticipate the type of content he’d be helping to create

warning: emo mingi, stoner mingi, switch mingi, switch reader, mingi is hung, creampie, unprotected sex, choking, spanking, masturbation, rough sex, degradation, size kink, spitting, deep throating

pairing: mingi x afab/reader

genre: smut, angst, drama, romance

word count: 3.5K

chapter one

chapter three coming soon

masterlist

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Mingi was sat in the cushioned and actually really fucking comfortable pink computer chair as y/n grabbed everything she needed for this particular livestream. His eyes never left her, taking in the toys she sat on her bed, the two white towels she went and grabbed from the bathroom.

He never looked away from her until his phone alerted him of a new message. Mingi was tempted to ignore it but grabbed his phone from his pocket, unlocking it and rolling his eyes at the name that stared back at him.

woo: are you with y/n??

mangi: I’m gonna kill you

woo: please you love me right now

mangi: 🖕

woo: 😣

woo: I got a bet with y/n on how long you’ll last 😌

mangi: how much?

woo: just $100

woo: she thinks you won’t make it before the first orgasm but I bet her you’ll go all the way hard and all 🫡

Mingi looked back at y/n as she pulled her thick pink comforter blanket off the bed, folding it and placing it on small pink cushioned stool she moved from the end of her bed to the side.

She thought he wouldn’t last?

Y/N turned around, why was she suddenly nervous under Mingi’s gaze? She’s literally had thousands of strangers watch her get herself off but the dark heat in her new cameraman’s eyes flustered her. “You ready?”

Mingi removed his glasses, sitting them on her desk behind him as he stood, grabbing the camera back up and turning it on. He connected to the streaming site she had showed him, ready to go live on her signal with already over 300 viewers waiting for it to start.

“When I give you this signal,” y/n gave him a come here movement with her index finger, the almond shaped black nail, a stark contrast to the pink, much like Mingi himself, very tempting. “zoom in, or if I use my middle finger that way, change the angle a bit.”

Mingi darted his pierced tongue out, distracting y/n a brief moment as he wetted his lips. “Got it.” His voice was almost unrecognizable from how deep it had gotten and y/n had to pretend like it wasn’t him the cause of the arousal slick wetting her underwear.

“Just a second..” She sat atop her bed, legs crisscrossed and Mingi briefly caught the glimpse of the wetness soaking through her pink Calvin Kleins. He bit his lip to keep from smirking. “Ok, start it.” Y/N looked so innocent with her hands placed in her lap and all the pink and fuck Mingi wanted to ruin her and he didn’t care how many watched.

The second they went live, Mingi had to get a hold of himself because he knows she was looking into the camera but the smirk she sent directly towards it, towards him, he could already feel his dick twitch.

He watched her read comments that viewers were leaving from the stream on her phone, she did that for a few minutes before sitting the phone down and pulling herself up onto her knees.

Mingi followed her movements, zooming in as she reached for the pink silicon dildo she had decided to get out for this stream. It wasn’t big but it also wasn’t too small and he briefly wondered if she could take him? One thing Mingi would always be cocky about is having a big dick.

And he was certainly bigger than the dildos and vibrators he’d seen in her cabinet.

Mingi glanced back towards the computer monitor where the livestream was also being displayed, the views already growing over a thousand quickly, the chat and comments section spammed by all the horny anonymous fans and viewers.

“I feel like today you all deserve to be teased.” Her voice was so dominant when she said it, so sultry and hot that Mingi knew this was gonna be a difficult situation to keep his cool. Though he had no control over his dick getting hard. “I have a new cameraman….” Her lustfull gaze stared right at him, smirk growing as the viewers spammed even more comments at the mention of Mingi being there too. “and I want to see how long he can last.”

Fuck. Mingi clenched his jaw and followed her with the camera as she slowly removed her shirt, a pink lace bra kept her breast hidden still but Mingi was already hard as hell and he didn’t care if she noticed the prominent bulge in his baggy jeans or not.

Y/N reached for the small pink vibrator, something she always used during her streams, it connecting with the streaming site so viewers who paid a little extra could control the settings however they wanted. She held it by the long little tail, never breaking eye contact with Mingi. “What do you all think…” she bit her lip, looking directly into the camera. “should I play with him?” She giggled, feigning innocence. “Maybe next time?”

Next time? What the fuck did she mean play with him? Mingi watched her pull her Calvin Kleins off, feeling as if he were being tortured as she gave him the signal to zoom into her naked, bare, soaking wet cunt. He had to bite back a deep moan at the sight of her leaning back, spreading her legs open and pushing the small pink vibrator inside of her, the little pink tail the only part left visible.

It took everything in him for Mingi to not just join her in the livestream right then and there at the sound of the moan that left her.

“Spike..” it took Mingi a long moment to realize y/n was talking to him, masking his real name with a false one that had him curious as to why Spike? He didn’t speak, looking at her with an arched brow. “Get on your knees.”

What? Mingi furrowed his brows together as y/n gave him a commanding stare. “Now.”

Fuck.

Did she act like this with the others? Did she do this to Wooyoung? Mingi steadied the camera, kneeling to one knee first then the other, never breaking eye contact with y/n as he went. “Come here.” She gave him that come here movement with her finger but it was certainly not a signal to zoom in.

Mingi slid across the carpeted floor, his jeans snagging slightly before he stopped right directly in front of y/n at the foot of her bed.

“Do you want to help me?” She held a teasing tone but her question was meant to ask for his consent and Mingi was nodding so quickly he almost gave himself a head rush.

Mingi was sure this wasn’t part of the actual job but shit, at this point he’d work for free. “Show me your hand.” Y/N bit her lip as he held up his free hand to her, his right hand that had a chunky metal ring on the index, middle finger and thumb. And fuck they were long.

“Go ahead,” She smiled sweetly down at him and Mingi was so hard, almost achingly so, as he glanced down towards her aching cunt right in front of him. “while I see what our viewers are saying.” Y/N picked her phone up to start scrolling and occasionally reading out comments.

Mingi looked at the camera in his other hand and frowned for a second before reaching his long arm out to place the camera on top of the blanket on the little cushioned pink stool.

“Fuck…” Y/N gasped, eyes wide as Mingi dived in, tongue already flat against her clit, his piercing a new sensation she had never experienced before as it added an extra little tickling sensation that was causing that familiar tightness and heat to pool in her lower abdomen.

Mingi didn’t give a shit who saw him. Who was witnessing him eat her like a starved man. Because it was him having her suddenly a moaning mess. He was practically growling into her as he tasted everything he could. And fuck he was already becoming completely pussy drunk.

Y/N threaded a hand into his hair, grinding herself against him, the camera angled just perfectly on them. The views grew, the comments spammed madly, all demanding more of Spike.

“Mi…. Spike…” y/n felt her legs wrap around him, shaking slightly as he sucked her clit into his mouth, reaching a hand up as multiple donations came through sending the little pink vibrator on a constant high as Mingi grasped the tail, thrusting it into her deeper, pulling it back out only to do it again.

“I’m… fuck…” y/n couldn’t even form anything remotely coherent, her walls clenching around the vibrator and an actual scream leaving her, mumbling into a whimpering moan as she came the second Mingi thrusted the vibrator against her g spot.

Mingi pulled his head back, smirking when he snatched the vibrator from her, y/n gripping his hair hard as she rode out her orgasm.

But he wasn’t done and y/n certainly wasn’t reading comments as Mingi stood up, flipping her over and pulling her up against him, back to his chest as Mingi lifted her, facing them directly towards the camera.

Mingi kept most his face hidden in the crook of her neck, one sharp eye gazing into the camera as he spoke. “I’m not done helping you yet.”

Y/N knew fucked dumb already because the livestream was the last thing on her mind when Mingi’s arm wrapped around her and his hand cupped her before sinking two of his long thick fingers into her, curving them and poking at that spongey spot that had her moaning again, head thrown back against his chest and whimpering when she felt his thumb start rubbing at her slightly overstimulated clit.

Was she fucking crying? She knew she was being loud because she could hear herself though it sounded as if she were hearing under water.

And then she was coming again, definitely whimpering and crying from the high of it as Mingi fucked her through it with his fingers. Y/N gripping at his arm wrapped around her, nails digging into him as she shook and started squirting on her carpeted floor and all over Mingi’s hand, some of it even spraying the camera lens.

And now she owed Wooyoung money but she didn’t care because it had been a while since anyone else made her come and having Mingi have her like that in front of who knows how many viewers had y/n on an adrenaline high.

She’d never had anyone else with her like that during a stream. Y/N didn’t really think Mingi would do anything when she teased him but now she could kiss Wooyoung for sending him to her.

Mingi waited until she relaxed in his hold, sitting her back down on the edge of her bed as he walked over to pick the camera back up, sucking his fingers clean and snatching one of the towels y/n had gotten in case of a mess to wipe the lens off.

Y/N looked into the camera, the stream letting everyone see her dazed and fucked out expression and Mingi was smirking, his tongue poking out as he waited for her to continue.

He looked back at the computer and his eyes widened at the views. Over 5000 and counting. 5000 people just watched him make a mess of y/n and he briefly wondered if anyone he knew was watching too….

Y/N reached for her forgotten phone where it lay beside the little pink vibrator Mingi pulled out of her.

The views were a new high for her, the comments begging for more of Mingi, or Spike. Donations were plenty and y/n knew then that Mingi was about to become a permanent fixture in her streams.

Mingi was surprised and shockingly a little disappointed when y/n ended the stream after promising everyone that Spike would be back.

“Well,” Y/N grabbed one of the towels wiping herself dry before pulling her Calvin Kleins back on, followed by her shirt. “they love you.”

Mingi sat the camera back on the desk, grabbing his glasses. “I didn’t like….” He pushed the black rimmed frames back up the bridge of his nose. “overstep anything, did I?” He had certainly got blindsided by lust for a moment.

“No.” Y/N was swiping away at her phone, pulling up her contacts. “Took me off guard a little though.” She smiled at him and Mingi felt his heart flutter. What the fuck was that?

“What’s your number?”

They exchanged numbers and y/n also sent him his payment to his account.

“I’m doing another stream Friday,” Mingi followed behind her back downstairs, the city life now dark out. “same time, get here a little early though.” Y/N watched him slip his combat boots back on.

“Also….” She bit her bottom lip, pulling it between her teeth. “what do you think about a blowjob next time?” Her gaze lingered down to the prominent bulge in his jeans.

Her question had Mingi freeze with his hand on the doorknob. “What?” She wanted to give him head? She wanted to take him right in front of everyone? “You sure you want everyone to see how much of a mess I’ll make you?”

Mingi grinned at her, opening the door, biting back a smirk at the way y/n stood speechless behind him.

“See you Friday.”

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It was getting colder out, his long sleeved shirt not doing much for Mingi against the chilly night wind as he stared down at the atm receipt in his hand.

With the money his mom sent him and what he had just made from helping y/n, 1.2 million won sat in his account. Mingi grinned, the broody and moping mood he had been in now gone. He sent his mom back the money she had given him earlier that day and went to his weed man’s contact.

Johnny Suh had been Mingi’s dealer since freshman year of college. He lived only a couple of blocks from Mingi’s own apartment building. He had just gotten back to his side of the city after leaving y/n and really needed a blunt. He had smoked all his stash earlier.

Johnny let the call ring four times before he answered it. “Well, well, well…” he sounded amused, a bit teasing. “I’m assuming you’re coming over? How much?”

Mingi told him what he needed, ending the call and shoved his phone into his pocket and starting the walk over, just passing the convenience store Wooyoung worked at, gasping when someone snatched him pulling him inside.

“What the fuck?” Mingi glared at Wooyoung as he turned the stores open sign off, staring at Mingi in shock. “I should be asking you that!”

Wooyoung was grinning crazy at him, giggling. “That was the best stream y/n has ever done!”

“You watched it?” Mingi shoved Wooyoung off of him. “Of course I did! I had to make sure I won the bet.” He smirked at Mingi, loving the fact he had been right. He knew if there was one person that could match y/n freak, it would certainly be Song Mingi.

“You were the one that said I’d be perfect for the job.” Mingi was giving him that crooked grin of his, Wooyoung eyeing his hand as Mingi fixed his glasses. The same hand and fingers that deliciously had y/n fucked out only a little time ago.

“Are you going back?” Wooyoung saw the way y/n gaze had watched Mingi in the stream, saw the want and need in her eyes. “Friday.” Mingi answered, moving past Wooyoung to grab some munchie food for later while he was there.

“Y/N never let anyone join her before like that.” Wooyoung followed him around the store as Mingi picked up numerous ramen, some chips and a few sodas. “She usually puts a rule down beforehand.”

Mingi dropped all his stuff down on the counter, Wooyoung going back behind it to ring everything up. “Not once?” Now Mingi was curious, why was he the exception?

“Nope.” Wooyoung smirked as Mingi pulled his phone back out to tap to pay. “Well, I still have a hard on and I need to go pick up my weed…” it was true too. His bulge was no longer prominent after the taxi ride back but it was certainly still aching and all Mingi wanted right now was a blunt and a cold shower.

“Ok, ok,” Wooyoung was done messing with him, turning the open sign back on. “but don’t I at least get a thank you?”

Mingi flipped him off on his way out, grinning the entire time as he gripped the shopping bag with all his snacks inside.

Wooyoung pouted, feigning hurt.

“Rude.”

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“Well,” Johnny opened his apartment door, grinning at Mingi. “if it isn’t Spike!”

Mingi’s eyes widened when the name registered. “You watched it too?” Wooyoung was enough but Johnny too? They were never gonna stop pestering him about it. How many more of his friends were fans of y/n?

“I’d recognize your ass anywhere, Spike.” Johnny smirked at him as he let Mingi inside where Johnny’s best friend and roommate, Jaehyun, was sitting on the couch, bong in hand, smoke blowing from his mouth and coughing a little.

“Aye,” Jaehyun grinned at Mingi and Mingi already knew he saw it too. “Spike!”

Johnny laughed as he grabbed Mingi’s baggy, the weed concealed inside a solid neon green ziplock. “Jaehyun tried it once, didn’t last ten minutes.”

“Hey!” Jaehyun glared at Johnny. So Jaehyun had tried to help y/n before? Mingi assumed with Johnny being Wooyoung’s dealer too, that his friend must of been the one to send him. “It’s not my fault she’s hot!”

Mingi played with his tongue piercing, contemplating. Jaehyun was a very attractive guy with a voice to match so again, why was Mingi the exception for y/n to let him join her?

“So everyone knows it was me?” Mingi really didn’t care, something in him awakening and loving that y/n only let him join her. Loved that everyone knew how good he could get her off. How much of a mess he could make her.

“You’re the only 6ft emo we know with pink hair.” Johnny snorted as he sat down beside Jaehyun, grabbing the bong and repacking the bowl. “And you weren’t exactly discreet.”

Mingi stayed at Johnny’s long enough for Jaehyun to interrogate him on how he got y/n to let him join only to answer him with a shrug every time as he got in a few hits from the bong before shoving his bag of weed into the waistband of his underwear and leaving.

San was watching a cooking video on tiktok when Mingi got home, standing in the kitchen with a bowl of something red that Mingi did not want to know what it was. San was a horrible cook. Byeol hopped onto the kitchen counter, sniffing the red substance in the mixing bowl before hissing and jumping back down.

“What the hell are you cooking?” Mingi reached down to pat Byeol as she rubbed against his leg, sniffing him. “I’m trying to make kimchi.” San didn’t remove his gaze from his phone. Mingi snorted. “Good luck with that.” He went to his room, dropping his bag of snacks onto his bed before walking across the hall to the bathroom.

His shower started out cold, Mingi slowly easing it to warm after his hard on had subsided but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get y/n out of his head. Her moans. Her scent. Everything was invading him and refusing to leave him alone.

The shower head poured over him, steam enveloping the bathroom as Mingi gripped himself in his hand, closing his eyes and picturing y/n on her knees in those little knee high socks. It was only Tuesday and he wouldn’t see her again until Friday.

Mingi slowly started to stroke himself, his imagination giving him the perfect image of what he wanted Friday. Y/N had practically asked if she could give him head and he was certainly not going to deny her.

“Fuck…” he bit his bottom lip as his strokes grew faster, pants leaving him as he could only imagine how heavy he’d feel on her tongue. Ached to see how far she could take him. How long she could go while he fucked her mouth, make her gag and become a complete ruined mess.

He came just as San knocked on the door saying he was ordering Chinese instead after giving up on his attempt at kimchi.

Mingi couldn’t care less.

He just needed it to hurry up and be Friday already.

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permanent tag list: @straycat420 @dejatiny @ultrapinkvoidbouquet @hannahlilibet411

[sleepyeepyp3rson]

wwe/pro fighters!141 x announcer!reader (pt 2.)

Two losses in a row, a broken arm, and a complete disruption of the script. Add it all up, and it's trouble for you. So much so that your boss, Shepherd, called you into his office and told you to fix it. Or else. Not ominous at all.

an: oh yeah buddy pt 2. tried to do a pov switch (?) hope it isnt too confusing lmao. tried to keep reader as gender neutral as possible. dee vs accents, dee vs giving the reader a nickname

tw: nothing much, tagging these just to be safe. reader is told to "cover up more" and be less of a distraction, soap is a clingy, overenthusiastic little guy, reader briefly wants to kill their boss

(masterlist, 1)

"Four against three. One with a broken arm. Tell me how, in less than two matches, a team with a perfect track record loses twice and completely disrupts the script?"

You start, but Shepherd interrupts you. "They got distracted, that's how." He stands and starts pacing, looming over you. "The 141 boys were supposed to win last night. That's the script, that's why we did the promo the way we did it. And they, pro wrestlers with years of experience, got distracted."

He slams his hand down on the desk.

"Fix it." A finger in your face. "I don't care how! Cover up more, talk less, I don't care. Fix it!"

And like that, you're dismissed. Left standing outside his office door like some puppy. You want to march right back in there and slam his stupid, deformed pug-looking face right into his desk. But you can't. You need this job. It's your dream and your only source of income.

So you go home, and you stare into the mirror for a good ten minutes.

Okay. Just... talk less. Easy. You can shut up, you can stop talking. Not like you're the only announcer anyway, you have your coworkers. But how would that even work? You're an announcer. You announce things! Are you just supposed to not do your job? Does Shepherd not know why he hired you? Is he not the one signing the checks?

You settle for wearing a turtleneck the next day.

Pulling into the parking lot is no problem, neither is passing through security and going backstage, but the second you pass the men's locker room on the way to your booth, you're stopped.

"Aye, bonnie!" An arm makes its way over your shoulders, and turning your head, you see a familiar sharp grin.

"Soap." You shrug him off. Usually, it's fine, just him being touchy as normal, but you were told to sort out the distraction problem, to take up less space in the company, so you need to do that.

A flash of hurt passes over his face, and it stabs at your heart. "You can call me Johnny-" You shake your head. You did, before the whole almost losing your job thing.

You walk away before he can pull out the puppy eyes.

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"Somethin''s up with our announcer."

Gaz pokes his head up at that. "Sunshine?" At Soap's nod, he curses and stops his stretches. Ghost looks up too, eyes narrowed, always watching.

"Knew something was off when I saw the turtleneck. Never worn one of 'em before." He huffs, looking at the little TV they have in the room to see what's going on. "I mean, steamin' Jesus. Thing swallows 'em. Like I'm watching a live show of a nunnery."

"Somethin' wrong?" Price chooses that moment to look up from his cigar and actually pay attention to the conversation.

"Aye. Sunshine's a bit too quiet, ye ken?"

Price hums, running a hand over his face and beard. "A bit concerning. Not like 'em to be quiet for so long. Someone say something?"

Gaz and Soap look at each other, clearly not considering that option, then back at the TV.

"Maybe we should look into it." Ghost speaks up for the first time, voice a low mix of a whisper and grumble as he fixes a few stray stitches in his costume. "Saw 'em leave Shepherds office yesterday. Could pay 'im a little visit."

Price stands, groaning and rubbing a hand on his lower back. He really needs to use those ice packs his PT gave him. "I'll go. Stay low for now, prep for that interview."

A chorus of "Aye, Cap" rings out, and Price exits the locker room.

Soap waits for a few seconds before he rises, and is immediately tugged right back down by Ghost. A dog on a leash, he is. "Don't you even think about it, Johnny. You give 'im enough of a headache."

He grumbles, but he slumps down in his seat, eyeing the TV. Eyeing you. (And that stupid turtleneck.)

[respectthepetty]

Blue Boy Faifa is the gift that keeps giving in episode fourteen of Perfect 10 Liners because I don't think he is even aware of how flirtatious he comes across ("I'm trying to get you to tell me your name"), yet he leaves the door unlocked for his brother to comfort his future brother-in-law even though he is pissed at Yotha. Once he realizes he wants Wine's attention, he is going to make the best boyfriend!

But Faifa and Wine might need Tawan's help to get there first.

Because he is the love guru whose spidey sense tells him when the color-coded gays are in love.

Tawan got these two opposites together!

And now red is publicly written over Yellow Yal Arm's heart for his Red Rascal Arc.

So now that Black Brooder Yotha is lighter because of Green Guy Gun, this could be them too!

Yotha already put a ring set square bracelet that is reserved for partners on it.

So Gun has permanent real estate on Cloud 9 much to the dismay of his barking Blue Boy besties when Kong seems to have a poly agenda, but Faifa's "Gentleness Shows Strength" shirt is really speaking to who he is as a character.

Because Faifa is still leaving that door open, so his brother and brother-in-law can continue whatever intricate queer ritual Yotha is committed to rather than just realizing he is IN LOVE!

Doesn't mean he isn't judging them when the morning comes.

It must be a Blue Boy thing because Kong is also judging Faifa for being "too friendly" with everyone and their mom, which is only building up more evidence to be *the* problem in the final story of Faifa x WIne.

But as long as these two color-coded boys in love can keep playing the daisy "he loves me… he loves me not" game who cares about some judgy friends.

Because Arm certainly doesn't care that his besties Green Guy Po and Blue Boy Sand are always judging him for being needy and clingy.

But Yotha also has to deal with his brothers and Neutral Newton is anything but neutral.

He is quick to throw Yotha under the bus about his love life, but I'm hoping this dad joins the elite squad of parents with THREE gay sons since Green Guy Po is out there looking for a boo while Newton is sitting there minding other people's business. Make it happen. Amen.

But now I have to see the exact moment Warit ripped Yotha's heart out and stomped on it. I get the reason, but I also get why Yotha is still so hurt by it. Yotha can't trust himself or what it is feeling because what he thought was love was a lie.

Also, Warit has a type, and it's damaged Black Brooder. Look at the pink light hit as they kiss instead of actually discuss their issues!

They are lucky they are beautiful because they are toxic af.

But I'm distracted by Gun, the light of Yotha's life, making a mistake of planning a weekend visit to his family with Yotha without actually speaking to Yotha first. Babe, your man has trust issues. You cannot spring this on him and expect a good response!

Not even Faifa being the one light thing in Yotha's dark room can coax this Black Brooder into trusting his heart again.

Now the usually happy and chill Green Guy Gun has to convince his color-coded buddies that he isn't in pain because Yotha is being distant at the mere suggestion that he wants something more real, yet nobody is convinced. Not at all. Not even a little.

Yotha is soooo light around Gun, but he is so scared to mess this up that he just keeps hurting Gun, and Gun just keeps smiling through it. They are practically wearing the same color, and I'm in a glass cage of emotions.

And Faifa can't really help either one of them through this because he sacrifices so much of himself for others that he ends up the only one suffering each time. Wine, as another Blue Boy, please be gentle with your future Blue Boyfriend. He will literally die if you don't help him.

Because he and his brothers are so traumatized that Yotha thought it was okay to tell Gun that he should leave him if he found someone to love him better, so now he is sitting outside a bathroom in a light shirt but a dark hallway,

While the light of his life is crying inside of it!

AND NOW THE DOOR IS LOCKED AT NIGHT!

BECAUSE GUN HAS LOCKED HIS HEART AWAY FROM THE DARKNESS! NOOOO!

And now Yotha is taking out the tie that has his birthday on it after imagining Gun back in his room. I'm on the floor. I'm crying into the tie. I'm using it like a Puffs Plus with Lotion, and I'm unwell about it!

No. Gun! Don't do that! Don't show that it hurts when Yotha touches you. Don't do that to my heart when you are basically wearing black because you love him. DON'T HURT ME LIKE THIS!

YES!!!! KISS! MAKE UP! BE BRAVE! BE HAPPY! BE LIGHT!

BE IN LOVE!

[saeslove]

🕸️ 019 . lights and shadows

synopsis haunted by michael kaiser's sudden disappearance, you find unexpected comfort in spider-man's late-night visit. unbeknownst to you, the man behind the mask is kaiser, torn between his heroic persona and the broken man he's afraid to reveal. wc 868

even surrounded by your friends, the ones who always knew how to bring a smile to your face and their presence a comforting reminder of how loved you were, your mind still wandered. when the night grew quieter and the distractions faded, there he was and his words lingering in the corners of your thoughts.

you couldn’t make sense of it. his sudden disappearance left a knot in your chest, tangled with frustration and confusion. why had he ghosted you after opening up that night? after letting you see a side of him he usually kept hidden?

yet despite the unanswered questions and the ache of his absence, you couldn’t help clinging to the memory of his gaze, the way it softened, as if he wanted to say more. as if he was fighting an invisible battle you couldn’t quite understand.

a part of you still hoped. maybe he needed time. maybe he’d find his way back. you sighed, leaning against the balcony as the city lights blurred below. even as doubt crept in, that same soft hope refused to let go.

closing your eyes to collect your thoughts, letting the cool night air brush against your skin. the city hummed faintly in the background, a comforting white noise. just as you began to drift into your thoughts, a sudden thud jolted you upright.

"you know you shouldn’t sleep out here," a familiar muffled voice interrupted, light and teasing.

you turned to see him, perched on the railing beside you, his silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of the streetlights.

“oh,” you exhaled, relaxing slightly. “spider-man, it’s you. what are you doing here?”

he tilted his head slightly, “patrolling the city, of course. you know, keeping everyone safe. are you getting some fresh air again?”

you couldn’t help but smile faintly, “i guess you could say that. needed to clear my head.”

he tilted his head, the lenses of his mask narrowing slightly. “you sure like tempting fate.”

you crossed your arms, already bristling at his tone. “i didn’t realise it was a crime.”

he chuckled, the sound light but laced with amusement. “not a crime, but it’s starting to look like a pattern. first the beach, now here. i’m beginning to think you’re hoping i’ll swing by.”

your scoffed, “don’t flatter yourself. this city doesn’t revolve around you”

“doesn’t it, though?” he quipped, casually perching on the edge of the railing. “i mean, someone’s gotta keep an eye on you.”

you rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched in a reluctant smile. “and here i thought superheroes were supposed to be humble.”

“humble? not really my thing,” he replied, leaning forward slightly, his voice dropping into a playful tone. “but charming? i’ve got that down.”

you raised an eyebrow, “charming? more like insufferable.”

“insufferable, huh?, most people just call me amazing. he gestured dramatically to himself. “amazing spider-man, at your service.”

you laughed despite yourself, shaking your head. “wow, does the mask make you this cocky, or are you always like this?”

“maybe it’s the mask. or maybe i just like to see you smile.” he hopped down from the railing.

you blinked, caught off guard by the unexpected sincerity in his voice. “see me smile?” you couldn’t help but smirk, trying to mask the odd flutter in your chest. “what’s next, spider-man? you gonna start giving me compliments too?”

he chuckled but his voice carried a deeper hint of seriousness. “maybe i just think you deserve to smile more. but hey, don’t worry, i’m not here to complicate things.” his tone shifted back to playful as he backed away, ready to leave. “just thought i’d swing by and remind you that not everything out here is as dangerous as it seems.”

you only watched him, still processing his words, unsure if you should ask more or just let him go. you heard him preparing to leave, but before he swung off into the night, he shot one last, playful glance your way. “stay out of trouble, alright?”

you shook your head, chuckling under your breath. “i’ll try, spider-man. no promises.”

with that, he was gone, leaving you alone once again, but this time, you felt a little lighter.

back at home, kaiser peeled off his mask, his confident, cocky persona fading as he sat in silence. his fingers hovered over his phone, tempted to reach out to you but the weight of his past only held him back. he couldn't bare the risk of dragging you into his mess any longer.

he knew it was unfair, disappearing on you like that but he couldn’t let you see how broken he truly was.

he wasn’t brave enough to face you as michael kaiser. but as spider-man? he felt like he could accomplish anything. it was the only version of himself he was proud of the one who could save people and one who could be something more. michael kaiser, on the other hand, was just a man desperate for love.

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notes from lily ❦⋆ : i wna say f kaiser cause spiderman x y/n but THEN they’re the same people so…

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[ang3lmoans]

There was an abundance it seemed of what was happening in Garam’s mind. Angel could see he was conflicted and turned on. He stayed quiet as he typically did allowing his best friend space to speak. But also Angel was conflicted himself. Seeing the man before him turned on and flustered his imagination ran wild. Those red cheeks would look so good if — Angel scuffed and shook his head attempting to shake the thought out of his head. Everything about Garam turned Angel on. And now that he got taste he was hooked. Hearing the desperation in the others voice was making his lower half twitch. He was showing his excitement and refused to conceal it. Hearing Garam refer to himself as not being a good boy Angel was ready to jump that very second. Instead he licked his lips with his gaze burning a hole through the man. It wasn’t intentional but Garam was driving him wild. “All I’m hearing is that you need to be punished” Angel finally spoke barely above a whisper. He didn’t bat an eye when Garam changed the subject to food. He was ready to eat but it wasn’t pancakes. Even the way he was sitting was driving him insane. How could someone be this cute? However, Garam had a point. Angel had no idea when the police would release Axel. Not wanting to risk his retaliation he knew it was best to get their day going. “While I’m cooking you hop in the shower first.” Angel offered as he moved forward cupping the man’s cheeks. Caressing his cheeks as he looked down into his eyes, “By the way I don’t think you are a sex addict. It’s been a while since someone focused on your pleasure. It’s only natural to want more” he leaned down and kissed Garam. Carefully moving his mouth over Garam’s allowing his tongue to gently push against his lips begging for access. As their tongues massaged together he let out a low moan making sure to savor Garam. Wanting him to think of his kiss all day. After a minute or so the man pulled back and released him, “Shower. Meet me in the kitchen when you are done” Angel climbed up and grabbed his shorts from the floor and slipped them on before he disappeared from the room. He held back but Angel needed to get away from Garam quickly. He couldn’t let on how badly he wanted him. Angel didn’t want to scare off the man with his sex drive. But also was trying to tread lightly not knowing how his body would react going into something like this so quickly. Angel let out a shaky breath as he walked to the kitchen mumbling to his length to go down. “We aren’t ready. Go away” he groaned in a whispered as he tried to focus on breakfast hoping for the best. He began whipping up the pancakes which didn’t thankfully distract his mind enough. Angel also didn’t want Garam to think he was a sex addict either. But their sexual chemistry was undeniable. Add that to their chemistry in general, Garam would have to prey Angel off of him if given the chance. It didn’t take long for the pancakes to be made. He enjoyed cooking for Garam. Taking care of him and making him feel wanted in the apartment was his top priority. Angel took everything Garam said to heart. The last thing he wanted was for his friend to misunderstand his intentions. It seemed Garam was working through some things that Angel didn’t particularly understand. They were best friends and spent so much time together but now he was worried he would smoother him? Or annoy him? He couldn’t help but think about Garam’s shitty ex. All he could think was he really didn’t a number on him. What type of shitty boyfriend would be embarrassed by someone they claim to have feelings for? Angel made a mental note to be mindful of how he treated Garam even in anger. And to watch how he worded things. He really wanted whatever was happening between them to be more than a rebound. As Angel finished the pancakes he placed them on the table and checked his phone as he waited. Multiple text messages and calls from Darius which he chose to ignore. He would handle that cluster fuck another time. Today Angel only wanted to focus on Garam. He sat quietly at the table scrolling through his phone.

it only made sense, to garam at least, that he'd worry about disturbing anybody's peace. he was my boyfriend and i had to worry about annoying him. the words garam thought but didn't dare actually verbalizing. he'd already eluded to axel enough, he didn't want to directly speak of him and risk ruining the air between himself and angel right now. he was also afraid of angel possibly being hurt by the fact that garam was thinking about his ex in a moment like this. "just tell me if whatever i'm doing bothers you." at least if he found out early on, he'd know how not to behave going forward. "and i mean anything. if i snore too much when i'm asleep or if i chew too loud, talk too loud, or breathe too loud." the last one was a habit he only found himself doing when his focus was intense while gaming, something he had to break himself out of since it was commented on a lot pretty early on in his career. but outside of his fanbase, nobody else had found the sound of his breathing to be bothersome. it took him a moment to gather the courage to drop his hands from his face and, when he did, his cheeks were so red. he was beyond just embarrassed, especially after angel continued to question him. everything after good boy essentially went in one ear and out the other without his brain having the chance to process what was said to him. he was only pulled back to reality once the other tugged at his earlobe, a soft moan leaving his lips snaping his attention. then most of angel's words began to register, his brows beginning to furrow as he instantly moved his hands to his lap to provide himself what little coverage his hands could give. "you can't say things like that to me." he whispered, shaking his head. it just wasn't fair, anybody could get garam to do whatever they wanted with the smallest amount of appraisal. even if it wasn't necessarily in a sexual or physical context. his gaze dropped down to his own lap, brows furrowing even more as he grew frustrated with himself for getting turned on by those words; good boy. he really did want to eat breakfast with angel, he wanted to go out shopping together and just spend the day with him. but his body wanted something more than that, more than what was already given to him. garam looked back to up angel, doing all that he could not to look as desperate as felt he was to be touched by the man again. "i don't want you to think i'm some sex addict or anything like that, because i'm-i'm not." but how could anybody believe that when angel had gotten him hard, in some sense, three times now in less than a twenty four hour timeframe. maybe it was because it'd been such a long time since he felt excited for something as simple as physical touch, knowing that there was true emotion behind angel's words and his actions weren't driven by the desire to come by any means. "you've always been so careful with me, you've always gone out of your way to care for me. how am i not supposed to be turned on by you? emotionally—" he felt guilty, knowing that others could see that garam used angel emotionally before he had the chance to realize it, himself, "i'm so sorry for having done this to you. i mean, i'm sure you've had lovers in the mean time but waiting and watching the things i've done, how i've behaved, who i associated with... i'm not a good boy, i shouldn't be rewarded when i've been so bad." he slowly moved his hands away from his lap, letting them fall from his thighs to rest on top of the mattress on each side of his calves; his fingers grasping at the material below them. "we should eat," he blurted out, thinking if he changed the subject quick enough, angel wouldn't have a chance to process what he'd said and respond. "you're hungry and i'm hungry. and-and there's a lot i have to buy and i don't want to be out too late... you know, just in case." the last thing he wanted was to risk running into axel and have their day together ruined.

[rockstarhaechan]

choi jiung keeps sending you voicemails every now and then idol!choi jiung x non!idol fem reader warnings i don’t think there are any genre voicemails i saw @kisseobie say they barely see jiung posts so here i am reporting for duty

“you’re probably at work or asleep since i lost track of the time difference , but man i miss you… getting my makeup done right now, hold on… i need to sneeze..- oh bless me”

“i hate being far away from you, especially over seas but we have our jingle bell performance tonight, i wish you’d be here to see me i miss your pretty face in the crowd, i gotta hang up, i love you and text me when you hear this”

“hey my love, it’s me again. i know i was at your place earlier but i just wanted to let you know that i left you some money on the counter in the kitchen, had to leave for practice and couldn’t get you anything for breakfast, i’m sorry”

“make sure to eat something and drink enough water, we are having dinner all together later and the boys asked me to bring you as well, so i’ll pick you up at six, see you later and i love you, text me if you need anything”

“we won… we won first place at the music showcase. right when we got backstage you were the first person i could think about so i had to call you, even though you’re at work right now. i can’t believe we made it.. after all those years we finally did it..”

“keeho distracted me, i forgot i’m still on the phone.. i-it’s unbelievable i can’t even explain how i feel right now but wow. get ready for a lot of crying later, i love you”

“i can see you from up here, it’s cute seeing you interact with other p1ece, no no don’t look up, stop. yes that’s better, keep talking to them, i’m just gonna watch you from here, you will laugh your ass off when you hear this one”

“actually, do you laugh when you hear most of my voicemails? should i switch to texts instead? jongseob told me that you sometimes wiggle your brows when you listen to my voicemails, you find me that attractive? okay i better stop, ill see you inside”

“come get your boyfriend, he is annoying- taeyang give me my phone back, who are you talking to? oh god you’re done for”

“what did taeyang say? he didn’t say anything bad did he? i’m sorry if he did, i should really send voice messages instead so i can hear what i said or someone specific said. if looks could kill, taeyang would be dead right now. i love you, i’ll pick you up from work later”

“i’m in the mall right now, and i found this super cute tshirt i already bought it for you.. yah, don’t come for me when you see the t-shirt cause it’s so cute, it’s custom made. ‘i love my boyfriend choi jiung’ with a picture of my face”

“i thought you’d perfectly blend in with p1ece at some concerts if you wear that, they wouldn’t suspect a single thing, this has me giggling, okay more like laughing. let me send you a picture of it, okay done”

“i’m such an idiot sometimes, i’ve just send this long voicemail to keeho, took me like 7 minutes to realise that i was speaking on his voicemail instead of yours.. so i’m keeping this one short.”

“i’m on my way to your apartment, i’m gonna pick you up and we can go to the little cafe you like going to a lot, eta in about five minutes, i forgot your key so could you let me in please? thank you love, bye bye”

[tulpanya]

take me out!

includes : (mouthwashing) anya, curly, daisuke, swansea.

summary : it's time for a date! the types of date [character] takes you out on!

warnings : gn! reader. pet names ("hun" - curly, "babe" - daisuke).

ANYA

quiet night in.

The smell of takeout wafted through the air as you brought in the food, Anya's mouth already watering. Unable to wait any longer, she paddles her way over to where you're serving the food on some plates. "This was a good call, Anya." You grin, the food getting to you as well. "We really needed a night in!" She nods in agreement.

"And I already rented the movie," She chirps, taking her plate and walking with you back into the living room, where blankets, pillows, and various candies are strewn for maximum comfort.

Snuggling close together under the covers, with full bellies and a good movie, Anya couldn't help but feel her heart do little somersaults because this was a night she definitely needed.

café.

It was a small cafe with a warm environment, and you and Anya often frequented the place whenever you two had time. "They have a new design- a cat!" Anya says, she's always been in awe of how they manage to do the cute little designs in her lattes. You both order and when she shows you the cat you can't help but snicker.

"Why're you laughing?" Anya asks, confused by your reaction.

"Because it looks just like you!" You say between laughs, begging for her to hold it up a little so you can take a picture of her and cat-latte-art-her. She gives an awkward smile, not quite seeing the similarities but pleased you seem so happy. You instantly make the picture your lockscreen.

"Wha- don't do that!" She cries out, embarrassed by the photo.

"But you and cat-anya will give me strength when I can't persist!" She, reluctantly, lets you keep the picture as your lockscreen.

botanical garden.

You were running late, and as much as that disappointed you, it was also totally worth it to see Anya standing there in all her beauty. Despite the most beautiful flowers surrounding her, she was, without a doubt, the most gorgeous thing within the vicinity. After she anxiously checked her watch and glanced around, you finally snapped out of your stupor and greeted her.

"Anya, sorry I'm late- a train-" Anya lets out a relieved breath, reaching for you and pressing a quick kiss to the corner of your cheek.

"I'm just glad you're okay," She pulls away and chuckles at how flustered you look from a simple kiss and her worry. "Should we... walk?" She asks, her hand reaching for yours, interlocking fingers with you.

"Y- yeah! Yes, let's go!" The flowers were nice, but you both seemed a little distracted with each other— you'll both have to visit another time.

CURLY

stargazing.

It's so cheesy and cliche, yet Curly somehow manages to pull off a 'night under the stars' perfectly. A beautiful spot, a comfortable blanket, some simple snacks, and of course an extra coat that he can wrap around you should you get too cold.

He's got your head resting on his shoulder/chest, and he occasionally points out a constellation. "Over there is Delphinus," He says, his eyes never leaving the stars. He truly loved the night sky, it's obvious he always had. You hum, snuggling closer to him.

"What about that one over there?" You ask, pointing to a bright one.

"That," He says, a grin on his lips that just screams trouble. "Is Venus, planet of love." He moves so he's hovering above you now, mischief in his eyes. He leans down, pressing a kiss to your lips, before another, and another, and the planets and stars are long forgotten as you two kiss under the night sky.

hiking.

Whether you have been hiking before or not, Curly is always excited to wake up early with you and go for a hike. He's like a golden retriever with how much energy he has as you two move through the rocky terrain.

He's still ever the gentleman though, "Let me help you," He says, lending you his hand to step over a particularly rough part. He doesn't really let go of your hand after that, much preferring to make sure you stay by his side instead.

By the time you two reach the top, the view is most definitely worth it. "It's beautiful," You breathe, eyes looking out over the horizon. Curly smiles, his gaze trained on you and only you.

"Sure is."

food truck.

It's greasy, messy, but Curly absolutely loves getting food from a food truck with you and just walking around the city/a nearby park. "Damn," He mumbles with a mouthful of food as the greasy food began to drip down his chin. You can't help but laugh at his panicked face as he tries to lick it up (and fail).

"Hold on you big baby," You tease, grabbing a spare napkin you shoved in your pocket and wiping the grease away for him. He swallows his food and bites back a laugh.

"Thanks," Curly leans in for a kiss but you push away his head, "Wha- hun?"

"Oh, no way! You choose to get extra garlic. I'm not kissing you." Curly whines for a little, pouting about not getting a kiss but eventually gets over it at the promise of kisses after he brushes his teeth. "You're something else, you know that?"

"You love me." He declares rather confidently, and you can't deny he's right.

DAISUKE

videogames.

"I'll be your player two, babe." Daisuke so chivalrously offers up the player one position to you, which you gladly take his offer for. It's a two-player puzzle rpg game where you have to help each other throughout the game- and Daisuke is already vowing his 'life' to you.

"Not that way, not that way!" You exclaim, trying to keep Daisuke from falling off the screen during a boss battle.

"I know, I know!" He squeaks tilting with his controller, "The controls are all backwards ugh! I'm tryin', just give me a second, okay?" You both are so focused and intense, fighting the boss battle with the utmost seriousness. And when that beautiful flash of 'You Win' shines on the screen you both hug each other with relief.

"Finally!" You cheer, "I thought we'd be stuck at that boss for hours!" You fake cry tears of relief, and Daisuke joins in with your faux tears.

"It's all because of your amazing leadership, babe! Thank you for not leaving me behind~"

"I literally couldn't..." You say, suddenly a little deadpan. You pull away and give him a pointed look, and all Daisuke can do is giggle, knowing he caused more trouble than help throughout the game.

"It's because my guy was all weird- next time I'll be player one and you'll see!"

"Suuuure, Dai... Sure."

karaoke.

The first time Daisuke took you to karaoke you didn't expect him to have such a nice voice, but now you look forward to going to karaoke with him just to hear him sing!

"This one's for you babe!" Daisuke points to you, just as he has for the last several songs he's dedicated to you. You simply clap and cheer as he dances about, singing another love song. That's when he realizes that it's actually a duet, and he begins to beckon you on stage.

"C'mon," He urges you to hurry, and you (albeit hesitantly) join him on the little stage area and take the extra mic. You join in on cue, both of you now singing your hearts out together- and the next several songs continue on like this until you're both so exhausted you collapse on the sofa in the karaoke room.

aquarium.

"I have a special connection with the fish, just watch." Daisuke says almost too confidently before putting his forehead against the fish tank with his eyes squeezed shut. You just watch in amusement, wondering how long he'll do this. Finally he snaps his eyes open and turns to you with a proud smile.

"And... what did you just do with this special connection?"

"I just told all the fish that I love my partner so, so, so, sooo much." He says, nodding along with his words. You snort a laugh, shaking your head at his antics. "What? It's true! They had to know, don't need some stingray trying to woo you."

"I doubt that'd happen," You say, wiping some tears from the corner of your eyes from laughing too hard. "But good to know that all the fishes know how much we love each other." Daisuke grins, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to the next exhibit.

"Now I gotta go make sure the crustaceans know too."

SWANSEA

sport event.

Swansea had somehow managed to snag some pretty good tickets to an upcoming game of his favorite team- and he had invited you to come with him. You didn't know much about the sport, but that didn't stop you from researching into the game as much as possible before going with him.

Swansea had to bite back a snicker as you showed up fully decked out in the opposite teams merch- seems you got a little confused, but your enthusiasm melted his heart. "I- I know that!" You declared when he told you about the mishap. "I wanted us to have a rivals-to-lover thing going on."

"Riiiight..." He eyes you suspiciously, not believing you one bit but he'll let it slide. Despite the embarrassing mistake, Swansea seems proud to have you by his side as you two attend the game even though some other attendants seem to be giving you a nasty glare. He just flips them off before wrapping his arm around you.

restaurant.

Swansea enjoyed listening to you chat about your day, the quiet atmosphere of the cozy restaurant only added to the experience. When the food finally comes out you excitedly get ready to eat, only to notice Swansea's meal looks a little more appetizing.

"Mm? Oh, no... No, absolutely not." Swansea sighs, shaking his head. He could already feel a little headache forming.

"Just a bite?" You ask, batting your lashes. Swansea groans, begrudgingly offering a bite of his food. That was, as he knew, a mistake as you moaned about how good the food tasted. You then offered him a bite of yours. He rolled his eyes.

"Give it to me."

"Thank you~" You coo, swapping plates with him. You take his hand and give it a little squeeze. "You're the best~"

"Just eat your food."

bowling.

"You're not winning." Swansea said, rolling his eyes. You had never once won since you two started going bowling regularly. You scoff at him, putting on your bowling shoes.

"I'll have you know I've been practicing!"

"Alright, if you win, what do you want?" Swansea concedes, indulging your competitiveness. You hum, thinking before a grin grows on your face. He did not like the sight of that.

"When I win, I want you to admit that I'm a waaaaay better bowler than you." He scoffs this time. You shrug, standing up and approaching the lanes. "Afraid you'll lose, Swans?"

"Hardly, I'm just thinking about how good you'll look vacuuming."

"Wha- If I lose I have to vacuum?!" Swansea rolls his shoulders, his gaze hardened by the bet you two had set up. "W- Well, that's only if I lose- which I won't! So prepare to admit your defeat and to vacuum!" You say, before ultimately losing the match.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed!

[spideyanakin]

I don't know how to keep complimenting your work without sounding redundant or like I'm just kissing ur ass but I seriously do love it and hey yippee more sirius content sirius my beloved!!!!!!!

you are temporarily forgiven but only temporarily because I know you're going to hurt me again

❀

STOP your making me blush! no but flattery WORKS on me. You do not know how rewarding it is as an author to have so much love for projects you are passionate about, and to hear that other people share your excitement!!! ily for it ❀, like this makes me want to continue writing, it keeps me motivated! <3 ily

so because flattery works so well on me, and we need as much sirius content as possible, here’s more fluff and cute banter this time to comfort our little hearts and earn your full forgiveness 💜

all I think about now - masterlist

summary - slytherin! reader, slytherin just won the quidditch game, james swears it was your fault, sirius finds it funny.

warnings - james being totally wiped for lily, and sirius being the same for the reader

"Your girlfriend just made us lose the game."

"Actually, it was his brother," Remus mumbled as he fixed his scarf. "Reg caught the snitch."

"Yeah, but she pushed me! I was going to catch the damn thing!"

"Don't be such a baby, James," Sirius grinned, which only made his friend scowl.

"Don't tell me you're happy they won?"

"Obviously not. I'm just saying that... maybe it wasn't entirely her fault..."

James's mouth fell agape, "Moony, did you just hear what he said?"

"I did," the werewolf hummed under the thick layers of scarf he carefully wrapped around himself.

"Sirius has gone mad! You were there mate!"

"I also saw you get distracted by Lily who was cheering for you just as my girlfriend was passing by."

"Where does his loyalties lie!?" James shrieked and Remus simply shrugged his shoulders.

"There you are, boys!" Your voice came from behind them, and Sirius grinned when he saw you walking his way. You had already changed from your quidditch attire to your crisp uniform, the Slytherin quidditch sweater draped atop your frame.

"Good game was it not?" You smirked, and Sirius rolled his eyes.

"I think you just got lucky," Sirius playfully scrunched his nose before locking your lips with his, his arm snaking around your middle. "James is pissed though, said you pushed him out of the way so he lost the snitch."

"Pardon?" You blinked at the boy.

James looked like he was going to burst, "I-, you-"

"What? All shy in front of my girl now?"

"I'm not having this conversation," and with another huff, James turned around on his heels and left the other way.

"What's his problem?" You frowned, and Remus simply offered yet a new shrug.

"Lily."

[sarahcmarie]

The batboys are REALLY good at makeup due to the fact that they have to do things like cover bruises from patrol and undercover work and all the teams learn this at some point all in different ways but although their night jobs helped them hone their make up skills that doesn’t mean that’s where they learned it from

teen titans

Dick was in the circus he helped clowns and performers do their make up which lead to him being very good at make up at a very young age especially make up that looked good in bright unflattering light or in pictures

Dick was hanging out with everyone at titans tower and Wally and Roy get into an argument over who would be a prettier girl it gets to the point where they are ready to throw hands so dick just decides the best way to settle the argument is by TURNING them in to girls so he puts some of his super high quality wigs on them and does they’re makeup and everyone votes (i will let you decide who wins) but afterwards Donna asks where he got the stuff…. Dick is now the go to for all the girls when they need their makeup done

Young justice

Tim is a socialite He had to learn at a very young age how to use makeup and how to make it look natural for galas and such eventually he learned how to do very impressive and complex makeup looks although he never wore heavy makeup in public he did in private

The core four was chilling in the living room when Cassie says she want to do barts makeup but Kon said he wanted his makeup done too Cassie told him to wait until she Finished barts but Kon starts complaining and huffing after about 5 minutes while Tim was trying to get his report done but couldn’t focus with kons complaining so he walks up and grabs him by the ear and drags him to the couch and starts putting makeup on kon some time later when Tim is finished Cassie and Bart look over at Kon and gasp Kon thinks Tim did badly and is prepping to make fun of tim for it but looks into the mirror and realizes he looks Gorgeous (even more than usual) later when they start dating Tim does kons makeup before galas

The outlaws

Jason Todd loved his mom very much even with all her flaws that was his mom and his mother loved him too but do to her addiction she often looked sickly but after Jason’s dad died they needed to find a way to make money nobody hired Catherine because they only saw an addict Jason learned how to do makeup so that she would look presentable for interviews and it worked and so Jason did his mothers makeup every morning up until she died

Artemis Needed her makeup done for a undercover mission at a gala but she doesn’t wear makeup often especially not glam makeup so she wasn’t sure where to start Jason said he would do it and although Artemis was reluctant and insulted Jason many times she allowed him to as she didn’t have much of a choice due to her lack of experience in the makeup department after Jason was finished she found that Jason had made her gorgeous yet unrecognizable (which worked fine given it was an undercover mission)

The super sons

Damian was a child in the league more so he was the heir to the demons head so they trained him harder than most other league members as he needed to be the best if he was going to lead the league of assassins which ment training till his Knuckles were bleeding his bones were broken and he was passing out from exhaustion but fighting wasn’t the only thing they trained him in they taught him history and languages and and anything he could possibly need to know to one day succeed in his position as the demons head although he had many classes his favorite was learning how to use makeup both for disguise manipulation and distraction the reason it was his favorite was because his mother taught him personally Ra’s Al ghul although didnt approve of teaching him to use makeup allowed it because although he may have been a bad person he was not a bad grandfather and he saw how much Damian enjoyed it and Talia loved teaching Damian personally even if she didn’t have time to teach him all of his lessons she made Time to teach him this one

Jon noticed a boy in his class who wore makeup everyday and Jon thought it was sooo cool and told him all the time how awsome his makeup looked one day he found the same boy crying in the stairwell with his makeup smudged when Jon asked what was wrong the boy told Jon that kids were bullying him for his makeup that they said makeup was for girls and started calling him names which included multiple slurs Jon was livid Jon didnt get angry often but he was now how could anyone not see how complex and impressive the boys makeup was? After school Jon flew straight to Damian’s house because he was angry and really needed to tell someone about it after hearing what happened Damian who after seeing some pictures of the boys makeup was just as angry as Jon after all Damian saw how impressive the boys makeup was so they came up with a plan… the next day Jon had on a full face of makeup that included glitter and rhinestones and bright red lipstick courtesy of damian and his makeup skill Jon also got made fun of except Damian had already coached Jon on exactly what to say the bully’s ended up in tears Jon ended up in the principals office but both jon and Damian both believed it was worth it After hearing what happened although Lois and Clark lectured them on how to properly handle it next time they also got an extra scoop of ice cream at dessert  

[callmemonster68]

ENHYPEN - Jealous Jealous ( suggestive )

He gets jealous and wants to show you that he's the best

Pairing: Enhypen X FemReader

Genre: Obscenity

Warning: Contains explicit content, unprotected sex, suggestive, penetration, explicit language, climax, sex, swearing, loss of virginity, hickeys, messy make-out sessions, dirty talk, compliments, rough sex, touching bruises, handcuffs, chains, sadomasochism , masochism, brands, public sex, oral

Sunghoon Scene: Sunghoon saw someone trying to get close to you while he was distracted, and now he’s determined to reassert his place. Dialogue: Sunghoon: "You know you’re mine, don’t you?" Y/N: (smirks teasingly) "And you know you don’t have to get jealous, right?" Sunghoon: (gently pushes you onto the bed, his body dominating yours) "I’m not jealous. I just need to remind you who’s the only one who can make you beg." Y/N: "Then show me, Sunghoon." Sunghoon: (whispers in your ear) "I’ll show you. And you’ll never forget."

Heeseung Scene: He saw you receiving messages from another guy and stayed silent all day. But in the bedroom, he can’t hide how he feels anymore. Dialogue: Heeseung: "He thought he could take you from me." Y/N: "He’s just a friend, Hee. You’re imagining things." Heeseung: (pulls you onto his lap, his eyes dark) "I don’t imagine things. But now, you’re going to see. See who truly knows you." Y/N: (shivers at his tone) "I already know it’s you." Heeseung: (whispers with a satisfied smile) "Then let me reinforce that for you."

Jake Scene: You gave a little too much attention to a coworker, and Jake was visibly upset. After a tense dinner, he closes the bedroom door. Dialogue: Jake: "I saw the way he looked at you." Y/N: "Jake, I didn’t even notice. He means nothing." Jake: (grabs your waist firmly, his voice rough) "He better mean nothing because I’m the only one who can make you feel like this." Y/N: "Feel like what?" Jake: (kisses you urgently) "Like this. Like I’m the only one who can make your body lose control."

Sunoo Scene: He got upset because a coworker was too friendly during a conversation. Now, Sunoo wants to make it clear that no one else will ever make you feel like he does. Dialogue: Sunoo: "He thought he could steal your attention, didn’t he?" Y/N: "You know no one compares to you, Sunoo." Sunoo: (cups your face with his hands, staring deep into your eyes) "I’m going to remind you what it means to be mine. There won’t be room for anyone else." Y/N: (teasing) "I’m waiting." Sunoo: (kisses you intensely) "You’ll never forget who’s the only one who makes you feel like this."

Niki Scene: He saw someone flirting with you at a party and spent the night sulking. Once you’re home, he can’t hold back any longer. Dialogue: Niki: "You liked the attention he gave you, didn’t you?" Y/N: "Niki, he was just being polite. You’re overreacting." Niki: (pushes you onto the couch, his gaze challenging) "If he thinks he can win you over, it’s because he doesn’t know what I’m capable of." Y/N: (eyes wide, surprised and excited) "Oh yeah? Gonna show me?" Niki: "I’ll make you scream my name until you forget he ever existed."

Jungwon Scene: You mentioned an old date, and Jungwon got annoyed. Now, he wants to prove no one will ever be better than him. Dialogue: Jungwon: "He could never have made you as happy as I do." Y/N: (laughing, amused by his reaction) "Are you seriously jealous? You don’t need to be." Jungwon: (catches you off guard, holding your wrists and pressing you down onto the bed) "It’s not jealousy. I just want to remind you who makes you lose your breath." Y/N: (whispers, breathless) "Then show me, Jungwon." Jungwon: (with a dangerous smile) "I will. And you’ll never want to think about anyone else again."

Jay Scene: You were chatting with an old friend, but Jay didn't like the way he looked at you. Now, he wants to make it clear who the only one in your life is. Dialogue: Jay: "You knew he didn't stand a chance, didn't you?" Y/N: "Of course I did, Jay. I was just being polite." Jay: (pins you against the wall, his eyes burning with intensity) "Politeness isn’t enough. I’ll make you forget any other man exists." Y/N: (teasing) "And how do you plan to do that?" Jay: (whispers near your ear) "By laying you down and showing you no one will ever touch you like I do."

✿ If you don't reblog and comment, you can be sure I'll be showing up in your dreams tonight... and I won’t be as sweet as in the story ✿

[itsnesss]

𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 | minho (xo,kitty) × fem!reader

summary | you’re struggling with a subject, and minho, offers to help. what starts as a tutoring session quickly turns into something more as the two of you grow closer

warnings | fluff, romantic tension, kisses, soft language

word count | 1.9 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

It’s just another afternoon, one of those where you find yourself half-lost in books, taking notes, and still not understanding a thing about the subject. The classroom noise feels more distant than usual, and your mind feels a bit clouded. Maybe it’s the pressure of exams, or maybe just the inability to focus on this damn topic.

"Are you okay?" Minho's voice suddenly cuts through your thoughts, pulling you out of your daydreaming. You turn toward him, surprised.

It’s Minho, your classmate, known for his relaxed attitude but with a charming smile that always seems to make you feel a little less awkward. How hadn’t you noticed how close he was?

"Yeah... well, more or less," you shrug, trying to hide your frustration. "It’s just that I don’t get any of this."

Minho watches you for a moment, evaluating you with a calm gaze. You wonder if he really notices how much this subject is getting to you. But he says it without hesitation.

"Would you like me to help?" you’re surprised by his offer. Minho? The same Minho who always seems more interested in joking around than studying?

You fall silent for a moment, considering the idea. You know you need help, and although you never thought of Minho as particularly focused, there’s something in his tone that makes you think, maybe, just maybe, he could be of some use.

"Well... really?" You ask, a little unsure. His expression shifts slightly, as if the question surprised him.

"Yeah, of course," he smiles and gestures to his desk. "Here or somewhere else, whatever works for you."

You decide to sit next to him. There’s something about his presence that makes you relax a little, although you can’t shake the feeling of slight discomfort being so close to him. For the next few minutes, he helps you go over the lessons. Despite his jokes and laid-back way of teaching, you realize he understands a lot more than you expected.

"See? It’s not that hard once you get the hang of it," Minho looks at you with a calm, almost proud expression, and you can’t help but blush a little.

"Yeah, now I get it. Thanks..." you look away, embarrassed by the shift in dynamics between the two of you. It feels weird, but pleasant.

Minho doesn’t seem to notice your discomfort and leans back in his chair, resting his arms behind his head.

"So, would you like to study together again later?" His voice is light, as if it’s no big deal, but there’s something different in his gaze. Like he’s waiting for something more. Something you can’t quite identify, but it makes you feel even more nervous.

You nod, trying to think of something to say to change the subject.

"Yeah... that sounds good."

At that moment, the teacher interrupts and reminds everyone that they need a tutor. To your surprise, Minho is assigned as your tutor.

"So, I guess you’re officially my tutor," you say, a little more nervous than you’d like to admit. He gives you a playful look.

"Yep, and as your tutor, I’ve got a couple of rules," he smiles in a mischievous way, and you can’t help but feel intrigued.

"First rule: no distractions."

"Distractions? What kind of tutor would you be if what you said didn’t make sense?" You laugh, but there’s something in his smile that makes you feel even more nervous, like he’s playing a game you don’t quite understand.

"Second rule: coffee always helps." He says while tossing you a casual glance. He runs his hand through his hair in a natural way, and you don’t know why, but that little gesture makes you feel a sudden warmth in your cheeks.

"I’m not sure that’s part of the tutoring rules..." you reply, but you say it without really thinking, just because of how close you feel to him.

After a while, you realize that, at some point, your conversation about studying has completely shifted. Now you’re talking about trivial things, and although your eyes are on the books, your mind is far from the pages filled with equations and formulas.

"Are you always like this?" you ask, curious about his attitude. Minho gives you a curious look before shrugging.

"Like how?"

"So... relaxed," you say, trying to find the right words. The truth is, you’re impressed by how calm he is, even when he’s talking to you. It seems like nothing really bothers him. "It’s weird that someone so... confident?"

He laughs softly.

"Maybe I’m just comfortable with who I am. There’s not much to change, you know?"

It sounds like an honest answer, and in a way, it makes you feel a little more connected to him. You didn’t think he was superficial, but the confidence he carries is something you don’t see every day.

The atmosphere becomes more relaxed. The books are forgotten on the desk as you both get deeper into conversation. And suddenly, Minho leans in a little closer than you expected.

"You know, I like that you don’t get nervous about everything," his tone has shifted subtly, and for some reason, it makes you feel even more uncomfortable.

"I’m not that nervous..." you say, though your voice betrays your words. You feel a little silly, and just as you’re about to say something else, his eyes lock with yours in a way that takes your breath away.

The space between you two shrinks to nothing. And before you can react, he kisses you. It’s soft at first, as if he’s testing your reaction. You freeze for a moment, not knowing what to do, but something inside you tells you not to pull away. You respond to the kiss slowly, letting yourself be carried away by the calm that Minho always seemed to have.

The kiss deepens, and the world around you disappears. It’s just him, and you, and the hum of the tension that’s been building up ever since he asked to help you with the lessons.

When you finally separate, the air feels heavy but warm. Minho smiles, a smile that seems filled with a calmness you hadn’t seen in him before.

"So... would you still like to be my student, or do you prefer a different kind of tutoring?" His words are soft, but there’s something playful in his gaze. You shiver slightly, but you’re not sure whether it’s from the kiss or what he just said.

"I think... I could get used to it," you respond, not really thinking, but the idea of being close to him doesn’t seem so uncomfortable anymore. On the contrary.

And in that moment, with his gaze locked on yours and the promise of more moments like that, you realize that maybe, just maybe, studying isn’t the only thing you’ll be focusing on now.

[starfiresky]

Why Kairi is the way she is

The title of “Re:Mind” is SUPER MEANINGFUL

|| My personal thoughts ||

STICK AROUND TILL THE END OKAY? So Kairi day happened recently, and I see a lot of people talking about her… either in defense of her or against her. It’s gotten to the point where I start getting angry when I see Kairi in KH3, and I’m starting to wonder if feeling angry is supposed to be the point. Maybe we’re supposed to get frustrated with the way she is right now.

I’ve been trying to put myself in Kairi’s shoes. You see how she’s so spunky in kh1 and 2, right? And suddenly in kh3 she’s kind of withdrawn and desperate. Just look at her face at the end of 2 and you’ll see when I think the personality switch occurred:

This is the moment when she realizes Sora is leaving her AGAIN.

Kairi’s character in 1 felt very infused with independence and “Sora needs me 😤” energy. Then, in 2 she’s like: “I remember Sora now, and heck— he needs me more than ever! 😤 He can’t do anything without me!”

Then she proceeded to be reckless trying to reach him— and I genuinely believe that she ACTUALLY believes Sora needs her to succeed. She escapes prison, and gets shut out of the final battle and left behind. We as the players are SUPPOSED to get frustrated, because SHE’S undoubtedly angry, too!

When her letter brings Sora back, she realizes that he survived and he’s actually grown a lot!

But I personally feel like when Sora gets Mickey’s letter, she starts to feel less and less important. Especially with this line from the letter: “Sora, you are who you are because of those people, but they’re hurting. And you’re the only one who can end their sadness. They need you.”

Like, Kairi’s got to be looking at Sora thinking; “Wow. He’s grown so much, saving lives, saving everyone— and what have I been doing? School. I thought Sora needed me— but look at all of his accomplishments… look at all the things he’s done without me. And when I’m around, I just distract him. I don’t help him.” 💔💔

So in kh3, she’s depressed, she’s sad, maybe she even feels a little worthless. Kh1 Kairi would’ve sent those letters to Sora during Merlin’s training, but it’s my belief that kh3 Kairi doesn’t think Sora needs her anymore. She’s lost her drive.

I heard that in the novels, Kairi cuts her hair short because “Sora likes it that way”! But what if she cut her hair because she’s trying to embrace the younger, more confident version of herself who felt needed by Sora? Maybe that’s what she meant by “he likes it that way”.

I’m pretty confident that Sora becomes AWARE of Kairi feeling useless in the paopu fruit scene! He looks disappointed when Kairi gives him the paopu fruit not because he doesn’t reciprocate her feelings, but because he sees through the gesture! This is her cry for help, and he doesn’t know how to help her. To me, this is the face of a guy who’s just realized: “I thought she already knew I want her to be apart of my life forever. What’s going on here? What happened to the Kairi who already knows I need her and we’ll be a part of each other’s lives forever?”

His awkward reaction is literally him wondering where the Kairi he knows ran off to? This is the “crap, I must’ve screwed up” face.

Then there’s the scene where Kairi is kidnapped by Xemnas and she barely even fights or tries to get away from him. This is a Kairi who’s lost her drive and her knowledge of being NEEDED, it makes perfect sense to me why she didn’t fight. What if she’s reached the point where she wonders if Sora even cares enough to save her? Of course, it’s not canon, but this moment is kind of like a representation of not feeling like she’s worth very much, and therefore won’t be missed!

To me, this just looks like an extremely depressed girl who’s been reading too many comment sections.

Then of course, Re:Mind happens and obviously, Sora demonstrates that YES, Kairi, you are important to him! Maybe a little too important. Its my belief that the paopu scene was a huge wake up call to him. When she dies, and everyone’s like; “okay, time to go back”, this really explains why Sora says so adamantly “No. My whole journey began the day I lost her, and now that I’ve found her she’s slipped away again”.

That’s him realizing that he forgot the sole reason he was going on all of these adventures. He did them for her, and got so lost in the noise of all his quests that he neglected her and didn’t realize until she called out for help with the paopu fruit. Re:Mind is literally his quest to saving her self-esteem and RE:MINDING her how much she means to him!!!!! THATS WHY ITS CALLED RE:MIND.

And you see how desperate he is to get her back? How he’s hugging her, holding her hand, taking her places during the ending? He’s trying to let her know that he still needs her!

We’re supposed to get mad about how she’s being treated, BECAUSE ITS NOT RIGHT AND BOTH KAIRI AND SORA KNOW IT!

Sora finally understands that he needs to remind her that he cares about her!!!!

If Sora is like any guy I know, he isn’t clueless, he just assumed Kairi already knew.

[himluv]

The Incident, pt. 1

Here is Chapter 29 of Say My Name (Say it Twice)! Read it below or over on AO3!

SPOILER ALERT!!! This chapter contains spoilers for Veilguard's endgame! PLEASE do not read it if you haven't finished the game! (I do NOT want to be the reason [REDACTED] is spoiled for someone)

Now, then. Back to the fic.

*runs*

Lucanis had just hung up his dish towel to dry when Bellara entered the dining hall. He turned to face her, and was surprised to see her sheepish expression. 

“Hey, Lucanis?” She asked. She stood with her hands behind her back, and one toe of her boot drew tiny circles on the floor. She was nervous. 

“Bellara,” he said. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah,” she said, unconvincingly. “I mean, mostly.”

He sighed. This woman and her ‘mostly’. “What is it?”

“Well,” she said. “I need to go to Arlathan today, but Rook and Davrin already left, and Neve is in Dock Town. I have no idea where Taash and Harding went–”

“–Probably for the best,” he said.

She smiled. “Right?”

“So, you want company to Arlathan?” 

She winced. “If you wouldn’t mind?”

He shrugged. He could use the distraction of an outing. He’d cleaned the whole kitchen from top to bottom, and he was still thinking about the feel of Rook’s lips on his cheek. “Give me a moment to change,” he said. 

Bellara beamed at him. “Thank you, Lucanis,” she said. “I’ll meet you in the eluvian room?”

He nodded, then headed for the pantry to change into his leathers. He hadn’t planned to leave the Lighthouse today, and his knives could use honing before another battle, but an outing with Bellara shouldn’t be too dangerous. In fact, whatever artifact she was hunting was probably more dangerous than any enemies they might encounter. 

He counted and checked each knife as he sheathed them. The smallest slid into the sheath across his chest, above the vials of poison Viago had given him. His emergency knife, in case a target got far too close. The next smallest went in the sheath at the small of his back, hidden by his cape. His backup emergency knife, the one a foe wouldn’t see coming. Then his boot knife – for throwing – followed by two large daggers, one at the front of each hip. These were kept within easy reach in case he was somehow disarmed. Only then did he sheath his main weapons, a dagger and rapier, respectively. 

There. He was ready. 

He triple checked his blades – all seven firmly in place – as he stepped through into the eluvian room. 

“Oh, good!,” Bellara said. “Are you ready?”

“Ready,” he said, and gestured for her to lead the way. He followed her through the eluvian and into the Crossroads. They made it all the way to the Caretaker’s boat before she said anything.

“Don’t you want to know where we’re going?” She asked as she climbed into the boat.

He sat across from her and shrugged. “To Arlathan.”

She rolled her eyes. “I mean, yeah. But don’t you want to know why?”

“I assumed to investigate some magical artifact or another.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m just here to make sure you come back in one piece.”

“Oh!” She blushed. “Well, then, you’ve got a pretty good grasp on things already.”

He smirked at her, but she said nothing more for the rest of the boat ride. By the time they reached Elvhenan’s Haven, he could practically hear Bellara vibrating with questions. 

“What is it, Bellara?” He asked as he climbed out of the boat after her. 

“Oh, I just…” she blushed. “Wondered how things are going? With Rook.”

Lucanis frowned. “If you’re worried I’ll hurt her–”

“What?! No!” She said, turning to stand in front of him, making him stop. “That’s not it at all!”

He glanced around, confused. “Then, what?”

Bellara shrugged. “I don’t know. I just thought you might want to talk about it.”

He stared at her, wondering what could possibly have given her that impression. “Bellara. When have I ever wanted to talk about… this?”

“Ugh!” She said and crossed her arms. “Fine! Maybe I want to talk about it!”

Lucanis nodded at that and couldn’t help the tiny smile that flickered across his lips. “That sounds about right.”

She pouted at him, her eyes big and shining in the bright Fade-light. Lucanis sighed. 

“Fine,” he said. “Ask your questions.”

Her mouth fell open in shock. “Wait. Really?”

He smirked as he stepped around her. “I might even answer some of them.”

“Okay!” She said, hurrying after him. “So, she liked the torte?”

Lucanis rolled his eyes. “Everyone liked the torte. It’s a great recipe.”

She scowled at him as they climbed the stairs toward the eluvian they would take to the Veil Jumper camp. “Did you guys…?” She blushed. “You know…?”

He glared at her. “Next question.”

She raised her hands to ward off his anger. “Right. Too personal. Got it.” She followed him up the slope to the eluvian. “Did you at least kiss?”

Lucanis sighed and stopped, turning to face her. “No.”

“What? Why not?”

He looked away from her, suddenly embarrassed to be having this conversation. “We’re taking things slow.”

Bellara’s nose crinkled and her brow furrowed. “Why?!”

He glared at her again. “Because I asked to.”

She shook her head, still looking confused, and then she gasped. “No. Way!”

“Mierda,” he muttered and turned away from her. He marched up the slope, Bellara chasing after him. 

“Wait, wait, wait,” she said. “Lucanis! Does that mean Rook is your firs–”

He whirled on her, teeth bared. “Have you forgotten I am the best magekiller in Thedas?”

She pulled up short, blinking at him. Then she snorted. “You’re not going to kill me.”

Of course he wasn’t. “I am seriously considering it,” he grumbled. 

“This is amazing,” she continued as they approached the eluvian. “It’s so romantic!”

“It really isn’t,” he said. “This is my life, Bellara, not some romance novel.”

“Ugh!” She said. “Why does everyone always say that as if you can’t have both?”

He raised an eyebrow at her, then shook his head and stepped through the eluvian. She followed after him, and for a moment he thought she might continue pestering him about his love life as they walked into the Veil Jumper camp. Luckily, Irelin called to her, and she turned to look at the other mage. 

“I’ll just be a minute,” she said as she ran off. 

Which left him alone with Strife. They glared at one another, each with their arms crossed and chins high. Spite circled the elf, sniffing and growling, which only added to Lucanis’s sense of animosity. 

He did not like this man.

Strife sighed. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

Lucanis kept his face impassive. “Then talk.”

Strife snorted. “You and Rook,” he said. “It’s not a good idea.”

He hated that those same words had once left his lips. Had she heard the echo of his voice behind Strife’s the other day? Had she questioned if both of the men in her life might be right after all? Maker, he hoped not. 

Strife interpreted his silence as permission to continue. “Rook is… emotional. She wears her heart on her sleeve.” Strife gave him a hard look. “She’s been lucky, but it’s going to get her hurt one of these days.”

“Not by me,” Lucanis said. 

Not us, Spite said. We would. Never hurt. Rook!

Strife tilted his head, conceding the point. “Maybe not on purpose. But, do you really think she won’t be hurt if something happens to you?”

“And if something happens to you?” He asked. He hadn’t meant it as a threat, but his voice carried one all the same. The man flinched, just barely. “Won’t Emmrich be just as wounded?”

He shook his head. “Emmrich isn’t the one with that damn dagger.” Strife looked down at his feet. “I never should have sent her away.”

That made Lucanis blink, his own defensive anger fading. “You blame yourself,” he said. 

“If I hadn’t sent her with Varric, she wouldn’t be caught up in this mess,” he said. “And maybe he’d still be here.”

Lucanis doubted that. From what he’d heard, Varric had been determined to talk Solas down, and he couldn’t imagine that working out, even if Rook hadn’t been there. 

“I know you don’t like me,” Strife continued. “But, I care about Rook. It’s why I hassle her as much as I do.”

Lucanis frowned, but his voice was softer when he said, “have you considered that hassling her is a terrible way to show you care?” 

He knew all about tough love, and it had never done him any favors. Lucanis had survived despite Caterina’s harsh brand of love. He’d learned his lessons, become the best assassin, the best Dellamorte he could. He’d learned his role well, and because of that, he had never truly thrived. Only now, with Rook, was he beginning to see the difference. 

Strife’s expression was pained, but he nodded. “I’ll… consider that,” he said. “And,” he added. “Emmrich mentioned that the knife was your idea, so–” he shrugged “–thanks, for that.”

Lucanis gave him the barest flicker of a smile, though he knew it still had a hint of sharpness to it. “I’ll give him the name of my blacksmith. She’s expensive,” he warned. “But also, the best. Tell her I sent you and she might cut you a deal.”

Strife nodded. “Appreciated.”

For a long moment, there was painful silence. Lucanis was about to turn away and find some corner to lurk in, when Bellara reappeared. 

“Hey,” she said, breathless. “Sorry about that.” She glanced between him and Strife, no doubt noticing the charge in the air. “Ready to go?”

“Ready,” he said. 

“Bellara?” A voice shouted over the sound of fires crackling and people talking all around them. 

They both turned to see Rook, Davrin, and Assan walk into the camp. Rook looked excited to see Bellara. Too excited. Then she laid eyes on Lucanis and gasped. 

“Lucanis?!” She sprinted toward him, as if she hadn’t just spent hours with him that morning. Immediately he knew something was wrong. Her gait was loose, almost unsteady, like her knees wanted to give out from under her. 

“Shit,” Davrin muttered. Assan let out a nervous squawk, glancing at his guardian and bobbing his head.

Rook barreled into Lucanis, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. He caught her with a grunt, surprise keeping him from returning the hug for the span of a heartbeat. When he did pull her close, she sighed and melted against him. 

Mierda, she was soft in all the right places. And warm. She was always so warm. 

“Embria?” He murmured at her ear. He shot a glare at Davrin, who spoke in a low, urgent voice to Bellara. 

“What are you doing here?” She pulled back just a little to peer up at him. Her pupils were huge, barely any of the violet edge of her irises visible. She grinned at him. “Did you know Assan can talk?!”

“What?”

“He only says ‘worms’ and yet, he’s surprisingly insightful.”

Lucanis pushed her away gently, holding her at arm’s length to peer into her eyes. She held his gaze as best she could, but she seemed unable to keep her focus on him. Her smile was slow and dreamy, and utterly wrong. 

Spite sniffed at her and growled. Rook is sick. POISONED?!

Lucanis glared at Davrin over Rook’s shoulder. “What did you do?”

Davrin sighed. “It was an accident,” he said.

“An accident?!” He and Spite shouted at once. 

“I’m okay,” Rook said. “Please don’t fight.”

He flicked his gaze over to her, saw her chin quiver, and immediately reined in his fury. “Tell me what happened,” he growled at Davrin.

The Warden rubbed at the back of his neck. “Emmrich found this old recipe for gingerwort truffle tea.”

Lucanis grimaced. That sounded terrible, and he said so. “That sounds terrible.”

Rook shook her head. “It wasn’t great,” she said. “I’ve never had worms, but once Assan said that’s what it tasted like, I knew he was right.” She laughed and shook her head. “Worms.”

Assan squawked and she laughed again. She looked at Lucanis with tears in her eyes. “He’s so funny!”

Lucanis stared at her for a moment, dumbstruck, while Strife chuckled. 

“I thought we could try it,” Davrin said and looked at Assan. “See what all the fuss was about. Emmrich said there were some very rare potential side effects. Something about latent magic or… something.” He shrugged and gestured at Rook. “I’m fine, but she’s, uh, flying as high as a griffon right about now.”

Lucanis snarled at him, prepared to use the strongest language available to him to tell Davrin to fuck off, when Rook’s hand cupped his cheek. He blinked and looked down at her. 

“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I’m okay. Just… take me home?”

He covered her hand with his and nodded. “Of course,” he said. He glanced up at Bellara, an apology on his lips.

“Go,” she said. “Davrin and Asssan will come with me.” Even she glared at Davrin, who had the decency to look ashamed. 

“It should wear off in a few hours,” he said. “Maybe check in with Emmrich if it doesn’t seem to get better?” 

Lucanis growled again, and Bellara winced. She tugged on Davrin’s cape, then headed off toward the path to the lake. 

“And Lucanis?” Davrin called once he was a little further away from them. “I’d say this makes us even, don’t you think?”

No, he did not think this made them even. In fact, he thought this meant Davrin owed him, that he ought to get at least one free punch, maybe two. But Rook was clinging to him and giggling, as if she might tip over at any moment. 

“Let it be,” Strife said, more than a little humor in voice. “Get her home before she gets sick.”

Rook snorted. “I never get sick.”

“Uh-huh,” Strife said. “Wherever you post her up? Have a bucket handy.”

Lucanis grimaced, but nodded. “Come on,” he said to Rook. He slipped his arm through her elbow, and she held on as if she might float away if she let go. 

“Wow,” she breathed as she reached the eluvian. “It’s so pretty!” She reached out to touch the rippling glass, and giggled when her hand went through. “I am… so fucked up.”

Lucanis laughed at that, even though he hated seeing her so impaired. 

She turned too-wide, too-dark eyes on him. “Are you seeing this?”

“I see an eluvian,” he said. “I have no idea what you’re seeing.”

She marveled at the mirror. “It’s like I can see every spark of magic running through it, in so many colors? I didn’t know there were so many colors?”

Mierda, this was going to be a long trip back to the Lighthouse. He tugged gently on her arm. “Let’s go, Embria.”

She nodded and then wordlessly followed him through the mirror.