#im obsessed with the hubby again so

[sudanaya5]

How do you think Musashi and Shigeo got together

Hellow, thank you so much for asking this 🤩 hmm there are so many ways they can got together. I do like the idea that they immediately start dating in middle/high school since they have many moment together already but personally i find it kinda unrealistic, instead i like it more if there are a time gap where they rarely meet each other for a while post canon and then they start meeting n hang out regularly again when they are adult. I made comic about that i think???

Reminiscing about their past in middle school, mob already been grateful for having a supportive senpai like Musashi but he just now realize how gentle Musashi treat him (and how hubby material he is) and start yearning for Musashi. Especially since he feel a bit lost after gradually thrown into working adult life.

Meanwhile Musashi do have feeling of admiration for mob since they were in middle school and those feeling doesnt change but now he have a chance to develop it into romantic way. Theres no need long time for them to sort n confess their feeling for each other and try dating.

For ageswap its little bit different (im so obsessed ageswap please bear with me) bc the overall cast dynamic change. Its like slow burn i think? since for me Musashi have potential to be Mob mentor figure that he look up more in this AU. Since Musashi have no violence value that Mob admire. Start by Musashi helping mob a lot at a gym bc his lack of stamina and clumsiness, all that gentle attention, protection and physical touches (carrying him when he faint n all that) slowly develop into love ☺️ (also Musashi give him a lot of milk lol). I can see that they start dating along the story and getting married

[forgottenamira]

OOC | Love Languages

continuing w this series...

5 love languages:

words of affirmation

physical touch

giving/receiving gifts

quality time

acts of service 

and here's what i said my initial instincts were re: my peeps...

Godfrey — appears as a words of affirmation dude but if he ~really loves you it’s acts of service!!

Tristan — acts of service he is literally a knight!! Send him on a quest!! He will goooo!

Eabha — bc of her ruling lady outlook she looks like acts of service but she’s really more physical touch

Cormac — giving of gifts

Ronan — acts of service!! I hope you like someone just wordlessly doing smth for you bc that’s what ur in for here bc sadly he’s pr rubbish at a lot of the others these days

Cillian — quality time

Saoirse — physical touch

Rosie — quality time

Valentina — receiving gifts

Eilia — words of affirmation 

Rian — quality time

Roderick — giving of gifts

Amira — tbd

Arthur — tbd

decided to finish up the fam even tho her last name is technically varmont these days...esp bc she and arthur are still???? so imma think out loud at you guys...amira is an enneagram 8 which means that she seeks to project strength (often by means of outright hostility) in order to avoid appearing/feeling vulnerable, which is what she fears. so!! expressing love of any variety, being inherently vulnerable, is really intrinsically scary for her and, given that she is obv not by any means a ~healthy example of a type 8, well, its complicated!!!!!! i feel like she's gotten it all twisted up inside of her alkdsjfskldjfdf this questionnaire is basically DESIGNED to give her an anxiety attack akldjsflkjsdlfjkdsf [ amira: I LOVE NOTHING *runs away* ]

anywayyyyyy she does love edmund, tristan, and godfrey (probably in that order!! her brothers are a lil tough to sort out tho bc she probs has more ~affection for tristan but more ~trust for godfrey so!! make of that what you will). honorably mention is the hubby: she's got smth deeply toxic w roderick where like...she lowkey wants to ~be him and he lowkey wants to devour her so!! this will mostly focus on the calainons as a result but we'll talk a lil abt roderick if he comes up too bc as much as she wants to deny it he's important to her too...but love is not the right word its more like mutual hate-obsession??? idk...its a mess

anyway, as with godfrey, amira is fully capable of ~faking any of these and can and wiLL use that to manipulate anyone...esp her husband, but im just focusing on the ~real thing~ here

words of affirmation

i feel like imma go down the line saying this just bc again ~vulnerability aint natural to her but!! neither are words of affirmation. this bitch will tell you how you've failed and disappointed her before she'd ever say i love you alkjdsflkjdsf weirdly tho?????? that's ~kind of~ a way of like...showing she cares???? like idk how to tell you this but the fact that you ~can let her down means you matter on some level to her????? so yeah 'you failed me' being amira for 'ily?' its more likely than you may think laksjdflksdjfsd

conversely tho...her ~not criticizing you probs means you're epic!!!! she's always looking for a way to tear other ppl down to make herself feel better and/or (if she cares abt you) to help you find out where you need to improve, so like if she can't even find smth to get on your case abt like damn!!!!!! well done!!!! *facepalm* so yeah either that or like...she did not notice you/cares so little that you're not even worth the effort of considering!!!!!

so yeah!! ur gonna get mixed signals from amira (roderick screams internally abt this any time he so much as ~thinks abt her he legit doesn't know where he stands w her) buT if ur someone she ~does pay attention to, such as her family members, and she's not on ur case she's probs happy w you!! or at least can't think of smth to criticize you for, so congrats!!

physical touch

ok so this might be the one?? i do think amira is a v comfortable in/w her physicality, yknow? and like lbr she 100% holds everyone at emotional (and probs physical!) arm's length pr much 24/7 but as i think of it, i can see where, if she's particularly pleased or just in a good mood for whatever reason, and if no one's there to observe!! you might get a quick touch to the cheek or press of the hand as she sweeps by. if ur really lucky you might even see the flash of a smile as she goes!!!

some circumstances that might induce this flash of affection: her coronation, the momentary triumph she felt at the death of elaine (before realizing she'd eliminated a potential son there only to elevate the daughter), realizing that marian was so terrified of her she felt the need to run away (another short-lived joy when she came back w a son amira: this is why this family cannot have nice things!!!!), learning that she was with child, bearing a son, arthur's butchery at kil-kennar and roderick's subsequent fury at that side of the family, etc.

giving/receiving gifts

here's another contender!! amira grew up in abject poverty and so being showered in goodies???? unbelievable dream come true!! she doesn't suffer from any of godfrey's need for practicality: her love of excess matches that of her husband! shower her in gold and jewels, wine and dine her on the most exquisite feasts from a world away! any and all luxury is deeply appreciated!!! and honestly?? she doesn't fully get that not everyone feels the same??? i mean on one hand she does but like...that doesn't make sense. she knows what its like to go without!!! surely no one can possibly want that!!!

part of this, tho, does def highkey feed into her wish to project strength and power!!!!!! amira is here to show offffff!!!!!! she wants you to see that she's basking in untold wealth and could use it to crush you if you come at her!!!!!!! and that her loved ones are similarly safe via power!!!!!!!!

not unlike marian, actually, amira spends a loT of time maneuvering for ~her family and allies to get their due -- while elaine's faction or certainly marian's might say that things should be divvied up by, say, individual brother, amira will argue (since she has only two and not seven) that the loot ought to be divided into thirds and from there doled out to each family. and she does this to prop herself up, sure, but she also does this out of love!!!!!! edmund does not have the sheer number of allies that arthur has, and so his need of wealth/wealthy supporters she perceives as greater, and so forth.

amira also views this as seeing to her loved ones' needs. when she rains tiltes and land and wealth upon them, she's caring for them, so this to her is ~also an act of service lakjsdfkljsdf

quality time

so we're back to me going hmmm idk that this is her thing!! like sure she doesn't ~mind their presence but like??? what you just...wanna be over there??? like...we could be conquering smth rn???? godfrey, you wanna read a book or, tristan, play a game???? what is the point?????? amira, whose only living loved ones all happen to be male: 'men are so emotional'

i do also feel like amira is pr closed off emotionally (ok, i ~know she is), and like she needs a break from being around ~anyone~ bc she's wearing that mask all the time and it is EXHAUSTING and this is less introversion as fully...dysfunctional ngl

when she's feeling more happy/settled tho you can def get her to agree to a chill hang out sesh if she loves you!! she wiLL be cheating when you play cards so she can swindle you and mock you for losing to her tho!! but this time good naturedly ladkjsfskjldf

i do feel like her inability to participate here does come out of, again, that fear that she's got constantly nagging her -- she cannot let down like that!! cannot rest that long!!! she's got to keep fighting fighting fighting!!!! u nfortunately like...this is the shit that she has in common w our buddy roderick likE this is the thing they're bonded toxically on like???? GOTTA RAMPAGE they feed e/o w that its super healthy /sarcasm

acts of service 

ok so as i mentioned above, her wheeling and dealing to get her loved ones titltes and honors and stuff is her being nurturing!!!! she would argue that she is GREAT at acts of service and does this all! of! the! time! this is however factually incorrect lbr she'd be annoyed if you asked her to pass you smth if she were in the wrong mood lakjsdfklsdjf like!!!!!! she's like 'i got everything i have -- and everything you have too -- by my own hard work. grab that pencil by your own damn self' to her four year old probably SCREAM but yeah!! if you ask ~her she does this alllll the timeeeeee!!! and fully believes it too!!!

so ive mentioned this a few times here and there but amira truly believes that she is the sole reason her family isn't starving rn and like she does everything for this family!!!!!! and none of them appreciate it the way they should!!!!1 but she's the ONLY one who sees the truth and isn't resting on her laurels and they just keep chomping at her going MORE MORE MORE and like...this is not true honestly but that's her perception of events and she's sick and TIRED of it!!! lakjdsflkjd but also she wiLL complain frequently but she will NOT eveR stop tryna advance her family!!!!! no matter how frequently she threatens to leave them on their own in all this lkajsdfjklsdf

[sheinthatfandom]

Well some good news we were able to get our covid shots and with the good rx discounts and the pharmacist doing a solid on that using the cheapest option she could it still cost a lot but not $600 so that’s good but we were also able to get free flu shots cause she had vouchers for us (I hope her pillow is always cool that her plate bank account and gas tank is always full)

Beanie is donen for a nap now and we both got the double bandaids lol

Debating if I should put the photo under the cut or not but

other personal stuff under the cut

I started selling off some of my hellaverse pin collection the ones I’m most ready to part with. I was hoping to not have to just yet but the pins I made aren’t moving and I just can’t put more money into making my own pins if they’re not selling. It sucks to get rid of something I was so obsessed with but our health was more important. Beanie is just glad the person I sold the pins to didn’t want the lenticular one she loves. Hubby’s court case is coming up we thought it was the one with the social security disability but it’s the one against his job for basically going to the doc and having him say he can go back to work before he ever even had his appointment which is illegal but the lawyer said to not expect much from this first hearing it’s an establishing one. His ss diability case isn’t even until next year and that’s got me worried.

Also idk what happened but on insta a lot of my friends are now sending me I love you and I’m glad you’re here messages and it’s nice but also I’m like not all of ya’ll are on tumblr so like how’d you know I was feeling some type of way or is it just a nice message and you thought let me send it to Loren.

I’m almost done with the zelda game im really enjoying it and it was so nice to have something fun and positive to focus on. Unfortunately now my thoughts are gonna go back to the uncertainty of this next term and to a lesser extent the anxiety over the in-law Xmas party. For the most part I expect everyone to behave but there’s 2 one that’s for sure coming and one that might not come who might say some shit and start some shit and I might hit them with a crock pot………. We’ll see how this goes.

Beanies just so excited about seeing her cousins and I don’t wanna take this away from her. The kids are fine honestly they’re good kids it’s some of the parents.

So yeah I’m trying to focus on positives my brain is already like words are hard again so no clue when the two fics I was actively working on will be finished especially while I’m also trying to download my fics and fics from other authors I’ve enjoyed cause again who knows

[black-sapphire57]

HELLO. FINALLY AN ACCOUNT ABOUT URD GEALES. PLS TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT THIS KING LIKE… i love him

OMG!! I LIKE….LOVE HIM SO MUCH.🤩

Ever since his first appearance in chapter 42, it was like love at first sight. I think I was 10 or 11, I thought I’d get over my childhood crush but Noooope as I grew up. Even as an adult I Still love ❤️ him so much. I remember when I first came into the fandom a few years ago, no one really spoke about him or felt the way I did, after he appeared again and Kagami generously gave us more info about him and his insufferable brother, the fandom kinda lit up with him. So I’m so happy right now cause Honestly he deserves the recognition. Im literally on edge every chapter waiting so desperately to see him. Also, if he was real I would stowaway my broke ass to Russia just to see him! And I would call that desperate obsession calls for desperate measures! XD

I could talk about my hubby more but I just wanna keep this post short. Thank you so much for asking me this!! It reminds me that there are still some Urdie fans out there!♥️🥹

Pls feel free to ask me anything else!❤️

[kamiversee]

i’m still recovering from all the feels from that last chapter 😭😭 too busy kicking my feet to yap!!! but it’s comin’, i promise 👀

Kami i loved that chapter so much wtf 😭😭😭😭 since you said it’s only one of your fav chapters, which ones would you consider your top 5?

also on the topic of delulu endings, my delulu ending is that Gojo’s obsession runs too deep and he realizes he can’t actually let the reader go while the reader is completely oblivious and in cloud 9 with Choso 🌝

-☃️

OKAY IGU. This took a minute because I like a lot of chapters but here’s my top 5 & why;

Chapter 4, the sexual tension between Gojo & the reader & then the reader & Suguru was just CHEFS KISS UGH. I loved writing it & it’s deff one of my favs (im also bias bc my hubbys in tht chapter💀)

Chapter 29, Every second of this chapter lives in the center of my heart. The music choices, the dancing, the dialogue. EVERYTHING. I LOVE this chapter soooo fuckin much😩

Chapter 32, again with sexual tension, I just have a thing for it okay? & the tension between her & sukuna was literally everything. Something about the lil scene where she’s putting cream over his bruise is just so cute to me too idk why but I like it a lot ^.^

Chapter 38, the angst was MWAH. I loved it sm, Choso’s confession was wonderful & I adore how he uses art to explain it as best he can + how vulnerable he was seeing as he felt like he alr fucked up for not confessing sooner 🥹

And then the most recent because the reader is allowing herself to sink into her feelings for once & isn’t confused or hurt about anything for like the first time since the fic started😭

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Anywho HELP OBSESSIVE GOJO CONING TO RUIN THEIR RELATIONSHIP? Haha, writing tht down now. /j

[gyu-dloml]

okay now im shamelessly going to ask for ONE MORE PART OF ME W MY 3 SONS AD 3 HUSBANDS!!!! no but fr u are insane for writing yet another masterpiece, you have contributed to my ever increasing baby fever (and svt as hubby's obsession) i loved everything about this so thank you so much >.< it's time to read both the parts again <333

ah! love - 2

genres: married life au, family au, fluff, comedy [best friends to lovers?] relationship: husbands 95 line x reader (feat. baby doremi line) words: 3.4k warnings and notes: mentions of alcohol; coarse language. y'all wanted more and so did I. any stuff in this au will likely not be chronological. I literally had to think about how to tell a kid they're adopted for this it sucked. (I still love it)

part 1 of ah! love

Seungkwan learns a new word.

Seungkwan, like all other five (and a half!) year-olds, knows everything.

He knows how to cook eggs and how many sides an octagon has. He knows to always ask papa Jeonghan for extra sweets because he's the only one who ever says yes after you've said no. (His other parents also say yes, sometimes, if you've left the room, but Jeonghan is always the fastest to cave.) He knows Chan is a baby who doesn't know anything. 

And he knows he and Vernon are The Twins.

Because when it's time for dinner, and Seungkwan is playing with Vernon in their room, papa Joshua always asks you, "Can you grab the twins?"

When papa Seungcheol comes home from (well, hm, maybe Seungkwan doesn't know everything) wherever he goes when they go to kindergarten, he kisses you on the cheek in the entryway, kicks off his shoes, then crouches down, arms open and awaiting for Seungkwan and Vernon to barrel into them, and growls happily, "There are my twins!" 

And when he found you in the kitchen one night, while you were sitting on the counter (which is not allowed!!), with papa Jeonghan standing between your legs for reasons unclear to Seungkwan, you both looked surprised. Seungkwan concluded this was because papa Jeonghan had just whispered, "The twins are asleep," and Seungkwan was, in fact, not. 

Which is why he scoffs at the older girl who came up to him and Vernon on the playground. Vernon is busy building his sand tunnels, but the girl has Seungkwan's full attention.

"You are not twins," she says.

"Yes we are."

She is unrelenting. "No. My big brothers are twins, and they look exactly the same."

Seungkwan looks over at Vernon, who's now mixing wet sand and dry sand into a big ol' pile of sand soup. They don't look alike at all, he knows. His hair is black, and Vernon's is brown. His cheeks are rounder — sometimes you pretend to bite into them before planting a kiss — while Vernon's are a bit pinker.

"We are twins," Seungkwan says again, because maybe not all twins are like her big brothers. Maybe some twins are like him and Vernon.

Besides, his papas say they're twins. Why wouldn't they be?

The girl crosses her arms. "My big brothers have the same birthday."

Seungkwan is about to bite back, say something like maybe not all twins have the same birthday, meanie! but Vernon waves his hand in the air, yelling out, "Ms Han!" 

Their teacher comes over, bending and putting her hands on her knees as she asks Vernon what's going on.

He points at the girl. "She's saying we're not twins because we don't have the same birthday."

"Oh." Ms Han scratches the back of her neck, "Well, sweetie, the thing is…"

⭒

Jeonghan's shaky eyes glance at the rear-view mirror again, half checking for cars and half checking up on the babies in the back seat.

Seungkwan has been quiet the entire eight minutes they've been driving, which might be normal if he was any kindergartner other than Seungkwan. Vernon can get talkative too, but right now he's completely silent, immersed in squishing and un-squishing his favourite toy — a plushie shaped like a baked bean (Jeonghan has no idea where you found that thing or why Vernon is obsessed with it) — between his tiny fingers. 

Of course, Jeonghan had to be the one on pick-up duty the day one of their teachers finally gave them the whole, you may have to explain adoption talk. 

"So," he says, awkward, trying to smile. "How was school?"

Vernon squeezes his toy again. "It was," he says, and nothing else.

God, Jeonghan needs backup.

As soon as Jeonghan pulls up to the house, unbuckles the twins from their booster seats, and ushers them inside, Vernon pulls off his shoes and dashes into the house — to you, Jeonghan is sure. Vernon doesn't play favourites except that he does.

Seungkwan, though, looks up at Jeonghan and tugs his pant leg, saying, "Papa Shua wants to talk to you in his room."

Which isn't true, of course; Seungkwan hasn't been all of thirty seconds in the house, and Joshua isn't even home, out on an errand. But Jeonghan can take a social cue, even if it is from a five year old. As he climbs the stairs, he pulls out his phone and messages the guys to try to come home as soon as they can.

⭒

You're reading to Chan on the living room couch, him tucked under your left arm and a quiet Vernon who's wormed his way under your right arm clutching your shirt like you're both afloat in open water, when Seungkwan walks up, climbs onto your lap, (shoving the book out of the way in the process,) and presses his face into your stomach. He mumbles something you can't quite hear.

You chuckle, bringing a hand up to run over his soft hair. "What's that, baby?"

Slowly, he lifts his head, his eyelids low with the gaze of a war-hardened veteran. "They're lying," he says, no nonsense in sight.

Your hand pauses. "Huh?"

"We gotta leave. They lied. Could be lying about anything."

You try to smile past the confusion. "What do you mean?"

Seungkwan, sweet, adorable, chubby-cheeked Seungkwan whom you love with all your heart, fists the material of your top in both his hands, growling in a way you somehow know is protective. 

"We gotta get outta here."

⭒-⭒-⭒

"Please get me out of here."

Joshua snorted at your plea, his voice soft and teasing through the phone. “What happened to ‘living out your twenties’?”

You let your eyes roam over your surroundings — a house party (a frat one in particular, you were pretty sure) with flashing coloured lights, late 2000’s top 40 songs, and what must've been over a hundred drunken 18-22 year olds. A haze hung in the air that smelled like the unholy combination of cotton candy, root beer, green apple, and skunk. A younger friend you’d made at your internship had invited you, but they were nowhere to be seen.

“I take it back,” you said, walking through the house in search of your friend. “I’m old now. I’m a hermit.”

“You’re not old.”

You scoffed. “You’re only saying that because you don’t wanna admit you’re old.”

“No, I’m serious,” Joshua argued, though you could tell he was smiling as he spoke. “We’re only like a quarter of the way through our lives— there’s still so much ahead.”

“Okay Socrates, whatever.” You pulled your phone away from your ear when you felt it vibrate. Your friend answered your last message, telling you they were heading home to take care of another friend they trust, and that they’d text you when they got there. “I’m just trying to get out of here so I can go home, steep a nice cup of decaf tea, and, I dunno, take up knitting or something. Granny style.”

Some shuffling happened on the other end of the line, and you thought you heard Joshua say something, but not to you.

“Anyway,” you sighed, winding your way through the crowd to finally leave that steam room of a house party. “I just called to complain. I’m gonna call a taxi.”

“Don’t bother. I’m on my way.”

You paused, your hand on a stair railing. “What?”

“I’m coming to pick you up,” Joshua spoke with all the nonchalance of someone ordering coffee.

Glancing at your phone screen, you countered with, “It’s almost midnight.”

“Yeah, well, I’m already driving, so it’d actually be more inconsiderate of you to tell me to turn around if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“Joshua…”

"Shush," he tutted. "Just stay on the line with me until I get there. And drink some water if you can." There was a pause as you heard noises through the phone. Joshua added, "But only if you find a sealed water bottle, or pour the water yourself."

You finally reached the front entrance, content to wait outdoors for your unexpected ride since the weather wasn't too bad. "Do I sound drunk to you?"

"You didn't drink?"

"I mean, I had one," you said with a shrug he couldn't even see. 

"Well maybe that explains why you're not having a good time."

"You're such a bad influence, Shua."

"Saying that to your designated driver is so rude, just so you know."

"I didn't ask you to DD!"

Joshua sighed playfully. "Yeah, yeah. As if you don't know we'd do anything for you."

Mouth open, you fumbled with what words to say in your head.

Did you know that? Maybe you did.

You knew that if you and Joshua had switched places, you would've done exactly the same thing he was doing now.

And why did he say "we"?

Before you could vocalize anything, Joshua said, "I see you. Turn around."

And there it was— Joshua's tiny, bright blue hatchback, affectionately dubbed the Blueberry by you and your three boys.

Speaking of whom…

"Jeonghan?" You blinked at the man in the passenger seat when he rolled down the window.

"Hey, devil," he let the nickname fall from his lips with a smirk. It was a new one, this moniker for you, his payback for you jokingly calling him an angel. He jerked his head in a gesture towards the back seat. "We're busting you out of this joint."

You huffed out a laugh at his joke, yanking open the back door of the Blueberry. Immediately, a pair of large, grabby hands pulled you inside. "Whoa— Seungcheol, you too?"

Too tired apparently to answer with words, Seungcheol only nodded, reaching over your shoulder to take your seatbelt, extend it over you, and buckle it in. He settled back down in the middle seat rather than the more spacious one on the other side of the car. Closing his eyes and crossing his arms, he relaxed his entire body and let his head fall onto your shoulder, all without a word.

"Were you asleep?" you asked him quietly as Joshua pulled away from the curb.

Seungcheol just breathed in deeply and leaned more of his weight on you.

"Guys…" You turned your attention to the two boys in front. "You didn't have to drag him along too. Did you wake him up for this?"

Joshua scoffed. "As if. You think I'd poke a sleeping bear on purpose?"

Twisting in his seat to face you, Jeonghan smiled in that sweet yet devious way you like so much. "He was worried about you all night, devil. Paced around the apartment for two hours, going on and on about 'kids these days' before he tired himself out and zonked on the couch. We tried to leave quietly, but he woke up and insisted on coming once he found out it was you on the phone."

"Oh," you said at the same time you thought you heard Seungcheol mumble, "Shut up."

You softly patted Seungcheol's arm, your fingers brushing against his with the way his hands were wrapped around his own biceps. "You know I can take care of myself, right?"

Seungcheol didn't answer, as you should've expected. Eyes still closed, he just flexed his fingers to hook one around your pinky and keep your hand where it was.

Meeting your eyes in the rear-view mirror, Joshua said, "We'd better get him home before he actually falls asleep back there. No way am I carrying him up the stairs."

"What do ya say, devil?" Jeonghan prompted. "Sleepover at ours?"

You smiled. "How could I ever say no to you guys?"

⭒-⭒-⭒

"Seungkwan," you say softly, a little bit confused and a little bit amused. "Who's lying?"

He sits up on your lap and cups both his hands around his mouth, only to not-really-whisper, "Parents."

"Me?" You point at yourself.

"Nooooooo!" Seungkwan whines with a pout, putting his hands on your shoulders. "Our other parents!"

You think about how Jeonghan was the one who went to pick up the boys from kindergarten... and how he's nowhere in sight now. "Papa Jeonghan is lying?"

Seungkwan nods emphatically, and to your surprise, Vernon nods too at your side. Chan sits in rapt attention of his older brother, who is probably blowing his four year old mind.

"And papa Shua," Seungkwan adds. "And papa Seungcheol."

You furrow your brows and tilt your head. "What are they lying about?"

"They said we are twins," Seungkwan finally reveals, and it starts to dawn on you. His words become frantic, voice wavering. "But Ms Han said we can't be twins because we have different birthdays, so we can't be twins bio-- bio--" He hiccups. "--logically."

"That's a big word," you say, because it's a struggle to respond with anything else right away. What-- Ms Han is teaching biology now?

Vernon gets out from under your arm and sits on his knees beside you on the couch. He holds up his hand for a high five. "Biologically."

Still a bit shocked, you high five him, then Seungkwan when he also puts his hand up. To be fair, that's what you do when they learn new, long words. The tears brimming in Seungkwan's eyes shouldn't deter learning encouragement, right?

"That's why we gotta go." Seungkwan sniffles. "Maybe they lie to you also. Maybe they are not biologically your husbands!"

God-- the parenting books don't teach shit like this.

"Seungkwan..." you start, though you don't know how to form the next sentence.

Vernon takes your hand and wraps all his tiny fingers around it. "Let's run away," he says with a determined nod, like a secret lover in a fairy tale.

Chan's eyes widen, and he throws himself around your middle. "I gonna save you!"

"Boys-- Wait--"

The front door bursts open to reveal a dishevelled Seungcheol. His hair is wild and fluffy, his tie loosened, and his suit jacket is in his hand rather than worn. He's barely thrown his shoes off by the time his catches sight of Seungkwan's teary eyes and your slightly-panicked expression. Immediately, he jogs towards the couch in, to you, obvious concern. "What's going on--"

But before he can get too close, Seungkwan lets out a terrified, demon-like shriek. He picks up the closest item -- the storybook you'd been reading to Chan -- and chucks it as hard as he can towards your husband.

It only hits the floor at Seungcheol's feet, but it causes him to freeze. He gawks at the book, then raises his head to look at you and the way your boys have all wrapped their little arms as tight as they can around whatever parts of you they can reach, their heads tucked in, hiding.

You can see it in his eyes-- him registering that they're scared of him.

"I--" His expression tightens, lips pressing together to stop from quivering.

From seemingly nowhere, Jeonghan appears, putting a comforting hand on Seungcheol's arm and pulling him out of the room. He whispers, "Let's give them a minute."

Both your husbands make eye contact with you as you tentatively hug your sons, and you nod, silently letting them know that you'll be okay.

("What the hell was that?" Seungcheol whispers harshly as soon as he and Jeonghan make it upstairs. "You said to come home ASAP-- I thought someone got hurt!"

Jeonghan crosses his arms. "Why wouldn't I just say someone was hurt?"

"You have got to be clearer in your texts.")

"Seungkwan." You readjust your body, trying not to jostle your sons too much. "Seungkwan, baby, can you look at me please?"

He lifts his head to meet your eyes.

"Did Ms Han tell you what 'biologically' means?"

Seungkwan's face scrunches up as he tries to find an answer to your question, and in that moment, Vernon sits up. "Real," he says.

"Now, that's not quite right," you tell them, and at that, all three of your boys look at you for an explanation. "A 'biological parent' is one of two people who made a baby, and that is their 'biological child."

The boys stay quiet, taking in the information. Thank goodness-- you don't want to have to skirt around the topic of "making" children.

"Biological twins," you continue, "are when two babies are made together, at the same time. Which is why they have the same birthday."

"We are not twins," Vernon reaffirms.

"That's right."

Seungkwan frowns. "Why do you call us 'the twins'?"

"It's just a nickname, sweetie. You and Vernon were born in the same year, and you do everything together, so for me and your other parents, you are kind of like twins." You smile. "Do you want us to stop calling you that? It's okay if you don't like it."

Putting a hand on his chin, Seungkwan ponders seriously for more than a few seconds.

"You can always change your mind at any time, okay?" you say, and he nods, continuing to think.

Chan tugs at your sleeve, and you turn to him. "Are you bio...ly marry?"

You chuckle. "No. Marriage is a little different-- your papas and I decided we wanted to be a family, so we chose each other, and to stay together. And now..." You boop Chan's nose, then Seungkwan's then Vernon's. "...you boys are part of our family, too."

Vernon perks up. "Did you choose us too?"

"Yup." You reach up a hand to ruffle through his brown hair. "And you know what? That makes you special. I may not be your biological parent, but I chose you three to be my sons, and I love you so much. That makes me your parent, don't you think?"

All three boys nod, Vernon still beaming, and Chan's hands clutching your sleeve. Seungkwan relaxes in your lap.

You hear the sound of the front door opening again, and, much slower than the last person, Joshua enters the house with two bags full of groceries. Chan pushes himself off you and slides off the couch to run towards Joshua, bouncing in front of him with his arms in the air. "Uppies."

Without a second beat, Joshua puts down the grocery bags on the bench by the door and scoops Chan into his arms. He walks up to the couch. "I just got Jeonghan's text. What's going on?"

You just smile and shake your head, taking one of Seungkwan's and Vernon's hands in each of yours. "And you know your papas love you more than anything too, right?"

While the boys nod, Joshua just blinks, totally lost. Chan hugs him tighter.

"I bet Seungcheol is a little bit sad about how you guys acted when he got home--"

Seungkwan pouts and drops his head. "I'm sorry..."

You squeeze his hand. "You don't have to be sorry, baby." You tighten your hand around Vernon's as well. "Either of you. You didn't understand something and it made you scared. That's okay. But now Seungcheol might not understand something, so we should help him, right?"

"How?" Vernon asks.

You tap your chin and look upwards, pretending to think. "Hmmm... How about we go upstairs and give him a biiiiiig hug!"

It turns out to be a great idea, because you find Seungcheol in his room, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking desolate. Seungkwan and Chan climb him like monkeys, though, and they wrap themselves around him, press kisses to his face, and as soon as you mouth to Seungcheol that you'll explain later, all is right in the world again.

There's no brighter a smile on Cheol's face than when he's with his sons.

You stand, watching, with your arms crossed, satisfied with the scene until Jeonghan comes up and stands next to you, mimicking your stance. You swat at his arm, to which he reacts with such a pained facial expression, you'd think you just cut it off.

"I cannot believe you abandoned me to deal with that on my own!"

"Hey! I called for backup, didn't I?"

You roll your eyes. "A load of good that did."

"Aw, c'mon, devil..." Jeonghan slides closer to you, then wraps his arms around you and leans in to press his lips to your cheek. "Can I kiss it better?"

⭒

Joshua watches you and the twins run into Seungcheol's room with no further explanation, and he turns his attention to the youngest in his arms. "You wouldn't happen to know what's going on, would you?"

Chan shakes his head. "I'm four."

"Right."

[nctsplug02]

Jaehyun and reader with big tits??? He has a breast obsession and literally worships her boobies... Im dying for something like that pls :')

his girls//jeong.j

genre: fluff and smut

warnings: reader w/big breasts, obsessed hubby!jaehyun, nipple sucking kink, nipple pinching, nipple twisting, mentions of fighting, public play and protectiveness.

jaehyun runs out the house when seeing you and your luggage— scratch that; your tits.

“ahh! my girls!” he squeals and picks you up, burying his face into your tits. “i— honey!” you mewl, holding onto his broad shoulders. “ah,” he sighs and sets you down. “oh, how i’ve missed you girls.” he cups your breasts and pouts.

“hello?! owner of those ‘girls’ is right here, waiting to be showered with kisses too?!” you mimic his voice when saying, girls.

“im sorry, i just missed them so much.” he cups your face and you scoff. “more than me?!” he presses his lips together and tilts his head side to side making you gasp. “i’m joking!” he presses his lips onto yours before you can even protest.

“i missed you both, equally.” you roll your eyes. “yeah, okay. now, bring my bag in.” you walk past him and he doesn’t say a thing, grabbing your bag in one go and running after you.

you walk out the bathroom next to the upstairs and you sigh.

you walk towards where the couch was aiming and you stand in front of him. running your hands down your curves and crossing your legs.

he looks up and smirks. “so?” you ask, fiddling with the fabric.

your dress was a basic dress. dark red with sparkles on it and it was thigh length. the sleeves were lace and poofy and the tape on your thighs held the dress in place.

“fuck, i could rip that off you, right now.” your cheeks start to burn. “that’s.. a compliment i wasn’t expecting. but, thank you.” you giggle and he sits up, pulling at your waist and hissing at the sight of your tits hanging above his eyes.

“since you’re going out like this,” he moves you back a bit before standing up. “let me go get my rings.” he goes to shift you to the side so he could walk past you but you stop him. “wait— rings? why?” he grins while staring down at you. “so, when we go out, whoever tries to hit on you or tries to touch you, they’re gonna get,” he clicks his tongue while throwing his fists around and a smile grows on your lips.

“sure, they can stare and compliment because i agree with them, you’re so sexy in that outfit. like, look at how pretty my girls look.” he frowns and cups your breasts making you slap his hand.

“stop touching your ‘girls’.” you mimic his voice again and he pouts a little. “fine, but when we get home. i get to touch them whenever i want.” you sigh, nodding. “yes!” the man cheers and jabs the air. “i am so done with you.” you grab your bag.

KKKSSSSHHHHHHRRRR!!

you groan when feeling something lick your nipples, it felt.. wet?

wait, nipples? wet?

you lift your head off the pillow to see your husband licking.. whipped cream off your nipples. “babe?” he hums, too busy to talk. “what are you doing and why is there whipped cream on my nipples? and, what time is it?”

he sucks on your nipple and pulls away, tugging at the bud. “ahh, you fucker!” you hiss, pushing his head away. “sorry,” he apologizes and licks his fingers and the rims of his lips. “it’s currently 2:37, right now. and, i was bored while waiting for you so, i ran to the store and got some whipped cream so i can eat it off your boobies.”

the man was straddling you with a goofy grin— and, with some whipped cream on his cheeks and chin. he had a big can of whipped cream in his hand as he explained.

“wait.. 2:37 in the morning or… afternoon?” you felt dizzy and like a hot mess. “afternoon, baby. you’ve been asleep since 4AM last night.” you groan at the heavy weight dragging your head down.

“i’ve got the worst hangover, ever!” you whine and jaehyun reaches over making the bed creak. “that’s why,” he removes your hands from your eyes and helps you up. “i got you some tylenol and a glass of water.” you roll your eyes, snatching the pills from him and the glass of water.

you shove the half empty glass back into his hand before falling back down. “i need to sleep, again.” you toss an arm over your forehead with a soft whimper.

“well,” jaehyun nervously chews on the inside of his cheek. “can i still eat the whipped cream off your boobies?”

���as long as you don’t bite, then yes.” jaehyun silently cheers and swirls another swirl onto your nipples.

“everyone,” renjun calls with mark on the side, face buried in his neck. “gather around! i want to get a picture of this unforgettable night.” everyone begins to gather around where renjun and mark stood.

“baby,” you turn and jaehyun pulls you in front of him. “hi, pretty.” he whispers while everyone gathers in front of the two of you. “hi— put your hands here.” you place his hands on your waist but he whines a bit before moving his hand to your breasts.

the way the camera was pointed clearly showed jaehyuns hands on your breasts. “hon, the camera is gonna take a picture soon so, you cannot have your hands directly on my breasts.” it takes jaehyun a few seconds before he slips his hands under your sweatshirt and under your bra.

your eyes slightly widen and renjun looks up from his—jaemins camera. “babe,” you say through your clenched jaw. “what? you said it couldn’t be directly on your boobs so, i’m thinking smarter.” he was right and you hated that he was so damn smart.

“the camera is gonna go off in five seconds so pose and smile!” renjun says, grabbing marks wrist and running with him towards the empty front area.

you could hear jaehyun going, eeee, behind you which made you laugh. it was adorable. he is adorable, especially when drunk.

CLICK! FLASH!

it all goes off at once.

“it’s gonna go off, again! different poses, everyone!” renjun shouts.

you go to move in a different pose but jaehyun stops you and keeps you in place. the second chime goes off, warning us that there’s only two seconds before—!

CLICK! FLASH!

it goes off and you yelp. you quickly turn and push jaehyun who bumped into johnny while laughing. “i’m gonna—?”

“last one, guys! let’s all do peace signs!” renjun says and everyone follows, besides you. you were busy fixing your bra before throwing up a peace sign.

CLICK! FLASH!

you turn around and throw a angry look at jaehyun who only laughs. “i’m sorry,” he goes to hug you but you huff and walk away to where the other girls were walking to.

“girl, whys jaehyun coming over here?” emma asks and you huff, again. “he nurpled me when we were taking pictures and he’s trying to apologize.”

jaehyun squats down in front of you. “i’m sorry for pinching your boobies, i didn’t mean to but.. i wanted to.” he shrugs and the girls around you laugh.

“fine, you’re.. forgiven.” he stands up and gives you a kiss. “i love you.” he whispers before walking away.

“never marry a man who is borderline obsessed with huge tits because he will never leave you alone— and by me, i mean your tits.” they laugh as you cup your chest.

you run to the door when hearing it swing open. “welcome—!” the door slams shut and a groan is heard from your husband. “i’ve had the worst day, ever!” jaehyun had a pout on his face while he kicked off his shoe and threw his briefcase.

“oh, baby.” you coo with open arms. “come on, let’s go talk about it.” he walks into your open arms and jumps. “oh, shit!” you grunt and catch his thighs as he wraps his legs around your waist.

your legs wobble as you carry him upstairs and into the bedroom. “oh.. my.. god.” you heave, climbing off him and plopping next to him. “oh!“ you groan as he climbs on top of you and whines.

he sits up and pulls off your shirt, letting your breasts spill freely. “babe?!” you squeal and he drops dead back onto you. his face in your breasts and his hands squeezing them to cover the sides of his ears.

“our sales stocks today sucked, they sent in the wrong product and we had to send it back but they made us take so long and they made us sign so many forms!” jaehyun rants into the valley of your breasts.

“okay, okay. i said for us to talk, not you and my boobs?!” he lifts his head slightly and glares at you. “i’m busy having a conversation right now so, if you could just wait a moment.” he drops his head back down and continues his conversation.

“and, then becky decided that she wanted to buy everyone coffee but once it came, her card was declined!” he wails into your chest. “i know, right! like, why would you order so much coffee only to not have enough. and, i had to pay for it because im an amazing boss. but, i guess it’s fine.”

jaehyun looks up when hearing soft snores. you’re asleep.

“as i was saying,” he rolls his eyes and continues.

he had a lot to get off his chest.. to.. your chest?

[zutaralesbian]

Surprised people still get upset about this. I’m always seeing fans point out their past jealously and possessiveness and while that’s true and is a good argument no one ever talks about why ian and mickey would even want something else. That they’d be a in scenario where they’d go “hey hubby I want that guy over there see you later” or they’d flirt with someone else, give in to someone else’s flirting instead of saying “im married” , you know 😂 do people really picture mickey going out to pick up men while ians across the room doing the same ??? even if they weren’t jealous, it’s not realistic they’d ever choose someone else. And no one can explain it either, “they want to explore” ok but WHY. Lol. but hey isn’t that what canon even says, that they’d only ever do this together, and they can’t be friends/ever see the people again. They even visible got uncomfortable at just the thought of the other alone with guys. To me that’s not at all about wanting anyone else and being ok with their husband doing so you know. I think it was clearly made out to be some misjudgment and funny “idiot” behavior. And while that’s just as annoying, I don’t think it’s so far fetched to say they thought this could be something fun cause it’d be completely about them just to realize that yes they prefer not to do it again. (Which they cannonly dont). I truly don’t think it’s anything to sweat now.

Yeah, agreed. I may think the episode was stupid and ooc but even through the mess, it never gave me the impression that they wanted to fuck anyone instead of each other. And if they did it, it would only be when they’re together.

It’s been made pretty clear throughout the show that they are obsessed with each other and would choose the other over everyone else, no contest. At the end of the day I just chalk it up to the writers once again fucking over characters to suit their “comedy” purposes.

[jonny-versace]

got tagged by the hubby @keepersofmyheart so let's do it to it shall we?

Top three ships: see below but, in order

1) robron

2) Aaron x Robert

3) RobRon

First ever ship: I don't really ship and never have (those two are very much the exception to the rule) and I find myself ever increasingly averse to the concept but I will say one couple I adored together were Tara and Willow from Buffy, something about seeing queer women who I loved individually together in the early naughties meant a lot to gayby me (also ditto on chrolli but I fully know now that I less loved them together and more loved objectifying them)

Last song: I listen to SO much music so this is impossible for me to remember but a song I'm obsessed with atm is "Miles & Miles" by YACHT. It's like this insane combination of like a dozen different styles in this incredible 8 minute package

also shout out to "Pray for the reboot" by Joywave, a gorgeous cut from the latest album

Currently reading: honestly still trying to chip away at the fic backlog. the problem with me is (5/600) with multichapter fics, I can't just read the update, I have to read from chapter 1 again, which is a problem when the chapter numbers get up there, and there's a fuckton of mutlichapters going currently which Im blessed moved grateful for, it's just taking me time, so @ authors I promise I will get to you

Last film: I don't really watch films so I can't be sure but I THINK it was Hannibal, or maybe Red Dragon. one of the Lector films. or maybe something MCU.

Currently watching: so much. varying robron eras, it's always sunny, 30 rock, Frasier, Yellowjackets again. been feeling a Buffy rewatch brewing for a while too

Current craving: wine and beer, not necessarily in that order, but I've got the latter at least

I taaaaaag @rememberingthesugden-dingles @tonyspegasus @accordinglyskeptical @robron-til-the-end-of-time and @starwitness42, and as usual if you don't do this I'll spiral into a depression over being ignored. don't want that on your conscious do you? thought not

[hariosborn]

 sirius black fic rec list!!

okay but imagine having sirius black fall in love with you...a concept 😌

the feeling that we’re meeting again by @writesowhatnext

cross house relationships!!!!! literally yall are missing out if you project yourself into the same house as your lover!! you’re missing out on the tension, the passion, the romance!!! and once you get out of hogwarts and that tension is still there!!! post hogwarts sirius!!! hes so hot!!! and grumpy >:) you can never go wrong with slowburn fics!! 

the risk of love by @with1love1anu

ive been following anu for foreeeeeever and she never fails!! her writing is always so good and shes one of my favorite marauders era writers <33 you’ll see as you go down this list - but i love pining fics like im obsesssssed!! ooo and this one has a hint of best friend james and it just makes the story 10x better! 

breakfast in bed by @wondernimbus

when authors are 14 years old but can write flawlessly even though i struggle doing simple short stories in english class 😘not but fr ysa is such a good writer xx. breakfast in bed! what would yall eat 🤔if we’re talking abt english food (like food from england) idk what they eat over there tbh but i would pick roasted potatoes and waffles for breakfast :) wait actually no i wouldn’t, id probably do french toast with powdered sugar, strawberries, and french fries. ik it sounds weird but i had that the other day and i teared up, it tasted so good. but in this fic they have something even better!! have you ever wondered what it would be like to have toast, strawberry flavored muffins, and fruit for breakfast, all from the comfort of your bed, with the one and only sirius black? well look no further bc this fic has that and everything more!! 

godmother by @blisfvll

jen does it again!! coming through with the godmother!reader x godfather!sirius fics <33 (shes on this list three times bc she just writes so much good sirius content 😫) not to be morbid but when im gone i want someone to talk abt me the way sirius talks about the reader 😔i just love the way the sirius talked about her so lovingly and treated her like this ethereal being and painted her like this angel bc that must be so comforting for harry knowing that not only are his parents looking after him but his angel of a godmother is too ♥︎

oh shit + pt2 by @im-a-writer-right 

big brother remus am i right! as the oldest child, i love reading fics where im the younger sibling bc i just want someone to be able to look after me and care for me and be protective abt who i date bc they’re like “ i just don’t want you to get hurt” 😔 but anyways - this was a rlly cute and funny fic! i love snarky sirius and butthead james and overprotective remus and scared of falling for her brothers best friend reader :) if you like those all too you should read this one 😌

warnings by @blisfvll  

i felt like i was watching a short film! i loved this one! its so well written that you can like watch the play by play of everything happening in your head, like its sooo good! im sorry i keep putting so many angsty fics on this list 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 they’re just all so beautifully written and jen is such an amazing writer <33 

just a natural fact by @iliveiloveiwrite 

MILLIE!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!! guys if you are not following millie pls do i freaking love her sh*t and shes so far been on every fic rec list ive made :)) back to the review tho! im a very big fan of those timeskip fics like where theres a scenario for every year at hogwarts - and this one is one of those and i just - AGHHHGH!!! idk if this counts as a slowburn but like as someone who injects themself into the hogwarts timeline and pretends to be studying for her NEWTS when shes really doing AP work - i love reading about study sessions w remus where sirius tries to interject himself so he can be close to you 😊i dont want to spoil anything but like the tagline “Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break.” RUINED ME!! and you know what! i’ll do it again! i will read this fic and let it ruin me three more times and ten more times and however many i feel like! so yes, if you couldn’t tell, i love this one, and you guys should totally read it

die for you by @blisfvll 

i like to torture myself with sad fics so now im passing them along to you so we can all cry together ;( domestic life with sirius is something so very personal to me 😌so ofc i jumped at the idea of being harry’s godparent along w hubby sirius! but do not be fooled by my review - this one is sad - but its totally worth it!!! the things we do for baby harry am i right?? i am right 😌

wrapped around my finger by @remusishotterthansirius

jealous sirius jealous sirius jealous sirius!! oooo and when he growls >:)) i love the idea of being like this unattainable magical being in sirius’s eyes and you’re just like completely unaware of his feelings and it just adds to the mystery about you like imagine him sitting with the marauders by the black lake and him picking at a flower being like “she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not” and then him being all sad and pouty once the petals are all gone and he was left with ‘she loves me not’ :(( but  n e  ways - this was so cute and so masterfully written and i just love everything this author puts out so do not be surprised if you see at least one of their works on every single one of my hp fic rec lists >:))

misunderstandings by @imagineitup

oof this one really played with my heart! you know those fics where someones feelings are painfully obvious and you just want the other person to finally realize so they can both be put out of their misery and then go on to have this cute relationship BUT NONE OF THAT CAN HAPPEN UNTIL THEY COME TO THE REALIZATION THAT THEY ARE CAPABLE OF BEING LOVED!!! i love those fics and this is one of them :)))

thats all for my recs! sorry this ones so short - ive been drifting in and out of life, and school has been hard for me. there was a lot more to this list but a lot of my favorite writers have left tumblr so i dont have as much to share w yall 😔and theres obviously so many more amazing writers out there, im just sharing what i know! i’m thinking of just finishing up the other fic rec lists i have and then im going to move over to anime recs! ive been obsessed w haikyuu lately and theres a lot of fics i want to share with others - so if you guys don’t stick around for that i totally understand - but don’t worry im not making that switch till much later ✌🏼love you all so much! hope you’re all taking care of yourself, but dont worry if you’re not, its always a process so don’t put too much pressure on yourself to get stuff done and make sure to celebrate what you do get done! congratulate yourself when no one else will, and remember i’ll always be in your corner cheering you on! 

happy reading!

- love, hari !!

[crybabykiko]

AND for the FMK! Also I’m excluding my hubbies now because 🥺😱 okay so amongst Iwaizumi, Atsumu, and Osamu 😌 who do you think wants to f or m or k me 🤓 IM EXCITED AAA thanks daisy 🥰

ANA how did I miss this omfg I LOVE YOU MY QUEEN 💖🥺 enjoy this

Fuck: Miya Osamu

Said he was the better twin- and that better also applies to the bedroom. You had to test the theory, for science obviously. It’s pure research.

Marry: Iwaizumi Hajime

You’re one of those super hot fitness inspo couples on Instagram. He does a lot of workout plan videos, and you always showcase your meal prep and health snacking recipes. He’ll do little videos sometimes of himself doing push-ups with you on his back, and you always have him review and rate your kitchen creations. People are obsessed with you two- I am obsessed with you two.

Kill: Miya Atsumu

Doesn’t wanna kill you but he does wanna kill Osamu bc he got to you first and he’s a sore loser but also needs to calm down there’s no need to fight- ‘Samu can share... AGAIN, purely for science. 👀

Daisy’s 1.5k (requests closed)

[gingerwritess]

Hey Theo! I just wanted to asking you could write something with Elliot on a sugar high before bed and maybe Loki and Reader treat putting Elliot to sleep like a mission... and maybe a steamy end???????

actual content?? on this blog ??? it’s more likely than you think ;)

oh my GOSH this was so so hard to write y’all i have had writers block so badly lately so thank you for sticking around!

this has mentions of drinking in it, no drunkenness, just sipping drinks :) ps this didn’t follow the request exactly i’m SORRY but i definitely have elliot on a sugar high in here! + steamy middle, but it works…

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You’ve lost your babies.

One of whom is the father of your actual baby, but you’re fairly certain that he was the one who took the candy in the first place.

The giggles coming from the bathroom might be a good hint, so you peek your head in the dark little room to find two silhouettes sitting in the empty bathtub, doubled over with laughter.

“Shh!!”

More giggles, and you yank the shower curtain aside.

“And just what do you two think you’re doing?”

“Your son started it,” Loki blurts, shoving the bag of candy into Elliot’s lap—who just screeches and throws it right back at him.

“Nuh uh!! Mommy, that’s not true! He brought it to me, he said I could have it!”

The little finger in Loki’s face never wavers as Elliot clambers over Loki’s legs to stand, hastily wiping at the chocolate smeared across his mouth.

“Little silvertongue,” Loki mutters as he pulls himself to his feet. “This was your idea, Elliot, I suggested we invite your mother as well…”

Hands on your hips, you raise an eyebrow at your son. “Is that true?”

Elliot giggles and plants his hands on his hips, too, grinning up at your “strict” gaze.

“Nope!”

“What am I going to do with your father?”

“He needs a spanking,” Elliot giggles as you lift him out of the bathtub, smoothing out the red cape on his shoulders. “He’s been real bad.”

Loki lets out a snort. “Don’t get my hopes up, Elliot.”

“Huh?”

“Loki.” You smack him in the chest, only to receive a wink in return. “C’mon, you two. We were supposed to be there five minutes ago.”

“I’m still tempted to forbid you from leaving the house dressed like that, Elliot.” Climbing out of the bathtub, Loki heaves a great sigh and tosses Elliot his little foam mjolnir. “As adorable as you look, I’m still insulted.”

Elliot giggles, clambering onto the counter to adjust his feathered helmet in the mirror. “I was you last year, daddy, it’s uncle’s turn. Gotta share, ‘member?”

Clearly Loki still isn’t thrilled with the notion of his son dressing up as his infamous brother…but given the circumstances and Thor’s blatant adoration for his kid, he sighs and waves a hand at Elliot.

“Right as always, my liege.”

Elliot grins from his spot up on the counter, tossing the little hammer from hand to hand. His lips curl, dimples forming in his chubby little cheeks—you know that look. He’s plotting something, isn’t he?

“Kneel, daddy.”

“Excuse me?”

The little boy bursts into a fit of giggles, chucking the foam hammer at Loki—who only gasps and scoops him off the counter with one great big “oh, how dare you,” lugging the mini-god of thunder off to the car amidst many laughing squirms and shrieked protests.

Once you’re at the tower, Loki’s reminded of just how much much he dislikes these social events.

Elliot left the moment you were through the door, zooming off with mjolnir in the air, cape fluttering, yelling for his uncle—leaving Loki a tiny bit sour, his hand still reaching for Elliot’s, who’s practically teleported away.

You take it instead.

“He’ll be back.” You give his hand a squeeze. “Must just be really excited about the prospect of flying.”

“I can fly,” Loki says under his breath, shoulders dropping. “Maybe not in the same way as Thor, but I can.”

Your soothing, reassuring response is cut off by a clinking of metal near your feet—you glance down.

Morgan’s waddled her way in front of you.

“What in all Hel—”

“Loki!”

The little girl waves up at the two of you, a great big toothless smile on her face.

Under the gold horned helmet on her head, that is.

“I’m you!”

She pokes Loki in the thigh. “See? Look it, look it, I’m you! Mr. Loki of Ath-gard!”

Either Loki is about to laugh, or the Stark legacy is about to end sooner than expected.

“That’s an amazing costume, Morgan!” You quickly smile and give the horns on her little helmet a playful tug, a hand on Loki’s arm, just in case. “Why’d you want to be Loki? Not your dad or…anything else?”

“I wanted to be somethin’ scary for Halloween,” she explains, reaching into the leather pouch around her waist. “Somethin’ scary ‘n ugly that’ll make people scream! So my dad said I should be Mr. Loki. I like it.”

Finding whatever she was looking for, she grins and pulls out a little blue cube.

“Tesseract,” Loki croaks. “C-clever.”

Keep it together, Lokes; she said she liked it, right?

It’s…adorable, actually, the beaming little brunette swishing the green cape around her, a banana hanging off her hip—

“Wait, what’s the banana for?”

“Mom wouldn’t let me have a knife,” she sighs, lifting the cape for a better look at the banana.

Loki looks like he might throw up.

“What’d’ya think, Mr. Loki?”

Silence, and you nudge him in the arm, praying he’ll focus on the endearing part of the costume.

“It’s…clearly the best costume of the night.”

Oh, thank god.

Morgan lights up and squeals, and you give Loki’s hand another squeeze, silently thanking him for not ruining her spirits.

“It’s better than Elliot’s, too,” she decides, adjusting her helmet before spinning on her heel and bolting away, cape fluttering. “I gotta go show ‘im!!”

“Looks like you’ve got yourself a little admirer,” you remark with a grin, tugging Loki over towards the drinks. “Wonder how much candy she’s had.”

“None, if you can believe that.”

“Tony! Hey, the place looks great!”

You hug the billionaire, much to the chagrin of your husband behind you, tiredly requesting two drinks and downing his in one gulp.

“Stark,” he then smiles, setting down the cup and offering his hand. “Happy…Halloween.”

Nailed it. Look at him go, all social ‘n stuff.

“I haven’t seen Elliot,” Tony says, ignoring Loki’s extended hand and wrapping him in a tight hug. “What’s the little bugger gone as, this year?”

“A complete—buffoon—” Loki grunts and squirms away from the hug.

“He wanted to dress up as Thor.” Smacking Loki in the arm, you sigh and try to find your son, lost amidst a crowd of friends. “It’s really cute, he’s got a little hammer and cape! There he is.”

They follow your point to find Elliot perched on the arm of a couch, eagerly listening to Morgan explain every detail of her costume, from the tip of her horned helmet down to the contents of her little pouch—

The mock-tesseract, spare banana, and a bit of green colour-powder—which she promptly takes a handful of and blows in Elliot’s face.

“Boom! Magic!”

Your little boy is mesmerised.

“Elliot’s pretty calm for already having eaten half a bag of candy,” you point out, nudging Loki with your hip. “Thanks to this bad boy, that is.”

“Uh oh…” Tony grins, giving Loki a friendly punch on the shoulder. “Been naughty, Lokester? Careful…tonight’s the one night mommy and daddy don’t need an excuse for the screams, ‘f y’know what I mean.”

You snort into your drink, but Loki just dryly replies with a monotone “I use a spell, thanks,” and takes another sip.

“Someone needs to get into the spooky spirit,” Tony laughs, nudging you in the arm. “You better chain him up or somethin’, celebrate.”

“Yes, Tony, thank you for the sex advice,” you groan, pushing him away. He just gives a loud whoop and hurries off to go talk to the kids—probably a terrible idea.

Loki’s still quietly leaning against the bar, watching the kids laugh and sipping his drink.

Well…maybe Tony had a point.

He could use a bit of a pick me up. And it’s been a couple days, given Elliot’s recent obsession with space—that’s been requiring you and your hubby to spend your nights cuddled up with your son, illusions upon illusions of the universe sparkling across the ceiling.

Not that you could ever complain.

“So…” you sidle up close to him again and laying a hand on his chest. “Are we going to be needing chains tonight, love?”

Loki quirks an eyebrow. “Maybe something to tie you down, but I don’t think chains will be necessary.”

“Oh. Expecting me to cooperate, hm?”

A smile slowly spreads across his face. “Go ahead,” he murmurs, taking a slow sip and pointedly licking his lips. “Don’t cooperate, see what happens.”

“Maybe I will,” you hum, a hand slipping up to take the drink from his hand and set it aside, turning his face to yours. “Hey.”

He looks at you, eyes tired but twinkling.

“Hey.”

“You okay?”

There’s an undeniable dimness to his eyes, but he gives you a small smile and tips his head down to brush his lips against yours.

“Thank you,” he whispers—you frown into his lips.

That’s not an answer.

“What’s on your mind?” You pry again, hands coming to rest on either side of his face.

“Currently…” his kiss deepens, tongue flitting out to flick over your lips. “You, a little…mm, tied up…”

“Save it,” you laugh, twining your arms about his neck and pulling him closer. “There’s children present.”

Breaking apart, your noses bump. “We could leave,” Loki whispers. “Thor has an eye on Elliot, no one would know we’re gone.”

“Ah, yes, there’s got to be a closet in this place that we haven’t already tainted…”

Casting a quick glance around to see if anyone would notice, Loki twines his fingers through yours and pushes off the bar into the small crowd, a tiny, eager grin on his face.

You’ve no choice but to follow, really…not that you wouldn’t.

*cue wii music in the background*

i’d like to take this pure moment to remind you. be a nice person. love people. let people live their own lives. you and Loki totally aren’t making out+ in a closet rn. am i avoiding it? yes. go be nice.

*end scene*

“You still haven’t—ugh, answered me,” you huff, grabbing Loki’s arm when he sets you back on your feet, snagging another kiss. “What’s wrong?”

The little mechanical closet is dark, air heavy and filled with the whirring of computer parts, and Loki tugs you closer, fingers still tight around your hip.

“Nothing.” His lips capture yours again. “Remember the first time I dragged you into a dark closet?”

“Of course, I don’t think I’d forget the knife to my throat. You really liked your death threats, didn’t you?”

“I’m so sorry,” he chuckles, face buried in the curve of your neck. “Thank you for being patient enough to teach me how to properly display my emotions.”

“I think you and closets matured nicely,” you murmur with a grin. “This is a much better option.”

Loki smiles, lips turned against your skin, and his breathless little sighs fall on your ear as he starts kissing you again—warm and open-mouthed along your jaw.

A hand finds its way to the nape of your neck, tugging you closer.

It slowly slips to your back, and the kisses slow to a stop.

His arms wrap around your waist and hold onto you tight.

“Loki?”

You can feel his heart thumping rapidly against your chest.

“Loki, what’s the matter?” Carding your fingers through his hair, you quickly hug him back just as tightly. “Talk to me, sweetheart, please.”

“Are you real?”

Muffled against your skin, his voice quivers.

“Yes,” you breathe, holding him closer. “Yes, of course I am—”

“And our son?”

You nod furiously and cradle the back of his head, keeping him tight in your embrace. “Yes, he is, he’s yours and mine and he’s real.”

“Alright.”

“Where’s this coming from, snowflake?”

He takes a shuddering breath—your heart drops. What happened?

“Stark,” he mumbles, and you sink to the floor, bringing him down with you in your arms.

“What about him?”

“He deserves this. A wife. A daughter. Family, happiness.”

“So do you,” you whisper, combing your fingers through his hair, over and over and over. “So do you, Loki, you deserve this, too.”

But as expected, Loki shakes his head and clutches at your back. “No, I don’t. Every day I wake, I think this is a dream. Just a fantasy.”

“But it’s not,” you argue, and you push him back by the shoulders to stare into his dim green eyes. “You are more deserving of happiness than anyone I know, and—”

“What have I done to deserve this?” He snaps, and you brush a lock of hair out of his face. “Stark has saved this planet time and time again, one of which was saving your world from my own reign of terror. I brought nothing but destruction to this realm, horror and death and destruction, yet here I am. Living here, with my family, happy.”

He spits the word out with such venom.

What a horrid paradox he lives in—loathing himself, finally finding happiness, only to despise himself so terribly that he won’t let himself enjoy it.

“You listen to me, Loki.” Your mouths meet once more, quick but firm. “So what, you’ve done some bad things. So have I, and so has Tony, so has Thor, and your father, and so has literally every single person in this entire universe.”

“Yes, but—”

“No buts. You have to find a way to forgive yourself. You’re a good person, Loki. Someone I love, and someone our son loves.”

He doesn’t respond, just huddled in front of you staring back into your eyes, desperately trying to believe you.

Stroking a hand along his cheek, you give him a small smile. “I love you, Loki.”

Still nothing—just a quick, teary blink as he stares.

“I love you,” you whisper again, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

Then you grab his face in your hands and drag him towards you, pressing quick little smooches across his cheeks and nose and lips and eyes and anywhere you can reach, down his jaw and over the hands he’s pushing you away with, wrought with laughter.

“Stop, stop,” he laughs, a hand on your face to keep your kisses at bay. “Gods, woman, I get it. I love you, too.”

You kiss the palm of his hand.

“I love you.”

Loki rolls his eyes. “I love you, too.”

“No, I love you.”

“I’m not doing this with you,” he laughs, lips puckering when you squish his cheeks in your hands and smush your lips to the corner of his mouth.

“But I loooove you, baby…” your hand slips under his shirt to lay against his heart, and you sling an arm around his neck to drag him into another kiss.

“I—mmf—love you,” Loki grunts—lips too squished and busy to get anything more out. “S-so much—”

His heart beats steadily under your palm.

Good.

Pushing him back with a loud smack, you take a deep breath and grin at him.

“Your kisses still knock the air right out of me, snowflake.”

“Well,” he huffs, swiping a hand across his mouth, “you don’t exactly pause for air, darling.”

Air comes second, when it comes to kissing Loki.

“C’mon,” you laugh, pulling yourself to your feet and holding out a hand to him. “Lets go find our baby-Thor before anyone gets suspicious.”

* * * * * * * *

The Halloween party blazes on as the two of you wind your way back to the bar, on the lookout for a hulking blond god and his dark haired mini-me.

But, the sight of the mini-Loki catches your eye first—Morgan’s cackling.

That’s the first bad sign.

The second is the pile of empty candy wrappers her and Elliot are throwing in the air like confetti, littering the floor around them, and the third—the one flashing a neon sign saying I screwed up—is Thor’s guilty grin.

“What did you—”

“MOMMY!!”

Your little boy comes barrelling across the floor to crash into your knees, grinning and out of breath.

“Did you know you can make love??”

You all but choke on air. “What?!”

“Uncle Thor said you ‘n daddy made love!! I wanna make some, show me how!” Jumping up and down, Elliot’s screeching, turning heads across the entire room.

Your heart plummets.

“Elliot, shh, please!” You drop to your knees and clap a hand over his mouth, trying to stop the incessant bouncing. “Don’t say that so loudly, shush!!”

Elliot nods furiously, still giggling as he squirms it from under your hand. “I wanna make love!” He whisper-yells, hands in little fists pumping in the air. “I wanna make some love and give it to daddy, what’re the ingred-ents??”

“Thor.” You stand, shoving a finger in the burly god’s chest. “What the hell did you tell him?”

“Well, he asked where you went—”

Loki hits the floor, he’s laughing so hard.

“In all truthfulness, this is your fault,” Thor offers, pointing a finger at Loki. “You always tell me to never lie to your son!”

“Why—hah—why, by Odin’s beard, would you think to tell him that??”

“It’s the truth,” Thor grumbles, popping another chocolate bar in his mouth. “Clearly you two were off trick-or-treating each other, I merely put your thirst into child-friendly terms…”

“That’s enough, Thor, thank you.” You clap a hand over your eyes with a groan—Elliot’s still chanting—albeit quietly—“make! love! make! love! make! love!”

“On that note, we’re leaving.” You swoop Elliot’s giggly self into your arms, only to have him start screeching and practically roll out of your arms.

“I DON’T WANNA GO YET!”

“Norns, child.” Loki’s eyes go wide. “No yelling, Elliot. Try again.”

The kid’s pumped so full of sugar, he’s practically vibrating in your arms.

“I’m sorry,” he giggles, and you know he means it seriously, though the grinning, chocolate-covered face says otherwise. “Can we please stay a little longer? Please?”

“Fine…” you sigh, dropping him back to the floor—he bolts away, grabbing Morgan by the hand and uh, poof.

Gone.

You catch the two of them, mini-Loki and mini-Thor, hiding under the candy table a few minutes later.

“Are we going to talk about the fact that Morgan Stark dressed up as you—”

Loki grabs you with one arm around the waist, catching your lips with his and promptly shutting you right up.

“No. No, I don’t think we are.”

* * * * * * * *

Elliot’s still going by the time you do drag him to the car—him taking to whacking everyone around him in the shins with his little mjolnir had been the last straw—and the moment he’s been wrestled into his car seat, the singing begins.

Who knew such little lungs had so much power?

“AND HEIMDALL’S YELLOW ‘N IRON MAN’S RED, A CAPE FOR THE BIG FELLOW ‘N CAP’S NOT DEAD—”

“Did he come up with that one on his own?”

“I assume so,” Loki sighs, head slumped into his hand, watching you drive. “I tried to give him some other options, but he’s a bit too hyper now for another lesson in Norse, don’t you think?”

“Nah, I can do it in Norse, dad!”

There’s a deep breath from the backseat—you brace yourself—followed by a deafening bang and a puff of dark smoke that fills the car from window to window.

You slam on the brakes.

“Elliot! No magic while we’re driving!”

“Sorry!” He shrieks, hands shooting into the air in defence. “Tha’s an accident!!”

“Pull over,” Loki coughs, waving away some of the smoke so you can at least see out the windshield. “I’ll sit with him.”

You do, and Loki goes to sit in the back with Elliot, quickly snatching up his little shaking hands in his own.

“You alright, Elliot?”

“That was an accident,” he whispers again, eyes wide. “Sorry, sorry.”

“It’s okay, sweetheart.” You twist around to smile at the little boy—hands trembling out in front of him, lip starting to wobble, he looks terrified. “Don’t worry, okay? Dad’s right here, he’s going to help.”

“We just have to be careful,” Loki quietly tells him, smoothing his thumbs over Elliot’s knuckles. “You see how that could’ve been dangerous, yes?”

“Uh-huh. I understand, really.”

Loki gives him a soft smile, squeezing his hands. “Would you sing me more of your song? The lyrics were intriguing, I would love to hear more.”

Elliot sniffs, giving a small shake of his head. “I wroted it myself,” he mumbles. “That’s all the words. Can you sing?”

“O-of course, erm…sure.”

You smile to yourself, starting the car back up.

They’ll be okay.

Loki’s quiet singing certainly helps, sitting in the backseat as you drive, holding Elliot’s hands tight in his. He’s ten times calmer, the sugar high starting to crash, his head lolling back against the car seat as he stares at his father with drooping eyes.

Slow blinks and hushed voices fill the car by the time you’re home. Finishing the quiet song to keep Elliot in his almost-asleep daze, Loki continues singing while you carefully unbuckle the kid, hoisting him into your arms to carry inside, Loki close behind.

“That was a lot easier than I expected,” you whisper, setting Elliot on his bed and getting him some sleep clothes to change into.

“With how much candy he ate, I did expect much, much worse,” Loki agrees, kneeling in front of the half-asleep little boy. “Lift your arms for me, Elliot? Just for a second, then you can go to back sleep.”

The two of you slowly get him changed, holding his head up when it droops and promising to hang his cape by the door when he jerks awake and insists upon it. 

“I’ll hold him, you brush his teeth?” You ask, picking up your son and holding him close. 

Loki smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “Of course.”

Elliot’s drooling toothpaste onto your shoulder then entire time, but to hear Loki quietly chuckling behind you as he tries to brush the sleeping kid’s teeth, it’s entirely worth every bit.

“That’s as good as I can do,” he murmurs, brushing a hand along Elliot’s round little cheek. “Let’s get him in bed before he latches onto you for good.”

You give a soft laugh, hugging the boy tighter. “I wouldn’t complain. His hugs rival yours, Lokes, watch out.”

Loki stretches out on the foot of Elliot’s bed, arms crossing behind his head with a content sigh. 

“I mean, personally, I wouldn’t.” He catches your eye with a smile as you lower Elliot to the pillows. “Let you out of my arms, that is.”

“Neither would Elliot, apparently,” you laugh, trying to no avail to pry the little arms from around your neck. “Help, Loki, he’s not…heh, he’s not letting go…”

He sits up with a dramatic huff. “Only one thing to do, then.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, he gives you a tug and you let out a squeal, toppling onto the bed.

“Loki!” You hiss, hoping to god that didn’t wake Elliot up.

“Shh…I need a hug, too.” Arms winding about your waist and over Elliot, who’s still fast asleep on your chest, Loki nestles into your side with a happy little hum. “Here. Better?”

A hand runs up your thigh, changing you immediately into your sleep clothes without having to actually get up and change. He’s done the same for himself, and you fake a sigh.

“I guess we’re sleeping here again, hm?”

“I won’t complain,” Loki murmurs, a hand rubbing over Elliot’s back. “Want the stars?”

You nod with a small smile, settling back against the pillows, your son on your chest and husband by your side. This is pretty unreal, you decide. Loki was asking the right questions.

It only gets better when Loki waves a hand towards the ceiling, flipping off the lights and covering the room in dim, flickering illusions of the universe, colourful realms swirling in the air among the endless expanse of stars.

“Thanks,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on your fingertips and placing them on Loki’s cheek. “I’d kiss you right now, but I can’t reach you with Elliot on me.”

“Let’s fix that.” Starlight glinting off his cheekbones, he scoots up onto the pillows and cradles your head in his hands, thumb brushing over your bottom lip before melding his lips to yours.

Soft, slow, and Elliot shifts in his sleep, a quiet sigh leaving his lips as he reaches for Loki, tugging him closer for you while he sleeps. 

“That’s better.” A giddy laugh leaves your lips when Loki does, kissing the tip of your nose once for good measure before cuddling back into your side. 

“And what’s so funny, darling?”

“Are you real?” You whisper, grinning down at your two loves, a hand combing through Elliot’s curls. “Are either of you real?”

Loki smiles, the universe swimming in his eyes as he watches you play with Elliot’s hair. “Told you. We live in a dream. This is just a fantasy, isn’t it.”

“It’s not,” you assure him. “Just feels like it, and that’s a million times better.”

“I love you. Both of you.”

Eyes closed and a soft smile playing at his lips, Loki takes your other hand in his and lays it on the top of his head. 

“Real subtle, Loki. I love you.” 

Your fingers tangle in his hair, too.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

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🦋DIARY🌸

TW weight and explaining what triggered my ed again

(Taken at work. It was so cold my nails were going blue)

55.1kg

-_-

I was 54.4kg when i weighed myself after work. im not gonna bother weighing myself anymore its a waste of fucking time, I thought I would see some weight loss since my intake yesterday was still below my BMR but nope still stuck at 55kg. Hubby did say that he noticed I don’t have a double chin anymore lmao I hadn’t been paying attention to that particular detail, the main body parts I obsess about are my legs, arms and stomach. Which is, like, my whole body lmao. He wouldn’t lie about seeing a difference usually he tells me I’m beautiful just the way I am, (I am very aware how lucky I am to have someone in my life who says shit like this and mean it) and of course it never registers in my brain because all I want is to loose weight, to look the way my mother always wanted me to..

umm yeah I think I relapsed because my mother came back into my life. When she started visiting me she literally kept bringing my childhood clothes saying you’ve lost weight now so you can fit into these again 💀 which, when she first visited i was smaller having lost a lot of weight from working over Christmas, i was 52kg. But now I’ve gained the 3kg back and when she visits I always wear my bathrobe so she can’t see I’ve gained weight. So yeah, unfortunately for me i have the urge of wanting my mothers validation, she’s always wanted me to look like a ballerina 🩰 (she wanted me to BE a ballerina) sooooo now I wanna loose all the weight and maybe start ballet classes…

she’s not a great mother, I know I don’t love her, but I feel the familiarity when she visits and I want her to finally be proud of me.

Fucking sad. im pathetic.

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soulmate! Hoshi

Anon requested: soulmate hoshi please? i loved all the soulmate aus so far!!!!keep up the good work!!!

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 1459

Summary: in which the closer you are to your soulmate, you can hear what song their listening too, visa versa (part two)

A/N: Thank you so much!!! I hope you really like this ^~^

the first year you could comprehend what a soulmate actually was,

you were completely obsessed with finding your “mark”

and after that mess, searching through the “soulmate” section in the library and asking around

you kind of just gave up of finding your soulmate

figured “go with the flow” is best

but that didn’t stop you from lowkey being jealous of your friends who had obvious signs

hell even one had her soulmate’s first words

you think you could live with anything, even "get out the way" if it meant you would for sure meet he or, what the hell, she one day

flash forward years later not really lol your still young and fresh okay

your college offers programs for classes over seas for a year

for your major, the best places would be, south korea, singapore, and japan

lots of people were choosing south korea, and but you actually already know korean, as a result of your high school friend who was korean

so to be a little different you and your best friend in college, choose japan

even though flying is a bitch, you and your friend land safely and head to baggage claim

suddenly you hear this slight beat in your ears

looking down at your phone, you see the music is turned off

“f/n do you hear some music?”

“nah you alright?”

“yeah it’s probably just my post plane effects”

when you sit in the taxi on the way to your airport, you play your music and eventually the beat is gone

the next day when your prepping for a class, you hear the beat again

you search everywhere and after your friend says she hears nothing, you almost pull your hair out

then it clicks,

holy shit you’ve read of soulmates having this before

maybe he’s japanese????

after telling your friend, on any spare time you guys had, you both travel all through japan

the disappointment you feel hurts, in fact in seems the farther you travel through japan, the quieter the beat gets

the one thing you notice is the same beat seems to play over and over again

at one point you to start to subconsciously drum your fingers to them 24/7

you wonder if your soulmate can hear your music too and is thinking about you? hopefully?

at the end of your time in japan, you and your friend decided to take a week vacation in seoul, south korea

“girl did you see the street food there, if we gain a couple pounds, it’ll definitely be okay”

and literally, the first thing you notice when landing at Incheon is the melody added to that beat

“f/n. shit i think my soulmate’s korean”

as you get closer to seoul, you can start to hear the whispers of lyrics

by the time your in your hotel you can hear the lyrics as if your playing it from your phone quietly 

“ulgo sipci anha”

despite the bit of jet lag you have, you grab a small backpack full of all your essentials and head out, leaving a note for your friend who’s already knocked out

as you run around seoul aimlessly, you somehow figure out directions with the sounds

this leads you to the front of a large building

smartly, you plug in your earphones and play a hiphop song, loud with heavy beats

if there’s a way you can hear a song about boys not wanting to cry then he could hear you blasting kokak blacks’ tunnel vision in one ear

no matter how far you walk along the street you always hear the song the loudest at the building

after mustering up some courage, your about to knock but the crying song stops

you step back three feet, kind of freaked out, the mash of the two songs only becoming yours

suddenly a cute black haired boy dressed in sweaty workout clothes explodes from the doors

he stares at you with wide eyes and takes a step back

bumping into a whole soccer team of guys coming out or peaking heads out the door

you slowly reach your hand up to your earbud and as you take that one out, the music in his ears stop also

the grin that graces his face has to be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen

he looks at your face brightly, noticing the happy smile on your face

like the match made in heaven you guys are, you run up to him laughing and he opens his arm laughing

your arms go around his shoulders and his around your waist

you get lifted slightly and this situation makes you smile and giggle even harder

suddenly you feel yourself get pulled forward from what you notice is your soulmate’s friends pulling him back inside the building

“as happy as i am for you to find your soulmate, lets not have any pictures taken”

he ignores them completely with the smile seemingly permanent

setting you down, he holds your hands tightly, grinning

“my name’s kwon soonyoung and ill definitely be calling you soon”

you giggle and answer

 "my name’s f/n l/n. i would call you honey, but your so much sweeter than that.“

 you guys laugh again and he pulls you in closer, burying his head in your nape and yours in his chest

"wow someone who’s actually PERFECT for soonyoung”

“the cringe couple”

“ewwww LMAO”

“WE ALL HAVE HOPE NOW 2017 IS SEVENTEEN’S SOULMATE YEAR” 

after being introduced and explained too that they are actually a group called seventeen and bombarded by them with questions,

you and soonyoung are given time alone

aka sitting in the corner and pretending svt isn’t trying to eavesdrop on the other side of the dance studio

getting to know each other must have been the funnest and cutest experience of each other’s life

“its a great song but i was tired of listening to just one portion of a song about boys crying after the first 10 minutes”

“yahh, i create choreography, so of course i play it over”

you guys openly and cutely discuss pet names

“i dont want to call you y/n, that’s what everyone else calls you,” he pouts

“what about you? you have something you wanna be called?”

 he slightly gets flustered, and before he can answer you ask,

“you know how americans will call their husbands hubby?”

he nods at the mention

“what do you think about bubby? boyfriend instead of husband”

he smiles sweetly and laughs, “i like it, and i’ll call you jagi (honey) in honor of your pickup line”

you laugh and accept of course

 the corners of his mouth twitch up in a slight smirk

“so am i your boyfriend now?”

you slap his arm lightly, “yah im not that easy, take me on a date first”

you guys get closer on the emotional level

he looks at you and smiles softly

“i think your too pretty to be my soulmate" 

"what do you mean??? your the most attractive guy ever. clearly we are soulmates, two good looking people together? helloo”

you wiggle your eyebrows at him and wink cutely

he chuckles softly

“are you sure, you’ve seen the other members, they have way better bodies and faces than me”

you realize at this moment your soulmate had insecurities

why are korean beauty standards like this

“look at me”

you boldly hold his face in both of your hands, instantly making his ears turn red

“i don’t know or care that other people don’t find you attractive. to me you are the most handsome" 

"your the perfect height for me, i dont need to you to be any taller" 

"your eyes are the most attractive thing, i didn’t think someone can be so hot and cute as the same time but damn you proved me wrong" 

"i could go on and on but if i say all of them now, it would take forever”

you bring his face closer and press your lips on his cheek softly

he smiles with pink cheeks and pecks your neck, settling his head there and whispers

“you don’t need to be perfect but i know your perfect for me”

you laugh tenderly and whisper in his ear,

“i love how you can keep up with my cheesy comments but let’s not do this 24/7”

he chuckles loudly

“let’s be a comfortable & fun couple, those are the best”

 "definitely"

svt at the side like “this has to be the cheesiest and cutest moment i’ll ever witness”

“it’s a drama in real life lol”

seungkwan says this a little too loudly

you and soonyoung both look over and then at each other

“you wanna throw it or will i?”

The Seventeen Soulmate AU series:

|| Seungcheol / Pt. 2 || Jeonghan / Pt. 2 || Joshua / Pt.2 || Jun / Pt.2 || Hoshi / Pt.2 || Wonwoo || Woozi / Pt.2 || Seokmin / Pt.2 || Mingyu / Pt.2 || Minghao || Seungkwan || Vernon / Pt.2 || Dino ||

100% recommend you another soulmate au here, soulmate! Joshua ;)

(Jess: Seri ily //actual tears//)

MASTERLIST

[tiffanyallison7]

Reminiscing on those beach days with @sailtosable & hopeful for more of these sandy days in the future 💙 ⁣ ⁣ Today was clean out the garage, order more food and essentials, and bleach all the countertops and doorknobs, again day. Up next operation BABY ROOM! ⁣ ⁣ I also finally got hubby on TikTok 🙌🏻🙌🏻 Im obsessed. Sharing the latest over on #stories 😜 ⁣ ⁣ This printed dress is so beautiful and in stock all sizes. I sized down one to an XS #sailtosable ⁣ ⁣ #beachdays #prints #liketkit #ltkunder50 #ltkunder100 #ootd #blueskies — view on Instagram https://ift.tt/2QCUNzn

[thesketchingwitch]

10 questions

So I was tagged by @awesomeeyeroll to answer her questions so here goes

1. If you could change any adaptation choice from the first two series of OL what would you change? (If you haven’t read the books just what would you have liked to seen omitted or done differently) Now that is a corker of a question - Im torn, tbh -  I would have loved for us to see the healing pool scene at the end of S1, because, a) it would have been amazing and b) it would have prevented the mess up of timeline/Jamie's healing which ended up spoiling over into S2, and causing all sorts of additional problems.  I'm also still terribly sore over the not-carving of initials in the finale because these scars resonate again and again through the later books! ( and don't get me started on the lack of dedication inside C’s ring, for same reason, and because it makes me RAGEY)  But if I was going to have to pick one thing, it's the Laoghaire denouement - the fact that Jamie knows it was she who betrayed Claire in S1 - and that half assed apology/forgiveness thing in S2 ain’t cutting it -  Because the REPERCUSSIONS are huge - I just don't know how they are going to sell the marriage to me, how they are going to sell Jamie ACCEPTING marriage to his wife's betrayer.... so yeah, it’s going to be interesting ! 

2. Colum or Dougal? Colum. I admire his intelligence, and his incredible fortitude in regards to his illness. And he can also admit when he's wrong.

3. Who is your favourite secondary character from S1&2 and why? Mrs Fitz. I adore her - she is a legend, ( as is Annette Badland, who I hopefully will get to meet this weekend at the convention, to give her the print of my drawing of Mrs Fitz) and I wish there was some way of bringing her back into S3. ( I don't count (show)Murtagh  as a secondary character, whom I also adore )

4. Do you belong to any other fandoms and if so, which ones? No, no others (though I know far too much about Dr Who, but that’s cos of my hubby’s obsession)

5. Which new character are you most looking forward to seeing in season 3 and why? Oh, hell, people are going to hate me for this, but, sod it, it's my choice, and it is William. *prepares for eggs to be thrown* I love the interaction Jamie has with his son at Helwater, limited though it is - it's incredibly touching and it just amplifies the angst really because the reader (and hopefully the viewer) will see what an amazing father Jamie would have been, both to William and to Bree if he had only had the chance. And the existence of William also further deepens the already incredibly complicated relationship Jamie has with Lord John ( who obviously we met in S2, so I couldn’t choose him, though I am very excited to see David Berry’s interpretation)

  6. If you could see any outlander AU fanfic (inc canon divergences)made into a TV show which would you chose? Oh, what?!!!???!!! How could I decide between so many AMAZING AUs  - aaaaahhhh. No. Don't make me. I can't.  *stamps foot*

7. Can you recommend a fan artist that you love? Wow, there are so many.  So I'm going to have to cheat. Weeeeelll, Im going to have to recommend all my fellow mods over at @picturethefrasers. Cos we are all quite different in style and I love that. If I had to pick another artist who works wonders with pencils, it would be @mybeautifuldecay, or if I were to choose for digital art, which is completely beyond my competency level,  I would have to say @art-by-khuggs - the saturation of colour she gets in her pictures is astounding, and is something which I just envy big time, and lastly, because I just adore her style, girlfrog.

8. What did you have for breakfast? Toast, made from wheat and rye bread,  spread with my homemade blackberry jam! Delicious.

9. Mary Poppins or Annie?  Gotta go with Mary.

10. Tea or coffee.  Tea, always tea. Have barely had a cup of coffee since I was pregnant with my almost 14 year old.

Now I know I’m meant to come up with 10 different questions, but that ain't happening - my brain is fried this evening, so I’m going to tag @marshmallow0810, @kalendraashtar, @bonnie-wee-swordsman, @gotham-ruaidh, @madam-outlander, @abbydebeaupreposts, @owlish-peacock36, @thatwetwomaybeoneagain and @takemeawaytocamelot and see how you all do answering the questions above!