#just as a tiny viral positive moment

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[neil-gaiman]

I struggled with depression for many years and finally got it under control around 2017. It is still hard I still have periods where my symptoms flare up badly. Lately it's been more difficult. My family moved away in 2022 and I miss them a lot. My best friend moved away in October last year and my grandma died suddenly in December. My partner's mom just told us she's been diagnosed with ALS after several months of believing she had Bell's palsy from a viral infection and it's progressed to affect her speech and arm and I don't know a lot about ALS but from what I've read so far it seems like this means her prognosis is worse than it might have been if it was only affecting her arms/legs. Most people who are diagnosed with ALS die within a couple years of the diagnosis. How do you personally find moments of positivity in life?

As best I can. I think for me the moments of positivity are always small but enormous. The stars at night, a really good cup of tea, a child's hug, a song or story I love, the touch of a friend's hand. Tiny smiles that make the world worth sticking around for.

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park sunghoon x idol!reader | concert surprise

genre. idol au + fluff cw. none! sunghoon is very shy tho ~ notes. this could be read as a pt 2 to this or a stand alone!

requested by @hyunniebuns !! i hope you like it <3

the mountains and heaps of dating rumors could do nothing to stop you from attending enhypen’s fate concert in seoul. you had always wanted to attend a concert of theirs, not being able to due to your busy schedule and your own group’s activities.

fortunately, along with a lot of begging to your manager, you were able to attend an enhypen concert along with a few group mates of yours.

you didn’t tell sunghoon, wanting it to be a surprise until you could meet him backstage after the concert.

you wore a basic outfit, hoping to not be noticed by many people or even put on screen. but the members had other plans and jumped at the moment to tease sunghoon. one of your members must have let it slip that you were attending the concert, so the boys came up with a plan.

“we have some special guests tonight.” jake spoke up once the group had finished a couple of songs and stopped to catch their breath. you flinched, causing your group mates to snicker beside you.

as soon as the cameras were put on you, you froze but quickly recovered as to not cause anymore speculation. you were positive you didn’t help much considering the rumors that had been floating around about you and sunghoon.

your group mates waved excitedly at the camera and you joined them, giggling at the screams from fans all around you. sunghoon looked shocked for a moment, his face already heating up. he felt a tiny bit embarrassed that you had come to see him and his group preform considering that he had already shown off his arms a couple times.

he then smiled and waved towards your general direction, trying hard not to show how he actually felt. fans caught the moment on video, with sunghoon’s red ears and all.

“ah look— it’s your new friend, y/n.” riki teased, knowing about how close the two of you had gotten after your groups filmed a variety show together. a compilation video went viral on social media, showing how whipped sunghoon was over you during the show and everyone saw it. the fans laughed along with riki, knowing exactly why he was teasing sunghoon.

the boy giggled nervously, turning his face away from the crowd and causing fans to laugh and coo at him. you began to make heart hands and kissy faces, which only made sunghoon’s ears turn redder.

after the concert, you excused yourself from your group mates and found sunghoon who had been waiting for you backstage. their manager had led you to his dressing room before leaving you to get the others ready for send off. you knew you only had a couple minutes with sunghoon, but you wanted to say ‘hello’.

sunghoon opened the door after you knocked softly, a wide smile appearing on his face.

“thank you for coming.” he mumbled shyly before bowing. you smiled at the action.

“of course, the show was really good and you guys are so amazing. but um…you don’t have to be so formal with me, you know that.” you explained, causing sunghoon to blush once more. as the two of you got to know each other better, you told sunghoon that he could treat you as a friend but sometimes he tended to forget.

“sorry…um….i’m just really awkward right now.” he admitted, scratching the back of his head. the boy could barely look you in the eyes he was so nervous. that only made him more endearing to you.

“it’s okay, sunghoon. i just wanted to say ‘hi’ and wish you luck on the rest of your tour.” you replied before waving and making a move to leave the stadium. you could see enhypen’s manger making his way towards you two and didn’t want to overstay your welcome.

“y/n— wait!” sunghoon called out, following you to the door. you turned around, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

“when uh— when could i see you again?” sunghoon asked, swallowing the lump in his throat that seemed to have been there since he found out that you were at the concert.

“soon, i’ll text you.” you smirked slightly before leaning up on your toes to kiss his cheek. sunghoon was sure his mind had short circuited at the moment, barely being able to process what had just happened until you were no longer in sight.

that night, sunghoon concluded that he was one hundred percent wrapped around your finger. and he wasn’t mad about it one bit.

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[jezmmart]

#AMaY Commentary

Wanted to give a little commentary on the #AMaY project but needed a couple days breather haha. This mostly focuses on how I created each day with the full hidden final image in mind, but I also talk a bit about like "Why Amy???" on a personal level at the bottom.

So firstly, worth revisiting this old popular music video if you have the time, it was pretty viral back when it came out. This will become relevant shortly - not a huge deal if you don't want to watch it, but the reason I'm bringing it up will spoil said music video a bit so yeah, mentioning it and encouraging a watch now without context.

So yeah, #AMaY! It really came down to the wire on finishing it due to work, and I had to eat into my 2-week comic buffer that I'm now due to rebuild to keep up in the end.

It was basically the result of just REALLY enjoying drawing Amy and joking with friends and such to the point of being like "do I really enjoy drawing her that much that I could do a whole month of it? I think I could". Wasn't wrong!

I didn't have any set prompt list in mind, my idea was just to draw what idea grabbed me on the day. Then, inspired by various things I've seen do this but particularly that aforementioned music video which does the same reveal at the end, I had the idea of "what if I make it so they all make a picture of Amy when connected up". I had already sketched out this idea for the first day:

But started over after having this moment of inspiration.

What I didn't factor in is how this sort of effect is MUCH easier with simpler, larger pictures. I really should have just done her head or something, then most of my backgrounds could just be vague geometric shapes but didn't realise the practicality of it until it was too late, which is why we ended up with so many backgrounds of strange patterns and twisty pipes and such that I would try to mask by putting in additional patterns and pipes and whatnot as red herrings that were lower contrast than the ones making up the Amy picture.

I drew out what the final secret picture was going to be across a grid representing the days in the month, then each day I would start with a canvas of one square and figure out "now what sort of background can I turn this into, and what kind of Amy would belong in that background".

Naturally I had some ideas I was already leaning towards - goth Amy was one of them. When I looked at this portion of the image, the only sort of background thing I could see was some kind of cartooney medieval tower with a rim at the top. From there I realised the skirt could be bushes or walls around some dramatic graveyard hills, the creases in the skirt could be a path as long as Amy is positioned to hide the fact that they aren't actually connecting in the context of the hidden image. In some cases where it wouldn't make sense for a background element to suddenly stop, I instead used foreground scenery, such as the gravestone directly behind Amy here, to turn the element into the shape I wanted. These pipes that are going behind metal panels in the Chemical Plant background in order to turn them into eyelash shapes are another example:

Then when I got the idea to turn the lineart of of hidden Amy's skirt rim and chest into long wispy spirits escaping from the earth or something, it was just a case of adding a bunch more random ones of those to the rest of the background with lower contrast so they don't stand out as much as the important ones do. The one in the foreground also does the job of cutting off the path that makes up the tiny bit of Amy's leg lineart. Within the context of the graveyard background, the path continues, but at the zoomed out view, it can't be distinguished at a glance.

This was the kind of thought process that went into the more elaborate backgrounds. Naturally there were some where the Amy idea COULD come first, because what was required of the background was so simple I was kind of free to turn it into anything - or just take a day off and do simple geometric backgrounds.

(Again though, you can see here that I did all the circles as red herrings to imply that the little blob in the corner is another one - but the corner one is a deeper colour than the others).

And of course there were some days where I just COULD NOT think of anything that wouldn't be completely conspicious, so I just made Amy take up as much space as possible so I only had a few background lines to deal with, trusting that the grand context of the final hidden image would solve it in the end.

The final note is that I didn't JUST draw from these segments - I was steadily building up the full collage as I went, so I'd always have a "bleed" area I'd draw into with the existing surrounding days to make sure that the final result DID all connect up.

So yeah, that's the broad strokes of it!

To end on something more philosophical, I did sort of end thinking to myself as I spent all these hours drawing her - "Hey though, what is it about Amy? WHY do I love drawing her so much? Why is this one my blorbo?"

Humour me as I get all deep about cartoon pink hedgehog but I think it comes down to a few factors.

Let's address the elephant in the room first - unless I'm specifically looking to evoke her canon-self, I draw her with a more anthropomorphic sexy figure compared to the blobby, noodle-limbed body she has in the actual series, don't I. You see, in Sonic Adventure 2 there was this one promotional 3D render of her where they gave her one heck of a rack and also once I was on the internet as a teenager and partaking in the fandom, I saw other fanartists do the same with thighs to match. This was all during a vulnerable time in my development and it all made me a little unwell about Amy permanently, I think. Like, that cute haircut, the knee-high boots, the shiny short-skirted dress, this is all stuff that looks really attractive when you slap it on a human body!

Sonic himself is like... peak character design. There's a reason he's lasted so long and holds such mass appeal as a cartoon character. The only way to improve on that perfection is to make a girl version, and that's pretty much what Amy is. So no wonder she's so fun to draw!

And tailing off that - as an aspiring femme NB person who has not always been so, I do think I've always had a particular interest in the hyper-feminine aesthetic, which Amy has in spades. I think that's also a big part of her allure to me as a character. Much like how I live a lot of my feminine interest vicariously through my pin-up art, dressing up my OCs in cute clothes and such, I think that extends to Amy as well; a kind of obsession with the youthful hyper-feminine aesthetic that I just never got to openly enjoy in any real way earlier in life because I hadn't figured all this NB stuff out yet. I just love cute girly pink stuff!!!

That'll do it I think. I could probably waffle on about each individual day's art if I really wanted to but this is long enough as is. Check out the alt text if you like as I often mention easter eggs and costume details in those to try and make sure those with eyesight issues are getting the same experience as those without.

Thank you again one and all for enjoying or at least putting up with the month!

[More: #AMaY | Art Insight]

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secret notes part 3: can't help falling in love

Series Masterlist See my full list of works here!

Summary: One of your covers on YouTube goes viral and catches Wanda's attention, which piques the interest of Morgan, Tony, and Loki.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: none, this is just fluffy [let me know if i missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: mutual pining, idiots in love, reader in denial

"It seems that Loki has an admirer on the internet," Wanda commented from her prone position on the couch in the common area. 

"We all know that Bambi's got a whole army of fangirls, Wanda. Nothing new about that," Tony quipped as he walked into the kitchen with Morgan. "So why are you interested in this one? They have a kinky name or something?" 

"No. It's the opposite. Usually they have something that ties in to Loki's name, right? Or declares themselves as his?" 

"Who's mine?" Loki walked in from the direction of the training area and straight into the line of the refrigerator for a drink. 

"Your army of admirers," Wanda answered. "You have a new one." 

He chuckled. "What else is new?" There was something sad in the way he said the words. What use is that admiration to me, he thought to himself. The only woman I wish to admire me has relegated me to a mere friend. "But as peculiar as it is, I must concur with Stark. Why are you interested in this one, Maximoff?" 

"She calls herself The Lonely Avenger, and she's going viral." 

"Viral?" he questioned. "Like a plague?" 

He heard a giggle coming from Stark's daughter. "No. It's not like the cold, Prince Loki. It means many many people have watched her video." 

"More like heard her voice, little Morgan," Wanda finished. "Since her identity's currently a mystery." 

"Who's a mystery?" your voice called out from the top of the stairs. Loki couldn't help the smile on his face at the sight of you in a dress set in a regal shade of blue. 

"Good morning, Auntie Y/N!" the tiny Stark exclaimed and ran to your waiting arms once you reached the bottom of the stairs. "You look extra super pretty today." 

"Why thank you, baby." As you placed a soft kiss on the little human's cheek, the god's heart swelled. Ached. With the need to see that but with your own child. With him. Then you looked to the Sokovian once more. "So. Mystery. Tell me about it."

"Loki's admirer on the internet. The Lonely Avenger. Currently a faceless voice on YouTube. But damn. What a voice." 

Your blood froze the moment you heard Wanda speak your channel name. How the fuck did she even get there? What was going on? 

You struggled to keep your face expressionless as Wanda started talking about your voice. As she started singing praises for The Lonely Avenger and how expressive and emotional your voice sounded as you sang the songs on your channel.

"Hold on. Wanda, how did you find this channel anyway?" Tony quipped as he walked over and picked up Morgan into his arms. 

Wanda rolled her eyes at the billionaire. "I told you, Tony. Her video went viral." 

My video went viral? you thought to yourself. Dear God which one? Please don't let it be the Tagalog one they'll know in 0.65 seconds flat. You made a note to check your channel analytics the second you were back in your apartment.

"So you're interested in her identity because…?" you prodded your friend, trying to sound teasing rather than so nervous your soul was on the verge of leaving your body.

"I will repeat myself, dear friend. What. A. Voice. Here, I'll play the one that went viral," Wanda offered. "FRIDAY? Could you play my phone's audio through the speakers in the common room?" 

"Certainly, Miss Maximoff." And then your voice began to echo off the walls.

Wise men say, only fools rush in

But I can't help falling in love with you

"Damn, Rock of Ages," Tony commented. "Wanda's right. What a voice." 

"Wait, Wan," you croaked out, trying not to sound like you were about to burst into tears and ripping yourself a new hole in your body as you heard your voice coming through on Tony's sound system that you didn't even want to guess how much it cost. "How'd you even know that the videos were for Mischief?" 

"I read the description." Of course she did. You really had to shoot yourself in the foot there thinking nobody ever bothered to read the description box anymore, they just wanted the content. Then again, you never figured that Wanda would find your channel either. And furthermore, the thought of you even getting more than 12 views if you were lucky was so far-fetched and now here you were having one of your best friends tell you that this video had gone viral? 

Just my fucking luck, I guess, you thought to yourself. 

"For the dark-haired Asgardian in the Avengers Tower," she read out loud, her voice resonating throughout the common room. "Doesn't get more obvious than that," she finished with a chuckle. "Shall we hope for a face reveal one day, Loki?" 

"It's an enchanting voice," he commented. "I can only hope I can look up on the visage that possesses it."  His eyes flickered to you for a split second and you found yourself busying your hands with straightening your dress and walking towards Wanda. 

"She sounds like a princess," Morgan commended, bouncing in her father's arms. "Doesn't she, Daddy?" 

"I feel like I know her voice from somewhere," Tony pondered. "It feels so…familiar. I just can't place it yet." How you were still up and kicking, you wouldn't know, because you were pretty sure that the only thing flowing through your veins was pure ice. 

"I bet Auntie Y/N could find her." You looked at Stark's baby girl with wide eyes, masking them as playful rather than nervous.

"Really, baby? You bet I could?" 

"Yes!" she giggled. "With your magic computer powers, you can find anybody!" 

For a split second, you stammered, wondering how the hell you were going to look through the internet to find out who The Lonely Avenger was when you knew that they were all looking at her right now. And then, as if a silent prayer that was never even uttered was answered, Loki spoke up.

"Little Stark, it's clear that this woman wants to keep her true identity a secret. Perhaps for now we should simply let that be." 

The little girl pouted at the god as he walked toward you. Wanda gave you a look complete with a wiggle of her eyebrows that made you wish  you had something in your hand to throw in her direction, even just a singular piece of popcorn, but alas you had nothing.

"But she likes you, Prince Loki! And you're lonely, too." You and Tony both widened your eyes at Morgan. This kid was absolutely fearless, you were sure. No one, not even his brother, would dare say those words to Loki's face.

"Well, I mean if the objective of this is to get you a love life, then maybe I should make an exception and use my magic computer powers, Mischief," you joked as he stepped into the space next to you and placed his hand on the small of your back. Keep your goddamn cool, Y/N. 

His only response to you was a soft smile. "To repeat my words to you on the eve of the new year, I am content with the state of my life, darling." His hand slid to cup the curve of your waist. "I have all the life I need," he whispered, never breaking eye contact. 

"I have all the life I need." The god's words were truthful, for all he needed was to keep you in his life and he would be content. But the child in Stark's arms had uttered truthful words as well. He was lonely.

For much as all he needed was your presence, your companionship, he desired more. He longed to wake in the morning and know the feeling of holding you in his arms, to rouse you from sleep in the form of lazy and carefree kisses upon your lips, your neck, wherever he could reach. 

Every morning he would leave his chambers as soon as he could so that he could prolong his time spent with you if even for a few moments. He desired, more than anything, to not even think about leaving his bed for you were already there with him. 

He found himself agreeing once again with Stark. Twice in one day, who would've thought it possible? But the billionaire was correct, the voice that Maximoff made them listen to had sounded familiar, as if he'd heard it somewhere before. It was a beguiling voice, and he truly was curious who expressed their admiration for him in this way.

But he also found himself hoping beyond all reason that perhaps…his mystery lark could be you.

A/N: This is really one of those 'filler' chapters because when I was plotting out the story literally all I put in the document for part 3 was "you start going viral and Wanda plays your audio". Next part's gonna be interesting tho. Someone's gonna find out who The Lonely Avenger is. Any guesses?

Taglist:

Everything: @lokisgoodgirl @lokischambermaid @imalovernotahater @mygfloki @lucylaufeyson3 @thomase1 @springdandelixn @fictive-sl0th @mochie85 @laliceee @xorpsbane @gigglingtigger @silverfire475 @cabingrlandrandomcrap @vickie5446 @salempoe @lokixryss @sinsandguilt @lokidbadguy @alexakeyloveloki @glitterylokislut @arch-venus25 @freefrommars @littlemortals @cakesandtom @girl-of-multi-fandoms @mischief2sarawr @thedistractedagglomeration @five-miles-over @goblingirlsarah @peaches1958 @huntress-artemiss @lilibet261 @iobsessoverfictionalmen @holymultiplefandomsbatman @lovingchoices14 @avoliax @devilsadvocactus @purplegrrl27 @lokiprompts @sititran @imherefortomhiddleston

[galaxyedging]

Jack Daniels x gn!reader

Warnings: A little flirting. A tiny bit of angst.

Summary: A fluffy little post workout drabble for anyone feeling a little stiff today.

The close call last month had you working harder than ever. If you'd be a second slower, Jack would have fallen to his death. If he hadn't been able to help you pull him up, you would have lost him. The weight of that realisation threatened to crush your heart. The heart that violently thrashed against your rib cage as you pushed for a new personal best. In the moment, the force of it served to push away the heaviness of what could have been.

Jack had noticed. Of course he had. He noticed everything about you. To know someone is to love them, right? It was that unspoken love that drew him to pass the gym every morning. Even though he had Ginger monitoring your virals, he still wanted to see that you were okay with his own two eyes.

The treadmill beeped signalling that you had reached your goal. In a new personal best. With your legs like jelly you stumbled off of the machine, preparing to cool down. Bending at the waist and bracing yourself with your elbows on your knees. Your lungs gulped in air as you willed them to calm down.

It shouldn't have surprised you, how Jack was able to cross the gym floor in silence, yet it did. His hand gently on your shoulder turning into your hand gripping his throat. "Ssshh. Easy there, Darlin'." He made no effort to remove your hand. He was content to let you feel in control.

Once the shock wore off you yanked your hand back as if his smooth, warm skin had been on fire. "Sorry, Jack. I was just…." Your shoulders slumped. Obsessing? Panicking?

"I know what you were doing. What you've been doing everyday. You must be sore after all that. Let me help you stretch." With gentle hands he guides you back to back with him. His arms thread through your elbows. He slowly leans forward, opening your chest up wide. Your shoulders protest for a second but relax. "You know you can tell me anything that's on your mind. It's not good for you to be distracted."

"I know. I'm good. I just want to up my training."

"I'm surprised you have enough energy left. You spent enough time running through my mind." You can hear the smirk in his voice.

"I'm sure I do. Why do you think I'm training so hard? I can't have you catching me." He releases you from his grip as you smile at your retort.

It was almost like old times. The times before your feelings broke through. Before they invaded your every waking thought. Before you carried the weight of them in your chest and on your shoulders.

"Here." He showed you to the mat.

Sitting with his legs astride his patted his inner thigh for you to brace your feet on. Taking your hands he pulls lightly, stretching you forward. Your legs burn as do your hands from his touch. Such a simple gesture, holding of hands. It can mean so much. Part of you wanted to not let go. To run as far and as fast as you could away from your jobs. To keep you both safe.

"On your back." He pats your leg and you complied. One of your legs is on his shoulder as he comes to kneel between them. His hands hold your thigh and he pushes you into the stretch.

"Is this position really necessary?" You arch your back and tilt your head to draw his attention downwards. You'd rather bare your body to him than your soul and the way those big brown doe eyes were looking at you, you could tell he was looking for answers.

Jack made no attempt to hide the appreciative sweep his gaze gave your body before returning his eyes to yours. "I want to help you. So why don't we get to the root of the problem?" Leaning back he switched your legs. "We both know every time we go on a mission there's a chance we lose someone."

"I know that." Your arms came up above your head in a stretch to give you something else to focus on.

"So what? You've just realised it's different when you love that person?" His words piled further weight on your chest.

"Jack.." You try to shift away from him as far as you can while still underneath him.

"Look, Honey, I ain't got to hear it from your pretty lips. I just need to know that I feel the same and if it was you hanging out there, I don't think I'd be doing as well as you are. See you there, knowing you could be just out of reach, being helpless, that would have torn me apart."

Lowering your leg, as well your guard, you let him get close. His body settled on yours pushed the weight from your chest. The press of his lips on yours relaxed your limbs more than any stretches ever could. Breaking away you rested your forehead against his. "What if I lose you Jack?"

Tracing your nose with his before he dips his head for another kiss, he replies. "I'd rather be lost than pushed away."

[sugdenlovesdingle]

Inspiration weekend/ seven sentence sunday

thanks for the tag @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut

I don't have any writing I can share at the moment (I'm working on my reverse bang fic that's due next week and I can't share anything from that before it's posted)

BUT I've fallen down an instagram algorithm inspired rabbit hole recently of American cops and their K9s (there is a dog called Radar that I've fallen in love with and his handler's name is O'Reilly! Radar O'Reilly! Like in MASH! and I encourage everyone to follow him here) and videos of them trying out different snacks with the dog and just basically filming their reaction.

Is it copaganda? Sure. But I'm not immune to a cute dog and these videos put a smile on my face - sue me.

This guy gets people from all over the WORLD to send him treats for the dog and then films his reaction. The dog wouldn't eat banana at first but this video is proof he's changed his mind. It's glorious.

Anyway, it got me thinking about a tarlos AU where Carlos is a K9 handler like this guy and a reluctant APD social media star with his dog. He made one video because his niece gave him some homemade treats for the dog, and oops it went viral and now people keep giving/sending him stuff for the dog and his captain is happy with the positive attention it's giving the department and encourages him to keep going.

Enter TK and Marjan who are bored on shift one day and come across his videos. Marjan is gushing over the dog and TK might just be a tiny bit interested in dreamy officer Reyes - but he won't admit it. Instead he just pretends it's all lame and really, he could make the same kind of videos with Buttercup.

Which he then does, with Marjan's help, and when she posts it, she tags Carlos. That starts a whose dog is cuter video challenge between them and eventually they decide to meet to do a video together. (With Owen and Carlos' captain pushing them to do so in the lead up to the annual red vs blue baseball game)

Marjan tags along and has the best day cuddling two dogs, while her idiot friend makes heart eyes at the cute cop - who makes heart eyes right back. She's considering how soon is too soon to offer her services to dog-sit for them for date nights.

When I finish my reverse bang fic, this is next on my list!

[kidsomo-blog]

"🎶Pretty brown brown driving me wild...🎶"

Tumblr Tiny Desk Concert.

I gasped when I heard Juvenile perform his song "Rodeo" on NPR tiny desk concert. It was a different side of him that I haven't seen before. I mostly known him for his ratchet music and loud rapping voice on his records. I'm used to seeing him on stage with the flashy lights and girls twerking. This time it was different. He performed his song "Rodeo" beautifully. It was the most intimate, elegant, & rachet thing I've ever seen lol. Only on NPR tiny desk concert is where you would get to see this side of him. A side he's commonly not known for— which sparked me to reopen tumblr.

So yeah, I’m kinda overwhelmed with life right now (mostly personal stuff), and taking a break from social media at the moment. This is actually the first time I ever felt burnt out before.

Residency. School. Friends. Family. Personal goals = it can get pretty heavy when you're working nights. lol

I remember one particular night:

After leaving the coffee shop on a late night, I was driving home exhausted at 3am. I drove past a church where there were people standing outside of it. And I thought to myself, "Wait a minute?! Its three o'clock in the morning!" As I drove further down the road, the trees turned into monsters and stoplights looked like they were dancing; I was hallucinating some crazy strange stuff.

(Okay... that didn't happen lol--but you get the picture that I was really burnt out. )

I stumbled upon watching Juvenile Tiny Desk Concert performance. It's still the most intimate, elegant, & most ratchet thing I've ever seen lol. Before the viral culture of social media took up the world by storm, I started with tumblr creating reflection blogs about random stuff. Side note: amongst my friends, I’m known to be a nerdy outgoing adrenaline junkie with a goofy sense of humor. Blogging on tumblr gave a different side of me to come out. A side people aren't used to seeing. I enjoy being a deeply intimate person as much as I enjoy being a deeply positive person.

Juvenile's tiny desk concert inspired me to blog again -- in an intimate tiny desk fashion. I hardly post my deep thoughts in my past blogs. This time I decided to give a try and share some of my deep thoughts. (No judging! lol!) I'm just blogging because I enjoy it, and it comes from me. So far, writing in tumblr helped with me feel not so overwhelmed. Hopefully my blog voice can make em' gasp like juvenile with something elegant and ratchet lol.

Cause girl you look good won't you back that thang up,

❤️Kidsomo

[blindingdutchy]

The filming scene In part 1 of pornstar!tom where he’s tied up and you take the blindfold off and his eyes are all blurry and unfocused go me thinking:

Imagine the video went viral and people started asking for more sub!tom so they get you to do it again but with more edging, so you’re sitting there, tom is tied up and gaged and you’ve been edging him for the past half hour but he’s not used to being the sub so he’s crying cuz he just wants to cum so bad and everyone thinks he’s just really good at acting but you know he’s crying for real. So when the scene is done you untie him and remove the gag, and the directors are telling you to come see how good it looks but you’re too busy making sure Tom is okay, and he’s so tired that he’s falling asleep on you😍🤤

i am such a submissive person this was genuinely difficult for me to write, but i think i got somewhere 😅possibly not even a request, but i was inspired and wanted to challenge myself

read switch here!

cry baby | t.holland

{pornstar!tom x pornstar!reader}

word count: 2,254

warnings: smut ofc

warnings: sub!tom, oral (m receiving), bondage, blindfold, spit play, edging/orgasm denial

You never thought you’d have ended up here again. But, your video with Tom had reached heights you’d never achieved before, and the fans were eating it up. They wanted more—and to your surprise, so did Tom.

Now, as he laid in much the same position he had in the original video, you were starting to understand why. He was flat on his back with all four limbs stretched out and fastened to the bedposts with thick black rope. His chest was heaving, his lips parted in fast paced pants as he watched you with intrigue—he knew what was to come.

“Are you ready, baby boy?” you cooed, stroking his cheek with your thumb. Tom’s eyes fluttered at the caress, brown irises blown wide with lust and desperation, and he whined airily. The black blindfold shielded you from his longing stares, and he lifted his head a little too eagerly so that you could slip the strap around his head.

Already he had suffered through the torture of your hands, his body flushed from agonizing minutes spent with your hands stroking his cock hard and fast just to rip his orgasm away from him. The sound of his pleas and cries still echoed in your ears, a familiar pang throbbing in your core as you remembered the way he sobbed your name on the third denial. For being such a dominant man, Tom was incredibly good at being submissive.

This time, though, you were skipping the gag. You wanted to hear all the little noises Tom could make, to hear all the words that spilled from his lips as he yearned so achingly for your touch. Trailing your fingers down his chest, you murmured, “What do you want, hm? Want my hands again?”

He shivered, a stuttered gasp escaping his mouth as you swirled your thumb around his nipple. The little bud hardened instantly, standing tall and stiff from the stimulation. “I—I want your mouth, Miss.” he whispered, and you smiled.

“You know what you have to do,” you tutted.

Tom’s lips were trembling as you crawled onto the bed, perching on your knees between his thighs, and he pleaded weakly, “P-please! I want your mouth, Miss, want it so bad.” His hips bucked wildly as your hands delicately caressed the skin of his inner thighs, and you admired the trail of goosebumps that erupted in their path. He was always so reactive, and it made your belly twist up in knots.

Seeing him there, entire body physically quivering for you to just do something, the world around you faded away. No longer did you care about the cameras trained upon you, and the faint sounds created by the crew vanished into white noise—it was just you and Tom. His legs were straining against the rope that tied them down, flexing and tensing as he tried his hardest to chase the hands that touched them.

Humming, your hands dragged up his thighs to rest on his hips. Thumbs dipping into the rippled lines of muscle that descended from his abdomen to his center, the length of his cock was reddened and leaking as it rested on his heaving stomach. Tom’s breathing picked up a notch as you teased the skin with a feather light touch, the area bare and smooth; he liked to keep things groomed for filming.

“Do you think you deserve my mouth, baby?”

Tom gasped when your hand closed around his length, stroking soft and slow pumps with almost no pressure at all. “Yes, I’ve been a good boy, Miss! I’ll—I’ll be so good for you!” he pleaded, voice hoarse, and you smirked at the way his head rolled around helplessly. “Please, Miss!”

Pulling at his length with more conviction, you relished in the strangled cry of relief he gave. “Don’t cum until I say so, understand?” you commanded, tone heavy with warning, and he nodded with a choked moan.

The sounds Tom made when your lips finally wrapped around his tip, lapping greedily at the pre-cum that was beaded on his slit, were purely animalistic. Carnal shouts of ecstasy and relief, his mouth hanging wide as he tugged relentlessly on his restraints. Each noise, each cry and plea for you to take him further, spurred you on. Your lips wrapped around him tighter, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked harder, and you flattened your tongue to take more of him.

Tears welled in your eyes when you pushed the tip of your nose into his pelvis, his length buried deep in your throat and choking you. “Oh, fuck!” he cried out, hips bucking wildly off the bed, and you gagged roughly around him. The noise of your wet, sloppy cough around his length paired with the sensation of your throat constricting had him trembling beneath you.

“Miss, ‘m gonna cum,” Tom panted. His voice was broken and cracked, his throat undoubtedly worn out from the guttural sounds that had ripped it apart. You hummed around him before pulling away with a grin, loving the way his hips chased after you sloppily. “I—why did you stop?” he groaned, lips puffing up in a tiny pout.

You tutted, swirling your thumb lazily around his tip and licking the vein that ran along his shaft. There was nothing more you wanted in that moment than to strip your costume off and slide into his lap, but the video didn’t call for that. This time around the focus was all on Tom, endless edging and denial for the panting man on the bed.

As his breathing finally slowed, the erratic rise and fall of his chest deepening with his steadier inhales and exhales, you dipped closer once more. Almost instantaneously he stiffened, cock twitching in your hand expectantly, and you smirked at how needy he was. Now, after all the times you and Tom had slept together, it made you feel good to finally be in control. It felt good to be the one delving out the excruciating push and pull, dangling him right at the precipice of ecstasy only to drag him away before he could fall.

So, maybe you were being a little vindictive when you sucked his weeping tip between your lips and curled your tongue around it just like you knew he loved. When Tom was in control he rarely gave you the chance to truly treat him well; most often he’d be holding your head and choking the life out of you as he thrust to his heart’s content. But now? Now you were setting the pace, calling the shots, and damn if you weren’t going to make him fucking cry.

Already he was whimpering pathetically, his breathing jagged and voice hoarse as he continually vocalized his need for you. His entire body was glistening with a light sheen of sweat and oil, the latter courtesy of Marlena the makeup artist, and he looked ethereal. He looked like a classical painting or sculpture, all artistically harsh edges colliding with soft flesh. The ridges of his muscle flexed and strained against his tender, slightly flushed skin, and it made your mouth water.

You pushed him to that cliff twice more, each time forcing more and more aggressive pleas from his pretty, pink lips. Tom was growing frustrated—angry, even—and the thought of it made you excited. His jaw was tensed and ticking with every grind of his teeth, and if you’d removed the blindfold you’d surely have been met with dark, swirling pools of rage in his eyes. If there was one thing he hated, it was to be teased.

Swirling your tongue around the broad, blazing red tip of his length, you giggled when a guttural cry burst straight from his chest. There it was, you were finally getting somewhere. His body was trembling all over, knees quaking and fingers quivering, and the sound of his desperation had finally reached its peak.

“Do you want to cum, baby boy?” you murmured, lips ghosting over the ridge beneath his tip eliciting a breathy whine, “Tell me how bad you want it.”

He jerked against the restraints, snarling madly. “I’ve been so good, Miss!” he choked out, “I’ve been a good boy, please, please, please, let me—oh!”

Your nose buried in the soft flesh of his pelvis, eyes watering and throat aching as he stretched your throat out. In the blurry edges of your vision you could just barely make out the way his hands stretched against their bonds, fingers straining and clawing through the air as he fought to grasp your head like he always did. You knew he wanted to move you, to thrust in and out of you at whatever pace he desired, but you had no intentions of moving.

How long could you stay like that? Face buried in his abdomen, eyes dripping tears, saliva trailing down your chin as you strained around him? You wanted to find out, and a part of you also longed to know if you could push him over the edge just like this. Not moving, just letting the erratic twitch of your throat as you gagged stimulate him.

In the end, you caved first. He was muttering unintelligibly, lips moving in a flurry of words you couldn’t make out that wavered in pitch dramatically. You wished to keep going, but the persistent ache in your jaw and lungs told you that you needed to stop. You needed air, and if you tried to push through it you’d either suffocate or instinctively clamp your jaw around the intrusion—that certainly wouldn’t have been good.

As you pulled off of him again, breathing heavily and wheezing slightly as you stretched your jaw, you wondered if he remembered this was the end. The script called for you to leave him begging, pleading his life to release only to be left unfulfilled. He was still whining to himself, and you could just barely make out the hoarse whisper, “I’ll fucking die if you don’t let me cum, please, Miss.”

You were still stroking him slowly with your hand as you sat up, your back aching slightly at the stretch. “Don’t be so dramatic,” you teased, and he growled under his breathe, “I don’t like your attitude right now, baby boy.”

He bared his teeth in a feral grimace, jaw tight and unwavering as he jerked against the ropes violently. “I want to cum!” he whined, voice cracking and slurred despite his demanding tone.

“Is that so?” you pouted, teasing the small slit of his tip playfully, “Well, it’s too bad I don’t really care what you want.”

With that, you got up and climbed off the bed as his length fell back onto his stomach with a dull smack. He hissed at the loss of contact and fought hard to chase after you, only to growl when he remained stuck. You admired the slick sheen that coated his body and the way his cock had gone a deeper shade of red, probably throbbing to the point of near agony from all of your edging.

“Cut!”

You swallowed down the swelling lump in your throat as you approached Tom timidly. The cameras were no longer rolling, his time playing the role of a submissive man over, and already you were shivering over what you’d certainly be facing later that night. What you hadn’t expected, though, was to find genuine tears streaming down his cheeks as you removed the blindfold.

The black garment was soaked with them, and you gaped at the red rim of his eyes and the inflamed ring around his nostrils. His brown eyes were unfocused and dazed as he looked at you, still watering as he blinked up at the sudden light, and your heart thudded pitifully against your ribcage. He was crying.

He was crying, and you didn’t know whether to feel guilty or scared. “Tommy?” you whispered, chewing on your lower lip as you stroked his sweaty curls from his face, “Are you okay?”

Tom’s head lulled into your touch, and he sniffled as he blinked up at you. “Yeah, ‘m good,” he croaked, “but you won’t be later.” His threat wasn’t all that intimidating as his eyes drooped, brown eyes clouded with exhaustion and lingering remnants of desperation. You brushed aside the feelings of nervous anticipation that stirred in the pit of your belly—that could wait.

All you cared about was untying Tom and maybe finishing what you’d started in your dressing room, though you were pretty sure he was too tired to go on. His eyelashes were fluttering as he fought to keep them open, and the sight was so heartwarmingly adorable that you couldn’t help but to coo at him. He pouted when you kissed his cheek, smacking his lips at you, “You missed, darling.” Rolling your eyes with a giggle, you pecked his lips and smiled at the pleased sigh that fanned your face.

All around you, you could hear the crew mumbling words of praise, all raving over Tom’s impeccable acting. “Damn, he should be in movies or something!” one man gaped, “(Y/N), come have a look!”

“Later,” you called back, “I’m busy.” Tom murmured sleepily, his head rolling deeper into the pillows, and you pondered to yourself how you were going to get him off the bed. A quiet snore perked your ears and you shook your head—for a man with so much stamina in the bedroom, he sure was beat from a little edging.

[iridescentparkers]

serendipity - ap art design

pairing: tasm!peter parker x reader

summary: secrets are all y/n has ever known, it’s what her family was built on. her mother and father pretending to be perfect and happy. but one day, an incident makes the white picket fence built on lies come crashing down. all that she had ever known burns to ashes and happiness is far out of the question for y/n.

transferring to a new school senior year adds more stress to y/n’s plate and after a series of her portraits go viral local ‘vigilante’ known as spiderman, y/n manages to obtain a job at the daily bugle to pay for college. this alleviates some of her worries but money and perfect grades just aren’t enough. luckily though, there is an art program, perfect for y/n’s resume. the only problem, the one kid in all of her classes, and always manages gets on her damn nerves, peter, is going up for it too.

y/n and peter are always at each other’s throats. arguing and fighting with every chance they get, but somehow, they always end up together. school, work, you name it. but this closeness, this pull, somehow makes them open their eyes, and realize they are not so different after all. and somehow manage to hate each other, a little bit less. tw’s: alcohol use, drug abuse, violence

word count: 1.5k

warnings: swearing; extremely quick mentions of death and arguing. 

a/n: so for reference, i have no idea what the principals name is in tasm so, if anyone knows feel free to lmk :)

November 7th, 2014: Peter Parker 

“You sure you don’t want to stay home, Peter?” His Aunt May asked, quirking a brow inside of Peter’s doorway. Peter sat buried three feet deep in his blankets on his bed, his teeth clattering as he glanced over at his aunt.

“My god, it's like a furnace in here!” May exclaimed as she walked over to Peter’s window to draw back the blinds, letting the dimly room drink up the morning sunshine. Peter’s eyes, did not want a sip, for he flinched as the sun poured in. Peter thought he was on the verge of death.

What if this is what dying would feel like?

Last night, the bite on his neck looked concerning, two tiny teeth marks indented in his skin. Moments later, he was sweating more than the average pubescent teenage boy and felt like he was going to pass out. So, Peter did what any other concerned kid these days does and turned to…the internet. Pictures flooded his computer of bug bites, infections, and people even reaching death.

He couldn't exactly go to a doctor or tell his Aunt May because he had been snooping around in one of the most high-tech companies New York has ever seen. Being a convicted felon wasn't a good extra curricular to his college application.

11 people die per year of spider bites, and Peter was sure it wouldn't end like this. Would it?

His aunt opened his bedroom window and watched as the city bustled in front of her. “Can you close that it’s freezing in here!” 

Peter squeezed his body tighter against the covering above him while rolling his head back in his position to face his Aunt May. “Peter, the thermostat is the same and always has been, just how your uncle likes it.” 

 May stopped, glancing down at Peter as she realized what she had said. With a saddened sigh, she walked over to Peter’s bed, putting her hand in the one that had slid out of his mountain of blankets. “You don’t have to go to school today if you don’t want to, Peter. I know things have been rough.

“No, I’m going. I’ll be fine,” Peter stated. “How are you?” 

“Worse,” she laughed, running her hand along with his. “But don’t you worry about me, I’m going to be ok. Are you sure about school? I don’t want you getting others sick, dear.” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, Aunt May. It’s just some allergies,” he smiled, May then returning the gesture. The crinkle in her eyes paired with her smile seemed missing, Peter wishing for their return. 

“Did you shower?” She leaned down to place a gentle kiss on his forehead, “Cause no offense, but you are sweating like a pig, and it’s starting to smell.”

Her lips remained near his forehead as she spoke, and Peter dropped his lower lip as she pulled away. “Aunt May!” 

The universal communicator for all things Midtown is the community bulletin board, amassed with an array of colored copier paper to keep everyone in the know. 

Every once in a while, some teacher would stick up a new club or opportunity on the corked surface, Peter being the first to see it every time. Then the local jocks swing by and carelessly pin up their recruit posters. Despite the animosity and ceaseless swarm after the jocks come by, Peter never understood what the hype was all about. As long as you’re pretty no one cares about your talent.

Peter entered the building and made his first-morning rounds to the board. Peter gripped his skateboard tightly, brisking down the hall, his camera dangling around his neck. He ignored the students who came and flew through his line of sight. Stepping closer and closer, Peter kept his vision on the board, watching as it became more visible and legible. He noticed a figure wandering nearby as he approached the board.

The figure had dark brown curls tied into a high ponytail, her hair staying there with a colorful scarf. Once in focus, Peter could see all of her. Her ribbed white top and long sleeves covered the rest of her arms. Her jeans hung low on her hip, revealing a few inches of her torso. He clenched his jaw as he rested in the place next to her, not even bothering to acknowledge her.

He moved to put his camera in his crossbody bag, slowing down as he approached his destination. The girl, however, was reading something, muttering under her breath as Peter reached in his pocket to grab his reading glasses.

She was reading something, muttering under her breath as Peter reached in his pocket to grab his reading glasses. A crisp and clear view of the student appeared from the corner of his eyes. 

Y/N. 

What was she doing here? This was his spot, his place for golden opportunity. She had taken everything from this school from him. There had to be nothing left to retrieve.

“Savior?” She murmured, fidgeting with the loose strands that had fallen to her face. 

Or not. 

He curled his lips upwards, lowering his lids as he pushed his glasses further up on the bridge of his nose. He attempted to look at the board like he usually does, looking for new things to do. Y/N turned her head, then looked back to the board before looking again and readjusting her eyelids, “No, back off, Parker. This is mine.” 

Blankly, his gaze remained fixated on what was in front of him before gripping his board tighter. “Deadline is in a month, and I've been at it for 3.”

Both Peter and Y/N were going on about the spring break internship at Rochester. The 2-D art program there is outstanding. Students who entered were required to make a portfolio of any art of their choosing as long as it went along with a very vague theme. This years theme was Savior. The only problem, one person, per school, can get in. And that person was going to be Peter.

 “You did three months of what? You have zero artistic ability.” Y/N remarked as she looked at Peter, but he was determined to stay focused on what was ahead of him. “Maybe except mastering the art of a stick up your ass.” 

“You mean the stick so far up that no one else seems to notice but you?” Peter questioned, “How are you so far ahead in your math class, yet you can’t even seem to notice the common denominator here?”

“Because ever since I’ve got here, you seem to be the only one to treat me like shit.” 

“Or, better yet, I’m the only one who can see how much of a pain you are.” 

Continuing to look forward, he noticed her roll her eyes from out to the corner of his own. “I still never even see you do so much as to even pick up a paintbrush outside of art class.”

“I thought I told you not to worry about me?” Peter asked, lightly jutting his head back as he attempted to analyze the board. “Stick to making art with skills you obtained in overpriced, mediocre at best, art classes, while I will utilize my natural-born abilities to get that internship.”

“Did you ever think and consider that I maybe have some sort of artistic talents-” 

“No, not really. Nor have I ever cared to.” 

“You know what, have fun completing your cute second-grade art project while I go out and get an internship that will look great on my college resume.” She seethed, adjusting the straps on her bag before readjusting her feet in her stance. 

Falsely, Peter smiled, briefly turning to Y/N’s face, “Will do.” 

Y/N scanned her eyes up and down across his body, and Peter could practically see the frustration seeping from her own body, making him chuckle a bit, “May the best man win.” 

“Already have.” He states, putting his board to the ground before skating down the hall to his left. 

Parker: 1 Hart: 0 

Gliding through the hallways, he was met face first with a chest, “You want to keep that board, Mr. Parker!”

Peter gathered the papers and items that had splattered across the floor, resulting from him landing face-first into the man in front of him.

“Yes, sir,” he assured, moving his eyes anywhere but the teacher in front of him.

“Then wheels up, Mr.Parker.”

“Yep, wheels up, Mr. Park-” Peter then looked up, meeting eyes with Principal Jones. “Principal Jones, sir.”

His lips curled inwards after he finished his stammers, and Principal Jones walked in the direction of his office. Peter’s eyes traveled down the hallway of where he once was, watching as Y/N snickered with her arms crossed, later walking off in the opposite direction.

She saw all of that, didn’t she? 

The bell rang, alerting Peter to move as quickly as possible to his next class. He walked off with his head to the floor, pulling up the hood of his sweatshirt in an attempt to hide his embarrassment. 

Tie Game… Tie Freaking Game…

[richincolor]

So many fantastic books came out in the first months of 2022, and I plan to spend some of my spring break catching up on my TBR list. Which books will you be reading this spring?

Salaam, with Love by Sara Sharaf Beg Underlined

Being crammed into a house in Queens with her cousins is not how Dua envisions her trip to New York City. But here she is, spending the holy month of Ramadan with extended family she hasn’t seen in years.

Dua struggles to find her place in the conservative household and to connect with her aloof, engaged-to-be-married cousin, Mahnoor. And as if fasting the whole day wasn’t tiring enough, she must battle her hormones whenever she sees Hassan, the cute drummer in a Muslim band who has a habit of showing up at her most awkward moments.

After just a month, Dua is surprised to find that she’s learning a lot more than she bargained for about her faith, relationships, her place in the world—and cute drummers. . . .

The Red Palace by June Hur Feiwel & Friends

Joseon (Korea), 1758. There are few options available to illegitimate daughters in the capital city, but through hard work and study, eighteen-year-old Hyeon has earned a position as a palace nurse. All she wants is to keep her head down, do a good job, and perhaps finally win her estranged father's approval.

But Hyeon is suddenly thrust into the dark and dangerous world of court politics when someone murders four women in a single night, and the prime suspect is Hyeon's closest friend and mentor. Determined to prove her beloved teacher's innocence, Hyeon launches her own secret investigation.

In her hunt for the truth, she encounters Eojin, a young police inspector also searching for the killer. When evidence begins to point to the Crown Prince himself as the murderer, Hyeon and Eojin must work together to search the darkest corners of the palace to uncover the deadly secrets behind the bloodshed. -- Cover image and summary via Goodreads

No Filter and Other Lies by Crystal Maldonado Holiday House

You should know, right now, that I'm a liar.

They're usually little lies. Tiny lies. Baby lies. Not so much lies as lie adjacent.

But they're still lies.

Twenty one-year-old Max Monroe has it all: beauty, friends, and a glittering life filled with adventure. With tons of followers on Instagram, her picture-perfect existence seems eminently enviable.

Except it's all fake.

Max is actually 16-year-old Kat Sanchez, a quiet and sarcastic teenager living in drab Bakersfield, California. Nothing glamorous in her existence--just sprawl, bad house parties, a crap school year, and the awkwardness of dealing with her best friend Hari's unrequited love. But while Kat's life is far from perfect, she thrives as Max: doling out advice, sharing beautiful photos, networking with famous influencers, even making a real friend in a follower named Elena. The closer Elena and "Max" get--texting, Snapping, and even calling--the more Kat feels she has to keep up the facade.

But when one of Max's posts goes ultra-viral and gets back to the very person she's been stealing photos from, her entire world - real and fake -- comes crashing down around her. She has to figure out a way to get herself out of the huge web of lies she's created without hurting the people she loves.

But it might already be too late.

Survive the Dome by Kosoko Jackson Sourcebooks Fire

Jamal Lawson just wanted to be a part of something. As an aspiring journalist, he packs up his camera and heads to Baltimore to document a rally protesting police brutality after another Black man is murdered.

But before it even really begins, the city implements a new safety protocol...the Dome. The Dome surrounds the city, forcing those within to subscribe to a total militarized shutdown. No one can get in, and no one can get out.

Alone in a strange place, Jamal doesn't know where to turn...until he meets hacker Marco, who knows more than he lets on, and Catherine, an AWOL basic-training-graduate, whose parents helped build the initial plans for the Dome.

As unrest inside of Baltimore grows throughout the days-long lockdown, Marco, Catherine, and Jamal take the fight directly to the chief of police. But the city is corrupt from the inside out, and it's going to take everything they have to survive.

[poodlejoonas]

Dad!BC AU - the moms

So wow-ihateithere and I (because for some reason Tumblr won’t let me directly @ you) have been tossing out so many amazing ideas for the BC dad AU lately that we’ve thought of pretty much every scenario under the sun. One idea I’d like to throw in here is the group that is the moms who make up their own personal wolfpack. Since they’ll be brought in as stand-alone characters soon, it would be better to have a basic introduction for each and how they know/interact with each other.

(Under the read-more for length)

Joel - Emilia (”Millie”) Hokka - The absolute baddest bitch you will meet on this planet. She's a 5′1″ sweetheart, but if you lay a single finger on her kid, her husband, her BC brothers and sisters, or any of her nieces and nephews, she will become the human embodiment of that one line from “Wolfpack.” You know the one. She’s gone viral before for Joel needing to hold her back from fighting the mom of a kid who’s bullying Enkka at school, and literally watching this tiny woman become a human hurricane at the drop of a hat was enough for this kid to immediately leave him alone. From then on, kids at school know not to come after Viktor Hokka because his mom doesn’t play around. Why would she? After all, she dedicated 18 months of her life to trying to become a mom, and anyone who dares to come after her baby needs a running start to get away from her.

Sometimes even Joel has to hold her back from doing something she probably should regret but wouldn’t if it involved her family. He knows better than to cross a line with her. Then there are other times when they work together to be the shadiest power couple on earth, like when Aleksi’s ex-girlfriend Laila slanders him in the media for talking about taking custody of their son from her. If Joel comes home pissed about something, she’s the first one to jump on board with whatever plan he has to get his point across. She would totally have a stan account on Instagram dedicated to her called “milliehokkasupremacy”. And Joel loves his wife so much that he would eat every bit of this shit up. When she tells someone off, he writes down what she says and turns it into the lyrics of Blind Channel’s next single.

In short, Millie Hokka is 100 percent That Bitch™.

Bonus bit because this idea made me laugh: (in the comments section of a post slandering BC) @milliehokka: Bitch you better take this shit down before I puncture your fucking tires @joelhokka: She's my better half ❤️

Joonas - Kirsten Porko - Kirsten’s one of the quiet BC moms, and a hell of a lot more tame than Millie. But she has her shining moments every now and then, like when she was wondering why Millie took Joel with her knowing that she could’ve easily beaten that bully’s mom’s ass without him. She has the patience of a saint, being married to Joonas and raising two (soon to be three) kids with him. But she adores every minute of their chaotic little family. Since Sohvi was the first of the BC kids, the guys were quick to show up in support of her and Joonas. She was also pretty lonely until the others started dating their wives, and she was more than happy to have more friends to bond with.

She does the most to mother the rest of the kids when they need it. They love to come to their house because Kirsten will have a fresh pan of cookies ready for them. They also like hanging out with Joonas, but Kirsten is a fun aunt on her own. She’s typically the first to show up when one of the other moms tosses out a cry for help in taking care of their kids, especially when they’re newborns and the guys are away on tour. Kirsten’s total aesthetic is the absolute opposite of Joonas’s: she’s bubbly and wears nothing but pastel dresses and soft fabrics. A lot of people wonder what a “nice girl” like her is doing with a punk rocker like Joonas, until you see them interact and know that they’re crazy in love with each other and their kids. She’s the unassuming type, but she loves pranks as much as her husband and kids; she’ll play along whenever there’s a really good one and sometimes she can totally outdo them.

Niko - Jenna Moilanen - Jenna is Millie’s co-conspirator and partner-in-crime. If Millie needs someone to back her up and Joel’s trying to talk her out of whatever she’s thinking about doing, Jenna is the first to show up on the scene. She’s very much Niko’s type - she has just as many tattoos as him, several piercings, and hair that changes color depending on her mood. She’s naturally a blonde but you almost never see her as one. A lot of people tend to pass judgement on her abilities as a mom based on her appearance, but both of her and Niko’s kids adore her (especially their daughter Lahja) and they grow up happy with their loving parents. She’s a fantastic cook and works as a head chef at a five-star steakhouse, and she’s always willing to come home and cook for her family as well. She and Millie are the two shortest of the group, and it’s hilarious because they are both absolute spitfires.

Jenna has the best intuition when it comes to deciding who is trustworthy and who isn’t. There’s no “leader” in the group, but most of the others trust Jenna when someone gives her a bad feeling. She would be the one to raise the alarm on Laila years before she and Aleksi ever break up, and Laila would find the absolute worst way to end up on Jenna’s shit list. In her time with the group, Laila does nothing to help take care of the rest of the kids or try to fit in with the group. One day, when Leevi cries because he needs something, Jenna spots an annoyed expression out of the corner of her eye coming from Laila. It takes an intervention from God to stop Jenna from ripping her apart on the scene. The most important thing to note about Jenna: she calls her closest friends “bitch” affectionately. The moment it stops being affectionate, there’s no turning back.

Olli - Kaarina Matela - The quietest and calmest of the BC moms. She perfectly matches her husband’s energies, which is why they parent their daughters so well. She was definitely more calm than him on the day they learned they were having twins, and still is to this day. When he was panicking about their pregnancy scare, she was still managing to stay collected somehow (but just as relieved as he was). She’s very much like a suburban soccer mom type, but far from being a Karen because she’s aggressively kind to everyone around her, including hardworking people. And Olli just adores her so much, sometimes he doubts if he even deserves her. She’s always the first to remind him that there’s no one else she would rather be with.

Kaarina is the arts and crafts kind of aunt. During the summer, she likes to have the kids come over for day camp style hangout sessions where they mix in time outside with craft activities. She’s the reason why Olli’s stage outfits have been so cool lately, because she’s got a perfect eye for colors and is super skilled at hand-stitching patches. If the kids need anything repaired, they’ll know to go to Aunt Rina first because she’ll either make it as good as new, or turn it into some sick artwork. All the moms get along but she and Kirsten vibe together the best. They get together and plan the summer activities for the kids, which involve Rina planning the crafts and Kirsten baking for, and with, them.

Tommi - Marja Lalli - Marja is unique in her position as a BC mom because she joined the group when her son Miikka from a previous relationship was already almost 4. For a brief time, she was worried about herself and Miikka feeling left out of the group dynamic that was already there, but they were so quick to invite her in as one of them. A lot of it had to do with her being friends with Jenna since elementary school, and Jenna knew that the sisterhood would be more than happy to accept her. She and Niko help set her up with Tommi because they both know he would love her and accept Miikka as his own. She’s chill and reserved, but she’s still a ton of fun to be around. Along with Kaarina and Kirsten, she’s one of the level-headed moms and is typically the voice of reason for a lot of things (especially when it comes to trying to contain Millie and Jenna’s tempers).

The rest of the moms were thrilled when she told them she was pregnant with Anna, but constantly concerned and fretting over her when she was on occasional bed rest. If Tommi couldn’t be with her, it was one of them coming over to help take care of her and Miikka. Marja’s health showed the caring side of the sisterhood of the BC moms, how they are willing to take care of each other in sickness as well as celebrating the good times and defending each other from drama. Even months after Anna is born, they still come over from time to time to see if there’s any way they can help.

Aleksi - Laila Pekkanen (later on, marries Hanna Kaunisvesi) - So this one is a bit complicated. For about three years, Aleksi was in a high-profile relationship with Laila Pekkanen, a producer who worked with him on a solo single before joining BC. They meet again a couple years later and begin a relationship that last for about three years. But it was far from loving, as they were just in general not good for each other. A few weeks after their break-up, Laila calls Aleksi while he’s in the studio to break the news to him that she’s pregnant, which sends Aleksi into total emotional turmoil because he thought they were being careful. Of all the guys, he’s the most careful with avoiding this kind of thing, but it was her who missed one too many days of her birth control. They’re barely on speaking terms, but they agree to try to stay cordial until Aleksi can take full custody of the child himself. She admits to having no maternal instinct and wants nothing to do with the baby.

Here’s where it gets messy. Aleksi finally decides to break his silence on the matter and announces via Instagram that he will be a father and raise his son on his own. He does his best to tell his side of the story without dragging Laila down. But she takes it personally and goes on the radio to try to attack Aleksi, feeling like she’s being treated like a villain and a bad person for giving up her child. She feels like she’s being “exposed” in thinking that Aleksi publicly acknowledging their son’s existence would ruin her career, because she’d been trying everything possible to cover it up. It becomes a major feud between her and her team, and Aleksi and the BC team, but more industry people can back him up as a stand-up guy than they can come to her defense. She nearly ends up having Noah prematurely, and yet Aleksi still shows up in support, more so for their son than for her. When Noah is born months later, she refuses to hold him and immediately cuts off all contact with Aleksi. 

Aleksi raises Noah alone and learns to support his son when he’s later diagnosed on the autism spectrum. Noah is semi-verbal and partially communicates with sign language. He uses sign in situations when he meets a stranger, and Aleksi respects his intuition when someone makes him uncomfortable. Noah has separation anxiety from losing his mom at a young age, so Aleksi refuses to date for years because he doesn’t want to bring a revolving door of strangers around him. But then he meets Hanna, who makes an almost instant connection with him. He’s hesitant to make a decision about a long-term relationship with her until he sees how well she works with Noah. She’s one of the first people he opens up to - mostly because of her experience as a child psychologist - but the moment that seals the deal is when Noah calls her “mom” for the first time (in sign to his cousins). Fans and people he works with can’t help but notice that Aleksi is so much happier with Hanna than Laila. And as much as he would like to have a baby with her, he’s happy having Noah and wants to invest his energy into ensuring his happiness. But Hanna understands, because she’s an angel and only wants the best for her family.

[obeyme-kaidii-writes]

Hot Pepper Challenge

Mammon x poly gn!MC x Leviathan

Words - 2626

Content warnings - humor, some mild language, polyamorous relationship

Prompt/Inspiration - Mammon and Levi engage in a hot sauce battle/hot pepper challenge

Summary - Levi challenges Mammon to a Hot Pepper Challenge and things go about as well as one might expect.

AO3

You weren’t quite sure why you let them talk you into this. Normally, you did a pretty good job of keeping their combined idiocy in check. But for whatever reason, when Mammon and Levi had both come to you, eyes sparkling, full of excitement, you just couldn’t say no.

Levi had heard about a viral trend from the human world whereby you record yourself eating an extremely hot pepper and post it online. And of course, being Levi, he wanted to take things up a notch and make this a contest of sorts between him and Mammon. The prize being a date with you.

How bad could things be? you had thought to yourself. Surely demons were better suited to hot peppers than your average human, right? You would have been correct had Levi been simply intending to ingest human realm varieties. But since he cannot do anything in half measures, he upped the ante by acquiring several varieties of Devildom peppers unbeknownst to you. In fact, it wasn’t until you had started setting up the kitchen with large glasses of milk, with some containers of softened ice cream on standby in the freezer, that you noticed the peculiar peppers Levi was spreading out on the counter.

Not only were they varieties you did not recognize, there were far more of them than you had imagined necessary. It was clear he wasn’t planning on eating just one or two, and you started to have second thoughts about encouraging this activity.

“Um Levi?”

“Yeah?”

“How many peppers are you planning on eating…?”

“As many as I can get Mammon to eat,” he said with a mischievous grin. While he did love the idea of winning an extra date with you, his motives weren’t altogether pure. What he really wanted was to make a viral video for DevilTube...and seeing Mammon suffer because he would be too stubborn to back down from a challenge and admit when he’s had enough? That was icing on the cake.

It was then you realized that there was a good chance Mammon had no idea exactly what he had agreed to, and you knew your sweet, precious idiot wouldn’t be able to stop while he was ahead even after he did. You heaved a frustrated sigh, rolling your eyes at Levi, as you took up your position on the barstool opposite of where he and Mammon were to be sitting. Maybe you could send a text to Mammon, to give him a heads up at least? But no sooner had the thought crossed your mind, than Mammon strode through the kitchen doors, brimming with confidence and smiling broadly.

He walked right over to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before pressing a quick kiss to your temple. He knew he had this in the bag, and had already bought tickets to a concert he was positive you would enjoy. His smile started to falter however, when he caught sight of the lineup of peppers on display. He glanced down at you, and you just gave him a weak smile, not bothering to explain what he clearly knew.

“Uhh, Levi? Whatsup with these peppers?”

“They’re what we are using, of course,” Levi replied, smirking. This was going to be epic.

“Umm, are you crazy?! We agreed to the human realm challenge. Like that video ya showed me.”

“What’s wrong Mammon? Scared?” You glared at Levi who was looking absolutely gleeful at how things were unfolding. You loved him to bits, but he could be outright devious sometimes.

“I ain’t scared!” Mammon snapped, swallowing thickly, “Just makin’ sure we are doin’ things right is all.”

“LOL ok. Then let’s get started.”

“ Fine.”

“Well, let’s get this over with,” you mumbled to yourself, as you positioned your DDD on the mini tripod Levi had provided you. Mammon and Levi took their seats, with Mammon doing his best to keep a straight face. He hadn’t even touched the peppers yet, and was already sweating bullets.

“You know, you guys really don’t have to do this. I can just go on separate dates with…”

“NO!” They both replied, in sync. Despite the fact that Mammon looked like he was about to cry, he was still staunchly determined to win and somehow impress you. And Levi, of course, was not about to let this opportunity slip through his fingers.

You sighed again. These two were going to be the death of you, you were sure.

“Fine, ready when you are,” you said as you began recording.

Levi started with his standard DevilTuber introduction, before introducing Mammon, and thanking you for assisting. At least the color was returning to Mammon’s face and he didn’t look quite so terrified now that everything had begun and he slipped into the same headspace he used when working his modeling gigs.

Just gotta put on a performance. It didn’t really matter how hot the peppers were, there was no way Levi was going to be able to handle them. All he had to do was outlast Levi, he thought, trying to reassure himself.

“Now for the rules! We will be starting with the mildest pepper here, rated at 2,000,000 SHU all the way up to the hottest variety at 16,000,000 SHU. First one to drink the milk, loses.

Ready?”

Mammon nodded.

“Go!”

And without any further ado, the loves of your life took massive bites out of the first peppers.

And you waited.

And you watched.

Levi was the first to start squirming, his face becoming progressively more red. He immediately regret his decision to wear his usual outfit and quickly removed his jacket, tossing it to the side.

Mammon on the other hand, was nibbling on what remained of his first pepper. He was relieved that this was the variety they started with, because it was the same one used to flavor his beloved Hell Sauce Noodles. And judging by the look on Levi’s face, he wasn’t going to be lasting much longer.

“What’s the matter, Levi? Too hot for ya?” he taunted.

“Shut up. I’m just getting started.”

It may have appeared that Levi had overlooked Mammon’s love of spicy things, but this was all part of his Master Plan to lull him into a false sense of security. At least that’s what he was telling himself. In reality, he had completely forgotten about it and hadn’t thought to check the ingredients for the cup noodles he knew Mammon was so fond of. But there was no way he was going to admit to that.

“Ready?” asked Levi, as he grabbed the next pepper in the lineup.

“Yup.”

This one wasn’t much hotter than the first, so Mammon quickly polished it off, licking any stray juices off his fingers. If things kept up at this rate, he was going to have this in the bag. He just had to hope that Levi gave up long before they reached the final pepper that Mammon knew for a fact was way too hot for something anyone had any business eating.

Levi kept stealing nervous glances at the nearby glass of milk, and you briefly considered offering it to him but decided that would only egg his competitive nature on and have the opposite intended effect. So instead, you continued on in your role as a silent observer and camera operator. At least Mammon was handling things well, so far, which allowed you to relax some.

“Next,” Levi choked out. This third variety was the one he personally had to stop at in his practice runs. He didn’t know what he was going to do if Mammon was able to take it as well as the previous two. “Ruri-chan help me,” he whispered under his breath.

Mammon confidently picked up the third pepper, taking a large bite from it as he had done with the others, flashing you a brilliant smile in the process. But after a few moments, you noticed the heat start to rise to his cheeks as he quickly shuffled off his jacket. It seemed this variety was a good leap up on the heat scale, one Mammon was absolutely not expecting.

Even though Levi was on the brink of tears, it did not escape his notice when Mammon had started showing a reaction. He fist pumped internally, sitting up a little bit taller, having regained some of his confidence from earlier. Just a bit more, he thought, one more was all he needed to break Mammon. He just had to tough it out a tiny bit longer.

“Next.”

This time Mammon was a bit more hesitant, but he wasn’t about to back down now. Not after he had come this far.

So he took his first bite, and the reaction was almost immediate. Tears welled up in his eyes, sweat started pouring down his face, and he could even feel his nose start to run. He sniffled, trying to maintain his composure, not wanting to let on just how badly he was being affected, and shot a sideways glance to Levi.

Levi was sobbing at this point, not even bothering to conceal the pain he was in as the tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew he needed to swallow, to get the pepper out of his mouth, but his body was fighting against him and refusing to let it happen. So instead he simply sat there, as more and more heat gathered on his tongue. He swore he could feel a hole starting to form in his mouth, the longer he kept the pepper there, but finally he managed to gag/cough in such a way he was able to choke it down.

Dumbasses. That’s what they are. Dumbasses.

“Ready to give up, Levi?” Mammon taunted.

“HA! As if. This is nothing,” but his tear stained face was telling quite a different story.

“Next pepper.”

“Right. Next pepper.”

“Yep.”

“Yep.”

The boys stared at the next variety before them, neither eager to take another bite. They kept stealing glances at the other, daring one another to reach for the milk. Both were regretting their life choices at this point, and Mammon was saying a small prayer, to whoever listened to demons, that if they just let him win this challenge, he’d walk the straight and narrow and stop stealing from his brothers. Except Levi. Levi deserved everything he had coming to him.

“...are we stopping here…?” you asked. It had been a good five minutes now of them just staring at their peppers and occasionally looking at one another. They both jumped at the sound of your voice, having forgotten completely about you and the fact this was all being recorded.

“Nope!” was all Levi said as he grabbed the next pepper, and brought it to his lips, Mammon following suit. With one final glance at the other, they took a bite.

Mammon was crying now, his nose running, and his whole face and neck flushed. This had to be the worst decision he had ever made, and that included all the shit he had pulled that had resulted in him strung up by the rafters for days on end. Why? Why had he decided this was a good idea? It wasn’t like you didn’t go on enough dates with him already. You spent plenty of time together. He should have just been content with what he had. Now he was going to die for sure before he ever got to take you anywhere again.

At some point Levi had removed his shirt and was now sitting bare chested, bracing himself against the counter top. His upper body was so red he honestly looked more like a tomato than a demon. He was breathing heavily, as he struggled against every fiber of his being that was urging him to just admit defeat like the loser he was and chug the damn milk. But he couldn’t. It would be more humiliation than he could bare if you had to see him give up after he was the one that started this whole thing and had been so smug and confident about it.

Involuntarily, Mammon reached out and grabbed the glass of milk. It felt so cool on his palm. When he realized what he had done, he tried to let go, but his self preservation instincts had reached their limits and were not about to let that happen.

Levi noticed Mammon’s movements, and he couldn’t help but smile. Well, he tried to smile. It looked more like one of those “please pity me” smiles as he psychically begged Mammon to take the first sip. His eyes were blurry with tears, and before he even knew what he was doing, Levi had wiped the sweat and tears away from them.

The moments that followed were pure and absolute chaos.

Levi stared at his hand in absolute horror. What had he done?! Without hesitation, he grabbed the glass of milk and dumped it on his face.

“HA!” Mammon called out, before quickly chugging down his own glass of milk.

“I DIDNT DRINK IT!” Levi whined, scrambling to the freezer so he could start on the ice cream.

“LIKE HELL YOU DIDNT!”

“YOU LOST!”

“FUCK YOU!”

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT YOU STUPID IDIOT! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STOP SOONER!”

“YOURE THE ONE WHO STARTED THIS, DUMBASS!”

You watched on as Mammon and Levi took turns crying and yelling, hurling insults at each other, through gulps of milk and mouthfuls of ice cream. There wasn’t much else you could do really besides sit there and make sure they didn’t fling anything on your DDD, wondering exactly how long they were going to keep this up for.

As their wailing continued, Lucifer popped his head in to see what all the fuss was about, ready to lay into Mammon. But when he saw him writhing in pain on the floor, shoving hunks of bread into his overstuffed mouth, he realized there wasn’t anything he could do to punish him more thoroughly than how he was suffering right now. He also caught sight of Levi, who was now laying on his stomach, cheek flushed to the floor while he spread out his limbs to get as much contact with the cool surface as possible.

Even though the pain in his mouth had subsided, (whether because he managed to clear out of all traces of the peppers, or because his nerve endings had simply been burnt away, he didn’t know) his body was impossibly hot and at some point he had also removed his pants, leaving him in nothing but his Azuki-tan boxers. He knew he should be embarrassed to be in such a state of undress not only in front of you, but in a public place like the kitchen, but he didn’t care. The only thing that kept him from jumping into Henry’s fish tank was the exhaustion that was weighing down his limbs, and the thought of how much work it would be to access the top of the tank.

A smug smile spread across Lucifer’s face, satisfied with his brother's joint misery. When he turned to look at you, he briefly felt something akin to pity, but you were as much to blame for this as they were, as far as he was concerned. You had chosen them, after all, for reasons that Lucifer couldn’t quite fathom, and you knew exactly what you had been getting yourself into when you had done so.

So, with a wave of his hand Lucifer wished you “Good luck” as he left the kitchen and headed towards his study to relax to one of his favorite records. One that he felt would harmonize perfectly with the sounds of their suffering.

[belovedstill]

of dadhood and dummies (ao3) | mlqc | victor & mc

written for “What did I just witness?” | send me a prompt

It wasn’t often that Victor got to get up in the middle of the night to take care of his baby daughter. It wasn’t often that he had to sing to calm her, either. He promised he could do it, though—swore that he would take care of it.

And take care of it, he tried.

“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word...” His voice cracked at first, unused to the melody just yet; he cleared his throat and sighed at the words. “Not that you can speak; you’re too tiny, aren’t you?”

Lily didn’t seem to listen, though; she continued to cry so Victor kissed her head and continued singing. It always seemed to calm her down when MC did it.

“Papa’s going to buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don’t sing, Papa’s going to buy you a diamond ring.”

Each item in the lullaby grew more and more ridiculous. Why would she need a ring? A looking glass would probably be dangerous for an infant. A goat? A bull? A dog? What was with all the animals? Who wrote that thing?

Who thought it was okay to teach a child from their earliest years that promising money and gifts in exchange of silence was appropriate? Outrageous.

“Shh, darling,” Victor murmured once both the song and his hushed criticism drew to a close and Lily didn’t seem to be any closer to being calm than before. He sighed and pressed his cheek against her little head. “You hated it too, huh? I won’t sing this one ever again, don’t worry.”

“What did I just witness?”

He stilled completely at the amusement rolling off those simple five words.

Of course she came. Of course she heard.

“I told you,” he said with a sigh, looking at his wife over his shoulder, “you didn’t have to get up. I have it covered.”

MC arched her eyebrow at him where she stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed on her chest. ‘Doesn’t look like it,’ seemed to say her utterly unconvinced, utterly charming smile.

She was utterly supposed to still be in bed.

Victor huffed and rocked Lily in his arms again. “It’s all because of that lullaby sheet you left here. She’s not a fan.” Whether it was the words or his own singing voice, he preferred not to specify. “I’m not, either.”

The next thing he knew, sleep-warm arms slowly wrapped around his waist from behind. Cheek pressed in the space between his shoulder blades, MC stroke Lily’s head with one of her hands. “I fed her right before bed… Did you check her diaper?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I did. Contrary to popular belief, I know how to take care of my own child in more ways than just financially.”

MC tightened her hold on him with an unhappy sound. “It was just a joke, you know,” she murmured with the teasing lilt that his heart knew very well by now. “The lullaby. I know best just how caring of a father you are.”

The thing was, Victor didn’t care what ridiculous gossip the tabloids wrote about him; he scoffed at people with nothing better to do busying themselves with criticising his every step as a young CEO-turned-dad and calling him neglectful and cold every chance they got. Some times, though—some nights—it found a way to worm its way into his mind and refused to let go.

Some nights—most nights—it was MC who got up to take care of their crying daughter.

(“She’s probably hungry. I’ll feed her,” she’d say, just so he got some sleep after the day’s dose of LFG-business-gone-awry and the clean-up that followed.

Or, “I’m on maternity leave, you know. I’m getting more rest than you do.”

Or, “I miss her too much, don’t take that away from me!”

The last one was a joke, he knew, but it often left a pang in his heart. That’s why, when MC teasingly hit him with a pillow and repeated the same line earlier that night, he caught her wrist and said, so softly he thought perhaps she wouldn’t hear, “I miss her, too.”)

(She heard.)

MC’s soothing cooing brought him out of his thoughts just in time to see her stepping closer to their baby girl. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” She leaned up on her tiptoes and kissed Lily’s tiny clenched fist. Her eyes found Victor’s and she smirked. “Our attention-seeker.”

Victor’s heart quite positively skipped a beat.

(Whether she meant Lily or him didn’t matter; she was right anyway.)

MC chuckled—(She knows, Victor thought, and oh, wasn’t that troublesome?)—and stepped away towards the crib, taking with her the warmth and clean scent he’d got used to already. “She must have lost her dummy,” she said as she pulled the baby blanket away in her search.

Walked right into this one, he thought with a smirk.

“That’s an easy one,” he said, and when MC hummed quizzically and glanced up at him, he carefully put their squirming daughter in her arms. “She has one right here.”

It took several seconds for the spark of understanding to shine in MC’s eyes. When it did, she shot him a playful glare with a huffed laugh. “You’re such an idiot,” she laughed while Victor finally, finally found the pacifier and gave it to Lily.

The room gradually grew quiet; Lily grunted for a bit, the pacifier shifting in her mouth, until eventually her tired eyelids closed for the night.

Victor glanced at MC with a teasingly unimpressed look. “Wasn’t that my line?”

She smiled her sweetest smile yet and softly sang, “I gave birth to your child.”

That she did—and damn if he weren’t the luckiest man alive for it.

...even if she’d used that argument at least a hundred times already.

He couldn’t help the comfortable pressure of happiness in his chest, nor the smile that took over his lips. As delicately as he could, he wrapped his arms around his family—the one thing he’d give away everything he’d ever owned for—and pressed a tender kiss to MC’s forehead.

“Touché.”

“Such a bummer,” MC muttered when they were back in bed.

Victor sighed. “What is?”

She shifted in his arms. “I didn’t get to record you singing that lullaby.” That’s what’s keeping her awake? “I’m sure your running commentary would have made for a good viral video.”

He rolled his eyes and pulled her closer to his chest. “Go to sleep, dummy.”

She did—or at least he thought so until she jerked against him and suddenly grew tense. 

“Victor,” she spoke and he could tell from her even tone alone that she was far from trying to fall asleep again. “Doesn’t our baby monitor record everything?”

Oh.

Oh no.

“...No, it doesn’t.”

MC’s sleepy eyes turned wide and she grinned at him. He tried to stop her, he did—but before he managed to sit up and reach for her, she’d already shot out of bed and rushed towards the nursery.

“MC!”

His only reply came a moment later in the form of his wife’s happy hum through the baby monitor.

He let out a heavy sigh and dropped back against his pillow.

Well, he thought with a sense of helpless finality, at least that’ll put an end to all the rumours.

(And it did. From that day onward, nobody dared to say anything negative about Victor Lee’s fatherhood ever again.)

[fmdjoosungarchive]

sung vs discography

word count: 1600+

tldr; with sung’s revamp, his solo discography has changed, and i wanna talk abt its relevance to sung’s career n life. basc backdating a lot of storyline. he’s a lot more concept and performance focused which is his natural state as a muse tbh so it’s a rly good change. if ur only curious abt what the songs are they’re separated by release so go 4 it

191106: in sensitivity, the first solo mini-album tracklist: 1. sad memories (intro) full melody and arrangement 2. badbye ft. npc full lyrics, melody, and arrangement 3. sensitive (interlude) full melody and arrangement 4. flower ft. npc partial lyrics, melody, arrangement, and choreography

we’re ignoring that the intro n interlude dont rly have topline melodies alright credits r fake everything is fake

this album was still a rush job in response to sung’s viral moment and what came after. however, since he doesn’t have releases before this like he used to, it’s even more of a surprise. sung didn’t expect to have solo music, esp when they were still in the tail end of rookie era

here, it being a rushed album affects the end product more in the lack of tracks, and how there’s only one traditional song on the album

but the tracks serve the purpose of being a Concept

and that’s a much bigger focus in his discography now. his discography before was a lot of ideas, storylines, songs that fit element, as well as trying to fit both who sung is and what his position offered. but it was a lot of compromises against how i think of sung. as a producer, i absolutely think of him in sentimental music, coffee shop music, and that’s something that can be reflected in what he writes for others, but it has its touch in this album

new in sensitivity is like taking the concepts of happiness and in sensitivity and meshing them, bc happiness was dropped. they were pretty similar anyway

starting with sad memories, it’s still a song sung wrote as a love letter to piano, in finding his love of it once again. he’s extremely proud of it

badbye is conceptual heavy, now not only expressing deeply exhausted emotion in instrumentals, but voice too

sensitive identifies the core concept of the album, that this is him expressing his emotions openly, because he’s a sensitive person, and that that’s okay

aaand flower. this being the title track changes the role this album plays in sung’s life. unlike with body/ya, sung wouldn’t have had the creativity taken away from him. the title would just be tweaked because, well it’s his first

there is a level of sensuality to this release/others later on, but it’s not as in your face and uncomfortable for sung, so he’s a lot more pleased with his solo music bc of that

flower’s sound is very grandiose. when sung made it, he would have been thinking it was too uncommon of a song to be a title, and would be surprised when it was chosen for it. writing it was him pushing his creative boundaries as it comes to sound. the first hint of it was a tiny ditty he would have written for one of his last evaluations at gold star, and when he was kicked from the company, he added lyrics that became about that experience. but because he wasn’t a songwriter back then, he dropped it and forgot about it for years. when making in sensitivity, sung would have come back to that and made it into a full song that expressed his fears about becoming a trainee and eventual idol again. he felt like he had lost Everything, because he finally found a passion of his own, and it was taken. he feared it being taken again, feared that he wouldn’t make it. writing it later in life offers the gift of hindsight in knowing it would be okay

and anticlimactic after that, but the choreo would have come bc sung had so many ideas he was tossing on the other choreographer that he ended up becoming the choreographer too skdjsk

200216: press your number, promoted single full lyrics, full choreography

hopefully the rest of these r shorter lol

now i kno none of yall r surprised my shawol ass snatched a lil taemin here. i went w pyn because i feel like it’s taemin’s release with the strongest concept to it. its concept and packaging was actually the biggest inspiration for in sensitivity’s album cover so i think it fits rly well in that way too, creates a thru line

arguably, this is the least sung has been involved in his solo music, aside from base singles, but a lot of that comes from the same as what happened with money, that dms wanted sung to have a cb soon after their debut, and tossed a song towards sung like this is the one go add a little of ur flair

but opposed to money, the lyrics aren’t very personal. i imagine he would have been inspired by a relationship in a show he was watching and then would add in his own details thru his breakups w wamen. choreography would have been rushed, too, so it’s not the most inventive thing he’s come up with, but he still likes it a lot. overall this is a very easy era, still sticks to who he is but isn’t the most personal

200627: quit playing, colla3orate single

i have little to say abt this sung just changed position to hoon so he got to live out his dream of having a threesome w ash. not how he imagined it happening but he’ll take it :/

(& he still feels uncomfortable being sexualised to this degree)

2008XX-2011XX: our songs, competition show releases: 1. rise full lyrics, melody, and arrangement 2. musical in life full lyrics, melody, and arrangement 3. babybaby full lyrics, melody, and arrangement

the latter two releases came out after the release listed below, but it’s easier to have them all together

for the simplest, babybaby has no change

now, rise is replacing smile which was for the round about self introduction. whereas before it focused on the family oriented sim trait of sung’s, rise is about his passion for dance. it’s one of my favorite taemin songs overall, like i find it So beautiful to listen to, and with the performance i linked (taem emo singing while a dancer does an interpretive dance around him, finalized by a literal rising at the end), i think it becomes all the more beautiful. the lyrics base around the story of icarus, and come off very, please don’t leave me, you’re the light of my life, i’ll burn myself a million times just to get close to you. and as much as the point of icarus is a cautionary tale, sung does feel like he has and will put his wellbeing on the line in order to continue dancing/working towards being an idol. he’s the type who fell asleep in practice rooms because he was there so long, and continuously danced through a hip injury bc he didn’t wanna b a liability. he had plastic surgery in order to try to convince gold star to keep him as a trainee. he has done a Lot in order to get to where he is. it’s a deeply personal song and getting sixth place with it would have torn him to shreds

but it would also light a fire under him, which leads into musical in life. sung isn’t a musical actor like junsu, so it’s not a song based on personal experience so much. this song is all about pushing a concept forward, and it’s Literally theatrical. there are multiple references to musicals in the lyrics and the performance. the performance has two tap dance breaks as well. the lyrics also discuss a bit about idols not being allowed to date which i think sung would have Feelings abt. but overall this performance would be sung wanting to go All Out. he’d have done extensive research into musicals and probably made multiple powerpoints that he gave to dms like this is concept pls make it happen. and ! the bitch would get second place ! doesn’t get first in live nor online voting but he’s iconique enough to get second anyway

in general i really wanted to keep our songs bc i think it’s an important milestone for sung as a producer, and also adds more context for why he doesn’t promote solo again for a long while. quantum had four cbs in 2020 for one, and for two, he had a lot of other projects going on, including musical projects like this. he’s just a busy lad

200906: when we disco, collab portal partial lyrics, melody, and arrangement

here me out,, sung = jyp? makes no sense. sung = when we disco? makes All the sense. i personally think this song is best enjoyed when u look just at sunmi whenever u can, and jyp neck n below the rest of the time

this one i think is like dms saying let’s have another release so we can keep ur fans satisfied n sung’s like okay i have these songs if u wanna just pick one, n they pick when we disco and rework it to what they want

u can go ahead n still imagine hyeju’s the other person in this (forgot to say this is replacing don’t) bc she would be great in it

the sound and lyrics would have come about by sung rly just,, faffing abt? he’d be wanting to dip into other genres and would wanna make a disco revival part 2 song

filming was a bit of a stretch on his time, but aside from that he thinks it’s fun, and adds a nice different element to his concepts? flower and pyn both have more serious/’darker’ concepts, n when we disco is stupid fun if u ignore the mob boss,,,, thing,,,,

210520: cabi song, colla3orate single

oh cabi cabi deo hottest hottest

210606: spider, promoted single full lyrics and melody, partial arrangement and choreography

uh so the story here is... quantum weren’t havin cbs,,, so,,,,, sung cb🤪

the instrumental and melody would have started from sung wanting to take his coffee shop music and make it something brighter, here with dance and edm influence as well. the lyrics would have shifted the sound further. it’s the first of his solo releases he’s written with a Focus on sexuality in the concept so balancing between being too much and too little would be necessary, as well as sonically invoking that feeling of being trapped in a complex and beautiful web you don’t want to leave

lyrically it would have started about s*x ngl but the funniest thing is def in the process of writing it would have come back around to his relationship w depression n how he deals w negative emotions. it’s multilayered

and the choreo, tbh it’s just a Very involved choreography so i’m sure it was nice for him to have someone to help visualize with. i think this is the level of sexuality he enjoys being able to show, because the focus isn’t just on looks, it’s on energy, performance, sound. the highest value of the song to him is the choreography so it feels much more doable

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Remember I Love You

A/n: This is my first time writing for our Lee Know! So I hope you like it! I adjusted the age a little bit so the hate would be a little more realistic I hope that's okay :)  (this is not edited btw sorry if there are spelling errors, I type fast)

Requested by: @petalskook​ (thank you for requesting bb!!!)

Word Count: 1.7K

Warnings: mentions of hate? nothing else maybe cussing?.....

Member: Lee Minho

Summary: Being a Soloist attracts a lot of attention. The focus now seems to be on the age gap between you and your boyfriend Minho. While it seems small to him, you can’t help but focus on what the media and fans are saying. Minho has to remind you what he sees instead of what the public sees.

Genre: angst, fluff, romance, idol!au

The green room was surprisingly hot. Sweat dripped down the back of your neck as you looked up at the TV screen. The MCs were commenting on the stage you just did and clips of you dancing with your back up dancers showed behind them. “Miss Y/n, you got a text message.” A staff member said handing you your phone. 

You smiled seeing a text from your boyfriend, Minho. He was set to go on stage a few acts after you but had to stay with his members. Quickly you responded before flipping over to Twitter to post about the stage. You were shocked to find your name already trending. 

Curious, you slid your finger over to the tag and scrolled through the first couple of posts. They seemed to all be about you and Minho. Your relationship was no secret. The two of you had been completely honest since the beginning. 

I can’t believe our Minho is dating such an old Ajhumma 

Fans Wonder About the Age Gap Between Stray Kids Lee Know and Soloist Y/n

Y/n should just stick to people her own age and leave Minho to us

She is way too old for someone like Minho. Her career is pretty much at its end soon anyway. #CancelY/n 

Isn’t she embarrassed to be dating someone younger and more successful than her?

Running a hand through your hair, you tossed your phone onto the couch beside you. The age gap wasn’t that big of a deal, was it? You thought nothing of it and you assumed Minho didn’t mind. You weren’t that much older than him. There was hardly a year's distance between your ages. 

“Y/n, do you want to stay and watch the stages or are you going back to the company?” Your manager asked you with a busy but kind smile. You thought about it for a moment, your eyes glancing at the phone once more. For some reason, you just felt like hiding from the world under your covers. Your shoulders felt oddly heavy now and your chest felt like there was an invisible weight on it.

“I think I’m just going to go home if my schedule is done. Will you tell Minho that I wasn’t feeling well and that I am sorry I missed his stage?”

Your manager smiled and checked your schedule before giving you the okay to leave. After giving the stylists your stage clothes back you changed and hopped in the car that would take you home. The radio played softly as one of your security detail drove you home. Your ears picked up Minho’s name mentioned.

“Oh Yes! He was on the show last week right?”

“Apparently, his girlfriend is going viral on SNS.”

“She is a little old for him.”

“She is so fierce onstage; do you think she makes him do everything at home too?”

“Oh, Noona! Why? Can’t I choose what film to watch??” The host said in a mocking voice.

“I could never date a woman older than me. I would hate not feeling masculine like that.”

You sighed and tried to ignore the jokes they were making and stared at the passing city scenery. No matter how hard you tried you couldn’t get their annoying voice out of your head. “Joonhee, can you please turn off the radio.” He nodded politely and switched off the radio. You rode the rest of the way home in silence. 

You could usually handle the hate about you or your relationship, but this was just intense for one day. You sighed seeing photographers outside of your apartment. “Should I escort you inside?” Joonhee asked, ready to get out of the car.

“No, I’ll be fine. Thank you, Joonhee!” You put on a fake smile and thanked him before gathering your bag and exiting the vehicle. Thankful you left on your stage makeup, you waved to some of the reporters you knew. However, there were quite a few journalists shouting at you for a comment on the articles about you and Minho. Choosing to stay silent you simply smiled and walked into your building.

Thank goodness for doormen and security. This was just too much for one day. You glanced at your phone as you waited for the elevator to climb it’s way to the eighth floor. No text from Minho; which wasn’t unusual. He was probably performing now and had schedules later. However there several notifications from Twitter and Instagram. 

The ding of the elevator brought you back to reality. Finally, you could be safe in your own apartment. Away from reporters and rumors and people who hated you for no reason. Having had enough of the world, you placed your phone on the kitchen counter and shut it off fully. 

With tired and sluggish movements you wiped off your makeup in the bathroom mirror. Your eyes stopped on your forehead seeing a couple wrinkles you hadn’t noticed before. Most likely from stress but your mind couldn’t help but remind you that you were aging faster than Minho.

With yet another heavy sigh you threw the hand towel in the sink and flipped off the lights. Your heavy body flopped onto the couch and stayed there for the next ten minutes. Eventually finding the motivation to do so, you reached for the remote and turned on the television to a random channel. Some drama you had seen probably a million times was playing. 

The hours passed by as if time was moving through tar or glue. You watched as the shadows grew longer across your apartment floor and the sun slowly disappeared, leaving you in a dark apartment. You were hungry but not hungry enough to get up to go to the fridge. You were cold, but not cold enough to go get a blanket. So instead you sat there on your couch, staring mindlessly at the TV. 

The front door opened with a loud noise and your boyfriend charged into the room, his brows furrowed. “Hey! Not answering messages and calls is my thing! I’ve been texting and calling you for the past three hours. What’s the deal?” You blinked as he turned on a lamp, eyes not used to the light from being in the dark. 

“Sorry...”

He stared at you in disbelief. Sorry? That was all he got? You just didn’t really feel like talking or doing anything really. You hated to admit it, but the comments had gotten you pretty depressed. He watched you shift on the couch under his unrelenting gaze. 

“Is it your time of the month or something? What’s up with you?”

“Minho- just leave me alone. I have had enough of today.” Having reached your already short limit, you got up off the couch and headed to the bedroom. His grip on your arm stopped you. 

“Y/n-...what’s wrong? Tell me.” 

His voice softened and he looked a little concerned. His thumb brushed the skin of your arm softly. It was Minho’s way of saying: I’m comforting you but I’m too badass and tsundere to actually do anything so I’ll do this instead.

“Minho, I’m not in the mood. Just go do your own stuff.” You said pulling away from your boyfriend. Before you could even reach the hallway he called out again.

“Y/n L/n, if you don’t tell me what the hell is wrong in the next ten seconds I’m withholding sex for the next three weeks.”

You turned slowly and rose an eyebrow at his words.

“Minho- honey, you are in no position to make that demand.”

He sighed when you turned back around and entered the bedroom. Starting to get a little frustrated, he followed and shut the door behind him. Your back was to him as you sat on your side of the bed. He noticed how heavy your shoulders looked and how tired you seemed. You were so full of energy when he saw you perform. What was wrong?

The sounds of his footsteps padded across the room. He kneeled in front of you, taking your hands in his. Your eyes stayed focused on your lap, not wanting to look at him. “I’m doing my best not to be frustrated with you because I know you are hurting. I’m trying to help, my love.” His voice was gentle as he stared at your sorrowful face. You let a few more minutes of silence pass before deciding Minho wasn’t going to give up anytime soon. 

“Do you think I’m too old?”

The question kind of shocked him. He definitely had not expected this to be what was wrong. Were you too old? What kind of bullshit was that? You started to pull your hands away when he stayed silent. Quickly, he grabbed them back and laced his fingers with yours

“Too old for what? To win another Song of the Year? No. To order off the kid's menu? Yes.”

He smiled seeing your lips threaten a tiny grin. “I’m being serious, Minho. Am I too old for you.” He looked in your eyes, a sad smile coming over his face. It hurt him that you would say something let alone believe something like that.

“Why would you say such a thing?”

“All these articles and posts are saying I’m too old for you. That dating an older woman makes you less of a man or something. Do I really do that?”

Minho scoffed and sat next to you on the bed. “Y/n, we are both in our early twenties. You are not too old for anyone. I would still love you if you were thirty-two and I was twenty.”

He sighed, seeing your gaze drift away from him. He pulled your hands closer, making your attention come back to him. “Don’t listen to them, pabo. Listen to me. I love you. No matter what. Even when you don’t answer all thirteen of my calls.” He smiled finally seeing you laugh. 

“So- Repeat after me. I,”

“I,”

“Y/n L/n,”

“Y/n L/n.”

“Will never ever question my incredibly hot boyfriend’s love and affection ever again because of internet douchebags.”

He smiled seeing you fully laugh, eyes sparkling again. You sighed, this time with relief as you looked back at your boyfriend. Your kind, somewhat unorthodox boyfriend. “I promise.” It was his turn to laugh when you kissed his cheeks in thanks.

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