#mumu's drabbles

[stillmumu]

1 with Jane/Nymphia then 👀

TY in advance 💛💛💛

1. "Have you ever thought... Who the fuck asked?"

Plane’s going to kill someone.

A very specific two someones, actually—the girls sitting by her in the library have been chatting non-stop since they arrived.

She finally worked up the motivation to actually start on her Econometrics problem set instead of munching on study snacks, only to have them immediately break her concentration.

They aren’t even talking about anything important: just planning their spring break trip. Why the fuck would they choose the library to do it?

“But Palau is so warm, please,” One of them is whining.

“You know I hate beaches, Nymphia. You want warmth, let’s do Como.”

"Jeju Island?"

“No, I have trauma from that time we ate so much octopus that I blacked out.”

“I can’t believe you hate Asians. Do you hate me, Mirage?”

Fifteen minutes of this shit, non-stop.

When one of them giggles too loud and throws her whole body weight against the wall of the booth, Plane finally snaps.

“Have you ever thought the library isn’t the place to be yapping in? Some of us are trying to pass our classes."

Both girls blink. Plane’s eyes slide over to the girl farthest from her, wearing an obnoxiously bright yellow hoodie. Her hand is on the other girl’s arm, as if she’s holding her back.

That gesture makes sense as soon as the other girl bites out a retort. “Who the fuck asked? Quiet floor’s upstairs if you want silence—”

“We’ll keep it down. Sorry,” Yellow Hoodie says hastily, cutting her off.

She presses her lips together in an apologetic pout, pleading forgiveness. The motion makes her lip gloss catch the light, and Plane feels her annoyance simmer down just slightly at the sight.

She clears her throat, suddenly embarrassed of her outburst. “Right. Thanks.”

Maybe she could’ve worded that a bit nicer. Clearly she didn’t mean any harm, just got over-excited by the prospect of a vacation.

Yellow hoodie shrugs. "S'okay. Good luck with the work."

“I like your outfit,” Plane offers back, blurting it out before she can chicken out.

Lame. So lame, why did she say that. She’s sitting down before she can see the incredulous look that Yellow Hoodie’s friend shoots her.

Judging from the silence afterwards, they’re definitely texting about her. Whatever.

And at least now she can draw her multivariate regression models in peace. And if she gets distracted again, wondering if it’s appropriate to ask Yellow Hoodie for her instagram… that’s the lack of sleep clouding her judgment.

[yangbbokari]

If…

Pairing: any skz member x gn!reader Genre: Angst no comfort WC: 1.3k Warnings: Cursing, yelling, self-harm, death, crying, reader referred to as y/n and member referred to as (name) Summary: Of all the questions you’ve asked him, he wished he answered truthfully A.N.: Just some thoughts I had !NOT PROOFREAD! As always

He’s regretted every thing he’s ever said leading up to this moment. He hoped you didn’t take him seriously but you did. Now he had to suffer the consequences. Alone. ~~~

You loved him, you did. And you tried to show it all the time. But maybe love wasn’t made for you in this life.

As your tired boyfriend trudged through the door, you looked over at him with worry in your eyes.

“If you’re hungry I can warm up some food for you.”

“I’m fine. I already ate with my coworkers. I’m not that hungry.”

He made his way to your shared bedroom without saying another word. You stood up and yelled out to him.

“If you need a bath I have one set for you. With your favorite scent and bubbles!” You smiled, sure you’d get his favor this time.

“I’m just going to take a quick shower. I’m too tired for a bath. You want me to drown?” He yelled back.

You felt your heart begin to crack apart. “Oh, okay. Well… If you need anything just call for me.”

With a loud and clear sigh, your boyfriend yelled at you. “If I needed something then I would call for you! Quit being annoying and shut the fuck up.”

A small and quiet, ‘oh’, left your lips as you sat back down, holding in your tears. This was a side never shown in your relationship so it left you feeling quite shocked.

So you blamed it on stress.

But over the next few months, the cycle repeated. He’d come home and yell at you. Each and every time.

Each day your heart cracked a little more until he stepped on it and it shattered completely.

In the middle of a heated argument, you yelled at him and he yelled back.

“If you really love me that you wouldn’t treat me like this!”

“Well maybe I don’t love you as much as I initially thought!”

You went quiet. You just turned around and went back to cooking dinner. He ignored you for the rest of the week and he never apologized. So you did.

“Baby, I’m so sorry for how I acted the other day. I was just feeling a bit insecure.”

“I don’t care. Just never act like that again.”

You nodded your head in shame as he brushed past you. Slowly, your ‘if’s’ became ‘sorry’s.’ ~~~ Your boyfriend came storming through the door, shutting it loudly behind him, causing you to jump.

He looks at the table, then looks at you.

“Where the fuck is my dinner? God, y/n. You always claim to have this and that; and the one time I want it, YOU NEVER HAVE IT!!!”

You scrambled to your feet, rushing to the kitchen. “I’m sorry, baby. I’ll get it done right now. Just take a shower and before you know it, dinner will be done.”

He huffed his breath before making his way to the bedroom. He came back out, stomping.

“What the fuck, Y/n! You don’t have dinner ready but you can’t even prepare me a fucking bath!? God, you’re so fucking useless. I don’t even know why I ever started liking you in the first place!”

You sighed heavily. “I’m sorry. I’ve just been out of it today.”

“Clearly! Now if you don’t have dinner done by the time I come out, don’t expect me to stay here tonight.” And he went to shower.

“Sorry…” ~~~ It began to get too much for you. You couldn’t take it. It was overwhelming and heartbreaking. You missed the old (name) you used to know. You just wanted him back.

You slowly stepped in the bath and settled down before calling (name). He picked up. Surprisingly.

“What do you want, Y/n? You already know how busy I am. It better not be any bullshit.”

“I just want to ask you a few questions.” You voice wavered and you hoped he couldn’t tell that you were crying.

“Well, then get it over with.”

You took in a deep shaky breath.

“If I left you, how would you feel.”

“I don’t know, y/n. Ask me when I get home.”

“WAIT! P-please just listen… I just need you to listen as I ask.”

After a moment of silence, you continued.

“If you could never see me again, would that hurt you? If I died, would you care?”

You could hear a loud sigh coming from the receiving end.

“I don’t know. You act like you’re dying. I’m hanging up. I’m tired of you.”

*beeeeeeeeeeeeppp-* ~~~ When the call ended, (name) didn’t know what to do. He grew a bit worried. He knew he shouldn’t have talked to y/n like that. Work’s just been taking a toll on him and he took it all out on y/n.

He knew you should’ve apologized but his ego stood in the way so he never did.

But he couldn’t shake that horrible feeling that something terrible would happen. So he grabbed his coat, locked his office door, got in his car, and drove off. ~~~ The call ended. Any hope left that you had, hoping (name) still loved you, gone.

You grabbed the box cutter from the side of the tub. Tears blinded your vision and your pained sobs could be heard from miles away.

“I’m sorry, mom. I promised I wouldn’t join you so soon. But it hurts. It hurts so much. I don’t know if I can take it anymore. I can’t take it anymore. I’m tired. I don’t want to hold on anymore.”

You sobbed even harder as you slid the blade out. “I’m sorry that I love you, (name).”

Then you slit your wrist.

You could feel the blood dripping from it. It was warm like the water you were currently in. You felt your body slowly become colder as you heart beated rapidly. Your eyes began to droop and your breath became ragged.

You saw your memories come flashing by. Most of them being the happy memories you shared with (name). You smiled. You were dying and you smiled. At least the pain was ending and you no longer had to hurt. You guessed this was what people meant when they said that your life flashes before your eyes as you die.

You looked down and the water had become red already. The blood was sill draining from your body.

Then you heard someone burst through the door. You couldn’t tell who it was and you could barely hear them as they lifted you from the tub. ~~~ (Name) rushed into the house and he had to break through the bathroom door when you weren’t responding.

“Y/N!!! Oh, god. Y/n…”

He wanted to scream but he knew he had to stay calm. He was scared. This was all his fault.

“Y/n, y/n baby. Stay with me, yeah. It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ll get you out of here soon.”

He grabbed a face cloth and wrapped around your wrist to stop any further bleeding. Then he lifted you up and out of the tub.

“It’s okay, love. It’s okay, I’m here. You’ll be alright. Everything will be just fine.”

He wasn’t sure if he was saying that for you or for him, but it worked. What he was sure of though, was that he was thankful that y’all chose an apartment not to far from the hospital. About a 5 minute drive.

He rushed you to the hospital and they hooked you up but it was already too late.

You died as they were trying to put you on the hospital bed and give you blood. You were gone.

You were gone and you left (name) all alone.

He couldn’t believe it. He knew that he was the reason and the guilt ate at him. He already promised your mother to take care of you and he couldn’t even do that. He hated himself. He hated all of it.

“If you can hear me, I’m so sorry, y/n.”

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

"You do control your own life, Andre. No one else does. How you choose to live it is up to you."

The words came to him as he stared at the half empty bottle of wine atop his desk. It was easy for Vassago to say such a thing; he was a prince with a title, power and privilege that far exceeded his own. He was, in Andrealphus's mind, given more leeway and freedom from his own than the marquis's own parents ever afforded him. The same was true for Stolas, as well.

He reached for the bottle, filling up his glass while trying to ignore the frustration and hopelessness welling up inside. Why could a prince live as he chose with little to no repercussions while he was chained by, and due to his lower status. Why could they get away with living how they want while he had to tow the line so carefully that it felt like he would break at any second.

Why couldn't he be as free as them? Why did he have to suffer the whims of his family, including the sister he still had to babysit to this day while Vassago and Stolas did not? Why were they not shackled in a similar manner, given that their titles and expectations were also greater than his?

Why was he the odd one out and expected to suffer quietly?

Why?

He downed the glass in one go before filling it up yet again. It was going to be a long night, but fortunately there were more bottles than where this one came from.

[sanctifie]

hello !! 25, gmt on the lookout for new discord rp partners ( 21+ ). i love long-term plots w heavy development, worldbuilding & mumus w a host of intertwining characters --- also v down to swap inspo boards, playlists, headcanons, drabbles & all that other fun stuff !! i write all pairings ( mxm, mxf, fxf, nbxany ) but i'm generally more comfortable portraying masc characters. i'm p flexible when it comes to literacy, short rapid-fire replies or longer prose are both fine w me & i normally try to match my partner's length. under the cut are a list of plots & general vibes i'm looking for. pls dm me or like this post if you're interested !

high fantasy in the same vein as asoiaf, dragon age & dnd

urban fantasy & magic realism

small town americana / suburban, southern & midwest gothic

dark academia ( i would do unspeakable things for a the secret history inspired mumu )

cyberpunk !!

supernatural themes. hunter x hunted ?? vampire x reincarnated soulmate who finds them in every lifetime ???? paranormal investigators ??

dystopian / post-apocalyptic settings

something in the horror genre. pls give me a slasher plot inspired by scream or friday the 13th

toxic, codependent relationships / devotion that corrupts

spoilt rich kids doing spoilt rich kid things à la gossip girl

outlaws/western. literally just give me anything w gay cowboys

something inspired by yellowjackets ??

[xnewromantics]

30, est on the lookout for new discord rp partners ( preferebly 25+ but 21+ is a MUST). i'm back from a year long hiatus and the seasonal depression is about to hit, so let's get creative folks. big big fan of long-term plots w heavy development and world building. im a little more selective when it comes to mumus but always down to discuss. big on inspo boards, playlists, headcanons, drabbles, etc. i'm always here to have fun and scream about whatever we create first and foremost. i write all pairings ( mxm, mxf, fxf, nbxany ) somehow i've pigeonholed myself into writing predominantly male/masculine characters. i'd like to expand past that, so please don't take advantage of the fact my muses will tend to run male heavy. i normally try to match my partner's length when it comes to replies, i'm good with everything from one liners to half formed plotting thoughts with dialogue to full on novella-esque paragraphs. again, i'm here to have fun, we just need to match the vibe. anyways. wanted plots and muse pages to come once i get my new blog up and running. feel free to like this post or send me a message if you're looking for someone to fill some plots and i'll do my best to get back to you asap!

[annierosaart]

Ask game:

Fandom: RWBY 3, 19; Arknights 13, 15, 16.

Ship: FiaExu 10, 16; TexLapp 1, 9

Character: Exusiai 5, 7; Gavial 17, 20

Forgot to answer, my bad!

RWBY:

3 - ...which scene I would like to erase from the universe and why.

Weiss getting stabbed so Jaune could unlock his semblance. Yeah.

19 - ...one behind-the-scenes trivia fact I've learned somewhere and my thoughts on it.

from the Volume 9 commentary. get this shit away from me.

Arknights: (presume when i say fanon, i mean the queerer part of it, not the very reddit part)

13 - ...which canon or popular fanon relationship I can't stand or feel 'meh' about and why.

i've talked about how on the best of days i'm neutral towards FiaMos, and usually just don't like it, but here's a 'hot' take specifically for the side of the fandom i'm in:

PL just. does not read as a polycule to me. for various reasons i won't get into, you can DM me about it, but i'm really just meh on it, they don't feel close in that way.

also despite loving Mumu, SaMuel as an actual thing just doesn't do much for me, soz.

15 - ...which character I would choose for the chopping block if I knew the writers wanted to kill someone.

I think one that has the potential to end up being a meaningful death would be Hoshiguma or Swire. Note that I don't dislike them, far from it, I just think the death of either would shake things up for the LGD gang's dynamics in a compelling way.

16 - ...which character's death would (or did) make me rage-quit.

knowing Outcast's fate has made it difficult for me to start catching up on Act 2, haha. but not enough to rage-quit. if i had to say... Blaze. her hypothetically dying at this point would be for cheap shock value alone.

FiaExu:

10 - ...rate the level of stupid they reach in their pining.

on a scale of "regular" to "no media literacy" in stupid... burns ramen in the microwave. hopelessly pining, thinking the other has no interest in them, when it's mutual, extremely so. like lovers exchanging sexually charged letters in the 1800s.

16 - ...three of my fic recs for this ship. And (in the event that I've written something for them) one of my fics involving them that I'm most proud of.

brother there's barely that many to begin with. but!

Birdhouse In Your Soul by burstfoot on Ao3 (and tumblr! hi @burstfoot)

The movie was a pretense to curl up on the couch with you. by inRemote on Ao3 and tumblr as well, made for me as a gift!

aaand the Arknights Drabble Collection by wolfgirlsmooches, the FiaExu sections :3

... aand of course, the one I'm most proud of?

Night Running BAYBEEEEEEE

TexLapp:

1 - ...about my absolute favorite of their scenes and why I love it so much.

a tie between the sexually charged chocolate feeding (for obvious reasons) and the truck scene. the truck scene has a place in my heart specifically because it is the most direct homage Arknights has made to Yakuza/Lika A Dragon, specifically to Majima's various truck stunts!

9 - ...what my ideal endgame for them is.

what Kiryu and Majima end up having: a bittersweet, tenuous rivalry that at the same time is lined by an understanding that only they are allowed to kill each other, no one else.

Exusiai:

5 - ...if I feel like the writers mistreat them or if the story would be better if they were taken down a peg.

please for the love of god let her participate in laterano events i'm begging on my knees it's literally her place of birth

7 - ...the scene that I think adds depth to their character or the relationship this character has with someone.

2-7 after. despite an earlier comment of Exusiai's showing she still has a lot to learn about Infected, this is one of the first... and also few examples we get of a Sankta directly sympathizing with others.

other examples of this always come from Ezell and herself, which I think is no coincidence.

the anime emphasizes this further by having her get mad on the Infected's behalf

Gavial:

17 - ...how well they'd do if they got dropped in a horror movie.

gavial is half serious, half gag character. that gag half protects her from any serious harm a horror movie villain could do to her.

20 - ...my queer headcanon for them. Unless they're canonically queer, in which case whether or not I think they're good representation or kinda badly explored.

Bisexual, demiromantic!

[seabxund]

munday writing detail meme!

repost, don't reblog. feel free to edit/add your own parts!

Name: Rowanberry, Rowan, Vinny Age range: under 18 | between 18 and 25 | 25 and older Pronouns: they/he and sometimes it/its Random fact about me: I was a vtu/ber for a short period, and I am currently an aspiring conte/nt cr/eator in general. I'm planning a series on yo/utube called " I played/read/watched __ so you don't have to " with two versions with one to help people with ADHD/etc to easier consume information on a media.

When it comes to planning threads: I like to wing it completely | I like to plan the start of the thread | I like to plan several key points in the thread | I like to plan every reply | It depends - in the way that i like to plan some beats depending on if we talk about it or not, but i do love to just see where we take each other a lot of the time. i am always down for very specifically planned stories though, especially ships and AUs Pre-established relationships between muses: I enjoy them | I like them occasionally but mostly prefer to play the relationship out | I don't do pre-established relationships When it comes to replies, I like to: Keep mine short (1-2 paragraphs) | Keep mine to medium length | Keep my replies long (10+ paragraphs) | It depends - I do a lot of one-liner funny things for quick activity, but that doesn't mean I'll be upset if someone decides to make it serious, or extends the length. I try my hardest to match length if I can, but I do tend to stay in the 3-6 paragraph range most of the time. I generally try to reply in: 1 day | 3 days | A week | Within a month | More than a month - this is mostly because of the nature of one, a multimuse, but also the fact that i am the most active during my work shifts.

I like getting asks for memes I reblogged a long time ago: Yes | No | Depends ( depends on the meme ) I like getting random IC asks from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends I like getting tagged in unplanned starters from my mutuals: Yes | No | Depends I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals to plan our threads: Yes | No | Depends ( yes, but also please don't be afraid to DM me ) I like getting getting OOC asks from my mutuals just to chat about things not related to RP: Yes | No | Depends

I enjoy writing: I like romance, familial interaction, action, hurt/comfort, introduction threads, crossovers, everyday interactions, fights, mysteries, all sorts of things!! I don't enjoy writing: I'm also going to put fights here, because it really depends on the mun and our writing synergy. I also don't think that writing out NSFT/NSFW is necessary, but I will indulge if I'm comfortable with the mun. My favorite tropes are: Mostly relationship tropes, though not romantic/qp exclusive ones. Give me people who would die for each other, give me the two touch starved people yearning for comfort, give me rivals, and oscillating relationships. I also really like family dynamics, and enemies. PLEASE give me the Antagonist and Protagonist who cant function without each other. GOD - Opinion on shipping (for a specific character or in general): Shipping doesn't just have to be romance. I really want to do more threads of interactions and relationships that may be more like how I experience my own attraction as a aroaceflux/quoiromantic person. But I am a sucker for a good ship that has good chemistry. PLEASE please please come to me with your queerplatonic and romantic ship ideas. [ grabby hands ] I get inspired to write by doing this: When it comes to Canons, it's usually through indulging in the source material ( game/manga/anime/etc ), but for OCs it tends to be the sort of " what would __ do in X situation" talks with friends or writing drabbles like I do with Rubel. One of my favorite threads/drabbles/etc: This actually goes to a drabble I wrote on my main MuMu @/lxmitlxss for my Hughes Is Alive Verse/AU for how Acedia felt dying. A writing partner (or partners!) I've enjoyed writing with: @/patetpluvia, @/flamesignite, @/pareidolah / @/fingerfiend A mutual I want to write with but haven't yet: @/seaoftheworst, @/scarlxtleaves, @/moenxs

Tagged by: taken directly from @littlememebox

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it!

[dr-shortsighted-owl]

I really want you to write for the lightning fic so you can finish it and I can write but how can I say not to fake relationship buddie? I will be waiting

Mumu my lovely! Thank you for the owl, that is me at my desk as i type this!

Lightning fic is still progressing! Unfortunately slower than planned - I’ve been snoozy after work a lot more than usual - and this chapter has ballooned in size, it’s over 6k and definitely not near complete!

I think a lil Drabble might help with the sluggishness and well with these boys in those suits… who am I to deny them a good time 😉

[themarcspector-a]

“Want coffee?” mika and cloud

The art gallery owner looked at Mika, furrowing in her brows and biting her bottom lip. Did she want coffee? Her?

What a silly question to ask her. Cloud always wanted coffee. She breathed coffee, to be honest. It was one of the few things that kept her from losing her mind in Nowhere.  She knew that the federal agent knew this. So the fact that he was asking her if she wanted coffee, made her snort, in an effort to hold back a string of laughter. “Mika…darling, dear, dearest. Can you, uhm, please just bring the coffee to me next time? Because, obviously, there is never a moment where I’ll say no to coffee with you. Never, ever, a moment.”  She tapped his nose with her index finger, playfully.  Mika gave her a soft smile after she said that. One that made her stomach knot just a bit. “I’ll bring it. No problem. You like a lot of sugar, don’t you Ms Daviau?” he asked, causally, making her nod enthusiastically.  “I loooove it. Certainly, since, most women love a little sugar from time-to-time, from what I've known,” she expressed, smirking at him just a bit. “I could also bring it to you, Mr fbi guy.” A smile now, instead of the smirk.  “Either way I get time with you, so it doesn’t really matter.” Mika gave her a scout’s honor, and she just sighed, half in love with the nerd.  “You’re out to kill me, aren’t you?” she teased, looping her arm in his before she casually guided him to the town’s nearest café.

@oliverjacksons

[stillmumu]

The world still goes around if you don’t talk. You do realise that, right?” For whatever ship you want

Planymphia again since you guys enjoyed it last time! <3

Plane finishes checking in the last of the guests and shuts her binder, standing up to head into the mixer. 

Her job for tonight is done, which is precisely why she prefers to man the lobby.

An hour of asking influencers their names and handing them the corresponding name tags? Heaven. She doesn’t even have to make small talk or pretend to care about their “niche.”

Morphine’s hovering by the finger foods, so Plane sidles up to her as she grabs a couple tomato-cheese skewers.

“Avoiding our guests?” She teases.

“You couldn’t pay me to mingle,” Morphine says, then jerks her chin towards the center of the floor. Plane follows her gaze, landing on the girl dressed in a familiar shock of all-yellow. “Hey, does Nymphia look… okay to you?”

Now that she mentions it, Nymphia does look more energetic than usual. Which is concerning, given that her usual energy levels already veer on the side of an over-caffinated manic episode.

“Who gave her crack?” Plane quips, tone acerbic.

“I’m being serious. She hasn’t slept in like three days, that’s not normal.”

They both watch as Nymphia zips around the party, chatting a mile a minute. She’s being loud enough that they can hear the ends of her sentences even from the other side of the room.

It’s not a disturbance, thankfully—she’s too charming for that. But Morphine’s right, it is concerning.

“…Shit,” Plane says. “Have you told her to take a break?”

“You think she listens to me?”

That’s fair. Convincing Nymphia of anything needs a more forceful approach that nobody but Plane is comfortable delivering.

Plane grabs a cup of punch off the table and starts towards Nymphia, catching her sleeve as she tries to escape away. 

“Uh-uh. Stay, drink this.”

Up close, Plane can see how the whites of her eyes have gone red, how her under-eyes are puffy and shadowy even under concealer. She's been working overtime trying to plan this event, and now the fatigue is catching up to her.

“You’re done for the night.”

“No, I still have work to do.”

“Morphine says you haven’t slept.”

“I’ll sleep tonight," Nymphia mutters, trying to squirm out of her grasp.

Absolutely not.

“The world still goes around if you don’t talk. You do realise that, right?” Plane snaps, a flash of anger rendering her words particularly pointed.

“There’s no one to take over for me, I gotta finish this shift.”

"Then these self-important narcissists can keep the energy up by themselves."

"You know that's not how it works."

Nymphia looks very small, all of a sudden, and quite tired, like all that false energy has drained out of her in one go. 

Plane’s cursing herself even as she opens her mouth to offer help. “Tag me in, I’ll cover.”

Nymphia’s the only person she’d even consider doing this for. And even then, it’s only because she’s clearly insane enough to run herself to the ground without outside intervention.

Nymphia bites her lip, like she's trying not to laugh. “Don't take this the wrong way, but. You?”

Even in this state, she's still got a smart-ass comment to make.

“I can be nice, I just choose not to be,” Plane says, offering her a small smirk. Then she pushes her in Morphine’s general direction. “Go.”

Can’t have her walking around like a zombie, scaring their guests away.

Morphine waves lazily, clearly gloating as she watches Plane paste a fake smile on her face to go schmooze.

Fuck her life.

[yangbbokari]

Back To Me

Pairing: Kim!Seungmin x F!Reader

Genre/AU/Tropes: Angst, non-idol!au, lovers to exes

Warnings: breakup, language, regrets(if that counts idk), implied cheating, daddy issues

WC: 2.5k

Summary: Things with Seungmin just didn’t seem to ever look up and when you confront him about it, he lashes out

A.N: !NOT PROOF READ!Feedback is greatly appreciated*★,°*:.☆(￣▽￣)/$:*.°★* 。also, I’ve been obsessed with “Back To Me” by The Rose since it came out and this ff idea has been weighing heavily on my mind. I am not implying that said idol(s) behave anywhere near what is mentioned in this ff. Inspo from 

Song rec: ‘Back To Me’ by The Rose

You can still remember those sweet moments with Seungmin. You ran along the seashore as he snapped pictures with his camera you gifted him on his birthday. He took you on a short trip to the park and took pictures of you with your hair blowing in the wind. The both of you laid beside each other, getting lost in the other’s eyes.

But you can’t remember when it all started. What caused that sudden change in your relationship? Was it you? Was it him? You would never know…

You didn’t sense it. It all kind of just… happened. Slowly, Seungmin started to grow distant from you. You wish you knew why. I mean, you could’ve just asked him what’s wrong right? Well, the answer is no. How do you ask someone who’s never home and doesn’t reply to your texts? On days he would actually come home, he wouldn’t talk to you. When he did, all he would do was lash out at you for things that weren’t even your fault.

You tried to support him, you really did. You always kept your calm and told yourself it was just because of his stress stemming from work. But it wasn’t long before it broke you down. Nipping at even your smallest insecurities. So on one of the days when he came home, you just said it all to him.

As soon as you heard the door open, so did your mouth. “Come eat dinner. It’s gonna get co- I’m not hungry”, he cut you off. You got up from your seat at the table and forced him to sit down. He sighed heavily. “What do you want, Y/n. You're driving me crazy. I have enough shit from work and now you're being so demanding.” You scoff. You don’t know where it came from but a fire set ablaze in your eyes and all you felt was irritation.

I can make you mad, I can make you scream

“I’m the one driving you crazy!? I’ve just been looking after you and trying to help you through this stress. But suddenly I’m the problem? You know what? I’m tired of this. You can’t just blame me for shit I didn’t even know of. I’m trying to be a good girlfriend and for what? For you just to come home and berate me when you feel like it?” You were breathing heavily by now and the anger consumed you. “Well, you’re not the one working are you? You’re not the one earning money. You’re not the one putting food on the table. You’re not th- But I’m the one trying to make this relationship survive!!!”, you cut him off because you couldn't bear to hear those words come from his mouth. He knew how much they hurt you. 

Your dad said the exact same words before leaving you on your own with your sick and dying mother. When your mother died, it left you in shambles. You were barely 12 then and so your aunt adopted you. And she treated you like her own. She was the only family you had left until you met Seungmin. But now it feels like she was and still is the only family you have left.

Seungmin huffed before taking a bite of food. But, he immediately spit back out along with his venomous words. “What the fuck is this!? It’s salty as hell! And you wonder why I’m not eating this shit.” Before you could even process his words, you heard the front door shut. You were all alone now. Again.

I can make you cry

After taking a shower you had no strength to do anything else. It wasn’t exactly a physical problem. You were just mentally and emotionally exhausted. You laid down in bed and curled yourself in a tight ball, with the blankets covering you. You felt vulnerable and weak. Like you couldn’t do anything to save your once perfect relationship with Seungmin. Suddenly your face began to feel wet. You were crying. But now, you were beyond the point of just crying. You were sobbing uncontrollably. 

Did he fall out of love with you? Or was he just playing you all along? Did he find someone already and he was waiting for a perfect chance to break up? Why did he change? Was it because of you? Or was this his true self and you were too blinded by love to realize it? What happened to that sweet smile that was always hidden behind the camera? What happened to his velvety laughs that would echo through the night? What went wrong..?

You ended up crying yourself to sleep but when you woke up, you found that you had a cold. It must’ve been from the crying last night. You felt your head pounding from all sides. You quickly went to the kitchen and took some painkillers. If Seungmin was here right now, he would be the one taking care of you. Does he even want to be here?

“No. Stop thinking about him, Y/n. He’s the reason you’re like this.”, you thought out loud. You hated the thought of even contacting him in the state you were in, but you needed someone there while you were sick.

Calling all day but I never pick up, instead of pulling my weight always pushin’ my luck

So you called him.

No answer.

Called him again…

No answer.

The cycle went on a couple more times before you sent a voice message. 

“Hey, Baby. I’m sorry for what happened last night. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that and I understand that you’re also busy and stressed. But can you please come home? I just really need you here right now.”

It has now been several days and your fever isn't getting any better. You spend most of your time in bed but force yourself to take medicine and find something to eat. Left with no choice, you called your friend.

Yuna came over in no time, making sure that you weren’t hurt. But she could clearly see how much you were burning up and the immediate help you needed. She nursed you over the weekend until you were okay. When she asked about Seungmin and found out what happened, she tried her best to convince you to leave him. She always knew that he would do no good for you. But you wouldn’t listen. You refused to. It was only a fight between the two of you. He'd come back to you. Right?

You gave me all that I could take, yeah I take it all for granted. Head up in the clouds, yeah I'll never understand it

Seungmin didn't even return until a full three months later. When he arrived, he wouldn't even look at you. Even though he laid beside you to sleep at night, there was nothing but a wall between you two. It was suffocating you. But it clearly wasn't having the same effect on Seungmin. He would giggle in the middle of the night at some tiktoks he was watching, not minding that he'd wake you up.

It was all so frustrating but you just couldn't find it in you to leave him. Well... that's what you thought at first.

Love no longer remained and if there was any, it was fully one-sided. You were sick of this. The constant mental torture was doing you no good and it slowly killed you. It didn't feel as if you were even a couple. You felt like a caretaker. That's not what you bargained for when you started this relationship.

You tried everything in the books to get him to open up to you. Only to learn, that he was just getting tired of you. You no longer interested him. Or so he said,

"Meh. I've just been bored and trying to find a better entertainment source."

You were so fed up with his, if not irritated, nonchalant attitude. When would he realize that he was hurting you. This internal rage was constantly being built up and you just couldn't handle it anymore.

So you opted for the only choice left. To leave him.

I can make you leave. I can make you hate me for everything.

You packed your clothes and belongings into every box and suitcase you could afford and sent it off to your aunt's. You had already told her of the plan and she agreed. Now all that was left was for him to return home. Time ticked by and the anticipation was killing you. Your knee bounced furiously. You were chewing on your thumb nail until you heard the click of the front door. An exhausted Seungmin stepped through.

"Hey, Seungie. Can we talk?"

He groaned as he walked past you. "Let's talk tomorrow. I'm too tired."

"No. We need to talk like now. It's really important. Please?"

Seungmin rolled his eyes before walking back over to you. "What's so important that you're disturbing my rest?"

You nervously fiddled with your hands. It was more nerve-wracking than you thought. You mustered up the last of your courage you had left and looked him in the eye.

"Let's break up."

"What?"

"Let's go our own seperate ways and break up."

"Okay." He waved you off as he headed to the bedroom to sleep.

Shocked wasn't exactly how you'd describe yourself. To be honest, you kind of expected this. They way he brushed things off so easily wasn't new to you. So you didn't even cry. You just grabbed what you had left and made your way to your aunt's house.

As soon as she embraced you, that's when you let your tears fall. It hurt all too much. Everything that Seungmin had been doing to you for the past two years were spilled out in the hour long conversation shared between you and your aunt. Your hatred only continued to grow for Seungmin and soon, all that was left was hatred for him.

Seungmin didn't even notice that you never came to bed. In fact, everything you previously said flew over his head from his exhaustion. It wasn't until he had awoken that he realized you were nowhere in sight. At first he assumed that you may have went to cook breakfast or collect grocceries. But then he remembered what happened last night. He covered his mouth and his eyes began to water.

He began remembering the horrible things he's been saying to you. He didn't mean any of it. Most of the time it wasn't even directed towards you. It was just pure exhaustion. He only tried to come off as happy so he wouldn't upset you. But that only seemed to make it worse.

What he chose to do though, was give you time. He knew he wasn't the exact person you wanted to talk to at the moment. He shook his head at himself. You'd be back in a week hopefully. That's what he thought up until he felt like the house was a little too empty. SO he checked every nook and cranny. None of your belongings remained. No toothbrush, no clothes, no books, no devices, no personal items. Not even your scent lingered.

God, what had he done?

Calling all day, trynna make things right

Seungmin quickly grabbed his phone and called you. His fingers ran through his hair as the call never made it through time and time again. Now he was extremely worried. What if something happened to you?

So he called your closest friend, Yuna. She picked up rather quickly.

"The hell do you want, assface?" She said almost immediately.

Seungmin swallowed hard before asking her, "Do you know where y/n is? I haven't been able to reach her. Do you know if she's okay?"

"Shouldn't you be able to know the whereabouts of your own girlfriend?"

"Look I really don't know and I'm worried. Something went on last night and she's not home. Now my calls aren't getting through and I don't know what to think."

"Well to me, it looks like she finally took my advice. Have a horrible day, bitch." And with that, Yuna hung up.

"FUCK!!" Seungmin cursed loudly as he flung his phone across the room. Had you really left him? Was he that horrible of a person? He chuckled. Who was he kidding? Of course he was that horrible. The amount of pain he must've inflicted on you. His heart clenched.

He began crying as that was all there was to do left.

It's been a couple of months and both of you were trying to move on. Was it easy? No. At least you both tried though. But fate seemed to have other plans.

Just to fuck it all up when I see you tonight. Since you told me hit the road, I've been runnin' on empty, If anything I know it's how to ruin a happy ending

It was a Friday night and Seungmin chose to spend it at a local bar. Guess that bar must've been a little too local. Because there you were, standing just 20 feet away from him. Seungmin could feel his heartbeat accelerate. He so desperately wanted to run and hug you. It felt like hell without you.

You were no longer there to remind him that he was loved. You were no longer there wishing him good nights and good mornings. You were no longer there to cook him his everyday meals. You were no longer there to give him a goodbye kiss.

But you were here, with another man. Seungmin knew he had no right but he couldn’t help but feel jealous. You told him that you’d always be his so why was it different now? Truth was, he knew the answer. Anger and jealousy blinded him though.

He stomped the whole way over there and yanked you by the wrist. “Who’s this!?” He asked angrily. “What the fuck, Seungmin! Why the hell are you here!?” Seungmin didn’t even hear you as he suddenly flung his fist into the dude’s face.

You grabbed Seungmin by the collar and pulled him towards you, landing a hard smack on his face. “Stop, you fucking asshole.”

He immediately snapped out of it. Seungmin looked at you apologetically but it was already too late. He could see it in your eyes. The disgust, hat and annoyance. How could he do that to you?

”Wait, y/n…”

And he couldn’t even salvage it. So he left. That’s all he could do. He knew you wouldn’t take him back. When he thought about it, he wouldn’t take himself back either. So he began drinking. Drinking all the pain away.

But I can’t make you come back to me

He’d lost you completely and there was nothing he could do. He wanted to scream at you that you couldn’t leave him. But he knew he was in the wrong. On your wedding day he watched as you posted the photos. You and some other dude instead of you and him.

He couldn’t find the strength in him to go to the actual event. He’d lose control if he did. He wanted to tell you,

“I’m sorry.”

But what good would that do. If he truly wanted you to be happy, he’d leave you alone, and that’s what he did. He watched you from afar. He still cried from time to time. He was happy for you. But he had to admit,

“But, I still wan’t you.” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ a.n: this has been on pause for 3 months now😭 and idk if ya caught on to the 2nd song at the end but yeah. Anyways, hope ya enjoyed bc this has been a long awaited fix. Sry to anyone who was waiting. Have a great day/night!!! Love y’all!!🫶💕💗

[righteoussoldier]

HURT

INFORMATION: Character: Alastor Moody Faceclaim: Joe Manganiello World: Harry Potter Verse: Marauders Era Trigger Warnings: Smut, Death, War Author’s Notes:  A song prompt/oneshot written for an old RP.

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I hurt myself today, to see if I still feel I focus on the pain, the only thing that’s real The needle tears a hole, the old familiar sting

Flashes of light rushed past Moody’s head as his agile body twisted to deflect the blast. The rush around him, the commotion of others entirely overwhelming. Throwing up defensive spells and flinging out counter curses were second nature to him now, and not just because of his work in the ministry. Ever since he and Albus had started the Order of the Pheonix, the world became a hell of a lot more gruesome.

Working the Order’s missions took him deeper into the rebellion than he’d ever thought he’d go. When the red tape is lifted and all bets were off, you saw the ugly side of evil front and center. Images of pain and turmoil, of injured women and children, of Death Eater’s wretched actions burned into your brain so profoundly and your own actions to protect the muggles and civilians so horrible, there was no way to ever cleanse your soul. No hope for retribution.  

When the firefight was done, the enemy having retreated from a lone Auror who dared face off against them- there was nothing left but the smoke and ashes. The landscape before him utterly barren, except for one shape. Laying haphazard across the ground, casting shadows against the light of the moon. With a rush, Alastor sunk to his knees beside the body, taking a moment to steel himself away before rolling it over….

Try to kill it all away, but I remember everything What have I become, my sweetest friend Everyone I know goes away, in the end

Lifeless eyes met his own, the white haze that arrived only when death had turned a body cold clouded what was once such a brilliant blue. A sob choked out of him, pain filling his chest and blinding him to his surroundings. To anything other than the young man who lay dead beside him. Moody had failed his mission, failed to protect the innocent muggle-born wizard who had been captured.

Blood streaked his pale face, the skin brutalized to a level that made him almost unrecognizable. He’d been tasked to find him, to save him….and instead, he’d failed. The Death Eater’s doing more to his body than what was required of standard Rebellion Questioning. More than spells had been used, his fingernails missing, cuts and bruises distorting his features, ugly words etched into him marring skin…The choking intensified until it became a scream, echoing through the night, deafening to his own ears.

Clinging the boy’s body to himself so tightly, Alastor could no longer feel a thing. So numb to his own pain, he didn’t hear the crack that rang out against the void around him. He didn’t see Kingsley take the boy from his arms and disappear, didn’t feel Minerva’s dainty figure as she wrapped him in a soft embrace. Not until the world shifted in a blur and his eyes opened to his safe house. The one separate from the Order’s Head Quarters, the one few knew about at all…

And you could have it all, my empire of dirt I will let you down, I will make you hurt I wear this crown of thorns upon my liar’s chair

When the fog thick in his mind lifted, and he realized who had brought him home, his heart threatened to break all over again. He couldn’t let her see him like this, he tried to walk away, to run and hide like the coward he had become. A man didn’t break in front of another, especially not in front of her. Pain tore through him, cut deep into his soul as he stumbled backward, only for Minerva to follow him, to hold him in place. Trapping him on the spot, stuck between how he felt and how he should act.

“There are no walls here, Alastor.” Her voice was grave, heavy with the weight of the war, of what they’d seen. Closing his eyes, he tried to will it all away, to change the course of events that brought them to this moment. “How did you find me?” He finally asked. His voice so unlike his own. Ruined, not broken. “I will always find you.” The words a promise, a vow…and he didn’t doubt them, but that scared him even more…

“I can’t do this anymore”

And by this, he meant so much more than the fight against the Dark Lord. He couldn’t do this, with her, he couldn’t love her. He could lose her. The way she looked at him, with warriors eyes along with the gravity of their situation weighing so hard on him, he feared he may fall and never get back up again. “I know” she replied, and the Auror knew that she understood all of it. Understood why he’d never committed himself to her in the way a couple should. Because Minerva felt the same, and that’s why they worked. “I will not love you either, Alastor.” Her reply to his unspoken thoughts solidified their link further…the truth was, they were both lying- it was too late.

Full of broken thoughts, I cannot repair Beneath the stains of time, the feelings disappear You are someone else, I am still right here

Without another word, like she knew what he needed like she always did, her hands tugged his face down to her level. Soft lips pressed against him in a hard surge, as if she was giving him permission to let go, to release the pain and take it out of her willing body. Alastor wasted no time, he clicked his fingers and her robes had vanished, leaving behind the supply body of his greatest love. His own, too… and suddenly, primal need took over. His primary instinct was to bury himself in what she was offering him…and god help him, he would.

When their bodies met once more, it was with intense force. His large hands slid down her sides and locked on her thighs, picking her up and cradling that petite form against his chest. Minerva’s legs wrapped around his torso, heels digging into his lower back as he surged forward, not stopping until her back hit the wall and hard. His cock was already hard, immediately awoken by her courage and it was the work of a moment for him to find home; deep inside her.

Her screams replaced the sound that still rang in his ears, a different kind of white noise as his hips thrust against her own. Fucking her with a kind of raw desire that no woman had ever been able to elicit from him before. Fingers locked tight in his hair as she begged him to move harder, faster, deeper…and he so willingly obliged. Her sex tight around him as he moved.

If I could start again, a million miles away I would keep myself, I would find a way

When they orgasmed, it was together. The kind that rocked the ship, that made them blind to the world afterward. Their skin slick from the exertion, breathing ragged as he gazed at her, still deep inside. The connection was what he needed the most, she was what grounded him to this earth, what kept him alive on the harshest of nights. He needed her in the way fire needed oxygen to stabilize and gain ground.

“Stay…” she whispered, almost pleading as she bit her lower lip. Her hair was a mess, cheeks flushed pink from their efforts and in that moment, he loved her even more. He was still hard inside her and with legs still wrapped around him, Alastor moved from the wall leaving behind a crack on its surface…not stopping until legs hit the bed and he collapsed on top of it, on top of her, before he began to move once more. Hips rocking between her own, taking the wild beauty with long and slow strokes. A deeper desire to pour his h e a r t into her, rather than the pain of his mind.

And as she moaned, the sound breathed life into his chest. Nails raking down his back, leaving deep red marks that bled into his soul. The stain of who they were something he hoped would never be removed. Lips locked onto her own, and his thick arms moved either side of her head, caging her against him, closing her off to the world, to anything other than the way their bodies moved as one…

If only he could say it, just once. If only he could tell her what she meant to him, how she made him feel…if only he could find a way.

[heartfeltflowers-a]

who: EMERY LAO. location: Emery’s apartment. timeline: Junseo & Emery mumu. low key ft. @plvnetarium‘s Jupiter. timeframe: Day off, napping at home. why: y’ah girl loves her some angst

↬ He was sleeping. It felt like forever where he could actually just sleep and sleep and sleep until he didn’t have to wake up. But his body clock doesn’t work like that any longer. Waking him up before he has the chance to full get that lazy feel of sleeping for hours. 

↬ Though it’s not just his body clock that’s waking him up. Its the shrill sound of a ringtone form his phone. Everyone has personal ringtones, ones that he pays for, so it’s weird to get a generic call. Even Saturn and Atlas had personal ringtones, Atlas’s not the most friendly song in the world, but still the same. 

↬ His fingers grip the phone and bring it to his ear, “Hello?” His sleep dry voice speaks into the receiver. “Emery? This is your mother.” The voice on the other line says, and instantly Emery feels his body tense up. His.. his mother. Right he had one, a mother. He sits up, the blanket falling around him as he licks his lips. Tense and he doesn’t know why she’s calling--why she has his number, but the pit of his stomach feels like it’s clenching and he doesn’t know what to say. “Hi. Um. Hello. Yes.  Can I help you?” He feels himself cringe.

↬ There is a brief silence on the phone, “your aunt and uncle have been informing us of everything that you’ve gone through while living here.” Emery verbally swallows, clutching the phone tight in his hand. “And apparently, not only did you do something disgusting to some poor boy, you’ve also left his apartment knowing he and his family can’t sufficiently pay for it alone without caring about them. I didn’t know my sister raised such a terrible boy.”

↬ He wants to throw up. He wants to throw the phone across the room. His hands are shaking but he’s not saying anything. “I know that you’ve already apologized to his parents and him for doing such vile things with him, for trying to turn him into what you are,” he can hear the sneer in her voice. His stomach clenches. “It’s disgusting that you could ever do such thing with another man, but it’s over now. And you owe him to stay with him since he can’t afford to live alone.”

↬ Emery licks his lips and wills words to come out. Wills something to come out. Wills himself to say anything. But his mouth feels dry and sandpapery. “I’m in a relationship. With a man.” He says finally, and waits. He waits so long he looks at the phone screen to check if she’s hung up or not. “Ma’am?” That was enough to get a response, “I’m your mother Emery. Break up with him immediately and quit your foolish fantasies. Move back in with that poor boy before he ends up being kicked out. Fix your mistakes.”

↬ His mouth clamps shut. His shaking wont stop now, it’s moved from his hands to his entire body. He wants to defend himself, he wants to say anything against her. He wants to stop being silent, but no matter what he can’t get anything out. “Did you hear me Emery?” He feels tears slip out of eyes. “Also--we’ve moved to the Korea as well. We live in Busan. You’ll come and visit right?”

↬ “I--I--I.” His jaw clamps. “Stop stuttering, you’re a man aren’t you.” His mother says. 

↬ “I’m not going to break up with him.” Emery says. There is another long silence on the phone.

↬ “You disgust me.” She says, and the line goes dead. He feels himself shaking. He feels like dying, like he wants to stop being alive. For the first time in his life, Emery wishes he wasn’t alive. That he didn’t have to deal with this. He wants to disappear. He wants to--he wasn’t to just stop existing, just so they can’t reach him. 

↬ His fingers are numb as they dial a phone number, “Jupiter? C-c-can you come over?” He says once the line is answered.

[bloom-alana-archive]

looking for rp partners who mainly like to headcanon. writing is great too but note i am slow due to mental health and work, so i can't promise that i'll reply to threads fast. headcanoning is a piece of cake to me tho and i am capable of giving several paragraphs worth of them & i like to do rp drabbles! anyways, hit me up if you're interested in any of these plots/ideas: I play a lot of fun but I am open to mxf and nbxf and don't mind what gender I play. Will play mxm too.

1. superpowers mumu. we do a 2x2 or a 3x3 of people who live in a universe where superpowers exist. some of the characters can be regular degular civilians, while others can be vigilantes or super heroes, or they can all just be superpowered people getting by. anyways. there's a lot of drama going down due to how superpowers could be perceived by the public. unless they're accepted? whatever, let's world build.

2. supernatural/paranormal mumu: preferably if a psychic, a witch, a vampire, and a werewolf saved the world together. get into a lot of shit during the process. supernaturals aren't known publicly but they exist. so we can add more characters as time goes on. preferably a fun plot that's angst but not too angsty, you feel?

3. reincarnated lovers mixed with soulmate aus as plots, like any kind. bonus if we mix the soulmate au plots together for more drama.

4. two friends want to have a baby together and promise there will be no feelings but there ends up being feelings. bonus if they're roommates and one of them gets pregnant

5. two people who butt heads are left in custody of their friend's child after they (tw: death) pass and leave the baby to them.

6. a good place themed plot where they're stuck in purgatory or hell. its either a 1x1, 2x2, or a 3x3 and they don't know it until one of them realizes it. Chaos ensues because personalities clash.

7. Space Lara Croft except it's lesbians finding artifacts on different planets and giving them back to their rightful owners. Just all the fun planet hopping.

8. Grim Reaper falls in love with an assassin

9. Married couple move to a different country for a job opportunity and highs and lows ensue.

10. D/octor Who plot where I play a female doctor

11. A plot inspired by Hannibal, except its two women and one of them is psychic and one of them can read and manipulate thoughts.

12. HADES & PERSEPHONE, HERA & ZEUS, OR ARES & APHRODITE PLOT PLS OMG

13. That cliche plot where the grumpy lawyer falls for the wedding planner! I wanna write the grumpy lawyer

[havencfear]

&&. MEME DAY!!

I’ll be accepting for Jenna, Roger, Alvin, Spot, Jamie, & Jimmy!! As this is a mumu please be sure to specify who the question is for and ( if sending from a mumu ) who it is from. I’ll be accepting ( both canon and non-canon )... 

DRABBLE : spots to kiss

DRABBLE : nonverbal memes

DRABBLE : emergency fluff

ASKS : late night self reflect

ASKS : luxury

RANDOM : moodboards

And you can send them HERE !!

[wundcrlust]

hello everyone! i’m so excited for meme day! yay!  I will be accepting the following memes today: ( in or out of canon ) SPOTS TO KISS NONVERBAL MEMES  EMERGENCY FLUFF  LATE NIGHT SELF REFLECTIVE ASKS  LUXURY ASKS  MOODBOARD MEME  for all muses!  Please remember to include in the ask which muse it is for ( since this is a mumu account ) and which of yours it is from <3 If you would like to turn the drabble asks into threads, please let me know or like the post and we’ll continue the thread!