#sorry this took so long to answer but thank you so much for sending in a prompt!!

[elizabeth-mitchells]

The amount of wlw films I have started watching because you reblogged gif sets of it is like. Well. I am currently watching one (Do Revenge)

GOOD!!! ghsjdfhgfjdh that makes me SO happy!! i love to be a good lesbian influence 🫡🫡

i hope you enjoyed Do Revenge!! i love that one, it's soooo much fun. let me know what you thought? 👀

[ask-that-weird-dog]

Kris. Kris. Kris. Of the two, do you prefer moss or potassium more?

* (You get the feeling this is about to be a very, very weird day.)

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[mintytealfox]

lolol just had a thought for my Anastasia AU :P

If the fact that Orpheus and Alice used to play Orpheus and Eurydice together when they were young, that I found on the wiki, is true, what if...

What if Alice roped young Norton into their game and had him play as Hades? Put on fake, manacial villain façade and carry her bridal style down the hallway to be chased by Orpheus all over the mansion? 😊

God, I feel like that would be such a cute image and memory that Norton and Orpheus would look back on fondly, those days in paradise where they didn't have to worry much as kids 😔

I THOUGHT I RESPONDED TO THIS ALREADY CAUSE I LOVE IT SO MUCH SO MY SHOCK WHEN I SAW IT STILL HERE OH MY OGGHHHSSSSSS

-RAPIDLY TYPINNGGGGGGGGGG-

THIS IS SO CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE THE ACTUAL BABIES BEFORE REALITY HITS AAAHHHH 😭😭😭😭

I am getting this image of it turning into a glorified race where Orpheus and Norton end up taking it way too seriously and are actually running with all they have trying to beat the other to get to Alice LOL So Norton can keep Eurydice in the 'underworld' and Orpheus running so he can take her from the underworld, of their imagined story they are playing LOL

The two just running and throwing everything they got at each other LOL

Norton: "ALICE IS STAYING" Orpheus: "ALICE IS LEAVING WITH ME" -Norton throws big pillows in Orpheus's way- -Orpheus throws a big ball at Norton-

a full motion picture to behold through a child's eyes LOL

Then, like you say, Norton winning and running away with her as Orpheus now has to chase after them IM DYING LOOOL

(Honestly, imagine if da capo all knew each other before the world whacked them all to a pulp ;; )

GOSH I LOVE HAPPINESS AAAHHHHHHHH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[kit-just-kit]

Send "💬" and my muse will reveal a Pet Name or Nickname that they have for yours. (for Igor pls!)

Terms of endearment meme

"Ahhhh but the charter on this one is somewhat of tally darling, is it not? Zver, drakon, zhivotnye.......the ones I scream in the heights of passion, when you're driving me wild even though surely I butcher the pronunciation of them.......". (she hadn't, Kit took the utmost care to ensure both her diction and speech patterns were spot on when saying anything in Igor's native language). ".....and yet, my favourite, is the one I use when I'm at my quietest, my calmest.

My Russian".

[coollyinterferes]

Joseph is just going to give his dear old Uncle a great big hug for the coming winter months. Not only that but a beaming smile too as he laughs proudly and totally did NOT plant a sticky note on Speedwagon's back saying he's the best uncle in the world.

unprompted asks 【always accepting】 @gazelessmenagerie

The silent hug from Joseph is welcomed by the old man with literal open arms. Speedwagon hugs the younger and much taller male back, giving him a wholehearted hug that rivals Joseph's in warmth too. It's mindblowing how tall his dear Joseph has gotten over the last few years! Despite not being much like his grandfather in regards to overall personality, Joseph definitely has Jonathan's genes and it shows. It's not that Robert hadn't noticed how tall Joseph had grown, because he did, it's just that it always becomes a lot more evident when they share a moment like this.

"That was really sweet, Jojo." Robert says with a smile that reflects that fondness he has for the youngest Joestar. One of his hands goes to pat the top of Joseph's head, ruffling the young man's hair just a little, fondly, like he always would when Jojo was little and the two spent hours playing together or reading comics and stories about fantastic heroes,and so on.

"I really appreciate it. Thank you, dearest."

[phoenixcoin]

❂⭃ @deusmater asked: ⥷❂ ❂⭃ CHANGED! ⥷❂

Glimpses of the Past send CHANGED for a scene from my muse's past that represented a turning point in their life

⤛⌠❂⌡⤜

Byron sat at his desk long into the night, just staring down at smooth, flat surface. That flat piece of wood had felt far too long like a sheet of glass upon which he was precariously perched, playing the part of a jester for the hands of Sanbreque. How he toiled away over stacks and stacks of papers, unraveling everything his brother had ever stood for, only just managing to slip by a bit of coin or two to those names which he supported. So many years where he had been using that place as an instrument of ruin and ignoring the cries beneath him.

But that night had changed everything. Seeing Clive and Jill after such a large span of death and silence, it had completely toppled his world and every single stack of those damn papers. He had never played the part of a villain well, and he could no longer sit idly by and watch the duchy crumble under his hands. Watch the world fall to pieces between the mortar and pestle that was the war between Waloed and Sanbreque. Knowing that Clive was alive, knowing what he was fighting for, how could he possibly continue to waste his days staring at this barren environment at his desk?

Oh, it should have been a very serious moment, but Byron could not fight the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin, couldn't fight for a moment the laughter that started small and began to grow. With a rolling laugh fit for some jolly old king, Byron stood and took his arm to sweep across the surface of his desk to knock every single object into the floor. A shower of paper and trinkets that crashed with a terrible sound, sending its echo through the halls like a banshee crying out in the night.

Byron's servants rushed to the door of his study, crowding around in fear and concern. A stray voice called out among the rest: "My lord, whatever is the matter!? What are you doing?"

Byron turned to face them, hands on his hips and a smile beaming larger and brighter than any who worked at the estate had seen in a great many years, "Ready a ferry for me, my man. I am joining Cid the Outlaw!"

A cacophony of confusion and concern erupted from the staff, and with the chaos a great many rebuttals to deny such a short-sighted idea, but Byron merely laughed, hard and loud, and sauntered out of the room to his bedchamber. It was time for him to ready himself for a great adventure.

[mutxnts]

Fic meme: 22, 23, 24!

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene.

okay maybe don't read this oodly since it does have a bit of an aa4 spoiler KJLSDFKLJGDSKLJFG but this was one of my favorite fics to write this year, and also maybe the paragraphs i'm most proud of. from good old days:

“You look like a true defense attorney now,” Miles complimented with a warm smile. “Take a look for yourself.” He gestured toward the full-length mirror nearby, indicating for him to turn toward it now that his outfit was complete. Phoenix did just that. What he saw in the mirror wasn’t just a reflection of the outfit he was wearing, but was also a reflection of the man he’d once been—of the defense attorney he’d once been. But now he was older, made stronger by all the adversity he had faced in the past decade. The gray hair at his temples showed clear signs of aging, and there was a certain weariness in his eyes that seemed to have been a permanent fixture since his disbarment, but the attorney’s badge on his chest still shone proudly in the face of all that. He had grown and changed so much as a person since the last time he had worn his attorney’s badge, and yet who he was at his core remained unchanged. He was still the same Phoenix Wright that cared about finding the truth and believing in people when no one else did.

23. Share the final version of a sentence or paragraph that you struggled with. What about it was challenging? Are you happy with how it turned out?

okay it's kind of stupid but this part from sweet, sweet bliss was challenging to me:

“Hmm… pancakes sound good,” he answered. And then, because he couldn’t resist teasing his boyfriend to get him worked up, he added, “Along with a side of bacon, eggs, and toast, perhaps. And a parfait, don’t forget that.”

i don't know why but i always struggle with food in fics? i'm always trying to decide if it's like, a normal dish to have or if it's too fancy or not something that the character would be able to make. or, if it's even something people normally eat KJSKJFDGSJKDFG and don't get me started on writing restaurant scenes, i am always so bad at deciding what a character would order so i try to be vague about it 😭 idk why food is such a challenge to me but it is jskdfgjkldfjkldfg

24. What's something that surprised you while you were working on a fic? Did it change the story?

hmmm, i think one of the things that surprised me the most while working on a fic is that i actually had an idea for how i could make hot, sticky, sweet (warning that is an explicit fic) into a two-parter instead of just a one shot. i've never written anything that wasn't a one shot, so the fact that i had ideas for how to continue the story surprised me. i wasn't sure if i was going to actually write the second part or not, but it did reshape the way i ended that fic. i had like 3 different ideas for the ending, but decided in the end to go with something more opened ended in case i ever came back to it and wanted to write that second part. (and surprisingly, i did start working on the second chapter!)

[oculusxcaro]

🌸 If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last few blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog. 🌸

Thanks for sending this! Slipping this under the cut because it's OOC! 🐸

(Hello there! Thanks for sending this to me and I'm so sorry it's taken so long to answer! It's... hard to answer because I don't feel like I'm a very interesting person so facts are hard to give? Okay, umm. I met J.ames M.arsters in Wales a LONG time ago. I have the enzyme that thinks 'soap' when it comes to cilantro/coriander in dishes making some meals impossible to enjoy! Back when I lived in London. I took care of an injured Ring-necked dove. It had been hit by a car and didn't look like it was going to make the night but it survived. Fed it sweetcorn and peas which it loved and soon made a full recovery. After I released it, it kept coming back and brought it's mate along for a couple of years until we moved away. I still miss my little bird friend but it's been ten years since then so maybe it's descendants are still visiting?)

[passionfruitbowls]

6,7, and 17 for the writer's ask game!

6. What is your darkest fear about writing? i would say it’s the possibility that my writing will never be “good enough” for a wider audience (then again, we’re all our own worst critics, aren’t we? 😅) and that i’ll never have the time or motivation to finish a novel or any other kind of literary work

7. What is your deepest joy about writing? the fact that it’s a way of telling the world that i have something to say, whether it’s as simple as “hey here are some characters from a show i love wouldn’t it be great if they held hands and kissed” or a commentary on a current issue!! i love using words to make myself heard and i also love hearing what people think of my ideas and opinions <3

17. Talk to me about the minutiae of your current WIP. Tell me about the lore, the history, the detail, the things that won’t make it in the text. i hope you don’t mind me talking about a slightly older wip, since most of mine have been on the back burner for a while due to finals XD basically i came up with an idea for an ml fic in which adrien attends a masked ball for people who are in paris’ high society/the wealthy elite and…get this…ladybug is there as a guest of honour!! mind-blowing, right? and of course the two of them inadvertently end up dancing together at some point, then decide to find a more private place to chat since they don’t want to draw attention to themselves…there may or may not be a bit of nervous flirting and a cheek kiss ;)

this is the very beginning of the fic, which i wrote in… *checks the version history and looks away out of embarrassment* november 2020. damn.

[mad-hunts]

☎ -Violet!!

phone contact meme!

contact name: mon rêve 💕 ('my dream' in french, which is a nickname that i couldn't resist once i thought of it because barton calling violet his 'dream' as in she's everything he could wish for and more? its way too darn sweet in my opinion 😭)

contact picture:

(IDK why i chose this one besides that the vibes behind this drawing were IMMACULATE and it just screamed 'them' to me because they would do something precious like this <33 so yeah haha)

ringtone: you make loving fun — fleetwood mac (i chose this one for UHHH. obvious reasons, as its very romantic in my opinion, okok lol)

the most recent phone call between our muses, and how long it was: the last time that both barton and violet were on the phone, he called them as he was heading over to their house as they agreed to hang out that day, but he was running a few minutes late (and i swear this was not for a bad reason so just bear with me here for a second, please. bear with me SKSKS).

the reason behind this was that he was making some last minute touches on the bouquet of flowers he was going to surprise her with, though he lost track of time, but on the bright side... violet got gifted a very pretty bouquet of red roses (: this phone call lasted about 5 minutes, because that was the extra amount of time it took barton to get to violet's home.

the three most recently sent messages from my muse to yours:

1. 'hey, honey! i just wanted to thank you again for coming with me to that doctor's appointment the other day. i mean, i knew that nothing had probably changed with my heart, but' 2. 'it means a lot to me anyhow. i was just a bit nervous because it had been so long since i'd last been to the heart doctor, you know?' 3. 'yeahhh, i know. i've got to get on a more consistent schedule when it comes to taking my meds... its just easy for me to forget sometimes. but it helps having you around to remind me, my dashing knight in shining armor (;'

[spiritofahtohallan]

“You are so beautiful.”

Elsa didn't get to leave the castle as often as she'd like to. Being the queen of Arendelle she had a lot of responsibilities to tend to and she was still getting used to living a life with open doors.

Today though had been an unusally slow day and she had therefore decided to seize the opportunity that had been presented to her. Stepping outside in what felt for the first time in forever since her coronation, Elsa smiled as she felt the sun on her face and breathed in the fresh air, reminding herself that she really had to do this more often.

Strolling around Arendelle, taking in the sights of her beautiful kingdom and stopping at a stand to view some flowers she was thinking of buying for Anna, Elsa was pulled out of her thoughts by a tiny voice.

"I - Oh thank you so much" She replied, a smile forming on her lips, "You're very pretty yourself" Elsa complimented the child.

"Are you from Arendelle? I don't think I have seen you around here before" she inquired, "then again I don't get to leave the castle as often as I'd like to".

[eli-writes-sometimes]

Happy STS! What are your characters' favorite songs? Bonus: Why that song?

Hey Tori! Thanks for the ask, sorry it too so long to get to!

This is actually something I've thought about quite a lot for the main characters of Five Man Band, as I wrote a little short story about thhem winning a akaraoke contest at the agency they worl at, so I'll answer with them!

Riley - he's a sucker for sweater weather by the neighbourhood - back before the story started, him and his (now dead) girlfriend used to sing it together, and listening to it reminds him of her, so he loves

Niamh - she loves older music, and she'll listen to voulez-vous by abba on repeat whenever she can

Ash - because of her fire powers, she's obsessed with songs about fire and she loves rock music, so she loves my songs know what you did in the dark (light em up) by fall out boy

Kai - he would probably say that he listens to too much music to have a favourite, but he loves will wood, and his favourite is laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!)

Phoenix - they're a musical nerd, and their favourite song is either flowers or wedding song from hadestown - they wouldn't be able to choose, and I can't either

Thanks for the ask!

[homunculiii]

For honesty hour:

1. What was the last fiction and non-fiction books you read?

2. Drop your Spotify wrapped - and if you don't have one, what new bands/songs did you discover in 2023?

3. This is less of a question but have you watched poker face starring natasha lyonne? I think you'd like it😆

ooh good questions!!

The last fiction book I finished was the Raven graphic novel by Kami Garcia, it was alright and Gabriel Picolo's art is gorgeous! The storyline was a little generic but I still enjoyed it. The last non-comic book I read was Clockwork Prince by Cassandra Clare, it's one of my best friends' most formative books and I really got swept up in the plot! I thinkkkk the last non-fiction book I actually finished was Natasha Lasky's essay on Blackout by Britney Spears which was a fascinating read! I'm also currently reading Alan Kohler's quarterly essay about the Aussie housing market and really loving it

Oooh what do you want to know about my spotify wrapped? My top song was anti-hero and top podcast was 7am and I'm happy to go into more detail if you like!

I haven't but Natasha Lyonne has such a great screen presence and I love her voice :D I'll have to check it out

[himasgod]

idk if its okay

but can I request for the tapis rouge boyos (vil, azul, jamil, ace) with a reader who gets hit on by a well known celebrity who has a reputation for being a playboy.

thank youuu

ACE, JAMIL, AZUL AND VIL X READER

Where a famous playboy actor wants to flirt with you in Tapis Rouge

How would guys react if, at the Vil's Red Carpet Cadets event, a famous actor with dark intentions approached you to hit on you?

I put Zane as the default name, if there is a Zane reading this, don't be offended😭 You don't need to have played the event to read the one-shot, I hope you enjoy it <3

Maquillaville was packed with rich, famous people who—according to Ace—were annoyingly full of themselves. He wasn't really used to this kind of fancy event, but he played it off well with his cocky grin and bold style. In his own way, he looked great.

You were chatting with a few guests when someone Ace couldn't ignore walked in.

Model, actor, and even film director. He had that fake-perfect smile and a dating history that probably broke some kind of record. Tall, tanned, and smooth-talking, he zoned in on you like a predator the second he saw you.

"Sorry to interrupt," "Zane" said with a charming smirk, "but your smile is brighter than the lights in this place. How about I buy you a drink… or better yet, take you out to dinner tomorrow?"

Ace stopped chewing his fancy canapé. He turned his head slowly, like he'd just heard the funniest joke ever.

"A drink? Seriously? Bro, do you think you're in some rom-com?"

Zane blinked at him, confused. “And you are…?”

Ace slid in next to you, his hand on your hip, flashing his most smug smile, though his eyes were sharp.

"The boyfriend. The only one who can make them smile like that without copy-pasting lines from Google."

Zane chuckled. "Well, lucky you, man. No harm in a compliment—"

“Sure, sure,” Ace said, crossing his arms.

"But there's a difference between a compliment and drooling all over my partner. If you want attention that bad, try flirting with a mirror. Bet it'll respond better."

Zane rolled his eyes and walked off in annoyance.

Once he was out of sight, you turned to Ace, one eyebrow raised.

“Jealous?”

“Jealous?!” Ace spun toward you, visibly offended.

"That wasn't jealousy! That was common sense! The guy was talking like you were a character in some cheesy pickup scene! And you laughed at one of his jokes! Like—seriously!?"

You laughed.

“Oh, Ace…”

He clicked his tongue, but his grin gave him away. He leaned in, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"Look, I don't care if you're the center of attention. Honestly, I love it. Let the whole world stare… just so they know exactly who you're with—"

His voice dropped to a murmur against your ear.

“—and who they’ll never be.”

Then he pulled back, smirking wider.

“And if that C-list actor tries flirting again, I swear I'm going to stuff his ego in a box and send it back with a bow.”

Jamil was at your side, impeccable. Although he tried to appear calm, he kept scanning every corner of the room… especially whoever looked at you for too long.

And then he saw it.

Internationally acclaimed actor and singer, known as much for his musical hits as for his romantic history. He was the kind of person who turned every interview into an opportunity to flirt and every gala into a hunt.

He approached you with that well-rehearsed smile of his, champagne glass in hand, his eyes shining with that invasive interest.

"I didn't know stars walked this red carpet," he said, scanning you from head to toe. "Do you have a date for after the event?"

Before you could answer, you felt Jamil's firm presence at your side. His smile was barely perceptible, and his dark eyes, fixed on him.

"I don't think you heard correctly," he said calmly. "They're with me."

Zane laughed sarcastically, never taking his eyes off you.

"Oh, I thought you were a stylish bodyguard. I didn't know you were the… boyfriend?"

Jamil took a step forward, placing himself completely between you and him, like a protective shadow.

"I'll tell you this only once. I don't know what kind of games you usually play with your 'conquests,' but if you want to keep your reputation from falling further, I suggest you back off now."

He raised an eyebrow, still defiant.

"And if I don't?"

Jamil smiled with disturbing slowness.

"Then I'll make you understand. And believe me, I know exactly how to do it without ruining your image… although I wouldn't mind that in the least."

There was a moment of tension. He, perhaps for the first time in a long time, felt insecure around someone. And he left.

You looked at Jamil, somewhat impressed.

"Are you always so calm when you're jealous?"

"Jealous?" Jamil sighed, taking your hand.

"I'm not jealous. I'm irritated. Because that guy dared to look at you like a trophy."

He turned to you, his expression softer.

"And you're not a trophy. You're someone I chose, and who chose me. I don't need to shout it… but I won't let anyone dare touch what I respect."

Every flashbulb seemed to follow you as you walked beside Vil, so perfect it outshone even the biggest stars. The whole world felt like a runway, and you, at his side, were part of the spectacle.

You were used to receiving stares, but this time you felt a particularly insistent one.

"Do you know him?"

Vil whispered near your ear, without taking his eyes off a certain famous actor who was approaching.

It was an international star known for his leading man roles… and for his many love scandals. Vil pursed his lips with the elegance of someone who knew perfectly well who this man was and how little he liked him.

"Only by sight…" you replied, a little uncomfortable as you noticed the actor coming straight toward you.

"Then don't stare at him so much." Vil murmured with a charming smile, but his eyes were sharp.

The actor arrived and, as if he had no idea who Vil was (which was impossible), offered you his hand.

"I didn't expect to see someone so charming tonight. Have we met? Because if not, I'd love to change that."

Vil took a subtle step, standing half in front of you. His face, still sporting a polite smile, was tense like a perfectly placed mask.

"Funny, I thought charm wasn't enough when it came to respect," he said, in that tone of his as polished as liquid poison.

"My partner doesn't usually fall for such cheap tricks, Mr. Zane."

The actor laughed, as if he didn't take the hint.

"A couple? What a shame… Although that's never been an obstacle in romantic movies," he joked, winking at you.

You opened your mouth to reply, but Vil was quicker. He took your hand and entwined it with his, raising his chin

"This isn't a movie. And if you think you can turn my relationship into just another chapter in your "red carpet romances," you're sorely mistaken."

The actor seemed amused by the reaction, but seeing Vil's sharp gaze with pride, jealousy, and elegance, he simply raised his hands.

"Well, well. I didn't know you were so committed, Schoenheit. Lucky for you. And for you too."

He winked at you with a mischievous smile before walking away.

The air seemed to have cooled a couple of degrees.

Vil turned to you, still frowning slightly.

"I warn you, that man is like cheap perfume: strong at first, but in the end, only an unpleasant aftertaste."

"Are you jealous?" You asked with a soft smile.

Vil stared at you, then sighed, smoothing out an invisible wrinkle in your attire.

"No. I'm forewarned. Because I value you. And I won't let someone like him touch you with even the hint of an intention."

He leaned in elegantly, his lips brushing the line of your jaw, just enough for you to feel it only for yourself.

"You're too precious to be trifled with. And if anyone tries… they'll have to face me."

The hair, his thin glasses, and that brown suit with subtle pinstripes gave him an air of sophistication that contrasted with his inner nerves whenever someone approached you.

You'd been walking through with him, just chatting, when a tall man with an easy smile and a foreign accent approached you.

"Are you the person everyone is whispering is stealing the event tonight? My name is Zane Duclair but you can call me Zane. Although I'd prefer it if you called me later."

He winked at you.

Azul blinked. He smiled, but his fingers trembled slightly as he gripped your hand.

"Zane Duclair… the actor with three public breakups and five harassment lawsuits… charming track record," he murmured.

Zane gave a carefree laugh, as if everything was slipping away.

"Oh, all in the past. Tonight I'm only interested in this beautiful person," he said, taking your hand without permission. "Would you do me the pleasure of dinner after the gala?"

Before you could respond, Azul placed a hand on your shoulder. His smile was still there, but his eyes were pure ice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt your attempt at 'conquest,' Zane, but my companion already has plans with me tonight. And they're non-negotiable."

Lucien raised an eyebrow.

"And who are you? Their manager?"

Azul let out a short, almost mocking laugh.

"No, I'm a bit more complicated than that. I'm the person who knows their every taste, every gesture, every look. And also the person who can't stand it when someone with a questionable reputation tries to fish in waters that don't belong to him."

Zane looked offended, but Azul stepped forward, still keeping his voice polite.

"And if you insist, I can present you with a complete list of legal clauses regarding harassment and non-consensual advances. I'm sure your lawyers will be able to read between the lines."

Zane left, visibly irritated, and Azul took your arm to lead you away, taking a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I didn't expect someone like him to approach me like that."

Azul shook his head.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault there are men who confuse charisma with entitlement. But if he approaches you again… I won't need contracts."

He glanced at you, lowering his voice.

"You are valuable. I will not allow anyone to see you as something they can buy or conquer. Because you are already… firmly committed to me."

[dokyumms]

seventeen's reaction to you overworking yourself (hyung line) !

pairings: hyung line x reader (find maknae ver. here)

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 1.6k

cw: light cursing, overworking, fatigue, fainting

a/n: i had to cut this in half since it was getting too long and i wanted to make sure i posted today! i have NO idea why i made seungcheol's so long lmao. hope you enjoy kings ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ also, i will be closing my requests so i can catch up on them over the weekend, i'll try to get them done by monday! thank you for all the support, it means so much to me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

seungcheol - seungcheol is livid. you're still at your second part-time job when seungcheol calls you, "send me your location, y/n." you didn't tell seungcheol you had taken on a second job. you've never been comfortable with money, always having to work multiple jobs to stay afloat. that was until you met seungcheol, and since then he's always taken care of your expenses, even offering to pay for part of your tuition, and you decided it was enough. you didn't want for your (millionaire) boyfriend to think you were using him, so you told him you took on some evening classes.

today, you're covering someone else's shift. originally, you weren't going to, but after their promise of sending you a little extra money for it, you accepted.

"cheol, i told you i'm-"

"at class still? don't bullshit me, y/n. you didn't take on any new classes, you left your paper schedule on the counter."

your stomach drops. ah hell, you must be stupid. "y/n, what are you really doing?" he asks, almost pleading. there's absolutely no fighting it at that point, "i'm... at work. shift just ended, i'll send you my location." in defeat, you sit on a barstool at the restaurant and wait for seungcheol.

when he walks in, his eyes are immediately on you, walking over and grabbing your hand. "let's go," is all he says. the car ride is silent with tension; he only asks about it once you two are both home. "why? y/n there's no reason for you to be working another job. i'm right here; if you needed financial help, i could've helped you." he says gently, trying to maintain his frustration, but his brows are furrowed, exposing his true emotions.

"that's just the thing seungcheol, you're always here to help me. i don't want to use you because i can't support myself." you reason, but seungcheol obviously isn't buying it. "y/n, you're not using me, even if you did i wouldn't care. i don't want to watch you struggle when i know i can help." he takes your hand into his own. "don't do this to yourself, please. i love you too much to let this keep going." looks like you're quitting that job.

jeonghan - you and jeonghan are walking home from your date night. it's supposed to be romantic, you two walking hand in hand, but you're feeling the weight of the all nighters you've been pulling all week to finish your project, walking wobbily on the side walk.

"did you drink or something? you're walking a little funny babe." jeonghan teases before giving you a genuine look of concern. you try to laugh it off, "hah, maybe." but then your eyes start to droop ever so slowly. jeonghan notices, "have you been sleeping?" damn. did your concealer wear off or something? you're about to respond, but your legs give out and jeonghan catches you before everything goes dark.

you wake up on the couch, tucked in with a blanket with jeonghan caressing your forehead lovingly. "so i'm guessing the answer to my question is no," jeonghan murmurs, giggiling. "but seriously y/n- don't scare me like that," he adds. "i know i know, sorry-" you say, trying to sit up, but jeonghan interupts. "i don't think so, you need to rest baby," he gently pushes you back down before joining you on the couch. "we'll talk about this seriously later, let's just sleep for now." wrapping his arms around you, leaving you no choice but to comply.

joshua - joshua wants to trust you, knowing that you're fully capable of taking care of yourself, but he can't help but worry when he looks over at you. you've been sitting at your desk for hours now, trying to finish all your assignments before the end of the grading period.

he walks over, putting his hands on your shoulders and massaging them. "you've been working for a bit, love. how about a break?" he suggests. you turn around, giving him a small smile, "i really would shua, but i've got like 2 hours till this is due. just let me finish this and i'll take a break." he frowns, "you promise?" "i promise," he hums in response, giving you a quick peck on the cheek before retreating to whatever he was doing.

2 hours later, joshua is back at your desk, only to find you slumped over your papers. he sighs, shaking his head before taking a look at your laptop. "hm, looks like you made the deadline," he says softly, gently shaking you awake.

"you did it, love. i'm proud of you, but i don't want you doing this often- it makes me worried." he murmurs, "come on, you need to take your well deserved break in a more comfortable space," taking your hand and guiding you to your room.

jun - honestly he gets it, between his singing and acting career, he knows what it's like to always feel like you're on the clock. he still doesn't approve of this though.

you just got home from working over time, it's 11:35- you both should be asleep, but he's waiting for you on the couch. looking at you, his heart breaks, noticing the eyebags, the bad posture, the way you're barely holding onto your bag, all of it. he makes his way over to you.

"oh, y/n," you don't process what's happening, about 30 seconds from fall asleep as he holds you. taking your bag from your hand, he then ushers you toward the couch. he helps you take off your jacket and shoes.

"do you want something to eat? water?" he asks while laying you down. you shake your head, but he still hands you a waterbottle anyway. "i'm always scared when you're like this bǎo bèi," he comments softly. "please take care of yourself, but if you can't, i'll be here." he gives you a kiss before laying your head down, falling asleep almost immediately.

hoshi - hoshi is nothing short of assertive, literally showing up to your job. "soonyoung, what are you-" "do you know what time it is? i'm taking you home." he leaves no room for argument as he drags you out of your work place. you're going to need to explain this to your manager.

"i'm not letting you do this to yourself, y/n. it's late. why are you still trying to work at this hour?" he asks, frustrated. "soonyoung, you know why. i don't have a roommate anymore; i can't pay rent with one income." he sighs, "i know, but you just look so- i don't know- tired now. i can help y/n, just let me."

there's no talking your way out of this, you just let him drag you all the way back to your apartment while rambling about how bad working late could be for your health: what if someone kidnaps you on the way home? what if you faint while you're walking up the stairs because you're so tired? what if you're so sleepy you don't notice someone walking by and you run into them and fall into a storm drain?

wonwoo - he doesn't scold you, but he'll get all nerdy and tell you terrible facts about not taking care of yourself.

you're bent over your laptop, trying to finish a whole group project on your own since you got assigned terrible partners. he sits down besides you, whispering in your ear, "keep sitting like that, and you won't be able to walk properly at 40," you scoff, but adjust your posture anyway, you don't want to test this guy. smiling in victory, he kisses you before walking away, reminding you to take a break.

you don't listen to him though, getting carried away in your work. wonwoo comes back every so often to tell you that your brain will start eating itself because you haven't eaten, you'll get terrible wrinkles because you're dehydrated, all that stuff.

once you're finally done and in bed, he scolds you, of course. "i know you think i'm joking, but i'm not y/n. this isn't good for you, next time you do this, i'm forcing you to stop, okay?" he strokes your hair and gives you a kiss. "i love you a lot, so take good care of yourself, can't have you dying on me."

woozi - out of all the members, he's definitely the one who relates to you the most. he knows you'll drown out the sound of people telling you to take breaks, so he takes things into his own hands.

you're working at your desk when woozi turns your chair around and grabs your hand, dragging you to the couch. you try to argue, you really need to finish this so your group doesn't fall behind on the project, but he doesn't take no for an answer.

"shush y/n, just let me talk." he starts, "i know what it's like, i really do. you feel like everyone is depending on you, and maybe they are, but you don't have to do it all alone," when you try to dismiss him and get back to work, he's actually pinning you to the couch. in any other circumstance, you'd be turned the hell on... but he's serious about this. "listen, stop trying to shut me out y/n. i'm someone you can rely on, and i want you to. don't do this to yourself, i won't let you."

you nod in agreement. "good, now let's just stay here for a second," he lays on top of you, trapping you under him so there's nothing you can do but rest.

[x--sinner--x]

I love the concept of coincidental rape. Like just imagine being neighbours, but we found each other on a dating app. We talk and flirt for days, and eventually we reach the point of exchanging selfies and other spicy pictures.

And then one day I noticed something. In one of the pics you sent me, I could see my own house in the reflection. You took one right by your window and that's how I realized it.

With this newfound information I had to act upon it. I eagerly knock on your door, and you don't disappoint as you answer the door quickly.

"Hey, we haven't really met but I am your neighbour," I introduce myself, "and this is my house behind me. Can I come in? I would like to get acquainted."

I didn't know such a bombshell was talking to me on a dating app while being my neighbour.

"Yeah, sure. Please come in." The funny part is, as I am walking into the hallway of your house, you are texting me on the dating app. "Sorry daddy, but I have a visitor. I'll talk to you later. 💋💋"

And my phone pings with the notification you just sent me. While I know the cause behind the ping, you have no idea as it's just a normal notification in your eyes.

"Thanks for letting me in. You have a gorgeous house." I pause for a moment to take in the view and proceed to talk again. "And here you go. I wanted to bring you a gift to introduce myself."

"Thank you for the compliment... and for the gift as well. What is it?" You ask curiously.

"It's a pretty rare vintage wine bottle. My dad had a wine cellar and was an avid wine collector. When I moved here, I brought some of his collections with me, and I thought you would enjoy it. Wanna drink with me?"

"Aw that's lovely. And yeah sure, we could have a drink." But little did you know, I had put in a little substance to knock you out in a matter of seconds.

We both make our way to your living room, where sofas are arranged around a small glass table with some glasses. You use a bottle opener and pour some for both of us. We take seats opposite each other and I take my glass of wine and bring it up to my mouth, but I don't drink it. I waited patiently until you took the first sip and it wasn't long before that happened.

"Do you live here alone? Seems pretty big for you." I ask you a simple question, just to break the ice until you fall unconscious.

"Well, this is my friend's house actually. She has moved abroad with her family, and I was searching for a house and she rented it to me a year back." You take another pause to take a few quick sips and then continue. "Damn, this wine really tastes good. Great choi---- huh.. what's happe--"

The wine glass shatters on the ground as you pass out on your side of the sofa. I placed my glass back on the table as I had accomplished what I was hoping for.

I carry your passed out body to your bedroom and place you down gently on the bed. I whip out my phone and take some pictures of you - for keepsake purposes.

I slowly proceed to take off your clothes and look at you in all of your glory. You look much more pretty than the pictures you keep sending me in a teasing way. I couldn't hold it in anymore and I come on top of you and mount my cock next to your entrance and start thrusting it inside you.

Your pussy feels so tight even as you are passed out. Your breasts flop up and down with each thrust and when I look up at you, you look just like a dainty little flower. People might always look at your cute and demure side of you, but what I'm seeing now is a whole another side of you.

Your glowing skin puts infectious thoughts into my brain, forcing me to act upon them. I give into my desires, violating your supple skin and leaving marks as I go. I smell the perfume on your hair and it only makes me all the more feral. Your breasts are so milky that my hands sink in with every squeeze.

I take your breasts into my mouth and suck on it like a baby and it feels so good. I was picking up the pace with which my cock was moving inside your pussy. I grab onto your hips as I thrust harder, reaching further parts of your pussy with subsequent thrusts.

I think I overestimated my own resistance to cum, because it didn't take me too long, combusting all that pent up cum straight up her womb. I pull my cock out and see some of it dripping out onto the sheets - and it made me only want to continue. I pushed my cock back in her hole - in every hole in fact, taking turns - until I unloaded my cum several times in each one of them - and watching my cum drip out of every hole was very satisfying to see.

I took some more photos of you in that state, and sent you those pictures in the dating app.

"No worries baby. Here are some souvenirs of our first encounter with each other. Thanks for the return present. It was really lovely. Hope you liked all of my presents.

- Your visitor. 💋💋💋"