#this is all i csn think of right now

[misserabella]

gonna need an abby version of your ‘sexting ellie williams’ fics bc god am i obsessed with that woman

a/n; you ask and you shall receive

sexting with gf! abby! ♡

pt2

cw; +18 content! minors dni!, sexting, drinking (reader is in a party and drunk), description of a video of reader touching herself, abby being as cocky as ever, top! abby, bottom! reader, fingering, praising, oral sex (r receiving), cum eating, making out, allusions of sex with strap…

3:24 AM

abs

abssssss

abbyyyyy

sht abayuyyy

abby groaned as her phone buzzed nonstop, reaching for it and squinting her eyes at the screen’s light. she took a peak at the hour. holy fuck. 3AM?

baby? what the hell? why are you up this late?

partyyyy

u’re at a party rn? bfr

yessss. owen’s

i’m gonna kill him. why did he let you drink this much?

i’m not deinkkk

you’re definitely drunk, doll. i’m gonna go get you, alright? stay put wherever u are and don’t move.

no no lsten, i have something impurtabt to telll u

what is it?

ik i’m drunk rn but in gunna marry you

you’re gonna marry me?

abby was laughing at your texts. yes, she was worried you had been drinking, but you were at owen’s and you were safe. and it was so fucking fun to watch you try and type correctly.

yes

i’m marryin u

even if you r meanb

me? when have i been mean to you baby?

rn

right now?

yeahh, ‘cause tou’re sooooj beautiful

all i fan think about are your lips rn

why r u not heyre?

okay. you’re really drunk, baby, why don’t you wait for me and we talk about this when i get there, hm?

no.

u r gonna take sooooiii long

you’ve pretty eyesX

they look so good when u go down on me

abby’s eyes widened, and her whole body seemed to burn. shit.

yeah? they look good princess?

mmmh

want u

and you’re so far away rn it’s nor fair

that was a fucking lie. abby was already on the road to get there. shit. she loved it when you went all needy on her. and when you were drunk? you had no filter. always screaming and moaning so loud she sometimes would have to muzzle you to not have the neighbors knocking on her door.

oh baby, why don’t you come here and sit on my face? my tongue will say sorry for me

your cheeks flushed, and your cunt throbbed. you loved it when she’d make you sit on her face, her tongue unrelenting on fucking you over and over again until you wouldn’t cum anymore. you needed her. and you needed her right now. the bathroom you had gone in felt suddenly too hot and your panties too sticky. you hissed when your fingers pushed in them, feeling just how wet you had become for her. you couldn’t help but plunge a finger inside your tight hole. of course, your fingers weren’t as near as largue and thick as abby’s, but you needed something until she’d get there and do it for you.

csn i tell u s secret?

ofc princess, what is it?

i’m fucking my pussy rn

jesus christ. abby almost hit the breaks. almost crashed when you send her a video of —now— two of your fingers fucking inside your tight and squelching walls. she could hear your little whimpers and pants.

couldnt wair abymore

i need you so bad abby pkease

shit. writing with only one hand and drunk wasn’t that easy. you were whimpering and moaning as you fingered yourself on the bathroom of owen’s party. you thanked god the music was loud enough to muffle your sounds, ‘cause you surely couldn’t swallow them back inside.

abby was exceeding the speed limit to get there, practically parking on top of owen’s lawn as she jumped out of the car, running towards the house.

where.

bathroom

she didn’t even say hi to owen as she passed right through him, her blood boiling as she ran upstairs and swung the door open. you hadn’t even locked it. fucking hell.

abby almost went down on her knees when she saw you sitting on the toilet’s lid with a hand buried in between your thighs and your phone on the other, your chat open and showing on the screen. your senses came back to you as you heard the lock turning, and you moaned when you saw her.

did i say almost? abby had never been quicker to kneel down, her strong arms pushing your legs on top of her shoulders to move your hand away and, after cleaning up your fingers with her tongue, hurriedly burying her face in your cunt. your back arched, and you let out a scream that made her groan, lapping at your juices. you were so fucking wet…

“fuck, abby!” you cried out when she plunged her own fingers deep inside your cunt, easily finding your g spot.

she cooed. “my princess was just feeling needy. weren’t you, baby? poor thing. so horny for me couldn’t wait until i could get here. sending me a video of touching your tight little cunt just to tease me, didn’t you?” you whimpered, bucking your hips against her touch, your back arching.

“please abby… your mouth.” you begged.

“you want my mouth baby? want me to eat this soaked pretty pussy of yours?” you nodded, pleading for it, and she followed, her tongue meeting your clit and making you moan. “so fucking loud…” she groaned, starting to devour you to get out of you more or those pleasured sounds. she was starving. and you were falling apart, melting under her tongue.

“abby!” you screamed when her tongue fucked inside of you, her arms tugging from you to get closer, her nose nudging your clit. the alcohol made you feel dizzy, and the pleasure only seemed to grow and grow. you could feel it shocking through your body, her grunts making your body gave into her. you needed her.

“fuck, you look so fucking beautiful. need you bouncing on my cock baby.” you whimpered, nodding.

“yes please, abby, please, need you to fuck me.” you were a babbling mess, her tongue teasing you and making you squirm. she adored making you tremble, seeing you get more and more desperate for her to make you cum.

“yeah? need me to fuck you sweet girl? need me to to fuck your brains out?” you nodded, moaning, your chest heaving harshly, your thighs shaking at the sides of her head, your back arched when her fingers, three this time, plunged inside of you, abusing your g spot and making you see stars. “i will princess. but first you’re gonna cum on my tongue, isn’t that right?” your hands found her hair, tugging when she sucked down on your sensitive and puffy clit. “yeah, of course you are. you are squeezing my fingers so tight, fuck… you always take them so well baby. such a fucking good girl for me. can’t wait to see you taking my cock.“ you could feel the warmth on your stomach grow and grow.

“abby, i’m gonna…! i’m cumming!” you cried out, and she only fingered you faster, harder. it was imposible to describe. this feeling. her.

“go ahead baby, let me clean you all up.” she smirked, and with a last thrust and lick at your clit you were falling apart, making her groan when you pushed her face harder against your gushing cunt. you whited out.

she helped you ride it as your moans broke, your hips stuttering and your creamy white and salt cum painted her fingers. she moaned against you, cleaning it with her tongue and humming at the taste. there was nothing she loved more than giving you head.

once you’d calmed down and your breathing had evened out, she pulled her fingers out to push them inside her mouth. you whined as you watched her, with lips swollen and chin soaked in your juices.

“let’s get out of here.” she said, and you nodded, not before kissing her so deeply you left her as drunk and dizzy as you felt.

yeah. she was definitely gonna marry you.

….

LORD. that was filthy asf. i’m sorry… or nah.🤭

hope you enjoyed. remember to support your writers! <3

abby anderson masterlist! <3

xxx

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (00i) csn route: what makes him, him

WORD COUNT. 823

WARNINGS. fluff! san is just v san what can i say

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

YOU SEE HIM. AND YOU KNOW HE SEES YOU TOO BY THE WAY HIS EYES WIDEN WHEN HE MEET YOURS.

All the contestants had packed the stage for the award ceremony. Ateez stood pretty far away from the crowds eyes, unintentionally shielding you from their vision.

None of them had spotted you until they were announced as the winners of the silver prize. Yeosang somehow saw your figure in the hoards of people, waving with excitement.

The seemingly innocent action also brought you into his view.

Choi San is currently freaking out, the image of your flawless smile etched deeply into his brain.

While thinking about you might be his favorite pastime, he really wishes that he could muster up the courage to go up to you and spill his heart right now.

Sadly, that won’t be happening. Even if he wasn’t so scared of the potential rejection, who says you would even agree to see him?

He lets himself fall on the couch with a dramatic sigh. Until suddenly, he hears the loud voice of his best friend. San doesn’t think much of it because Wooyoung has never been one to follow the rules of basic social etiquette.

“Yeah, San says he wants to talk to you.” He hears Wooyoung say as his voice gets closer.

Before he can even begin to decipher what that’s suppose to mean, San is greeted by you holding a small stuffed animal, and being pushed trough the door by Wooyoung.

He quickly rushes to his feet as you take a confused look around the dressing room.

“You didn’t have to push me. I would’ve come willingly.” You say with a small chuckle as he walks over to you.

San is about to open his mouth when he he’s interrupted by the voices of Seonghwa and Mingi yelling, “Good luck Sannie!” as they close the door.

A wave of both relief and embarrassment washes over the poor boy, who’s now blushing profusely.

You smile and give him a questioning look. “So what did you want to tell me?”

“Oh. I didn’t ask Wooyoung to go get you, he made that up.”

As your face facial expressions drop and disappointment spreads over your previously cheerful features, he realizes his mistake.

“Oh-”

“No no no, wait, I didn’t ask him to do anything but.. but I still want to tell you something.” He stutters.

You don’t say anything, only nodding for him to continue.

He takes a deep breath, his dark eyes meeting yours.

“Yn, I.. I like you. Scratch that actually, I.. I love you. Yes, I love you and I’m sorry that I lied to you. I can’t deny that I’ve been a fan of yours for a long time, but I promise that my feelings for you are real!”

The sheer amount of passion in his voice pleasantly shocks you. You’ve never had anyone speak to you with that amount of love.

“San, I—”

Before you can even start your sentence, he’s clinging to your waist, hugging you like this is the last time he’ll ever see you.

“You don’t have to say that you love me back, I understand, I promise but I— I just needed you to know how much you mean to me.” He breathes out.

You laugh at his words, quickly rubbing his shoulders. You feel them tense up at your reaction.

“If you had let me finish, you could’ve saved yourself that whole monologue.”

He pulls away to give you a confused look. You continue to hold him close.

“I feel the same way, San—"

Once again he cuts you off, this time by placing his lips on yours.

The action catches you off guard, but you’re quick to return the affection. It’s as if San tries to put all his emotions for you into the kiss. His warm hands find their way under your shirt while your own hands cling to the fabric of sleeves.

He chases your lips when you part from him as air runs out, much to both your dismay.

You smile each other, love writing in both of your looks.

“You sure have a thing for cutting me off, huh?”

He laughs shyly. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t say anything. Eyeing the toy on the ground, you bend down to retrieve the stuffed animal you had dropped in your passionate exchange.

San whines at the momentary loss of contact.

“Here you go.” You hand it to him, returning to your position.

He stares at the cat plushie in his hands before breaking out into a big smile.

“I’m gonna name it Yn Junior.” He smirks, and you have to fight the urge to facepalm. You might shoot him a disappointed look, but you both know that you don’t mean it.

San might cut you off and name a cat doll after you but all those traits make him.. well, him— the milky way you’ve been searching for.

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[adri2-brgr]

The Altamont Festival : the day the hippie era died

Hey everyone, I hope you're all doing well despite all of the exams. For this week's post, I wanted to share a story I recently came across : the Altamont Free Concert (or Altamont Festival).

So, what exactly was the Altamont Free Concert ?

It was a festival originally created by the Rolling Stones in 1969. Their goal was for it to rival the Woodstock festival, which was already hailed as one of the greatest and most important rock festivals of the time. The particularity of the Altamont Free Concert was that, well, it was free (shocking I know). This was done in order to respond to the critics about their albums being overpriced.

As you can see on the poster, some rather big names were scheduled to play : Santana, the Grateful Dead, CSN&Y and of course the main event, the Rolling Stones themselves, to name a few. This impressive lineup seemed to prove quite promising, as around 300.000 people were reported to have attended the concert. The problem, however, came from the security of the event. The people to ensure that the festival went along without any hiccups hired weren't trained staff, far from it, as security was assured by non other that the infamous Hell's Angels.

The Hell's Angels were (and still are) a gang of bikers that were reputed for their violent tendencies. Second indicator of the mayhem to come, they weren't paid with money but with free beer. Now, I'll give you some time to think about why giving a role of authority to a gang of drunk bikers known for being really short tempered people who aren't afraid to pick a fight with anyone. If you figured that it was the perfect recipe for a disaster, then congratulations for having more foresight than the organisators of Altamont.

As it was to be expected, while the festival seemed to begin just fine, after Santana's performance things seemed to go downhill very quickly. The crowd began to become more and more riled up, and the increasingly drunk Hell's Angels did nothing to quell their excitation, being all too eager to beat people up. Cars were stolen, drugs were taken and fights broke out left and right with the performers and organisers being none the wiser. Tragedy struck during the Rolling Stones' performance, as during their third song a man by the name of Meredith Hunter was stabbed to death by one of the bikers.

Moreover, three more deaths are to note : two people were run over in their sleeping bags by a driver under the infuence of various drugs and a man drowned in a nearby canal.

Even today, this festival holds a lot of infamy for being one of the prime exemples of an event going completely haywire. It is considered by many as the final nail in the coffin of the hippie ''peace and love'' era.

For the sake of brevity I omitted a lot of details, but if you're interested two documentaries exist about this particular event, one from 1970 (''Gimme Shelter'') and a more recent one, who came out around 2020 (''Days of Rage: the Rolling Stones' Road to Altamont'').

[kid-blinks-eyepatch]

Jomike 

why Jojo was raised by nuns👨‍👩‍👦🚫

-Mike-

Jojo had gone to say hi to the nuns after selling. He’d given me a quick hug (and a discreet kiss) and bounced off to go talk to them. He’d been in a really good mood when he left so i wasn’t expecting him to be crying when he came back. 

Bur he was. He was practically sobbing by the time he buried his face into my pillow. 

I tentatively rubbed his back 

“Joey? are you okay?” I asked, not sure what to do. Id only ever seen him cry when he was extremely overtired or scared. He shook his head and i kissed his hair

“csn you tell me?” I murmured. He inhaled shakily

“th-they- didn’t-“ He managed between sobs “what did i do?” he said, his voice rising in volume and pitch.

“honey- oh honeys-“ I said, pulling him up and into my lap. He made a very distressed sound and hid his face in my chest, still sobbing. I slipped my hand under his shirt and rubbed his back gently. He was shaking like a leaf as he sobbed into me. I squeezed him

“Joey, honey, baby, what’s wrong mahal ko? (my love)” I said, kissing his hair. He sniffed and peeked up at me,tears staining his adorable face. I kissed his hair lightly, nuzzling it. He always had very soft hair. He was sobbing still

“Joey what’s wrong?” I tried again. He. Wiped off his face (unsuccessfully) with the heel so his hand, sniffling

“i-I wa-was t-talkin t-to the n-nuns-“ he managed to say shakily, still crying. I nodded, kissing his forehead gently 

“A-an’ they’s t-telling m-me-“ he said, sounding more and more choked up “th- tha’ t-th-the reason theys had me-“ he choked out, shaking more violently now. I winced internally, kissing his forehead. I thought I knew where this was going. I’d always had a suspicion it was why Jojo was raised by the nuns.

“Th-they-“ Jojo choked out “m-my par-parents-“ he whimpered loudly and buried his face in my chest “they didn’t want me!” He sobbed, clinging tightly to my chest. I squeezed him, still rubbing his back

“Hey, hey, mahal ko? (my love)” i murmured in his ear “just breathe, in and out, okay baby?” He tried, inhaling shakily. His exhale just turned into another sob. Oh god i hated seeing him cry.

“Wh-why didn’t they want me Mike?” jojo sobbed, still clinging to me, I released him momentarily to pull a blanket around him. He pulled the blanket around himself tightly,still sobbing as he kept his face buried into me.

“Maybe they couldn’t take care of you” I murmured, rubbing his back “and they didn’t want you to starve so they gave you to the nuns so you’d have a much better chance of surviving?” I murmured, Mainly trying to get him to calm down. 

I don’t even think he heard me. He sobbed into my chest

“M-Mikey wha-what did I d-do?” He cried, shaking “why didn’t they want m-me?” He whimpered, squeezing me. I gathered all of my small, shaking, sobbing, blanket-wrapped boyfriend into my arms and pried him off me. He looked at me with a betrayed looke in his eyes. i kissed his nose

“Joey, Sinta (cherished one) you didn’t do anything” I said to him, onw hand on either if his cheeks, making him look at me through his tears. He opened his mouth to protest and I cut him off with a kiss

“Just listen for a moment, okay? I’m not trying to shut you up I promise, you have a right to be upset” I said, kissing his forehead “but maybe they couldn’t take care of you? and they didn’t want you to starve so they gave you to the nuns so you’d have a much better chance of surviving?” I tried, kissing his forehead. He shrugged, sniffling as he cried. He was a bit calmer now. I smiled, wiping off his tearstained cheeks

“S still a shitty thing to do” he mumbled, looking down at his lap. I nodded, kissing him

“I know it is Joey” I said, kissing him. I winced at the thought of how i would’ve given anything as a younger kid to have been raised by the church. I mean I knew they weren’t the best but helll it would’ve been better then my mom. I figured it wouldn’t be a good thing to say to him right now though, so I wrapped him in a blanket and held him against my chest as he cried himself out. I gently pet his hair as I whispered sweet names to him

 “Joey, Sinta (cherished one), Baby, Irog (sweetheart), it’s okay you didn’t do anything” I said, kissing his temple. He looked up at me, he’d almost completely stopped crying now.

“you promise?” He said, giving me doe eyes. I nodded.

“Yes Giliw (my joy/happiness), you didn’t do anything” I murmured to him, kissing his nose gently. He gave me a small, shaky smile. I grinned at him, hugging him tightly against my chest

“Its okay baby, I know it sucks and I know you’re upset,” I said softly to him, rubbing his back “but it’s okay,” I said, kissing him gently. HE nodded shakily

“O-Okay-”

 “BEsides, they missed out on an amazing son” I said, kissing his lips softly. He shrugged and kissed my chest lightly as he rested his head on it.

“They did! JOey you’re fucking amazing!” I said, squeezing him tightly “You’re cute and handsome and sweet and nice and adorable and *diyos* (god) you’re perfect, Joey.” I said, kissing him all over “And I don’t know why they left you with the nuns, but they missed out big-time. They missed out on my boyfriend who is an amazing guy, I mean just look at him he’s perfect! *diyos* (god) I love him so much. I know you dont think it right now but *diyos* (god) he’s *amazing!* ” He peeked up at me, he looked like he was gonna cry

“You promise?” HE said. I nodded

“Yes I promise!” I said happily, kissing him. I felt a bit of wetness in his eyes as i kissed him “hey, hey, dont cry Giliw (my joy/happiness), its okay,its okay!” I said, kissing him. He nodded

“S- s happy cryin” HE said, clinging to me happily. I grinned down at him, ruffling his hair. He let out an indignant squeak, huffing dramatically. I giggled and kissed him again

“I love you mahal ko (my love)” I said, ruffling his hair more. He squeaked again and buried his face into me

“I love you too amor” He said, his voice muffled against my chest “and thank you” He added, peeking up to kiss my freckle. I felt myself flush red and hit my face in his neck. He giggled and squealed happily as I covered his face in kisses. He giggled as he cuddled into me, kissing my lips. I grinned down at him

“Better?” “Much” HE said happily

“Good” I hummed, kissing his lips “I love you Irog (sweetheart)” I ruffled his hair and kissed his face. 

“I love you too MIkey!” He squealed happily, snuggling into me.

[rosasstrangemelody]

uhm hello 🙂‍↕️

im fellow magnifico defender and ive been having a blast reading your blog!! your artworks are (wait for it) magnificent and your posts and reblogs always hit the mark for me 🤲🏻

so, if its not too much trouble, csn i ask what are your fav headcanons for Magnie? and if you ship him with someone, who would that be?

Hi! 👋🏼 I'm glad that someone else found some peace in my corner! Your caring really cheers me up!

Thanks for asking, I'd really love to share some headcanons about our cinnamon roll (I really like this nickname for him, it sounds delicious and creamy!)

So, where do I start...? Ah-ha!

I will start with the first one:

✧• His Zodiac. According to the behaviors I saw from him (and the similarities that exist between me and him), he has the zodiac of Aries (same about Melody) and his birthday is around the beginning of April (you consider the tenth) BUT, but his horoscope is Leo, what most of you guessed and it really reflects his personality. He has the awe and power of a lion.

✧• His originality. Magnifico is a kind of hybrid. His mother, Rosa, is Spanish, and his father, Arnold, is of Scandinavian origin (almost Norworigin). The fiery spirit—and the Viking in him—is just like his father's, as well as their appearance. While his mother is calmer, more compact (but she can also be more fiery than them!) And his father used to tell him stories about his ancestors and was very proud of his origins.

✧• This one is a bit trivial but I like it. His hair is actually a bit wavy-curly, just like his mother's. But because he uses a lot of magical softening solutions, its material has become smoother and silkier.

✧• Another trivial but obvious thing, he is a cat person. Even some of his behaviors are like one (and maybe because he can turn into a cat lately- thanks to Melody)

✧• Maybe someone else mentioned this one before, but I also like it and keep it in my favorites. He is a foodie guy with high metabolism, and he has a sweet tooth– It should be noted that caffeine and sweets do not have such a positive effect on him.

✧• While he has a slightly stubborn, arbitrary and defiant personality towards anyone who doesn't know him properly (which is due to his traumas in my opinion), he lets his guard down in front of the person/people who understand him well and sympathize with him. He opens the gates of his heart to that person in hopes of understanding his decisions and intentions more, but well, most of the time he just gets stabbed right in the heart because they get a wrong impression of him. That's why he is more careful and withdrawn than ever.

✧• What all of Magnifico's defenders and even others know now is that he has PDSD. It's not something new, but it's VERY IMPORTANT because it's a basic foundation in his personality and some special behaviors, that's why he is paranoid and cautious in making decisions. I thought he might have OCD, but I found these symptoms mostly in Melody (as well as DID for her)

✧• I think this big guy knows a little bit of ballet (I mean, look at his shoes and the bandages wrapped around his legs, aren't they familiar?) And this seems to have been taught to him by Amaya (because the ballet dancer at the beginning of the movie is Amaya) and it makes sense if we put these together. So I come to the conclusion that he has a very flexible body ✧.*

✧• In addition to the dignity and awe of a king with iron fists, he behaves more like a quirky princess in his solitude. He acts a bit dramatic and sings to himself songs with irrelevant rhymes– especially if he wants to vent his feelings (he is not a professional musician, so you should not expect a masterpiece from him)

✧• He's still a little kid who has a replica of his own kingdom and plays with his wooden citizens, but only when no one is around. This human is very fond of glittery things, you can find some in his clothes and cape.

I think that's enough for now because the rest will be written in my story - I don't want to spoil his whole character here.

And about shipping him with someone.. Yes, I ship him with my OC, Melody. (Maybe they have a ship name like Magnelody or something, It's easy and fluent to say it.)

Although, I know some people's interest was slightly dampened when I decided that Melody was no longer Magnifico's daughter and I completely changed the story when I started writing it, because I already had another story with a character with the same name and character, then I decided to link them together. The cups were swapped at the last moment!

There are also headcanons for both of them together, if you want, I can tell it in a separate post.

[seodami]

Attention | CSN

Genre: fluff, a bit suggestive

Warning: Sans crazy duality

Pairing: idol!Choi San x flustered reader (gn)

Note: Choi San has literally put me in a spell and I don’t know how- I saw his cyberpunk stage and the video below and I just hdhdudbdldidjk … yes. This is we’re this story was born so enjoy and a good recommendation would be to listen to Collide by Justine Skye and Tyga!

„Y/nnn…“ San almost whined out your name, his body loosely sprawled over you, head in your lap, as you were sitting in his bed while reading an important book for your exam next week. You thought coming over to Sans would help you to finally get yourself together and read this book, you had pushed to the back of your mind for the whole last month. However, you didn’t calculate your boyfriends neediness and requirement of 100% of your attention.

„Play with me? Or just talk? We could also order something and watch a movie, I-„ your eyes momentarily left your page with a sigh, meeting his big shiny ones. God, it was hard staying focused when he looked at you like that - like you were his whole universe. Your hand found Sans soft cheek, patting it with care. You sent him an apologetic look. „Baby, you know I can’t do that right know, no matter how much I want to. It’s only half the book left and then we can do something.“ you tried to argue, eyes staying a little longer than they should, tracing his godshapen face. The pout on his lips really pulling on your fragile heart strings.

„Don’t give me that look, San.“ you sighed once again, finally tearing your eyes away to continue reading. „Is the book that much more interesting than me?“ he murmured, head moving more upward in your lap in order to get into your field of view. You demonstrantly put your book over Sans beautiful face, even though it is the hardest thing ever.

When you feel his fingers trailing it’s way under your shirt on your back, you tried to ignore it. Yet, you had to reread the same line for almost the 10th time to understand it. God, he always did that to get your attention, why did you think in the first place that you could read around this devilish boy?

However, when he started placing small kisses on your belly, you strongly shut the book with a loud noice, giving San a warning look. The boy flinched slightly at the sound, looking up with innocent eyes. Even though guilt bubbled up inside you, you couldn’t dodge your morals and ideals. „San…“ you whispered sternly now, making him pull away with a disappointed sigh. He didn’t look at you, when he got up from the bed muttering a quite ‚I’ll see what’s in the fridge‘.

You stared at the shut door for a few more seconds, almost regretting being so harsh on him. You knew all he wanted was to be together in your shared time, using your shared scarce time to its fullest. But this was important to you. You couldn’t fail this exam, you just couldn’t. So with heavy heart, you continued reading, still not quite 100% with your mind on the matter.

You didn’t know how long you were reading alone in Sans dimmed bedroom or how many times you switched positions to get more comfortable. But when you heard Wooyoungs hysteric highpitched laugh from somewhere in the flat, you got reminded of where exactly you were again. You already missed having your boyfriends presence around you, having his face nuzzled on your tummy, smelling his freshly shampooed hair.

A while later, you heard the quiet squeaking of the door, light peaking in from the hallway. You were too lazy to move as you just had a few more chapters to read, being sprawled on your tummy flat across the sheets. „Sanie…“ you mumbled exhausted, discarding the book opened on the nightstand. You heard his soft voice hum in response, closing your eyes momentarily for a rest. „Can you give me a massage? I’m dying!“ you whined overdramatically, waiting for his touch.

He hummed again, coming over to you, bed dipping down besides you. When he started massaging your back, you sighed in relief, totally relaxing in his touch. However, when he started massaging your shoulders, you were confused by the sensation. It felt as if he was hearing gloves. „Are you wearing gloves?“ you rotated your head slightly to get a better look at the boy above you.

And what you saw let your breath hitch, feeling your heart suddenly palpitate in a rapid manner. God he looked sexy. „W-what are you wearing?!“ your eyes roamed his bare arms over to his black cropped sleeveless top together with a leather harness. You immediately recognised the outfit to be his infamous stage outfit of cyberpunk. And you couldn’t deny the uncountable numbers of fancam you watched of his stage. This man made you literally forget how to speak.

The apparent smirk on his face told you he was enjoying this situation way too much. You flipped over, sitting slightly up to get a better look at your godlike boyfriend. Your mouth opened again, not quite trusting the random chain of words coming out of it. However he send you a dangerous look, putting his index finger teasingly to his lips, signifying for you to be quiet, immediately shutting you up. A pleased smile adorned his lips, making him look a thousand times more sexy.

You knew about his duality all too well by know. His cute adorable self most of the time being exchanged with this breathtaking version of him while performing had always been astonishing to you. But seeing him like this in private and this close up, in these clothes…your heart has proven not to be immune to his charms.

„Well look who’s quiet now…“ he teased you, standing up from his position, stretching his arms over his body. You were sweating way too hard, shamelessly staring even though you knew exactly he was reading you. When his dark eyes met yours, you pretended to look in any other direction, blushing hard. You could feel your cheeks burn when you fumbled with the book besides you, holding it in front of you to hide your embarrassingly red face.

You heard him chuckle deeply, throwing his head back in the process, hand reaching for the book to put it aside once again. You just let him do as he did. „Is my baby blushing?“ he cooed, finger underneath your chin, making eye contact with you.

„You’re so cute.“ he pressed a feathery lingering kiss on your temple. When your hands reached forward to pull him in closer, just wanting to hold him, kiss him, he dodged your grasp, smiling in the process as he tutted disapprovingly with his finger. „No y/n you need to stay focused and keep reading.“ he almost giggled, you could see it. Now it was your turn to pout. „But Sanie-“ you started but quickly got silenced by his intense stare, eyebrow quirking up.

God he was a little devil, he really was, but he was also the most gorgeous man alive. „So now I got your attention, mh?“ he tried to hide his grin. Your pout grew bigger, big sad eyes looking up at him, hands reaching out towards him. „Please?“ you whispered, desperate to have him in your arms. His facade began to crumble the moment your eyes began to glisten. Oh, he was so wrapped around your finger in the end.

With a few steps he closed the distance and let you pull him into a tight embrace, arms clasped around his chest. „You will be the literal death of me y/n.“ he mused, discarding his glove to stroke through your hair and over your cheeks, pressing a row of small kisses onto them. You slowly tried to steady your frantic heartbeat, hands grasping his bare upper arm, drawing small mindless shapes along.

„I’m sorry for earlier. I know I was too snappy.“ you mumbled into his neck, goosebumps running over Sans back when you pressed a small kiss on the spot. „It’s okay. I got my revenge now.“ he giggled, looking at your face for a moment with a content expression. Your eyes fell on his lips, letting him immediately know your next step. Still having fun teasing you, he quickly pulled away as your lips came closer to his. The confused look in your eyes made him giggle once again, mumbling a ‚just kidding‘, before pressing his plump lips onto yours.

„You know, you should wear that more often…“ you muttered absent minded while you snuggled closer into his chest, cuddling under the blanket later that evening. „Makes you look very sexy…“ you admitted way too fast. He chuckled at your comment, kissing your head, arms tightly around your frame. „Noted.“

[anonymous-kotlc-thoughts]

I’ll be honest here guys (this is quite embarrassing but, you know).

When I was like fourteen and I think Legacy had just come out, but I was OBSESSED with BTS at the time. (To a semi unhealthy degree). While reading the book Shannon mentioned a post of a boy band on Amy Fosters wall that Sophie had never heard of before. I am assuming she was meaning to imply this was one direction. But you know. I’m insane. So I researched deeply into the KOTLC Time line and lined up all the events. Anyways Sophie left in 2012 which was a YEAR after one direction released their first album. Now 1D wasn’t at the height of their fame; snd Sophie was a socially awkward tween BUT I’m TELLING YOU GUYS. THEY WERE EVERYWHERE . Literally inescapable part of the western world, especially I would say in America where literally everyone fawned over UK accents. Uh anyways. From this thesis I figured that Sophie just could not have not know 1D. And I bet you right now they were on her iPod music playlist. Anyways I concluded that the boyband poster was BTS. Also one of my favourite songs from them at the time is called black swan. I had an animatic planned to it.

Now is where the ask SHOULD stop. Because, well… the rest is quite embarrassing but I think it’s funny.

With the collision of these two interests of mind some insane washed over me and I decided I had to write a fanfiction. It was about Amy Foster joining the neverseen around the same time as Tam and Glimmer were around and it had an ungodly amount of BTS references and fandom jokes that I think were there purely to make me giggle. I was having QUITE the time you see and I posted maybe four chapters to Ao3? It was a complete cringefest. But I enjoyed it and that’s all that mattered at the time !! (I still kinda live by that statement). Anyways I didn’t expect for it to be exactly a hit but I got a couple of hits and like maybe 2 Kudos. I was like cool, people are enjoying this. That’s great! Anyways I got a comment on the fic. It was something along the lines of “Imao what is this.”.

And dude.

Look I’m not THAT great at reading text but that broke me. I gave up writing the fic and pulled it from the platform. Suffice to say my tolerance for criticism wasn’t that good- but I’m proud to say I have really built up that cringe but free mindset lately and every year I grow stronger. Anyways to anyone who’s ever written a fic or done something that they found fun and joyful and whimsy and someone else was being a little hater (even if they didn’t mean it) I see you, I feel you and I hope you are able to find a happier space where you csn be cringe and free !!! 💜

.

[qiangweirosa]

late nights

" Artem receives an uncharacteristic text from Vyn on a late night. Feelings ensue.

or, vyntem drunken confessions fic i guess "

relationships: artem/vyn, background marius/luke/rosa, rosa & artem tws: alcohol, some angst wc: 4009 extra: my longest fic to date! + not beta'd, please ignore any inconsistencies

read on ao3!

Artem should have been in bed by now. He had been working late, and perhaps if he hadn’t, this never would’ve happened. 

Or maybe it would have either way. He knew Vyn’s messages had a way to catch his attention no matter what the time was. 

Either way, when his phone vibrated and lit up with a notification, Artem absentmindedly glanced at it. He told himself he’d check it out later, until it chimed again with more notifications. 

His eyebrow raised. Why was Vyn messaging him so late?

A quick raise of his eyes informed him that it was past two in the morning. He frowned. Was Vyn in some sort of trouble? Why else would he message the senior attorney at all, and especially this late?

He grabbed his phone and opened the messaging app. Artem was greeted with several messages, lacking Vyn’s usual formal and precise typing. Instead, his texts were littered with typos, improper punctuation, and contents that made Artem’s eyes widen. 

And his heart beat faster, although he’d never admit it.

From Vyn, 2:03am: Artem

From Vyn, 2:03am: Artem…

From Vyn, 2:04am: Yuore so incredibly annoynig, yoy know

From Vyn, 2:04am: Uts so ynfair 

From Vyn, 2:05am: How csn you be si handsome yet so annoying

…

From Artem, 2:06am: …Are you drunk, Vyn?

Artem stared at his phone in disbelief. Vyn wasn’t the type to get drunk ever, or to even drink alcohol, if he didn’t need to. Let alone to message Artem saying such… things. 

He didn’t notice he had been in a daze until his phone chimed again with a new message. 

From Vyn, 2:06am: Im not durnk

Right. Of course. 

From Artem, 2:07am: Go to bed, Vyn. It’s late anyway. 

The response was almost immediate. 

From Vyn, 2:07am: No

From Vyn, 2:07am: Youre not here

Artem ignored the way his face heated up as he read the message. 

He let out a sigh as he shook his head. Perhaps if he tried long enough, he would manage to convince Vyn to go to sleep. 

From Artem, 2:08am: We have a meeting tomorrow anyway, we’ll see each other then. 

From Artem, 2:08am: Just go to sleep. 

Once again, the response was almost instantaneous (was Vyn actively waiting for them?).

From Vyn, 2:08am: In ttoo long 

Another sigh left Artem’s lips. Why was he so stubborn? Vyn had always been stubborn, but it had been working the bounds of reason, and he never went too far in his stubbornness. So why now?

Sometime during his thinking, Artem had closed his work computer and folders, and gotten up. At least he was still relatively dressed; he grabbed his keys and headed outside.

He had forgotten he had left Vyn on seen until his phone chimed again as he walked to his building’s parking. 

From Vyn, 2:11am: Artem

He stopped in his tracks momentarily to respond. 

From Artem, 2:11am: Yes?

…

No response. 

He shrugged and shoved his phone inside his pocket, walking - albeit a bit faster, no, not out of concern or anything, of course not - to his car and getting into the driver seat. 

He saw his phone light up a few times from its place on the center console, but Artem was a responsible man, he didn’t use his phone at all when driving. He was going to see Vyn anyway; there shouldn’t be any harm in checking once he’d arrived. 

Artem drove as fast as the speed limit allowed, not wanting to arrive too late in case Vyn had gotten injured or worse. 

A little voice in the back of his mind also wishes to see him as soon as possible. 

Soon enough, Artem could see Vyn’s house appear and get closer. He parked in his usual spot in the street, right next to the entrance (Marius and Luke both had complained about having to park further from the house - Artem had told them to simply arrive earlier.).

Once he was right in front of the door, Artem pulled his phone out to text Vyn to open the door. He still tried to open the door first; unsurprisingly, the door was locked. Vyn may have been acting weird, but he wasn’t one to compromise his oh so important safety and privacy. 

He was greeted with several messages he hadn’t yet seen, as he had been driving when Vyn sent them. 

From Vyn, 2:14am: Are you askeep

From Vyn, 2:14am: You probabbly are 

From Vyn, 2:15am: I hate you somych

From Vyn, 2:15am: Artem

From Vyn, 2:15am: Even justy our name infuruiates me

From Vyn, 2:16am: Such  a perfect name

From Vyn, 2:16am: For osmoene like you

From Vyn, 2:16am: I gues sit kinda fits

A sigh left Artem’s lips. He really needed to get Vyn to bed, lest the Svartian man say something he’d most definitely regret tomorrow.

He would probably regret what he already said, but still. Artem wanted to do some damage control.

From Artem, 2:17am: Can you come open the door?

His message was left on seen, and a few minutes later he heard the door being unlocked. Artem’s eyes widened as he saw Vyn behind the doorway, his heartbeat unwillingly accelerating at the sight. Vyn was wearing one of his night robes, loosely tied around his waist. One of the sleeves was sliding off from his shoulder, revealing not only the aforementioned shoulder, but also his collarbones and his oh so alluring chest- Artem snapped his eyes back up. However, that didn’t help his case; somehow, the sight of Vyn’s face made his heart beat even faster. His hair was uncharacteristically messy and tangled, his face was flushed a light red color, coloring his cheeks in a way that Artem found probably more attractive than he should. Vyn’s eyes were glazed over, his glasses were crooked, and he leaned on the door for support.

After a murmur of his name from Vyn, Artem realized he’d been staring, and stepped inside after clearing his throat. He made sure the door was locked, before taking one of Vyn’s arms and wrapping it around his shoulder. His own arm wrapped around Vyn’s waist, supporting the pale man up. Vyn immediately leant into Artem, putting his weight on him and letting himself be led.

Thankfully, Artem already knew the way to Vyn’s room - after all, the NXX team had met up here every so often for meetings, and Vyn’s house was as organized as he was -, so the walk there wasn’t that long. 

Although a part of him deep inside his heart did wish it was longer, when he finally let go of Vyn’s waist and had him sit in his bed.

Vyn held onto Artem still, his grip strong despite his intoxicated state. Artem tugged his arm away a few times, to no avail as Vyn still wouldn’t let go. 

He eventually gave in with a sigh, and proceeded to help Vyn get under the covers to the best of his ability. Once that was done, Artem spoke up in a hushed tone, not wanting to disturb the silence that had settled between them. 

“I’m going to bring you a cup of water.”

Only then did Vyn, although reluctantly, let go of Artem’s sleeve, allowing the senior attorney to walk to the kitchen and fill a cup with water to bring it to him. 

When Artem walked back into the room, he saw Vyn staring intensely at the door through half lidded eyes, his gaze lighting up as soon as Artem walked into the room. 

Artem found it odd. Vyn usually had such a strong hold on his emotions, he never let anything past his facade that he didn’t want others to see. And he had a feeling Vyn definitely wouldn’t have wanted him to see this. 

Nonetheless, he walked back to the bed and sat next to Vyn, placing the glass on his bedside table to help the pale man sit up comfortably. He then held the glass to Vyn’s mouth and helped him drink it, and Artem had to consciously stop himself from becoming all but too aware of Vyn’s soft-looking lips so close to his hand. 

Some of the water dripped down Vyn’s chin, prompting Artem to take one of the tissues on the bedside table and wipe it. He placed the now empty glass back down and gently wiped the water on Vyn’s chin, neck, and he paused at his collarbone, wondering if he should keep going. 

His face felt hot as he quickly wiped the few water drops on Vyn’s chest, soon looking away and clearing his throat to clear some of the embarrassment. 

“Alright… You should get some sleep now. I’ll get going then.”

Artem moved to stand up and leave, only to be stopped by his wrist being held. He turned his face to look at Vyn, his eyes slightly wider in surprise. 

Vyn stared at him with such longing in his eyes that Artem couldn’t help but blush, his mouth parted to whisper:

“Can’t you stay?”

——

Artem had been lucky to have a day off the following day. 

His eyes fluttered open later than he usually woke up at; it must’ve been around 9 in the morning. 

And yet, at such an early hour of the morning, he felt as if he’d been attacked by the view in front of him: Vyn was laying on Artem’s chest, his arms resting a bit higher. His eyes were shut, showing off even further his long lashes, and god Artem could’ve sworn that he looked just angelic. 

Artem couldn’t move. His heart was beating unnaturally fast, and he didn’t want to wake up Vyn either way. 

(God knows that waking up Vyn earlier than he’d like could result in terrible consequences. 

And Artem didn’t exactly want this moment to end.)

He closed his eyes again. It couldn’t hurt to get some more sleep, he supposed. 

He stirred awake again two hours later, when Vyn himself woke up. He stretched and blinked at Artem a few times, still evidently processing the situation through his hungover and sleep clouded mind. 

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, glaring at Artem. 

“What are you doing here?”

His words were spoken slowly, the anger behind them quite obvious. 

“You didn’t let me go home.”

Vyn’s eyes widened, and he looked down at his position, straddling Artem’s waist. He quickly moved off, sitting on the bed and allowing Artem to sit up. 

“What are you even talking about?”

Artem stayed quiet a few moments, trying to figure out how to answer. Seems Vyn didn’t remember what happened last night. How was he even supposed to recount that?

“You messaged me while you were inebriated. You wouldn’t go to sleep, so I came here to do that. And then you asked me to stay.”

“And you did?” 

“Am I not here right now?”

Vyn sighed, his hand coming to pinch the bridge of his nose. 

“Whatever… Just go. Get out of my house.”

Artem moved out of the bed, stretching his limbs as he did so. He could feel Vyn’s glare on his back as he moved, quickly getting out of the house. Once he was in his car, he noticed how disheveled he looked. Grabbing his phone to check the time, he also noticed he wouldn’t have the time to go back to his apartment and change, then come back for the meeting. With a sigh, Artem settled on just waiting in his car, and trying to fix his appearance as much as he could. 

Vyn grasped his head and walked to the medicine cabinet in the kitchen. 

“God, I have such a headache…”

——

It had been about three weeks since Artem half willingly spent the night at Vyn’s house. 

He wished he could say it hadn’t been that important, but unfortunately it plagued his mind ever since. 

He still remembered Marius’ comment that same day, wondering why Artem looked so unusually disheveled, and even making a joke about him having had “fun activities before coming here”. Needless to say, Artem couldn’t wait for that meeting to finish. 

But every night since, Artem would glance at his phone, and some part of him wished that Vyn would message him like he did that day. Of course, it hadn’t happened yet, which maybe was for the best, and-

“What’s up with you recently?”

Artem was brought out of his daze by Rosa’s voice, his work partner placing the documents in her arms on his desk. He blinked at her. 

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been spacing out a lot, and you always seem to have something on your mind?” She paused. “Did something happen?”

Artem sighed in thought. Perhaps it would be a good idea to tell someone about it? Besides, Rosa was relatively trustworthy - relatively, because she was dating Luke and Marius, who definitely weren’t -, and she probably would give good advice. 

“It’s.. a bit of a long story. Something happened between Vyn and I, and it's been on my mind ever since.” 

He could see her stifle back a laugh at his words, before she coughed and recomposed herself. She took a seat next to Artem on his office couch, nodding to prompt him to continue. 

And so he told her what happened - omitting, of course, the strange feelings seeing Vyn like that caused in him. 

Rosa seemed deep in thought as he finished recounting the events of that night. 

“Have you considered that Vyn likes you?”

“…What?”

His eyes widened as he looked at her in disbelief. She gave a laugh at his reaction, before elaborating. 

“I mean, I’d say those messages are pretty telling by themselves, but considering the way he acted too? That seems like the only logical option to me.”

Artem stared at her in silence, before shaking his head no. 

“No. There’s no way. It’s Vyn we’re talking about, Rosa.”

She raised her eyebrow and sighed. 

“If you don’t believe me, so be it. But that’s the only explanation I see.”

She shrugged. The two of them soon went back to their work, the previous conversation topic forgotten. 

Once they were done and ready to head out, Artem turned to ask her. 

“Should I come pick you up for tonight?”

Rosa gave a bright grin as she answered. 

“No, there’s no need. Marius is picking Luke and I up, so you only need to drive Vyn.”

He nodded, and they went their separate ways. Him and Rosa had been invited on behalf of Themis Law Firm to a formal event, and the other members of the NXX ended up revealing their own invitations afterwards (how did this keep happening?). So they would all be meeting up at the event. 

Artem headed to the underground parking and got into his car. He first drove to his apartment to get dressed and fix his hair to look more appropriate for an event. One side of his hair was pinned back, and he put on one of his better quality suits. 

Once he was dressed, he headed back to his car and typed a quick message to let Vyn know he would be on his way, before turning the car on and starting to drive towards the Svartian’s house. 

He couldn’t help the way his face flushed as he came closer to the house, memories of that night flooding his brain again. He shook his head to try and stop thinking about them. 

Thankfully, Vyn was standing on the porch of his house, immediately walking up to Artem’s car as it stopped and getting in the passenger seat. He didn’t seem to enjoy having to be driven by Artem, but he had to go along with it either way. 

The drive to the venue was mostly quiet, only a few words shared between the two men. They went their separate ways almost immediately after arriving. 

Artem found Rosa, Luke and Marius soon enough, and after a short time spent with them as well, it seemed he would spend the majority of the evening on his own. He didn’t necessarily mind, and either way, guests soon started coming up to him themselves. 

He spent the evening exchanging with people who wanted connections with Themis Law Firm, and specifically with this one woman who seemed to follow him around, from how many times they’d bumped into each other. 

She was... very touchy with him. More than he liked. He had told her to stop touching him quite a few times, yet she kept doing it, which was slowly getting on his nerves, if he were to be honest. 

Artem didn’t see Vyn at all the entire night, almost as if Vyn was avoiding him. It saddened him, for some reason. 

The woman was still standing near him, rambling off about whatever. Artem usually tried to pay attention to whatever was being told to him, but this woman had been talking to him for so long, he had stopped listening a while ago. He just hoped for this event to come to an end soon. 

After what felt like an eternity, Rosa walked up to him, followed by the other men of the team, to tell him they would be taking their leave. He bid farewell to the woman, and left the venue as quickly as possible. 

Once they were out and ready to go their separate ways, he noticed the way Vyn was holding onto Luke to stand. Marius sent him a quip, but he didn’t listen, his gaze trained on Vyn. 

They had a short talk before Vyn started holding onto Artem and they walked to his car, waving goodbye to the other three. 

Vyn was stumbling, his face was flushed and most of all, he smelled of alcohol; it didn’t take a genius to figure out Vyn had drunk quite a large amount of alcohol. 

Artem sighed as he helped Vyn get into the passenger seat again. If the ride to the venue was quiet, the ride back was even quieter. Vyn seemed upset, or rather angry, and kept glaring at Artem. Although he was focusing on the road, Artem kept sending concerned glances at Vyn. 

Perhaps not only concerned, as Vyn did look even more beautiful than usual. Not that Artem typically thought about his beauty, of course. It was simply an objective fact. Obviously. 

As Artem drove into Vyn’s neighborhood, he noticed the man beside him shift ever so slightly, most likely only moving to be more comfortable. He parked into his usual spot, getting out of the car and circling around it to open the passenger door. 

Vyn stumbled out of the car, Artem rushing to hold him up. He wrapped an arm around his waist, and reached to place Vyn’s arm around his own shoulders. 

His touch felt burning. But Artem couldn’t deny how much he had craved it. 

They stumbled together to the door, Artem muttering an apology before reaching into Vyn’s pockets to grab the keys to the house. He had seen before Vyn open the front door, so he had a subtle idea of which key was the one. Once he had opened the door, he walked inside, Vyn still clinging onto him. 

He made sure to first place Vyn onto the closest couch, taking care to lay him down comfortably, before walking back to the front door and closing it. As he turned back to face Vyn, he saw the younger man trying to sit up and reach for Artem, incoherent words spilling out of his lips. 

Artem frowned in concern. He made his way to Vyn, checking for his temperature first. It was higher than it should be, especially considering Vyn’s usual cold body temperature, but he blamed it on the alcohol for now. If it kept up, Vyn would surely be able to take care of himself. 

Vyn was… lighter than he had imagined. As Artem carried him in his arms, the Svartian curled into him, his face buried in Artem’s neck and deeply inhaling his scent. Artem’s face was most likely a deep red by now, trying to ignore Vyn’s oddly affectionate touches as he carried him to his room. 

For the second time, Artem made sure that Vyn was in bed, and brought him a glass of water, preparing to leave. 

And for the second time, Vyn asked him to stay. 

And perhaps, when Vyn glared at Artem while laying on his chest, muttering insults at him, Artem couldn’t deny how fast his heart was beating. 

So much so that he found himself barely paying attention to what Vyn was saying, too focused on his face. 

“And I can’t believe you’re so oblivious that you can’t even tell I like you.”

Artem’s heart skipped a beat. 

His eyes widened, and his mouth opened with a gasp. Had he heard him right? No. There was no way. Besides, Vyn was drunk. He wasn’t thinking clearly. 

Still, some part of Artem’s mind wished he was telling the truth. 

“…What??”

“Did you not hear me? I like you, you absolutely exasperating idiot.”

…Vyn was speaking oddly clearly for a drunk man. Artem cleared his throat, looking away. He was sure that his face reflected his flustered state, as much as he tried to cover it. 

This would be a problem for when Vyn wasn’t drunk. 

…

This time, Vyn hadn’t kicked Artem out immediately. He had half-heartedly thanked Artem for taking care of him - in his own way, of course -, and insisted on treating him for breakfast, at the very least. 

Artem was stiff. His mind replayed the events of the last night on loop, not wanting to leave him alone. He tried his best to keep his gaze off Vyn, yet he still found himself staring more than once. Each and every time, he forced himself to look away, a blush creeping up his neck. 

Vyn must have noticed - of course he did, that’s his job -, because he eventually turned back to Artem, glaring at him with an eyebrow raised. 

“What is it?”

A beat passed. They stared at each other, Artem debating whether or not to say it. 

“You confessed to me last night.”

Another beat. Vyn swiveled around quickly, and if Artem looked closely, he could swear there was a touch of red blossoming on the Svartian’s neck. He heard him sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking back at Artem. 

“I hadn’t expected to tell you so soon… Or ever, as a matter of fact.”

Vyn fully turned, his usual gaze shining with only the tiniest bit of vulnerability. Really, Artem couldn’t have noticed it unless he knew what Vyn’s look was like, and-

Oh. 

Oh. 

Perhaps now wasn’t exactly the time to be realizing how much Vyn made his heart flutter, how much he craved and longed for him. Or maybe it was. After all, Vyn was confessing to him. 

“I do have feelings for you. I’m not expecting you to reciprocate, so let’s stop talking about this.”

Vyn was about to turn back around when Artem spoke up. 

“What if… I do reciprocate?”

He froze in his steps. 

“I beg your pardon?”

Artem found himself at a loss for words. How was he to explain what he was feeling to Vyn when he had realized exactly 30 seconds ago and couldn’t understand what he felt anyway?

“I… I’m not entirely sure yet, but I believe I may have… feelings… for you as well.”

His words were slow, and Artem was sure his face was a bright red by now. Vyn scoffed. 

“You believe? Goodness, Artem… What am I going to do with you.”

Despite his words, when Artem snuck a glance at Vyn through his embarrassment, he could see a fond smile on the man’s face. He gave a smile of his own, watching Vyn step closer to him. 

As their lips pressed together, Artem realized that perhaps Rosa had been right. 

[moments-divins]

i can tremener if i sent u an ask but i tui m9yture si cook csn we hpleas ehr igut mect foor ur so hot ilt

i can’t decipher all of this but i think ur so cool and hot also. btw. i’m coming over right now so that we can make out sloppy

[sirgawainofgalifrey]

Full disclosure idk that much about Shattered Glass but I think that a good SG AU of a MagsMegs relationship (either romantic or platonic) would basically be the plot of Les Mis.

SG Megatron seems like he's got that Jean Valjean (tired old man oh whoops I accidentally became a father figure to these eighty random children and if I don't help literally every old woman I see on the side of the street I'm literally the most horrible person alive) energy.

And SG Magnus is basically Javert. (Well, regular Magnus is Basically Javert, but SG Mags seems like he's got the more, There is no such thing as mercy and you filthy peasants decepticons are predisposed towards being filthy criminals and I will personally and happily crack down on you with no restraint the second you take a step out of line, side of Javert.)

Just think:

Megatron escaping prison or the mines or something and starting to become his regular self, but then he meets someone (like the mistress of flame or something idk) and their like, no, you csn still be redeemed (but my fr ie n d, you left so e a r l y!). And he has all of Valjean's Moral Existential Crises while he's in hiding.

And Magnus is like, that damned con, no one escapes my clutches, I'm gonna track him down n o M A T T E R W H A T!

And I really like the idea of them getting along when Megatron is Mssr Madeline under a false identity or something, and Mags being like, you know, he's not that bad actually, Respect.

And then Megs chooses to reveal himself to save someone and goes on the run.

And Magnus looses his shit. And now he's like, that aBSOLUTE BASTARD ILL KILL HIM FOR THIS.

(This I SWEAR BY THE STAAAAAAAARRRRSSSSSS!!!

(I'm totally picturing Phillip Quast as the voice of Mags))

Idk who Cosette or Fantine would be in this scenario. Maybe Cosette would be like, Soundwave.

(I think that might work for SG Soundwave.)

And Starscream would be Marius!

And Eponine would be like, Shockwave, maybe (there's a whole lot of stuff about SkW being secretly in love with SS)

And then eventually the whole Revolution thing happens, though I guess Megs would be the leader of it as well, way more involved than JVJ actually was.

And the Decepticons would be the Les Amis!

And Rumble would be Gavroche!

Oh no

And then Mags goes undercover in the revolution as Minimus, but then he gets caught and EVERYONE wants to kill him but Megs is like, no, I'll do it myself, and then secretly let's him go.

And everything goes horribly and Megs rescues Starscream as well cause he's like, ugh, gotta make my child happy.

And Mags confronts him like, hands up you bastard...wait, why are you helping the street rat....wait, why are you coming with me willingly.

And Megs is like, naw, I forgive you. You're not that bad.

(There's nothing that I blame you for. You've done you're duty nothing more....)

(I'm crying)

And Magnus goes into an existential crisis because 1) decepticons and all criminals are supposed to be self serving irredeemable bastards and 2) no one's ever shown him kindness in his entire life (maybe not since his bro??)

And he still can't deal with this right now and throws himself off a fucking bridge

And Megatron dies because he's a sad, tired old man and his child don't need him no more and he's done all the good he can

And the whole ending and everything is still just as sad except now it's worse.

[ad0rechuu]

★ MILKY WAY. ━━ (000) ASK THEM ANYTHING part 1

💌 ZERO SAYS. i can’t believe that we passed the 30 chapter mark!! thank you to everyone to participated (& for +500 notes), i’ve always wanted to this and it was a lot of fun! i didn’t get as many questions as i wanted but i’m still grateful regardless <3 you can find part 2 here!

❪ # i ❫ : Do you think water is wet? ━━ to smg & jwy

from @seonghwaddict

MINGI : No it’s not… I don’t think it is— maybe it is… huh? I don’t know, I’m impartial

WOOYOUNG : I can make it wet *winks*

❪ # ii ❫ : miss u stinkaboo love youuuu this is taegyu papa trusttttit how u doing love? ━━ to yn

from @tocupid

YN : Alright who payed you huh??? (in case this is real, I’m great now I’m talking to you haha! i miss you too <3)

fatou’s note : Embarrassingly down bad

❪ # iii ❫ : how would you guys react if you are in date with dearest yn but there is someone following you guys, u thought it would be dispatch but it's the other simps? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from anon

SEONGHWA : Call Hongjoong and snitch, I know they would end up getting involved in MY date someway somehow!

SAN : A date?! With Yn?! I would be too focused on Yn to notice if i’m being honest

MINGI : Pause the date and beat some ass. I would also be super disappointed in hyung, I expect that from San but from him? I would cry (and also call Hongjoong hyung)

❪ # iv ❫ : who do you ship with YN? A. Taegyu. B. San. C. Seonghwa D. Mingi (will you betray his moral loyalty?) ━━ to jyh

from anon

YUNHO : E. I’ll move to a different country and start a new life under a new identity so that none of them kill me for whatever my choice might be (not taegyu that’s for sure, he seems cool but i ship- )

❪ # v ❫ : when is yours and yn's wedding?? also who do u think u can take out in a fight between the boys that also wants your girl's heart? ━━ to syn

from anon

YUNA : I’m so glad you asked! I’m currently planning it but she doesn’t know about it yet. Also I could easily take all of them and I would but Seulgi would take away my Yn privileges anyway about Yn and me! she’s so cute, did you kno-

authors note : Interview cut off because participant had their yn privileges taken away

❪ # vi ❫ : when u and yn finally have ur moment will u be the perfect gentleman or will u let ur dreams take over and just smooch the heck out of yn? ━━ to smg

from anon

MINGI : Me? Meeting Yn? Smooching her?…

authors note : Interview cut short because participant would not stop giggling

❪ # vii ❫ : How does it feel to be the biggest simps on planet earth?? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from @meginthebuilding27

SEONGHWA : I’m not a simp, its just that i would do anything for her and i think about her all day and i lov- oh…

SAN : Great! really, really fucking great but also my heart feels like its about to burst anytime i see anything related to her… do you think I should see a doctor??

MINGI : I don’t like the fact that I have to share spot! I wanna be number one!

❪ # viii ❫ : How do you keep them in place and don't make them do anything stupid? ━━ to khj

from @meginthebuilding27

HONGJOONG : Have you seen them do anything? I don’t because somehow they are harder to handle than children! But I guess parenting books help, except for Seonghwa, he’s too powerful. oh! And Yn too, I’m glad I have Seulgi to fall back on, she too much to say no to (read: too cute to say no to)

❪ # ix ❫ : we know u love yn and treat her like a baby sister so this q is perfect for you! out of all the boys which one would you choose for n based off what you know of them (then looks teehee) ━━ to ksg

from anon

SEULGI : Aww you’re right, she is my baby! But I just want whoever can makes her the happiest. Regarding the second question you are aware that you are asking a lesbian this right? I don’t think I can answer…

swan’s note : Seonghwa. She likes Park Seonghwa the most, I don’t know why she’s being difficult but it’s mostly because he’s very pretty

❪ # x ❫ : I know u love and care for yn but why don't you help your mans (the 3 lovers) out? (as far as asking if she wants to hang out over her break :3) I know you want to stay unbiased but I gotta know! ━━ to khj

from anon

HONGJOONG : That’s a good question, I honestly did not think of that. Maybe I should do that in the near future?

❪ # xi ❫ : what made u stan yn and whats ur fave piece of star merch that you own ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from anon

SEONGHWA : I love kpop girlgroups, so when I found a new group was debuting I checked out their music and when I watched the Ponzona mv for the choreo it was love on first sight & The album that I bought immediately after and got me my very first photo card of Yn! (It’s still behind my phone)

SAN : I saw a video of her on twitter which was so cute that I just had to know who it was & my Yn chibi plushy, it’s unofficial fan made merch but it’s adorable

MINGI : It was an accident honestly! I was going to check out my friends performance so I joined the line outside the building, nobody questioned me being there so I didn’t know I was at wrong place until I realized that I was standing in line for a fan sign, I thought just leaving would be rude so I stayed and my breath was taken away when I met Yn! & A t-shirt with their logo, it’s fashionable and comfortable as fuck!

❪ # xii ❫ : from 1 to 10, with 10 being the most, how would you rate how much you enjoy the chaos that is currently happening as of ch. 30 ━━ to kys

from anon

YEOSANG : 9, it would be a 10 but they genuinely seemed hurt. I still do enjoy some good chaos though

❪ # xiii ❫ : i badly need some tips on fighting people it can be on the internet or idk face to face but im scared cause i might lose, i just want to fight some constantly annoying people, teach me your ways teacher! ━━ to psh, csn, smg & cjh

from anon

SEONGHWA : Try to not get mad, stay as logical and calm as possible that just makes your opponents seem crazier

SAN : Find something or someone you would argue for no matter what the outcome might be, it’s all about passion

MINGI : Hit ‘em where it hurts!

JONGHO : It’s not a skill that can be taught, you just need to be a true hater.

yuna’s note : Just say Kang YeoSang-

seulgi’s note : Please ignore Yuna’s note!!

❪ # xiv ❫ : from 1 to 10 how jobless did u think hongjoong was when yn first reached out to him ━━ to ksg

from anon

SEULGI : Hongjoong is great and so, so talented! He’s also a college drop out with way too much time on his hands, so it can’t be less that 7 right?

❪ # xv ❫ : are you guys legitimately in love with yn or is it just a fanboy kind of love? ━━ to psh, csn & smg

from anon

authors note : Participants are not allowed to answer this question (yet)

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[diary-of-a-recovering-party-girl]

What am I so afraid of feeling? [22.01.2024]

my screen time is crazy these days. I feel like I want to pick up my phone every minute I possibly can and whenever I'm doing anything that even remotely allows for multi-tasking, however bad it may work, I'm whipping out my computer and putting on jersey shore or YouTube or anything, anything else to fill the second of silence asap. it has gotten to the usual point of watching things I'm not even really interested in, watching long true crime videos just because they are long, watching videos about politics even though I know they will. upset me, consuming content and content KNOWING that the more I consume, the worse I feel.

why is that? what feelings are so big and scary that I need to run away from them this far?

I want to put them out here, to bleed them out on paper, to let them soak the pages and leak on the floor, to see the mess I made and be Happy I made it. to shine the bright lamp right in the middle of my emotions, to rip open the wounds and watch the organs under them helplessly bleed feelings onto my skin.

the first feeling that comes to my heart is sadness that I'll never scream something at a protest and mean it. if something serious happens, I'm too hurt and emotional to even acknowledge it. if it's something not about life or death, some more low key political matters, I feel ridiculous for protesting about them. I can't take anything serious, not myself, not politics, not horrible things happening. Gaza, lol. if i think too much about it and actually feel sad, I shut myself down to protect myself from getting too emotional. why? do I thibk I couldn't handle feelings that don't have a constant undertone of nihilistic Irony to them!? is really any feeling that isn't sarcastic ridiculous to me? I haven't been much on 4chan yet I clearly spent too much time there.

I know I have real emotions because I csn clearly feel them at times. but somehow, they scare me, enough to suppress them to a point that I can't even realize them anymore. I'm scared to be vulnerable by being emotional. to have people comment and talk about My emotions and them being right. to look hurt because I am. happiness, however naiive or fake it may be, protects me from peoples reactions to my sadness, from their concerned looks and their empathetic faces, from their hugs that are too tight and their questions that go too deep. I keep people away with a smile.

that was a good first emotion to discover.

and then when I dig deeper I discover another feeling. I'm so hurt and upset by c ghosting me for weeks again. I Love this girl so much and I want to keep her as a friend but this is Really really hurtful and idk what to do with it. she doesn't answer me for weeks, the last time we met in person was in October for like 4hours before her boyfriend got back to work and I MISS HER. I miss her when I could actually talk to Her, call her, meet her, when wed do things together and she'd be there more than once every 2 months. I had the best festival experience ever with her and all the other things we did together and now I miss her so so bad and she's not answering my old texts, neither my birthday invitation and I feel like she's not gonna come to my birthday like last year again. I don't know what happened, in 2022 we were all good but since then, since _something_ she got like this. I don't understand what happened and I just want to be her friend again and this HURTS. I don't want to go through another friendship breakup. they hurt more than any dating /romantic breakup ever did.

[madhatterbri]

Difference | Neville Longbottom

Summary: Cassiopeia and Neville broke up after finding out she was the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange. At the Battle of Hogwarts, he sees she is different.

Author's Note: Get some nachos for this cheese. 😅😅 I'm sorry. Also sorry for the title. Lol. Enjoy Easter for those that celebrate. ❤️ I will start working on the others. Still obsessed with Lucien Castle though.

Cassi only had one mission during the Battle of Hogwarts. She had to ensure the safety of Neville Longbottom. The boy that stole her heart and then crushed it. As much as she hated it, she couldn't blame him. Her mother, Bellatrix Lestrange, was the reason he was raised by his grandmother. She drove them to insanity with an Unforgivable curse. So much so that they now lived in St. Mungo's.

Spells flew around her as she rushed through the hallways. Bodies of death eaters and students littered the floor. Some students leaned against the wall to catch their breath. They weren't fully prepared for war, then again, no one is.

She tried to think about his favorite places. Whenever the Slytherins bullied him, he would find comfort in his safe spaces. She looked high and low but couldn't find him. It wasn't until she turned down one hallway that she found him.

Neville was just hit with a spell. His wand flew out of his hand and on to the ground. The death eater walked slowly towards him. His wand pointing straight at Neville. He started to back away slowly with his hands up. She knew she had to save him.

"Neville!" She gasped and ran towards him. He was standing with his back pressed against a window. He glared at the death eater before him.

"Hope St. Mungos has a bed ready for you to be right next to mommy and daddy," the death eater taunted. He brought his arm back and thrusted it forward. "Crucio!"

"Neville, no!" Cassi screamed. She jumped in front of him to block the spell. The spell hit her square in the chest. The pain was instant.

She never experienced pain like this before. The feeling of hot knives stabbing her was something she would never forget. Her body writhed on the ground. Screams bursted out of her mouth. Suddenly, the pain stopped. She looked around in a daze.

The death eater stood above her. A look of disappointment was shown on his face. Her half opened eyes staring back at him.

"I told them you were weak, you know. Your real parents. The miserable blood traitors that raised you made you weak," he growled. "I am going to be doing them a great service when you are gone. Might even move up to his elite circle,"

"You are wrong," she coughed weakly. "I am not weak,"

"Avada,"

The death eater's spell was cut short by a burst of red light. He flew back into a wall. His head hit the wall and fell to the ground. Cassi slowly turned her head to see who saved her.

Neville stood holding his wand. Both hands clutched his wand tightly. Cassi smiled faintly before groaning. He rushed over to her and fell to his knees. He grabbed her hand and hoisted her up to a sitting position. He rubbed her back.

"Cassi, I,"

"I'm fine. I just needed to know that you were safe," she whispered. His hand was soft and warm inside of hers. "Just go, Neville. I'll be fine,"

"I'm not leaving you,"

"Harry needs you," she insisted. "We can finally stop all this once and for all. You csn do it, Neville. I know you can,"

Neville's mouth opened to speak yet he closed it. His eyes staring into hers. She always believed that he could do anything. He kissed her cheek softly before running to aid Harry Potter anyway that he could.

[rodeoromeo]

How did you first get into CSNY? If you want, you could talk about each of them individually.

ahhh thank you for asking this! It's kind of not an exact story, because in a way I've always been "into" CSNY because I've been familiar with them musically for a while, but I only recently became extremely obsessed with the band members.

I've been a fan of Neil Young's more popular music since I was a kid, because my parents are fans of his. (They've seen him in concert three times and they actually saw CSN one time. the jealousy). My earliest Neil Young memory is looking at the cover of their Mirrorball and Harvest Moon CDs.... I didn't know anything about him as a guy for a long time though. But who wouldn't be compelled by this image

who is he.....

In a roundabout way I've been a Buffalo Springfield fan for much longer than I've known anything about CSNY too, because my personal entryway into my obsession with 60s/70s music and culture was the Forrest Gump soundtrack (thank you to my parents' CD collection again). That happened nearly 10 years ago (that origin story is also kinda wild and very formative I think I've half talked about it before)

I sort of tripped into picking them up this intensely right now. A few months ago I bought Stephen Stills' self titled album at a record store at the same time I was getting the Monkees Greatest Hits because I though if he's good enough for Peter Tork he's good enough for me (hilarious), and strangely enough realized there were a lot of songs on the album I already knew that I just didn't realize were his. So I've been listening to that album a lot a lot for half a year almost.

I also became obsessed with finding Deja Vu on vinyl because I was deeply into Our House, and it wasn't that hard to pick up. I quickly had like... a religious experience listening to it one night so they really started to get their hooks into me. I think a lot of my obsessions actually start due to deep emotional experiences and shifts rather than some calculated coherent thought.

The easiest quickest answer is that I started reading CSNY by Peter Doggett. My Dad read it a few years ago and I remembered him enjoying it so I picked it up and its been really really interesting learning more about each of them, and thats where I kind of started to fall in love with them all and their stories (especially Neil and David who I also just . fell in love with deeply and developed huge crushes on . hi guys)

Also sneaking into two Neil concerts last month really cemented Him for me. He's got a world of respect from me and easily became one of the most significant artistic voices in my life right now and is getting me through a really tough time in ways I can't even describe. Art that saves you... its a gift you can never repay.

TLDR; I've always been into them, I'm newly into them, they've always been here, they're showing up in new ways for me every single day. They're a representation of a part of history and a movement of art that has been a part of my soul since I was a kid, they're a fresh thing breaking through the cycle of pain and apathy I'm living in. They mean a great great deal to me.

[bunny-rambles]

Hey there, hope u dont forget that you're a wonderful beautiful smart adorable person.

I mean, how could u when ur lucky enough to see such a person on a daily basis in your mirror, right?

But enough of me telling all this obvious things, csn I please ask u something?

If not interested, thats perfectly fine. Thats just me being my random self and torturing my favorite writers/artist with my silly questions.

How do u think, which colours will suit Rubedo the most?

Sorry if its too random, but, ah- why not try and ask, right?I feel like im repeating myself-

Im personaly think that green and grey would match him quite well if they would take a part in his design.

(I hc him having green eyes instead of red, thats why)

Thats all, have a nice life, bun. And keep being your-awesome-self, 'key?

sorry for this being super late, tbh this one got buried under notifs and it’s the first time I’ve seen this (or if I saw it before I completely forgot about it)

first of all, thank you for your very sweet words <33

second - hm, well, I always saw silver to be a very fitting colour. since albedo is gold, I think ig would be thematically accurate for ruby to be the ‘silver’ of the two, so maybe instead of the golden decorative metal pieces albedo has, instead they’d be a different shape and in silver on ruby’s outfit.

Another colour I associated him with is red, for obvious reasons, both from the fact he’s closely linked with durins heart and because of the crimson agate in drsgonspine, not to mention the nickname I gave him is also a red precious jewel. His name, Rubedo, quite literally means the reddening

Now, I’ve heard Rubedo is actually called Dorian, and although I love the fact it relates to Dorian’s portrait, I’m still clinging to the ruby agenda, it’s just such a precious name and I think it’s fitting <33

green eyes instead of blue though is something I agree with - maybe not bright green but subtle, like a deep turquoise compared to albedos aquamarine ones

[jamtoasties3316]

Thinking about alpha Rico and omega Max… Rico finally training Max’s little pussy to be open enough for him after a lot of hard work, and now he has to make sure it stays that way! When he has to leave for a business trip he makes sure to call in a favor to his other alpha friends to come knot Max and keep his pussy stretched out… none of them are as big as him though so maybe two need to fuck him at the same time. Then when he gets back fucking Max right away of course to check that everything is the way he left it! Max is gaping all the time, he doesn’t remember what it feels like to have a pussy that isn’t wide open and dripping wet.

Oh I like thst!

Rico giving Max to Charles and Daniel and making them promise to keep his darling omega open enough for his cock. Max doesn't like getting fucked by anyone but Rico, let alone 2 Alphas, but Charles and Dan have a blast. They fuck him at the same time, making sure he is absolutely gaping and definitely marvel at how Max's pussy looks so tiny but csn even take a fist.

Rico definitely leaves them his favourite speculum toys so they can enjoy Max that way too! The Omegas is kept full at all times so Rico can slide right back into him the moment he is returned! Max is so ruined and open but moans happily getting Rico's knot. He has been stretched and prepared by and for Rifo for so long now that the knotdrunkness made him a little silly