#this is the only ask i'll be answering today

[allthingsfangirl101]

One Last Chance – John Glenn

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I never understood the phrase "the butterflies in my stomach" until my husband was about to go up in a rocket to race the Russians. When he left town, we spent the entire night before he left in each other's arms. We didn't let go of each other's hands as we drove to the airport. When we got to the airport, I held onto him as long as I could. Despite the many, many cameras on us, John gave me a passionate kiss before he followed the NASA officials into a fancy building.

Every night during training, John called me. We'd talk for hours until at least one of us fell asleep. The night before his big mission, John called me like normal, but he didn't sound normal.

We talked way later than we should've. We talked about everything except for his mission. It didn't take me long to figure out that our conversation was a distraction. He ended the call with a deep sigh.

"I should get some sleep," he mumbled.

"I love you," I said before he could hang up.

"I love you, too," he chuckled.

"John?"

"Yes, darling?"

"I am so proud of you, baby."

He cleared his throat before whispering, "Thank you, gorgeous. I needed that."

"Be safe up there, Mr. Astronaut," I said, struggling to keep my voice from breaking. "I'll be watching from home."

* * * * *

I rushed home from the store, eager to get there. John's rocket was taking off today. I didn't bother putting away the groceries. I practically ran into the living room and turned on the TV. Every news channel was covering John's flight today.

The newswoman kept talking about statistics and facts about my husband, but I was more focused on the scene behind her. She was perfectly positioned in front of the rocket. Men were running around it, getting some last-minute things together.

My breath got stuck in my throat when the newscaster brought her hand up to her ear and stopped talking.

"We're getting word that the launch has been stalled," she said, lowering her hand. "We're not sure why. . ."

I stopped listening when the house phone started ringing. I glanced at the TV, my heart jumping into my throat when I figured out who was calling me.

For a second, I imagined NASA was the one calling me. They were calling to tell me the mission was off because my husband got hurt in a final training session. That thought made me jump up and run to the kitchen.

"Hello?" I answered it, instantly playing with the chord.

"Hey, darling."

"John?" I said, letting out a sigh of relief. "Is everything okay? What's wrong? Why are you calling me?"

"Can't I just call my wife and talk to her?" He asked instead of answering. My breathing slowed when I heard his fake laugh.

My heart started to return to its normal rate the longer I listened to my husband's voice.

"That's sweet," I said, "if I believed you."

"What do you mean?" He chuckled.

"There is something you're not telling me, so talk. What's on your mind?"

"Nothing's on my mind," he instantly brushed off.

"Honey," I sighed, "you should be getting into your rocket and racing up into the atmosphere. And yet, here you are, calling your wife instead."

"To be fair," he said, clearing his throat, "I call you more than my friends call their wives."

"John," I said, softening my voice. "Why did you call me instead of getting on your rocket and making history?"

"I guess," he sighed, "I'm a little worried."

"About the landing coordinates?" I asked, remembering our call the other night. "I thought that woman, Katherine, checked them."

During their last test run, John had a weird feeling about the landing coordinates. The men in the "big room", as John calls it, kept reassuring him that all the numbers were right. He ignored them and asked if the woman he met in a meeting weeks ago, who proved she was smarter than their computers, could look at them.

After she got the landing coordinates even more specific than their original calculations, John only trusted her. I still remember how excited he was about working with Katherine. He went on and on about how much he wishes I could meet her. After hearing him talk about her and how she'll most likely save his life, I wanted to meet her, too.

"She did," he agreed. "She is even double-checking them now."

"Okay," I said slowly. "So, what is it?"

"Nothing," he tried to lie again.

"John, I know you. Something's wrong. Talk to the woman you promised to always tell the truth to."

"Sweetie," he laughed awkwardly, "there is a room full of NASA officials listening in on this call."

"Come on, baby," I said with a soft giggle. I needed to sound normal because he didn't. "We have been married for three years, dated for two years before that. I know you, Johnny. Talk to me. What's the real reason you interrupted your big takeoff to call me?"

My heart jumped into my throat when I heard him sigh. "I needed to hear your voice," he said, his voice dropping. "I was walking toward the rocket and suddenly froze."

"What made you freeze?" I asked gently.

"You," he said, his voice breaking. "I realized that my mission may not end well and that I may never hear your voice again. And I needed to hear your voice again, baby. I needed to hear you tell me that you loved me. One last time."

I waited for my voice to return and for the frog in my throat to go away. When I finally found my voice, it was soft.

"I love you, John," I whispered. "I have been madly in love with you since we were in high school. When you finally looked at me, I thought the world had stopped. The first time you kissed me, I knew that you were the only guy for me. When we got married, I knew that my life was perfect. I am so proud of you, baby. You are changing the world. I love you."

I smiled when I heard him let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you, gorgeous," he whispered. "I really needed to hear that. I love you so much, darling."

"Be safe up there, Rocket Man," I teased.

"I will," he chuckled, finally starting to sound like himself. "Besides, I can't leave my gorgeous wife alone in this world. She needs her Marine Corps pilot turned astronaut."

"I love my Marine Corps pilot turned astronaut," I giggled.

"And I love my wife," he instantly said. "I'll see you as soon as I get back into orbit."

[shuenkio]

𝙱𝚘𝚢𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 | 정원 /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\

Parring: Idol!Jungwon X M!reader

Synopsis: He keeps hitting your button with his jealousy of fans being a fan, idolizing you a lil too much since you were his boyfriend but not until you were mad.

Genre: Fluff + Suggestive. Cw: Curse, bluh.

Non proof read | Eng is not my first.

This is a work of fanfiction, do not throw unnecessary tantrums on this nsfw/sfw blog. ©Shuenkio

An: This is a very short drabble, since I have no plate in my hand, also Jungwon update since it has been age.

"see, I understand that they're drooling all over you, but you're my boyfriend!"

An awkward silence, you pause from scrolling, peeking out from the screen.

"Uh yeah what about it? We both boyfriends did I make you mad?" You asked, unsure what he was talking about.

"The fans, they like you too much— I need to make them know you are mine" Jungwon answered, pressing his thumb as the anger almost surpassed him but he knows he was being too much, a lil jealous.

"Hyung, relax of course aam yours, but you can't prove it to them, we're idols remember!"

You muttered, try to make the scene relax and just enjoy the free time after a long day at work. But your boyfriend makes it more harder to have sometimes off work into this, jealousy makes no sense.

"fine, I guess I'm a bit of a temp but— you do know I can fuck you, kiss you, utterly do anything on you right?" Jungwon murmured as he rubbed his chin, looking right into your eyes, to reassure he was right.

Though you look at him, already have his answer without even saying anything with your expression.

Seeing your frown gaze toward him, Jungwon folded suddenly, like a sunflower hitting the night. He didn't like it when you were mad, upset, or sad. With his jelly silly behavior right now, only to make his guilty feel worse.

"Sorry— yeobo- uh Jagiya no um love I mean m/n please I'm sorry" His true color show, his paw were gripping close together like he was in detention, spying at you through the corner of his eyes, knowing damn well he was wrong and now you were mad at him.

"Yang Jungwon-sii!"

"M/N PLEASE NO! IM SORRY" Hearing you spit his full name, fuel the burning wound. He was on the verge of crying when you were mad at him. Scares to the point his gut clenched in his ass hole.

Upon seeing him so childish and vulnerable like this, making you feel better a bit however didn't make it right the fact he pressed your button with his obsession with you. Idols job was to idolize by fan, from their support and fame but Jungwon making it into a jealousy.

Well result in him fold like a paper like this kinda fun, might as well try it again next time.

"You fine shyt always like this, look at me!! I'm not mad at you, but don't do it again, it makes zero irrelevant, let me answer that yes I'm your boyfriend, yours to love, yours to please and anything but just not try anything stupid okay fine shyt?" You lift his chin up with your fingertip as a sly smirk spreads out, looking for any answer from his Beautiful lip.

As Jungwon pouting, nod aggressively like a toddler before two bodies pulling into a tight embrace by jungwon fit.

"I promise I won't do it again— just for now"

"Shut up you never keep your promise"

"though, can I still have my way... To fuck you today? Just for today? We only have this one chance"

"Fuck you... Ugh"

"I'll take that as a yes"

Jungwon immediately charges into your mouth, pouring into a desperate kiss before the night turns into a life memory.

While Jungwon pants are already soaking from his white essence because he was scared earlier, yeah.

Boombayah

[ENHYPEN's Jungwon update]

# Jungwon : A pretty snack deserves a kiss 😻

[universchae]

The Fall

— KAZUHA X READER

use of y/n, medic!reader, mentions of injury, light flirting

universchae ― this is my first fic !! I hope you enjoy :)

The first time you see her, she's not the world-class idol with fans screaming her name. She's curled up on the floor of the practice room, clutching her ankle and trying not to cry.

"Can someone get the medic?" one of her members shouts, panic thick in her voice. You're already on your way.

You kneel beside her, professional mask firmly in place. "Hi, Kazuha. I’m Y/n, staff medic. Can you tell me what happened?"

She blinks up at you, her eyes glossy from pain but still startlingly clear. "Landed wrong after a turn. Think I twisted it."

You nod and gently touch her ankle. Her breath hitches—not from pain, you think, but surprise. You're careful, precise, talking her through every movement.

“Is it bad?” she asks, wincing.

“Not a break, but definitely a sprain. You’ll need to stay off it for a few days.”

She groans and lets her head fall back onto the polished wood floor. “Great. The comeback’s in a week.”

You glance up at her, not expecting the way her eyes meet yours again. Focused. Curious.

“I'll help you to the infirmary,” you say. “You can complain more there.”

---

You patch her up, wrap her ankle in gauze, and make her ice it. She keeps making faces at you the whole time, not quite pouting, but not far off.

"You do this for all of us, or am I special?" she asks with a teasing lilt.

You raise an eyebrow. “You’re the only one who fell today.”

That earns you a real laugh—soft, low, but somehow bright.

She leans back in her chair, the tension finally bleeding out of her shoulders. “What’s your favorite song?”

You blink. “What?”

“You’ve been so serious. I want to know something about you. A fair trade, since you’ve already seen me ugly-cry over my ankle.”

You hesitate, caught off guard. But there’s something about her—maybe it’s the way she asks like it genuinely matters—that makes you answer.

You name a song. It’s not cool or trendy, but it means something to you.

Kazuha tilts her head. “I like that one. The lyrics are kind of sad, though.”

You give a small shrug. “Bittersweet is honest.”

She looks at you for a moment, then smiles. “Yeah. I like honest.”

---

You see her three more times that week—for icing, stretching, check-ups. Each time, she asks another question.

What food do you always crave?

What's your dream city?

What’s the last thing that made you laugh so hard you cried?

And then—

"Would you ever dance with me? Once my ankle heals?"

The question drops between you like a secret. Her gaze is soft but steady.

You smile, biting back the obvious answer.

“If you promise not to fall again.”

[javierduffy]

went back to comfort zone and ... got stuck there

[ragnarokhound]

trick or treat!

(that intricate rituals snippet👀👀HOO)

Happy Halloween, anon, I'm glad you enjoyed!

(And hee hee... in that case: )

“Did you think I didn’t notice?” Tim says, threaded with teasing hunger as Jason stares, caught. “I could smell it coming, baby. You have all of my attention. Now that I know it’s for me—” Tim’s chest still hitches when he talks about them like this. When he bites down on the instinct to shy away, to hide; when he acknowledges directly that Jason is for him. It never fails to satisfy something snarling and animal inside of Jason, it— “—you should never doubt for a second that I’m for you.” Fuck.

(For the trick or treat ask game! Send me a trick or treat ask and I'll share jaytim WIP snippets, or new 3-sentence -paragraph fics, etc :^) through the 31st!)

[valiant-if]

It's 5am for me and i'm just going to bed (i have insane sleeping hours) but i just want everyone to know that honkai starrail has once again brought me to hard pity (3rd banner in a row) and i'm mad about it (pulling for mydei)

so now i've got nothing for Anaxa or Castorice, i'm gonna have to really grind out that jade

[taniushka12]

putting on my queue so yall don't miss me while I'm gone 😘

[wanderingcas]

Sam, now I visit your blog more often because I want to see snippets from that reverse verse fic. Sometimes it's upsetting when I don't find any, don't know how I will live with weekly updates 😂 (on the other hand, it can't be harder than Paradigm, can it?) The new snippet is cool, I like these two more & more💚💙

OMG i'm so glad you're excited about it though!! i wasn't sure how people would vibe with the reverse verse since it's not a thing i see often in fandom but i'm glad you and some others are excited about these little guys lol. it's really fun to write dean as an angel with his canon idiosyncrasies and explaining them from a different angle - and making Cas much more hardened/cynical as almost a shade of endverse Cas but with that rigid control that s3-5 Cas had. idk!! it's fun to play with! i'm just glad you like it too!!!

[unma]

debating on making ruby distort as canto boss or putting her sister there. hmmm

You could always pull a Canto 6 and just do both

[eg-tmnt]

TMayNT day 30.

This is my last drawing this may. I might do some of the prompts I didn't do this may later. In june or something if I'm not too busy.

[ask-icedouma]

lil update + irl stuffs ヽ(´□｀。)ﾉ

Sorry that mod hasn't been active as of late, I have been kinda in a slum lately. I have no guarantee when I'll answer questions consistently but mod really appreciates that you guys still enjoy this blog.

I haven't been doing well irl as of late because of my long time depression (ongoing for +15ish years wild) and because of this I've been failing my studies a lot. As of late I'm finally getting a little help as of going to my very first official therapy session.

I said official because most of the time I've only gone to temples. My family has been believing that I've been possessed by evil spirits my whole life and its pretty annoying. Tho I'm also sure that this is something common with our religious believes so I don't fully blame them. I've been trying and begging them to bring me to one for the longest time and it's finally happening! I don't know if it will help this time but it's some progress I'm willing to take.

Also! I feel sorry somehow for not interacting much. I've been wishing to talk to some of you/mutuals to get stuff of my mind or just talk about silly stuff but because most of you are writers I'm too intimidated sadgfhj if only I was literate *fist clenching and sulking*

Lastly here's some pictures of derpy Douma for reaching the end of this post.

[violetsareblue-selfships]

good morning!! :3

[starpros-sunshine]

You know. I'm part of the fraction "to each their own and let people handle their lives however they see best fit". But I do feel the need to say that I have seldom seen such an idiotic assumption as that breaking up with someone four days before someone's birthday when you also want that someone to do something for their birthday even though you know you and your soon-to-be-ex will both have to be there won't end with that person just not doing anything with anyone for their birthday. Partially because nobody wants that kind of awkwardness after a fresh breakup and also because the soon-to-be-ex has the lovely habit of wallowing in self pity and making everything about how they have it so bad. You know I just think in such cases you should've waited a week with the breakup. I don't care how much you want to fuck that other guy but I really think you should've waited a week.

[sillyfudgemonkeys]

Sounds like you've got a right bitch of a co-worker based on those post tags lol

ajfksdljf TT0TT Oh that was like my 3rd version of a post I made. I had to talk myself down and censor myself akljsdflkfa orz

But yes he really is. I cannot stress it enough that everyone hates his guts and he's created such a hostile work environment.

[a-narcissists-warren]

I always profusely apologize and with gifts sometimes sorry,,😞

-💽🎞️

it's all good! different ways to show affection, i get it

[there-will-be-a-way]

My best friend. I've never ever loved anyone this much. And being human is complicated. Emotions are complicated.

If things were different (if I wasn't trans and was 20 years older), we'd be married.