Nina

So as you guys know, I’ve been kinda strapped lately. I’m making progress on selling my kpop collection, but I’m paying for school and for Jae’s chemo, other medicines he’s taking, and I’ve never mentioned this on my blog before, but I have a 5 year old godson who’s legally under my care, and I provide for him, too. So it’s literally been killing me debating whether or not I should do this, but I’ve decided to start commissioning. My blog is still operating as always, but as you’ve seen, I haven’t been posting NEARLY as much as I used to. That’s because all my time is going to focusing on ways I can make, I shit you not, even an extra dollar. I can’t sleep because of all the stress. So, I’m starting commissions. My blog is still free as always~but for $2 for a reaction and $4 for a minimum 3k word fic, through PayPal, I’ll work on your request immediately and have it published on my blog, if not the day you sent the request, the day after (maybe a tiny bit longer for fics). I’ll also give you a shoutout and infinite love. It’s all going to a good cause. I’m still going to be posting. Keep in mind, I have over 5,700 followers so it takes me FOREVER to get to recent requests. So this is a sure way to make sure yours gets done. Thank you guys for all the support you’ve given so far, this would honestly mean the world to me. Thank you for even reading this ❤️❤️

Boyfriend! Yunho

Mingyu | F.07 “I like when you say my name.” | @bossmyc

Words | 2,270

Warnings | Shelby’s demise, probably. 

Notes | This is a cute lil thing based on a small drabble I sent her about a week ago concerning her imminent falling in love with Mingyu and well. It’s EXTREMELY fluffy. >:)

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It had been raining for so long, you almost had forgotten the last time you saw the sun. Well, nature’s sun, anyway. Your personal sun you saw every day, which you were very thankful for; but your sun was currently busy at work, leaving you alone in your apartment for the time being to deal with the rain yourself.

The rain made you sad for a reason you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It was a fact that dreary weather especially for long periods of time had a dramatic effect on the mental constitution of the population of that certain area—maybe that was part of it, but it felt deeper somehow. You didn’t feel gloomy, like you would expect, you just straight up felt empty.

But it never stopped you from placing yourself in the cushioned crevice of the bay window, drowning in one of his sweaters as you watched the rain ping against the glass window pane and trickle down. Sometimes you’d pick a drop to see if it would win the race. Even though the rain made you sad, you never stopped watching it if you had free time, maybe just hoping that if you glowered at the clouds long enough, they’d go away.