#. * | wc : 751.

[lgctaeha]

╭  ✿ MTBD ! ╯

TEAM UNKNOWN 002 ; RAP LESSONS

"I can do it better! Really - !"

Taeha's silenced by the swift wave of two manicured fingers and a firm shhh! The coach's eyes are fixed on the iPad placed on the table between them, the sound of Taeha's first try at performing a few rap snippets filling the room. She's never been one to shy away from reviewing her performances, but listening to herself now was almost as excruciating as sitting through her first year communications lectures. The coach finally pauses the clip and hums. It was one of those hums. The kind of 'hum' that signals to a trainee already bursting at the seams with nerves that what she just presented was nothing short of -

'Impressive.'

"Wh - what?"

The coach nods once, scribbling a few quick notes onto the notepad at her side. 'You've improved a lot already.'

"R - really?! So... you - You don't hate it?"

'I do not,' the coach's usually stern tone softens, but her hand continues to steadily move along the lines of the page, leaving Taeha on edge. 'Relax. This isn't an evaluation. Breathe. In and out.' Taeha promptly obliges, sucking in a deep breath and quickly pushing it out, her shoulders drooping forward a bit. How long had she even been holding her breath for?! 'We still have a lot of work to do,' the coach adds, sliding the device across the table for Taeha to view. 'I want you to rewatch this section, but without sound.'

Although she can't help responding with a slight frown, she nods and leans forward to watch the clip with somewhat of an open mind. It is a bit bizarre to see herself this way - Brows furrowed and head moving this way and that, her hands flailing somewhat wildly in various gestures. Her coach reaches over to pause. 'What do you think?'

"I think... I think that I definitely need to work on my facial expressions? I look a bit..."

'Ridiculous? Yes." Wouldn't be her first choice of descriptor, but there was little room to argue. Taeha shrinks in her seat, fingers fiddling with the hem of her shirt. "I guess.. I was just really trying to be like the artists you sent me? I watched so many performances and everyone is just so... It just seems so..." she trails off, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. "I... I just don't know if I'm cut out for this kind of thing? I'm not really - I'm not very - "

'Uh huh,' the coach hums once again, pen still going. Taeha leans forward, trying to take a quick peek but the notepad is quickly tucked under the coach's chin. 'If you think you're not cut out for this kind of thing, then you're not.' Her heart sinks in her chest, eyes already beginning to well at the coach's instant ( a little too instant, if you'd asked her ) agreement. 'But,' she adds, playing the clip once more. There's a brief moment at the end of her reel where'd she'd clearly forgotten a lyric. She glances off camera into space, first staring blankly and then putting on a bright grin as the words finally come to her, wiggling back into center with her eye smile in full view. 'That. That did not look ridiculous. That is a Taeha that's cut out for this. That is rapper Taeha I want to see.'

"You... you want me to forget my lines?!"

'N - No, Taeha. I want you to be yourself! That's the whole reason you were chosen for this role. If we wanted another Kim Nayoon or CL, we would've gotten an impressionist. We want to see what you bring to the rap position. In this entire reel all I saw you do was mimic what you think a good rapper looks like. But that girl -' she emphasizes with a tap of her nail against the screen. 'That girl has the potential to be a great rapper. If she learns to relax. Breath in and out.'

Taeha gives a hum of her own, swiping away the tear that had still threatened to slip down her cheek - this time in relief instead of worry. "Breathe in and out," she repeats, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

'Good. Now, I want to hear you do those lines again, bar for bar, without all the... Whatever that was,' the coach chuckles, navigating to her sounds to play the selected track. Taeha sits back up in her seat, eyes wide and silently reminding herself to just breathe.

[en-diaries]

-> CHECK OUT “i like the view right now.” by yeji !

˚˖𓍢ִ໋`🌿:✧ I like the view right now - OT7

(synopsis) 🀨 enhypen when you’re shorter than them ✧

ot7 enhypen x short fem!reader 🀨 fluff, crack 🀨 reader is shorter than enha 🀨 teasing, kisses, petnames 🀨 wc 751

𝑳𝒆𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒖𝒏𝒈 - 이희승

"babe where'd you go?" heeseung asked, scratching his head. the audacity of this man!! you jumped up from in front of him, making yourself now visible to the freakishly tall man. "oh there you are!! i've been looking everywhere for you!" he teased, a wide smile adorning his face while a playful scowl adorned yours. "hmph!" you pouted, crossing your arms and turning away, knowing exactly what heeseung's reaction would be. "no baby! i was just joking!" he giggled, turning you back towards him and crouching down to kiss you. "i love you my shortie."

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 - 박종성

you were currently in the kitchen, struggling to get something from one of your higher up pantries when jay walked in. "woah there princess, what're you doing there?" he smirked, knowing exactly what your issue was. "ugh- i can't get this- thing!" with one big jump, you failed to knock down the bowl you were trying to grab, causing jay to walk over and grab it with ease. "jeez! why would anyone ever want such high up cabinets!? who even owns this house?" you questioned, turning to jay with a hand on your hip. "uhh baby? this is your house?..." he stated, laughing at your sulkiness. darn, you needed new cabinets.

𝑺𝒊𝒎 𝑱𝒂𝒆𝒚𝒖𝒏 - 심재윤

you and jake were waiting in line for a store when you suddenly felt a wait on the top of your head. "wha-?" looking up, you were silenced by the sight of your boyfriend resting his arm on top of your head. he was even leaning a bit!! "hey mister! i didn't consent you to use my head as an arm rest!" you pout, pushing off his arm. "oh, hehe, sorry sweets! you're just the perfect height for it.." he chuckles, planting a kiss to your head but not without bending down. "ah! i'm not that short! am i?" you shoot back, scrunching together your eyebrows. "well...ummm...oh! i think our order's ready!" "yah! sim jaeyun!"

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 - 박성훈

"hey hoonie? i need help getting something please!" you call out to your extremely tall boyfriend. soon enough, he walks in, a small smirk already on his face from knowing exactly what the problem was. "top shelf?" is all he asks, his smirk getting bigger. you hate to boost his ego, but you nod. "the medium plates please.." the last bit is mumbled. he quickly yet easily grabs the plates, handing them to you. he then crouches down to meet you eye level, confusing you a bit. "damn, this height can't see anything!" he laughs, straightening his legs out. "yah!!" how rude...(jk all is forgiven cuz he's park sunghoon)

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐 - 김선우

"baby- oh! you're so short!" sunoo was looking for you when he bumped into you in the hallway. whenever you two would stand side by side, he would always make it a point to tease you for it. he had just caught you, making sure you didn't fall back from the collision when he pulled you forward, noticing how his eyes met a couple inches from the top of your head. "i'm just kidding!" he smiles. "you're only a bit short.." he teased, kissing your forehead before running away. aish, that guy..he wasn't even that tall compared to his other members!! one day you would get him back...maybe with the help of ni-ki...

𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒘𝒐𝒏 - 양정원

jungwon and you would be walking downtown and he would see a small plushie of your favorite animal, that was a very small and short one. "jagi look! it's you! the height is literally so accurate!" he laughed, holding up the short plush to you. "yah! yang jungwon!!" you shouted, catching the attention of a few passing customers. "ok i'm sorry! you're not that short..but you're still my shortie!" he laughed again, his dimples showing even more. he then crouched down to your eye level, kissing your lips before laughing once again. this kid..

𝑵𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒊𝒌𝒊 - 西村 力

"how's the view from down there?" "i- what?" you were so flustered and taken aback by ni-ki's sudden question, but also knowing exactly what he was doing. he was teasing you again of your guys's height difference. "hey! it's not my fault i didn't grow up to like, 6'3!" you forwned, making a pouty face at ni-ki. "and it's not my fault you're like, 2'4," he smirked back, laughing at your scowl. "take that back!!" "make me shortie!" he laughed, ruffling your hair. "nah, but don't worry, you're so cute at this height," (SOFT RIKI OMFG AJHSDB) he smiled, slowly rising onto his tip toes to become EVEN taller. "hey!! get back down here!"

hahah this was so funny cuz i'm so much shorter than all of enha and even tho jake, sunoo, and jungwon seem so short since they're the shortest ones in enha, they literally tower over me...

anyway! if you enjoyed, please reblog and like! feedback is also appreciated very much!

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

⚘. Perm taglist: @vmpivory, @yuvany, @seozii, @pinknjm, @greentulip, @jongbean

[sirenedeslily]

matt is 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅 of 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 you. 𑇓 ⊹ ᳝ ࣪ | ( clingybf!matt & fem!reader ) fluff + soft hours. established relationship 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 wc 751

matt sat quietly at the table, his hand resting lightly on your thigh as you chattered animatedly with your friends. his rings, a mix of silver and black, glinted under the warm restaurant lights as his thumb idly traced circles against the fabric of your jeans. his tattoos peeked out from beneath the rolled-up sleeves of his button up, a sharp contrast to your vibrant, bubbly demeanor. you were leaning forward, your hands gesturing wildly as you told a story that had the whole group laughing, and matt couldn’t help but smile softly at the sight.

he loved watching you like this—bright, magnetic, effortlessly pulling everyone in. it wasn’t his world, but it was yours, and he admired how easily you fit into it. still, as the minutes stretched into an hour, and dessert plates had been cleared long ago, matt found himself shifting in his seat. he’d been patient—so, so patient—but the growing weight of the evening was pressing on him.

he glanced at you, your laughter ringing out as your friend added another joke. the sound made him smile, but his own exhaustion tugged at the edges of his patience. quietly, he leaned in, brushing his lips against your shoulder.

“love,” he murmured, voice low and soft, “can we go home now?”

you turned to him briefly, your eyes sparkling with affection. “just a little longer, matt. promise.”

he nodded, leaning back, but his hand stayed on your thigh, squeezing gently. for a while, he tried to focus on the conversation, on the rhythm of your voice, but all he could think about was how much he wanted to be alone with you. just you.

after a few more minutes, he leaned in again, this time kissing the corner of your mouth, his rings cool against your cheek as he cupped your face. “can we please go home now?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“matt,” you laughed softly, brushing him off. “i’m talking.”

you barely turned your head, flashing him an apologetic smile before diving back into the conversation. matt sighed dramatically, his fingers drumming against the table.

and that was when he gave up on being subtle.

sliding his chair closer to yours, he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you firmly against him. his lips found your temple, then your cheek, then your jaw. he didn’t care that your friends were right there; he didn’t care that they were all smirking knowingly. his other hand moved to rest on your knee, his fingers tapping impatiently.

“you’ve been talking for hours,” he said, his voice taking on a teasing whine. “i’ve been good. i’ve waited. but i’m done waiting now. i want to go home.”

you gave him a playful look, trying to hold your ground. “it hasn’t been that long, matt.”

“it’s been forever,” he countered, his lips brushing against your neck. the tattoos that snaked up his arm flexed as he tightened his grip on your waist. “i love your friends, i do, but i don’t want to share you anymore. come on, baby. let’s go home.”

you could feel your resolve slipping as he pressed kiss after kiss along your jawline, his rings cool against your skin as he tilted your chin toward him. “matt,” you hissed through a giggle, “you’re being ridiculous, i’ll just be a few more minutes,” you promised, but matt was already nuzzling into your neck, his arms snaking around your waist. his warmth and the faint scent of his cologne made it increasingly difficult to focus on your friends.

“no, you won’t,” he muttered, his voice muffled against your skin. “you’ll keep talking, and i’ll just have to keep kissing you until you give in.”

“you’re being stubborn,” he shot back, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. “you know i’m shy.. i cant do pda. do you have any idea how desperate i have to be to act like this in front of everyone?”

your friends laughed, clearly enjoying the show, but matt didn’t care. he was done trying to blend into the background. right now, all he wanted was you—and he wasn’t above being clingy to get your attention.

“alright, alright,” you relented with a laugh, standing up and as he immediately took ahold of your purse. “let’s go home, clingy boy.”

matt’s face lit up instantly, his hand slipping into yours as he practically dragged you toward the door. “finally,” he sighed, pressing one last kiss to your temple as you walked out into the night.

𝒢𝜚 💭 ࣪ ✸ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ∿ a lil bit of something before the big thing.. :3 miss u guys ! also this is VERY inspired by malcom todd’s sweet boy ><

❝ 𝟐𝟐𝟐 ❞ 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻, @carvedtits @et6rnalsun @wovenribbons @flouvela @eternaldecisions @elizabebabe @ncm9696 @marrykisskilled

❝ 𝟑𝟑𝟑 ❞ 𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻, @l34n @sturniolossss @lovingregulusblack @cl1tlover3000 @mattslolita @mattssgf @le4hsblog @brvtall @mattscoquette @chratts-left-ball @jetaimevous @angelesqve @starlace111 @secretlocket @starkeyszn @etherealval @slut4chriss @star-yawnznn @nickmillersn1gf @sturnsmia @tastesousweet @strnilolover @xoxo4chrisss

[slytherinshua]

HUSBAND MATERIAL

summary. things that husband!matthew does that are a perfect example of husband material. genre. fluff. headcanons. warnings. like 1 suggestive line 😭. all the rest of it is just matthew being perfect and adorable tho </3. i probably wrote him a bit ooc BUT OH WELL LIKE I CANNOT MATCH THIS MANS FREAK LEAVE ME ALONE 😞 pairing. husband!matthew x fem!reader. wc. 751. request. requested by anon (totally an anon.... @heavenfilm) a/n. at this point i cannot deny that matthew is my second bias.. so that's great 🧍‍♀️ i hate my life PLEASE WHY DO ZB1 EXIST

EYE CONTACT

He always finds your eyes from across the room. Whether you’re hanging out with friends or alone at home doing separate tasks, Matthew always scans the room to find where you are. He’ll give you a smooth smile or a wink once he knows he has your attention. No matter how many times he does it, it always manages to summon butterflies in your stomach. It’s mostly another excuse for him to be flirty with you, but he also does it so he can check up on how you’re feeling. He’s always been good at reading your emotions from your face, and he always wants to know if you were ever feeling uncomfortable or down in any way. Matthew always makes sure to make his way over to you and wipe the frown off your face if he needs to.

SELFIES

He will always send you selfies throughout the day. You know exactly what he’s doing practically every hour of the day, because you’re always texting each other. He’ll update you on schedules or let you know when he’ll be back from the gym. If one or both of you are busy for the majority of the day, Matthew will try to FaceTime you during lunch break. Communication is one of the most important things to Matthew, and making sure you’re updated on his schedule is something he’ll always prioritise. 

GRABBING YOUR WAIST

He loves to grab your waist when you’re walking by. Say he’s sitting on the couch and you were walking past him. He would definitely grab your waist and pull you down onto his lap, having no concern for where you had originally been trying to go. This would, of course, be accompanied by plenty of kisses. Your cheeks or forehead are his favourite places to kiss, but if he’s feeling more romantic, he might go for your neck or hand instead. This man is always clingy, and you’ve had to learn to accept that once he gets his hands on you, he will not let you leave until he’s done peppering kisses to your skin.

DATE NIGHTS

Just because you’ve already tied the knot, doesn’t mean that date nights aren’t a serious ordeal for Matthew. He’ll make sure to book a reservation for a fancy restaurant and wear his best suit. He loves to do all the overly romantic things with you that seem straight out of a romcom. He never forgets to tell you how beautiful you look all throughout the date, and if you were ever unsure of how much he adored you, he would be sure to show you later that night.

PICKUP LINES

Cheesy pickup lines are a Matthew staple, and, as your husband, he definitely doesn’t hold back. He knows he’s yours forever, a promise you made with each other on the day of your wedding, and the thought of it just makes his brain go a little crazy. He’s so in love with you, and, unfortunately, his favourite way of playfully expressing it to you is trying endless pickup lines on you. No matter how corny they are, they always manage to make you giggle, which is exactly the reaction Matthew wants. Even if you hate them, you’re never going to be able to get him to stop using them. He’s a bit too addicted to the cliché one-liners. 

BOUQUETS

He’ll bring you back bouquets when he’s been away almost all day. Since he’s very busy, he can’t often spend all day with you like he wants to. Knowing that whenever you miss him, you can just smell the flowers that he gave you puts his mind at ease. Plus, it gives him extra husband points according to you, so he started making it part of his regular routine. He picked up on what flowers you liked the most after a couple weeks and consistently picks out the prettiest bouquets. 

NIGHT TIME KISSES

Matthew has a special night-time routine with you. It’s not skincare or any other hygiene, but in his mind, it’s just as important. When it’s late at night and you’re both drowsy, Matthew loves to give you soft kisses. He has no ulterior motive with them other than showing you how much he loves you. He’ll start with your hand and make his way up your arm, slow and gentle. He takes extra care with your face, making sure the kisses are as tender as possible. Once he reaches your lips, he’ll practically melt into them— the final thing he needs before he falls asleep with you in his arms. 

↳ zerobaseone taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @okshu,, @chewryy,, @haecien,, @sobun1est,,

@emmylksblog,, @talkingsaxy,, @thesunsfullmoon,, @chenleszone,, @sxmmerberries,,

@talking-saxy,, @cupidslovearrows,, @dimplewonie

[msmk11]

The Infamous Wings

Sirius Black x fem!reader

WC: 751

CW: Fluff

Summary: Sirius attempts to do his own eyeliner.

Day 18 of mk’s mad dash

Sirius knows he should’ve just asked for your help, but he’s usually too stubborn and proud to do it.

In his defense, doing eyeliner seemed a lot easier than it’s turned out to be. You, at least, make it look easy, always drawing on the two thick, black lines quickly and with ease.

He’s beginning to understand that it’s only easy with a practiced hand. And for the unpracticed? Well, they probably look a lot like Sirius does now- like a raccoon.

Every attempt so far has been a failure.

His first try, he stabbed himself in the eye. And when he tried to rub away the stinging pain, he smeared the still wet eyeliner all over his eyelid.

On Sirius’ second attempt, while he didn’t stab himself, he only managed to draw two squiggles that strayed far from their designated spots by his eyelashes.

He was more successful on his third attempt, drawing a decent, but somewhat shaky, line across each eyelid. Sirius felt quite proud of himself until he attempted to add a wing to his look.

It turned out to be a mistake. With each attempt to even out the poorly drawn wing, the triangle on the side of Sirius’ eye only got bigger and bigger, leaving him to look pretty silly.

Of course, Sirius notes, this is the time you decide to return back to your dorm. Though it’s not unusual to find Sirius waiting for you in your room, the shocked expression that arises on your face when you see your boyfriend’s predicament sends you into a fit of giggles.

“Sirius, what happened to your face?”

“Shut up, don’t laugh at me,” he whines, burying his face in his hands.

Sirius can tell that you’re trying to choke back your laughter, but you’re not doing a very good job of it.

“I’m not laughing at you I’m just-“

He looks at you unimpressed.

“Okay, I am laughing at you. But only because you look very silly. I’m not laughing at you for trying makeup. It’s hard, and I applaud your efforts!”

Sirius grumbles and tosses the eyeliner onto the desk, “it’s pointless, love. I’m never gonna get it.”

You tsk at Sirius and move to stand behind him, gripping his shoulders as you look at his face in the mirror, “It’s really not that bad. Or at least the line part isn’t! And you have to remember it takes tons and tons of practice.”

“You just look so cool with eyeliner on and I wanna look cool too,” he pouts.

“Baby, I already think you look cool. But if you really wanna do eyeliner, I’m happy to help. Ya just had to ask.”

Though Sirius is shy to admit he needs the help, he thanks Merlin that you’re such a wonderful girlfriend and don’t tease him for it.

“Here, I’ll do it on you first, and then you can practice on me, okay?”

You reach out and grab the eyeliner off the desk, looking to Sirius for approval before continuing. He nods, so you make your way around the desk chair to straddle his lap.

His hands instantly gravitate towards your hips, gripping them tightly as you lean in towards his eyes.

“Okay, close your eyes and hold still,” you whisper, your breath fanning his face.

Sirius obliges you and his eyelashes flutter closed. Your fingers come to rest right above and below his eye as the thin, cold pen touches his eyelid. He naturally wants to flinch away but he holds still, squeezing your hips again to maintain his composure.

It doesn’t take you long at all before you’re telling him that you’ve finished and that he can open his eyes.

Sirius is beyond thrilled at what he finds staring back at him in the mirror. Just like when you do your own makeup, the eyeliner is perfect. The lines aren’t shaky, the wings are the perfect size, and it’s just dark enough to bring out the color of his eyes.

“You look so pretty baby,” you mumble softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I love it.”

He truly is in awe.

Not just because of your talent, but because of how good the eyeliner makes him feel in his own skin. He doesn’t think he can ever go back to not wearing it.

And, Sirius decides, even if he never perfects the art of the infamous wings, he’ll always have a pretty girl to sit atop his lap and do it for him.

[xoln04f1xo]

Racing Hearts - OP81

Suggestive

Pairings: Oscar Piastri x Reader

WC: 751

The paddock buzzed with its usual energy, engine roars, clinking tools, and the hum of eager fans lining the barriers. You’d grown used to the sounds, the smells of burning rubber and motor oil clinging to your clothes. It wasn’t glamorous, not entirely, but it was home.

Oscar caught your eye from across the McLaren garage, his race suit pulled down to his waist, the black fireproofs clinging to his lean frame. He wasn’t one to show off, his focus always laser-sharp, but there was something different about him today. His usual shy smile had a teasing edge, and the way he brushed a hand through his dishevelled hair felt intentional.

You were supposed to be working, documenting a behind-the-scenes for the team’s social media channels, but your camera lingered on him far longer than it should have. Through the lens, you caught the way his lips curled into a smirk when he noticed you watching.

“Need a better angle?” His voice was soft, playful, as he stepped closer.

You lowered the camera, your heart racing as his presence filled the space between you. “Just doing my job.”

“Sure you are,” he teased, leaning in just enough that his breath brushed your ear. “But if you’re going to stare, at least let me give you something worth looking at.”

Your cheeks flushed as you fumbled for a response, but Oscar only chuckled, his fingers brushing yours briefly before he turned away. The touch was electric, barely there but leaving a warmth that made you ache for more.

“See you after the session,” he added, glancing back over his shoulder. His eyes burned with unspoken promises, making it clear he wasn’t just talking about strategy meetings.

And with that, he disappeared into the garage, leaving you to catch your breath and wonder how much trouble you’d just gotten yourself into.

The rest of the session was torture. Not because the cars weren’t thrilling as they screamed past on the track, but because Oscar seemed to make it his mission to get under your skin.

You tried to focus on your work, capturing slow-motion shots of pit stops, the tension in the garage, and those iconic paddock moments fans loved. But every time you turned your lens toward Oscar, he was already looking at you, an infuriatingly cocky smirk tugging at his lips.

During a quiet moment in the garage, you tried to busy yourself reviewing footage on your tablet. It was working—until you felt him behind you. His voice was low, just above a whisper.

“Did you get my good side earlier?”

You turned, startled to find him closer than expected, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned casually against the wall. His eyes were warm but laced with mischief, the kind that made your heart skip a beat.

“I don’t think you have a bad side,” you shot back before you could stop yourself.

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by your quick retort. “Flattery, huh? Careful, or I might start thinking you like me.”

The heat rushing to your face betrayed you, but you refused to back down. “I’m just being professional.”

“Professional,” he repeated, stepping closer, his fingers brushing yours as he casually reached for the tablet in your hand. His touch lingered a fraction too long. “Is that what you call staring at me during every pit stop?”

Your breath hitched as he scrolled through your footage, landing on a clip of him adjusting his helmet. It was a good shot—crisp, perfectly framed, but the way he glanced at you over the rim of the visor made your stomach flip.

“I think this one’s my favourite,” he said, tilting the screen so you could see. His voice dropped an octave, the teasing more intimate now. “Or maybe it’s just because I know you were behind the camera, imagining... things.”

“I wasn’t imagining anything,” you lied, your voice shakier than you’d hoped.

“Sure,” he said, handing the tablet back, his fingers grazing yours again. “But just so you know, I’ll be thinking about you next time I’m in the car. You know, in case you want some inspiration for your next shot.”

Before you could respond, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, flustered and utterly unable to focus on anything but the way he’d said “inspiration” like it meant so much more.

And judging by the way he glanced back at you with that same smug smirk, he knew exactly what he was doing.

Masterlist

[gunnerfc]

🎄WOSO FICMAS: Dec. 19 - Stina Blackstenius🎄

Stina Blackstenius x Reader (Arsenal & USWNT) | WC: 751

Dec. 19 prompt - getting snowed in

-> all translations from google!

-> woso ficmas masterlist can be found here!

You were excited to be spending Christmas in Sweden with Stina and her family, having spent the last Christmas in America with your family. The two of you have spent the past two days packing, wanting to make sure you didn’t forget anything essential or anyone’s presents.

You planned to leave for the airport in the morning, wanting to arrive in Sweden a few days before the holiday to have more time to spend in the country. With packing done and bags by the door ready to go bright and early, you and your blonde girlfriend both exhausted from running around all day decided to go to bed a bit earlier, opting to get as much sleep as possible.

It was around 6:30 am when your alarm went off, signaling it was time for you to get up. With a tired groan, you reached for your phone, trying to turn the annoying alarm off. You smiled down at your sleeping girlfriend, hating to have to wake her up.

You lifted your hand to move a piece of blonde hair from her face, leaning down to give her a quick kiss on her forehead before whispering her name a few times. Your smile grew as you watched her eyes finally flutter open.

“god morgon min älskade (good morning, my love),” you whispered, your voice still heavy with sleep.

“god morgon älskling (good morning, darling),” Stina whispered back, sitting up to give you a quick kiss.

The blonde sat up fully to stretch her arms before getting up to go get ready for your day of travel. You watched her the whole time, You're sure you looked like the human version of the heart eyes emoji. When the bathroom door closed, you picked up your phone to double-check your check-in time at the airport. Instead of a flight confirmation, you were met with a cancelation, the reason saying “weather-related cancelation.”

With wide eyes, you shot up from your bed, moving to look out the window. Pulling back the curtains that kept the light out, you were now looking at the ground heavily coated in snow and it continuously falling from the sky with no sign of stopping.

“Babe!” you shouted, eyes still wide in shock over the amount of snow that had fallen while you were asleep. You had checked the weather the night before, not seeing anything about potential snowfall. The bathroom door flew open, your girlfriend’s eyes just as wide as yours.

“Vad?! (what?!)” Stina’s voice full of concern.

“I don’t think we’re going to Sweden,” you mumbled, eyes still trained on the white-covered yard.

You heard your girlfriend mutter a quiet “what” as she walked to the window, coming face to face with the snow. You held up your phone to show her the cancellation of your flights. These fights were found last minute and with no idea of when the snow would be melting, you doubted you would be spending Christmas in Sweden after all.

As you watched your girlfriend’s eyes scan your phone, you saw her bite her lip in an effort to stop tears from forming in her eyes. You pulled the phone from her hands, tossing it on the bed and pulling the blonde into your arms.

“Jag är ledsen, älskling. (I’m sorry, darling/babe.)” you said softly, knowing how much Stina was looking forward to going home for the holidays with you.

Stina pulled away from your body, giving you a small smile and a whispered “it’s okay.”

The Swede moved to get her phone from where it was plugged up on her nightstand, leaving the bedroom to call her family to let them know about the change of plans. You could hear the sadness in her voice as she spoke over the phone. You might not have been able to go to Sweden for Christmas but you were determined to bring ‘Christmas in Sweden’ to London.

You spent the rest of the day googling different Christmas traditions and even texted your other two Swedish Arsenal teammates to get their opinions. You spent the rest of the days leading up to Christmas making sure that your girlfriend felt at home as much as possible. And when Christmas morning rolled around, you made sure to get up first to video call Stina’s family. It wasn't the same as actually being in Sweden but Stina was grateful for the effort you put in to cheer her up. The two of you could always go next year.

[siempre-bucky]

I don’t remember who I was before you with Coyote or Mickey, please!!

Mickey 'Fanboy' Garcia x Reader

summary: Fanboy always thought he had to keep his interest a secret... till he met you.

wc: 751

a/n: I haven't written for mickey in so longI hope you like it

Join my blurb weekend!

Mickey learned from early on that no one gave a shit about his interests. He was an adult, he shouldn’t have liked comic book movies or sci-fi epics that provided him so much comfort as a kid. In high school, he got picked on for the Tie Fighter keychain on his backpack and teased when he talked about the newest comic book he read. In college, he felt like he could finally be himself, so on the first day he placed his Millennium Falcon figurine on his desk in his college dorm room but earned a scathing glance from his new roommate “Keep that kiddie shit locked away, man,” he told him. 

He learned to be almost silent on dates, hiding away the things that he loved for the opportunity to be loved. Mickey went on a date once with a girl who wore a Star Trek shirt to their arcade date, and for once he felt like he could be himself. “I really loved the show from back in the day!” he rambled on and on about one of his favorite shows, and his smile never seemed to fade. Until he saw the grimace on the girl's face in the colorful lights of the arcade. The rant came to a stop and his bright smile faded.  “D-do you have a favorite?” 

“I’ve never seen it. I just liked the design of the shirt. I think all that nerdy shit is weird, to be honest,” she replied nonchalantly. 

It was no surprise that the date was the first and last. But he learned to talk about other things like the weather and current events, shoving his true interests deep down inside his mind. He didn’t want to be labeled the loser in flight school so he made a vow to never let them know even if it meant dimming his light. 

Mickey kept his head low while he was there, only talking when spoken to or when he felt like he could be included. “I like your keychain,” you complimented as you sat across from him in the cafeteria, his star wars keychain hanging from the keychain around his neck. 

Fuck, he thought. He forgot to take it off after spending the weekend with his family. “Oh, it’s alright. It’s my sisters,” he deflected, but you could see the glint in his pretty brown eyes. You smiled knowingly and picked up your fork. 

“Well,” you sighed, “she has really good taste.” 

All he did was nod, perfect teeth biting down on his lower lip to prevent him from saying something stupid or something that would scare you off. “She does,” he said in between bites. 

The way he acted amused you, just squirming in his seat and you instantly thought he was the cutest thing. “Jar Jar’s my favorite character,” you prodded, smirking. 

Mickey’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped. “You’re wrong!” he gasped, pointing his finger. Hook, line, and sinker. You cocked your head and grinned in triumph as he went on an uncontrollable rant–not that you wanted him to stop. 

“My name is Y/N,” you introduced, cutting him off. 

“Mickey, Mickey Garcia.” 

A few years passed, and you and Mickey climbed the ranks and created a little life together after your time at Top Gun. He sat out on your balcony, the ocean peeking through the surrounding tall buildings. “Are you coming back in?” you asked, sliding open the door, “Hangman’s threatening to take the Death Star set home with him.” 

“I’ll hurt him,” he gasped, turning around and putting his arm around your waist, “he knows how long that took me to build.” You giggled and put your head on his shoulder, looking into the living room. There stood his friends, laughing and enjoying their time together in your little place filled with the thing you and Mickey loved. 

A silence quickly fell at the thought of how he got so lucky? “You still with me?” you asked softly. 

“Yeah, mi amor,” he sighed, kissing your forehead, “Jus’ thinking.” 

“About?” 

He swept his tongue along his lower lip before speaking, “I don’t—I don’t remember who I was before I met you,” he admitted, his fingers tapping against your waist. You do, he was quiet and almost shy, he wasn’t Fanboy. He wasn’t the real Mickey. 

“Well,” you started, turning to wrap your arms around his neck and bringing him close, “I love this Mickey.” 

He smiled and pecked your lips, “Good. I love you too, baby.”

[klausinamarink]

Behind The Horizon

rating: T | cw: none | wc: 751 | tags: Annihilation AU, established relationship, vaguely post-canon | prompt: Love is being terrified but not letting that stop you from taking a leap

written for @steddielovemonth, the Annihilation au was inspired by @flowercrowngods's idea

The horizon was on fire.

That was Eddie's first knee-jerk reaction every time he looked outside and his eyes landed on the rippling screen of kaleidoscopic colours. Maybe it was because of the faint wisps curling up and disappearing to the sky like what a smoking fire would do. Maybe it was the way how both ends of the fortification expanded across the landscape with no end on either side.

Fortification. It wasn't technically the right word to call the Shimmer but Eddie kept referring to it as such. It felt more appropriate with how it had appeared out of the blue, completely surrounding the corpse of Hawkins as it had slowly expanded over the years. (Owens said it would be probably two years before the zone reached Indianapolis) Fires that burn and grow infinitely would have to be protecting something on the other side, inside the heart of its newfound castle.

Something that had made Steve into a comatose vessel several floors below Eddie's feet.

"I hope you have made your decision already, Mr. Munson." Owens said, suddenly appearing at his side.

Eddie stared a minute longer at the Shimmer until he could see the multicoloured gleams behind his eyelids. He sucked in a dry breath before he responded, "The deadline's still the same?"

"Fourteen hours from now."

He could still run away. He could still take whatever government-mandated brainwashing machine so he could forget about the new horrors of whatever the Upside Down was brewing next. If it was even the Upside Down. The Shimmer was too beautiful and entrancing to come from a hell dimension of monsters.

But he would end up returning to the same position he was in several days ago, wondering where Steve went and when he would come back home.

Eddie sighed, "Okay."

-

He was allowed to visit Steve one last time, three and half hours before the expedition. Eddie mechanically passed through the hissing plastic doors of the quarantine room, but he was ready to weep by the time he finally reached Steve's side. He wasn't allowed to touch Steve in case his unknown illness was skin-transferred, but Eddie never followed the rules. Besides, he was going to walk into an unknown area with several strangers and old faces that might last months.

Gently, he clasped his hand around Steve's. He almost expected his fiance to tighten the hold but Steve's fingers remained unmoved.

This finally broke Eddie.

He fell to his knees, keeping his hand on Steve as Eddie buried his face into the thin itchy blankets next to Steve's thigh. Quiet sobs racked his body. When a few escaped from his lips, it felt more like he was about to throw up.

"What am I doing?" Eddie pleaded, more to himself than to the silence in the room. He wished Steve could say something. That this would be the moment from the romance dramas where the love interest would open their eyes and whisper something corny like, "How about a kiss to make me feel better?"

Steve's eyes never opened.

But he was still breathing. Eddie watched his chest's rise and fall through teary eyes. He listened carefully to the faint hissing of oxygen and the heart monitor's monotonous beeping as if either machine would reveal their secrets to waking Steve up. His eyes wandered back to the other man's face, which had already paled and sunken more than the last time Eddie had seen him. Awful as he looked, it was better than coughing up bouts of blood after one sip of water.

Eddie doesn't care about his appearance. He always loved Steve, no matter how sick and greasy he looked. He doesn't want to forget his face if he were to face his overdue death on the other side of the fortification.

"When I come back, you better be awake." Eddie whispered as he started to kiss Steve's fingers, lingering on each one of the joints so he could taste and feel the faint pulse under the cold skin.

-

It was early in the morning when the expedition set out.

Eddie was already drenched with sweat before they started trekking to the Shimmer. Now that he was this close than ever, he could hear the growing thrumming of the fortification. Every inch of his body was screaming for him to turn around and run.

But he was too close.

As Eddie stepped through the iridescent barrier, it felt more like he had leapt off the edge into the abyss.

[atimeofyourlife]

Whumptober day 22

rated: t | wc: 751 | prompt: Glass Shard | Vehicular Accident | “Watch out!” Steve is patrolling Hawkins with Robin and Dustin post-s4. But he doesn't see what is after him.

After the earthquake had split Hawkins open, allowing the Upside Down to spill through, patrols were quickly formed to monitor the level of the danger. If it was just the spores spilling through, tainting the air. Or if there were vines creeping out of the cracks severing the town. Or if there were any demo-creatures that had made their way through to cause havoc in Hawkins.

The progression of the Upside Down into Hawkins was slow at first, just the spores filling the air growing thicker by the day. The entire town was provided with masks and warned to avoid the cracks, unless they were given express permission to get closer as part of an authorized patrol. Which was mostly the military and any adult over the age of 18 who had previous experience with the Upside Down. The kids weren't happy that they were being kept out of the most dangerous patrols, but everyone knew it was best for their safety. They were paired with someone older at times to do a general patrol that kept them away from the worst hit areas but still allowed them to feel involved, as it was obvious if they weren't allowed to do something, they would just find a way to get themselves into more trouble.

Steve was out on a general patrol, paired with Robin and Dustin as they weren't going anywhere near any known cracks. They were a little more on edge than usual as there had been some reports of vines starting to creep through, but there was constant use of flamethrowers to burn them back. All of them were armed, just in case. The nail bat, a handgun, knives, Molotov cocktails. Lighters and hairspray to use as a makeshift flamethrower. Just in case anything went wrong, they had to be ready. Also ready with a walkie to call in an emergency, and to check in every fifteen minutes.

They were patrolling along the train tracks, heading for the junkyard. It put Steve on edge, as it seemed that every time he went near the junkyard, it was Upside Down related. He would never forget how it felt to put himself between a pack of demodogs and thirteen year old Max, Dustin, and Lucas, with only the nail bat to defend them with. It was possibly the most scared he'd ever felt, even worse than the uncertainty of the Russian base. There had been so many of them, he had seriously thought that they weren't going to make it out alive.

The wind whistling through the trees making them all a little jumpy, as the sound would come out of nowhere. They reached the end of the track, all of them hesitant to step into the open space. Unsure of what could be hiding in the broken cars scattered around.

"I'll go first, you guys stay close behind me and keep a good look out." Steve said after a few seconds. He waited for Robin and Dustin's agreement before he stepped forward, the others a couple of steps behind him.

Steve scanned the space carefully, his bat at the ready. He led them across the space as quickly as possible, not wanting to be caught in the open space with nothing to hide behind. Steve checked around the first car, and once it was clear he told Dustin and Robin to wait there for him.

Steve slowly moved between the other vehicles, checking everywhere for something out of place. He startled at a movement in the front of one burnt out car, but quickly realized that it was a stray cat as it hissed at him before running off. He reached the bus and felt the most nervous. This was where he had faced down what felt like hundreds of demodogs. He hit the side of the bus with the bat, wanting to hear if there was any movement before he stepped in. He scanned the space quickly and couldn't see anything. His attention was diverted as he stepped out, hearing something on the other side of the clearing. He d to make his way over, catching sight of something moving, something bigger than  a cat.

"Steve, watch out!" He heard Robin and Dusting scream.

"Not right-" He started to say, but was cut off with a scream as something pounced on him. He turned his head, and realized it was a demodog. He tried to fight against it, but it seemed fruitless as the monster opened its gaping maw.

[minorisato]

bind

pokemon / NA / wc: 751 / warnings: NA / notes: this was one of my submissions for the @pokepodproject ! you can also read it on my ao3. / consider commissioning me!

Angie shivered, a cold gust of air hitting her face, blowing her hair back. She adjusted her hoodie, where it had previously been half undone it was now zipped all the way, though in reality, it did little to help fend off the chill.

That's just how cold fronts are, she supposed. It's a bit frustrating- it's not like she's in Unova. Cold weather isn't exactly common where she is. She definitely isn't prepared for it- and neither is her Pinsir, Jax.

It was just sad. Jax would normally walk alongside her- some would walk with Growlithes or Lillipups, but Angie had always loved bug types. Of course she would want Jax, her treasured ace, to walk alongside her. The weather, though, seemed to have other plans. Pinsirs are known to live in warmer areas, and the reason why is very simple- they can't move when it gets too cold. Yes, while Jax would normally trot along right at Angie's side, the cold weather made this an impossibility. Instead, he would stay in his Pokeball while Angie walked between buildings, and, if a bus was exceptionally warm, he might get let out then, too.

It was frustrating for Angie, who missed spending time with her friend, and it was clearly starting to effect Jax as well- he didn't like being stuck inside his Pokeball, and Angie could see why. If she was trapped in a small ball all day, she'd get pretty antsy, too. He had to get out! Stretch his legs! Move around a little! But the cold air was complicating things for the both of them.

When one day, on a bus, (which was sadly too cold for Jax to be let out,) Angie noticed something. Or, moreso, multiple somethings.

Jolteon in a scarf.

Rockruff with paw gloves.

Manectric in a little jacket.

These sorts of things, they were made for small, four-legged Pokemon. They were few and far between for larger Pokemon, (and usually intended for winged dragon types when they did appear,) and there were certainly not any for a Pokemon of Pinsir's stature. But, hey, what if Angie could improvise?

After finishing her classes for the day, Angie returned to the bus, and found it warm enough that she could reasonably let Jax out of his Pokeball.

"Pin?" Jax let out questioningly, stretching his limbs and flexing his horns as he looked up at Angie.

Angie smiled down at him, petting the spot between his horns. "We're just gonna make one little extra stop. We'll be back home soon."

"Siiiiir," Jax says, sounding moderately displeased.

"I know," Angie sighs, moving to carefully scratch right below one of his horns, which he seemed to enjoy, closing his eyes and leaning into the touch. "You'll like this, though. You'll have fun."

Angie and Jax enjoyed sitting together in the warm bus while they had the opportunity, though it didn't last all too long, as soon enough, the bus pulled up to the stop Angie had been waiting for. With a quick apology and one last pet, Angie returned Jax to his Pokeball. She'd make this walk as quick as she possibly could- she already took the bus as close as she could get, so it's just a short walk left. Just a little longer.

Finally, it came into view. A used goods store.

Upon stepping inside, Angie was immediately hit by blessedly warm air, and she quickly reached for Jax's Pokeball. Immediately upon coming out, he seemed happy about how warm it was, though confused about the location. He let out a questioning noise, using an arm to gesture to the entirety of the store, as though to ask what's up with this?

"Surprise!" Angie smiles, also reaching out, showing off the store as if it was a new car on a Unovan gameshow. "We're buying you clothes!"

"Pin?!" Jax asks, seeming surprised.

"We need to get you some warm clothes," Angie tells him, "so that you can hang out even when it's cold."

"Pins-sir?" Jax questions.

Angie glances away a bit nervously, though still, she smiles at him. "Well, no, they're human clothes. They don't really make Pokemon clothes that would fit you," Angie explains. "But it's okay! We'll find something really cute for you!"

"Pi-pin," Jax says, pressing it's horns into Angie's side. Not clamping down, just a gentle headbutt, as though in imitation of a nuzzle.

Angie chuckles, petting the bug type's head. "I love you too, buddy. Let's get you something warm to wear."

[adenei]

Half of My Heart

Part 2/follow-up/who knows, but a one-shot all on its own that can TOTALLY stand alone to Sparks Fly

For @cruelsummer-ficfest microfic mayhem

Song: Half of My Heart Ship: Romione WC: 751

Read on AO3

February 1995

Then you come on crashing in

Like the realest thing

Tried my best to understand

All that your love can bring

“Ron, will you hold on, please!” Hermione calls as he stalks down the corridor, ignoring her. “I told you there must be some misunderstanding!

He turns toward her and scoffs. “Misunderstanding. Right. So, I should assume that Harry choosing me as his ‘person he’d miss the most’ is also a misunderstanding?”

Not bothering to wait for an answer, he keeps moving, ducking into the first open doorway they come across. Unfazed, Hermione follows him in.

“I don’t want to be the person he misses most. Don’t you get that?” She hisses. Her voice echoes throughout the space and she realizes they’re in the boys’ bathroom. She should leave. She doesn’t belong there, but she doesn’t.

“He’s certainly not the person I’d miss the most.”

Cornered, Ron turns, eyeing the door behind her. “Sure, keep telling yourself that.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You know damn well what I’m talking about! Stop pretending like you don’t know. It’s obvious you fancy him. You were practically sitting in his lap after the task!”

Heat rises in her cheeks. “I was not, Ronald! My backside was firmly planted on the dock and I kept having to slide away every time he’d lean in closer. You’re just seeing what you want.” 

Hermione shudders. Why won’t he believe her? Is it his way of trying to forget their conversation and near-kiss after the Yule Ball? Does he not fancy her, after all? Was it all out of pity? Or was it guilt? Her heart sinks at the possibility. How can he be so nonchalant about everything when her mind has been constantly spinning?

“Well, still,” Ron blubbers. “Clearly, something’s going on between the two of you, so maybe you should go—”

“No. I’ve made myself perfectly clear. I am not interested in him. And I’m rather perturbed that we’re having this discussion again.” 

Hermione doesn’t know where the brazenness is coming from, but she refuses to back down. Not after Ron refuses to acknowledge what’s between them.

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t keep getting caught with him.”

“Getting caught with—you can’t be serious!”

Ron simply shrugs and attempts to brush past her, leaving her alone. But she doesn’t let him. This time, she’s the one to grab his arm to prevent him from leaving.

“Perhaps it would help if I told you who I’d miss the most. Maybe that would change your mind over whatever this is.”

“I doubt it,” he grumbles, but makes no further effort to move.

They stare at each other, neither moving until Hermione’s gaze drifts down and settles on Ron’s mouth. Does she dare?

All she’s been able to think about for the past two months are the way Ron’s lips felt against hers. She’s dreamt about how a true kiss from him might feel more times than she can count. And now, even though they’re arguing again, she can’t resist the urge to find out. He made the first move last time. Now, it’s her turn.

With one step forward, she leans up on her toes, arms reaching up as her fingers tangle in his hair, pulling his head down so his lips crash into hers. They’re soft, yet firm. Somehow, he still tastes of chocolate and bacon even though they’ve been floating at the bottom of the lake for hours. 

For a split second, she regrets everything because he doesn’t move. But something must snap inside of his brain; the next thing she knows, his hands settle on her waist. Hermione presses her lips into his, making her intentions clear and he responds in kind. Before she can allow herself to be swept away, though, Hermione pulls back, resolving that if he wants her, he can make the next move.

But even as she pulls away, she pauses. Their foreheads still touch when she whispers, “It’s you. You’re the one I’d miss the most.”

And then, in the blink of an eye, she pulls away and heads for the door without looking back. Though she knows it’s far-fetched to believe he’ll run after her, she still hopes that maybe she won’t have to wait months to kiss him again.

Half of my heart's got a grip on the situation

Half of my heart takes time

Half of my heart's got the right mind to tell you

That I can't keep loving you

With half of my heart

[writersmorgue]

Febuwhump Day 28 - "No... not like this"

TWs in tags || read on Ao3 || wc: 751

◈━◈━◈━◈━◈

The halls are empty as Katsuki sprints through them, almost eating shit around the last corner trying to shortcut it. 

The classroom door is shut, which means Aizawa is already inside and probably already lecturing. 

He pauses in front of the door, taking a breath. 

He’s in the final month of his final year at UA and he slept through his alarm. He didn’t even know he could do that. 

Only a handful of days has he not made it to class, and for most of them, he was either kidnapped or in the hospital. Plus the few months when there was no school during the war, but that doesn’t matter. 

Steeling himself, he slides the door open, lowering his head in apology. 

The room is silent, which is unacceptable, so he starts rambling like a loser. 

“Sorry, won’t happen again.”

“Get out.” A loud, stern voice booms at him. 

His head shoots up, nostrils flaring in anger and surprise, “What-!”

Voice catching in his throat, he stops cold. His classmates were nowhere to be found, only a handful of police officers and several of the pro-hero teachers. 

Aizawa seems to be the one who spoke, quirk activated and hair levitating partially off his shoulder. His capture weapon is drawn in one hand as he stomps forward aggressively, crowding Katsuki back against the door. ”How did you-?“ He growls, shaking his head, “You need to leave.”

“Eh?!” Katsuki pushes forward, skirting around his teacher, “We’re supposed to have class. What the hell is going on?”

The police officers are all looking at him, some with their hands resting on their weapons. 

“Young Bakugo-“ All Might calls, shifting uncomfortably on his feet. His sunken eyes are noticeably red and puffy, and he has a crumpled tissue clutched at his chest. 

“That’s Bakugo?” One of the officers mutters, stepping forward. 

Midnight glares at the man, “You know there’s nothing you can do. Do not engage.” She spits. 

“But-“ Another one pipes up, quickly shut down like the other. 

”Bakugo, you need to leave. Your classmates are at Ground Beta.” Aizawa repeats, pressing a solid hand on his shoulder. Not asking, but commanding. 

Katsuki flinches back, so thrown off and confused beyond belief. 

Why do they have the fucking cops here? It’s a school full of pros…

His eyes dart around and catch on a strange sheet-covered lump in one of the chairs. 

“What’s that?” He asks aloud, stepping unconsciously toward it. 

It looks like a person is sitting under it, head slumped to the side. 

He counts the chairs. 

Third from the back, right behind his own chair. 

That’s… 

“Is that-?” He jerks his shoulder out of Aizawa’s grip, ignoring the capture weapon that wraps around his waist and tugs. 

He shoots his quirk at it, ignoring the burning feeling on his own torso, and stumbles forward. 

Pushing the last desk in his way, he grabs the edge of the strange plastic material and pulls. 

The figure in the desk slumps over as well, Katsuki catching it at the last second and pushing it back upright. 

Green curls spring into their normal form when the fabric is removed. 

Deku’s dumbass tie is sticking to the side at a weird angle. His white shirt is stained red with blood. 

Katsuki physically recoils, acid gathering in his throat as he makes a horrible gasping noise and wretches to his side. 

“Fuck- get him out of here,” Aizawa calls, letting Mic grab him bodily and drag him to the other side of the room away from his friend. 

“Come on, Listener.” He says softly, voice thick. 

“No- NO!” Katsuki shouts, scrabbling against the hero. He manages to knee the guy in the gut hard enough to escape. 

Izuku’s glassy eyes are staring blankly towards the desk. A dull glint of silver metal tells Katsuki all he needs to know. 

“He- he fuckin… No, he wouldn’t!” He cries, reaching out for Izuku’s face. 

In his peripheral, he sees a purple mist seep into the air. 

“Not like this, Izuku, not like this!” He lets the exhaustion take control of his body and falls forward, burying his face into Deku’s chest. 

There’s a distressed noise from the other side of the room, which is quickly shushed. 

As he drifts off, he hears Aizawa speak. 

“He won’t have another opportunity. Leave him.”

Katsuki sobs into Izuku’s shirt, mumbling whispered pleas and apologies as he lets sleep take him over. 

And when he wakes up, Izuku will be gone forever.

[slytherinshua]

　　　zerobaseone masterlist ⟡₊ ⊹

⋆˙⟡ = author's pick !

　　　　jiwoong

nothing yet . . .

　　　　zhang hao

my heart returns ⋆˙⟡

genre: slight angst. fluff. whisper of the heart au. | wc: 1.3k.

　　　　hanbin

intertwined souls, clashing lips (pt 1) ⋆˙⟡

genre: vampire au. fluff. | wc: 997.

the night where it ended (req) (pt 2) ⋆˙⟡

genre: vampire au. angst. | wc: 3.7k.

rebord, undead (pt 3) ⋆˙⟡

genre: vampire au. undead au. angst. fluff. | wc: 1.3k.

　　　　matthew

husband material (req)

genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 751.

　　　　taerae

nothing yet . . .

　　　　quanrui

nothing yet . . .

　　　　gyuvin

boy of my dreams (req)

genre: fluff. headcanons. | wc: 814.

summer's #1 perk (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 1k.

　　　　gunwook

why are you ignoring me ?

genre: fluff. | wc: 739.

you, me, and bulbasaur ⋆˙⟡

genre: fluff. | wc: 700.

soft thoughts !

one

　　　　yujin

2am crisis (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: comfort. sickfic. | wc: 1k.

death's longing (req) ⋆˙⟡

genre: angst. | wc: 1.7k.

[jahayla-parker]

when r u actually gonna post

Everyone I’d appreciate it if you read this notice/message to the end 🖤

Soon I promise! I’ve got Crushing Plans coming your guys’ way reaaaallyy soon.

It’s over 25k wc and (therefore) multiple parts/ a mini series!

I’m excited for you guys to read it once it’s finished being evaluated by @ell0ra-br3kk3r and I’ve edited it post-review 🖤

I think it’ll make up for the delay, but again I want to reiterate pushing artists to release material before it’s ready isn’t okay.

It’s disrespectful, inconsiderate, and often only makes the artist less inclined to work on it as it now seems like a task instead of hobby.

I don’t get paid for writing and sharing my creations with everyone.

Yet, I choose to make the time to write long and detailed stories to the best of my ability that hopefully allow fandoms to see their headcannons come to life the way they wanted.

I do this for free even though I could be using that time to do other work that I’d get paid for.

And while it might not seem like it, even a “short” fic takes time.

I’m not great at doing “short” writings even when I try, nor do I want to be; I’d rather let myself be creative and get it all out into the world.

So, this fic, for example, like many others I’ve written and shared for free, are long.

An average novel by a YA genre author contains on average 50,000-70,000 words. Whereas adult fiction novels typically range from 70,000-120,000.

Authors often take years writing these books, and are well compensated.

I’m doing this for free and in as quick of a turnaround as I can while still ensuring quality writing.

This fic for example is 26, 751 words before my pending edits.

In other words, I’ve written (and will be sharing at no cost) nearly 1/3 of a novel in this work/request alone.

That’s a lot of time and energy.

All outside of my other responsibilities and my actual source of income.

So, please, I beg.

I don’t come on here asking commission for the work I make for you guys, so please just be respectful of my time and know I’m trying my best to please you all.

[edupunkn00b]

It Could Always Be Worse, Ch. 9: Ships at a Distance

Butterfly universe version of Happily Ever After, Ships at a Distance.

Prev - Ships at a Distance - All - [ AO3 ]

WC: 751 - Rating: T - CW: angst, closeted

"Ships at a distance have every man's wish on board." - Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)

Logan looked up from his laptop. It was dark outside. He leaned back and stretched, reaching his arms over his head and bending his shoulders back until he felt a few joints pop. He took a deep breath and checked to see how much coffee he had left in the mug in front of him. Empty.

He shrugged and stood, walking over to the coffee maker. He poured another cup and leaned back against the counter, sipping at the hot, bitter liquid. He had the house completely to himself tonight, even Remy was out at an ex-girlriend's graduation party. Logan shook his head. At least I did something right with him. Remy's managed to stay friends with every single one of his ex-girlfriends.

Logan checked the time. Not quite nine o'clock. Topping off his coffee, Logan brought his mug back to the table, re-reading his notes. He'd wrap this up and then think about bed.

Logan picked up the first case file, re-opening it and scanning the opening motion. At least Janus' cases were engaging. As Attorney in Charge at the firm, Janus tended to take on the thorniest issues and, while Logan knew was likely selected merely because he was one of the few attorneys at his level who Janus had not invited to his anniversary party, he also knew his boss wouldn't have entrusted him with the work if he had believed him to be inadequate.

For the tiniest fraction of a second, Logan closed his eyes and reached out to touch the sharp pang that had been poking at his heart ever since Janus asked him to cover his cases. He felt the edges of it, the cutting, stinging knowledge that the rest of his team was at Janus' anniversary party at that moment. Logan gulped at his coffee, pushing away the thought and focused on the work in front of him. It was fine.

Reviewing the notes, Logan assured himself that he had the key points memorized, and had the basic facts of the case and full supporting evidence at his fingertips. He nodded to himself. He was ready. Logan saved his work, then snapped the laptop closed. He looked up at the time on the coffee maker.

11:45 PM

His eyes involuntarily bounced up to the staircase. The icy rock in the pit of his stomach grew.

Logan's phone suddenly buzzed and he picked it up. It was a text from Remy.

𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙰 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚝. 𝚑𝚝𝚝𝚙𝚜://𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚘𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗.𝚘𝚛𝚐/𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜/𝟷𝟷𝟹𝟼𝟷𝟽𝟸𝟿

Curiosity piqued, and grateful for distraction from the empty bedroom waiting for him upstairs, Logan clicked the link. After the page loaded, he stared at the screen, blinking for a moment. A Doctor Who story? Online? He took another sip of his coffee and started to read.

~~~Epilogue~~~

At the party

Jacinta read over Remy's shoulder, then gave him a little squeeze. "Your dad's gonna be cool with this. You just need to give him a chance."

”I mean, yeah, I know you're probably right." Remy stared at the unsent text on his phone screen, gnawing at his lower lip. "And... I know I shouldn't have let him think that you were my girlfriend... It was just... easier than telling him the truth."

"Doesn't your dad, like, work in an LGBTQ law firm?" Jacinta tilted her head, frowning at her best friend.

”Well, yeah, but... We never talk about it." Remy leaned his head back on Jacinta's shoulder, frowning. "We never talk about anything but grades or grocery lists or Doctor Who. I don't know what he actually thinks about anything real.”

"So here's your chance to talk to him. Send him the story. It'll raise the topic, and then when he says something positive about it and about how supportive Twelve is with Bill's sexuality," she grabbed his chin, giving it a gentle shake while she met his eyes. "Then you tell him."

Remy stared at the screen for one more minute, double-checking that he had the right link. Then he took a deep breath and hit Send.

--- This is the story Remy sent to his dad: Proud, by color of my mind. Summary: Set anytime between The Pilot and World and Enough Time. The Doctor decides to surprise Bill with a special trip to the future that honors the past. It's short and fluffy and lovely and you don't need to know anything about Doctor Who to appreciate and love it.