#AHHHH!!! Thank you again for your questions friend!!!

[sass-squat]

Have any of the other Links seen Legend pull on his feathers? If so how did they react to seeing it for the first time? Also if they do know that he pulls when upset do they try getting his mind somewhere else like Warriors teasing him or the others allowing him to preen them?

Hello my friend! Excellent question! The answer is yes, everyone in the group has seen Legend pull at his feathers at LEAST once because it's kind of second nature to him now. Now the level of extremity they've seen of his plucking does vary between different Links however. For example, Time and Sky are the main ones who see him when he's REALLY bad to the point where he needs physical intervention because he's literally shaking and bleeding from it, whereas the younger members like Wind and Four usually only ever really see the "fidgeting" side of it.

You can basically compare his everyday feather fiddling as the equivalent of somebody biting their fingernails or repeatedly picking at a scab wound. It's usually not too bad, and it's a minor inconvenience at worst, but the severity of it can change depending on circumstances and can become a real problem if left alone.

As for how the others reacted to seeing his plucking for the first time, it actually wasn't that exciting or significant of an experience! The only one who was really concerned from the beginning was our resident bird lover Sky, mainly because he's had experience in seeing how that behavior can escalate into a real problem in both Loftwings and Hylians alike.

Now this is not to shame or underestimate the observational and emotional skills of the other Links by any means! In their defense, when they first saw Legend fiddling with his feathers it seemed to be a very casual, normal experience for him and they genuinely saw no harm in it. Again, it's like watching somebody absentmindedly biting their fingernails or picking at a scab. You don't usually put much thought into it.

However, once they witnessed his first really bad "episode" since joining the group, their opinions regarding the matter completely changed. Now, whenever the others start to notice him spiraling, they often act in many of the ways you listed! Whether they're teasing him or simply offering to spar with him, their ultimate goal is to distract him and keep his mind and hands busy. Any other efforts such as forcibly trying to make him rest or forcing him to talk about it usually just results in more yelling and fighting than actually helping, so they try to focus their efforts more on distraction rather than confrontation. This has resulted in many preening sessions that were...harsher than they needed to be and resulted in a lot more discomfort rather than actual helping, but the others are more than happy to make those sacrifices for their brother.

Anyways, I just wanted to say thank you again for all of your questions!!! I'm always more than happy to go into more detail if you have any further questions or theories! :D

[quixotical-lymbo]

Hi ! Just discovered you through your D-16 x reader fic and your writing is MWAH MWAH yummy 😋 ahhhh thank youuu, I've been craving for tf one fics, I want to request a short fic with D-16, Orion Pax and Gn! Reader who's a racer from that various reader prompts you posted awhile ago? Anything else is up to you! Go wild

Thank youuuu 🫶💐

Pairing: D-16, Orion Pax x gn!racer!Reader Rating: SFW Summary: Showcasing your appreciation for your fans leads to an unlikely encounter.  Warnings/Tags: Pre-canon, cybertronian!reader with a cog, size difference, awkward flirting??, forehelm kisses, and fluff.  A/N: Aww ty for the love! Hope you enjoy :) Word Count: 800+ words 

"What are we doing back here?" Came a rushed whisper from one bot. 

"What does it look like, genius? We're here to meet, ___."

"What?! You said you wanted to show me something, not break into a racer's personal quarters!"

"Psh, I bet they meet all sorts of fans back here all the time, besides, I'm sure they won't mind the bot they blew a kiss at to come and meet them backstage." 

"...you mean me?" 

"You?" 

"They blew the kiss at me."

"My friend, you need to get your optics checked, I'm pretty sure that kiss was meant for-" 

Orion didn't get to finish his sentence when the door to your quarters opened and your shiny figure stepped out and into the hallway. You glanced down at your newly filed digits before glancing up to spot two small, cogless bots standing in front of you. 

"...." 

"..."

"Why, hello there…where did you two come from?" Your voice was as warm as the sweetest energon and caused the tense mechs to ease up. You crouched before the two and placed your servos on your knee pads. One mech was blue and red, a lot more colorful in appearance and personality compared to his standoffish, silver colored mech companion. They were obviously miners from what you could tell from their chipped paint and dusty frames. 

The blue and red mech cleared his throat and prepared to speak until he was nudged back by his friend.

"We were lost! Yeah, we didn't mean to come…all the way here," The silver mech gave his friend a side-optic glare. 

"Could you help us find our way out?" The red mech briefly met his companion's shocked expression with a teasing smirk before switching his bright gaze onto you. "The name's Orion Pax, this mech over here is-"

 

"-D-16, nice to meet you…I'm…your biggest fan! I've been to almost all of your races and-" D-16 stammered out his introduction and seemed to be digging a further hole for himself as he rambled on. His friend watched with a familiar fondness before he snapped his gaze to the racer when their bell-like laugh rang out. 

"Aren't you two the cutest fans I've met," You cooed before pushing yourself up to stand. "I'll show you the way out, follow me." 

Orion pumped a servo when you turned away and winked at D-16 as he went to walk by your side. D-16 only rolled his optics and quickly went to catch up. 

“So, ____, how do you win like all the time?” Orion started the conversation. 

“Practice makes perfect,” You replied with a smile. 

“And what do you do when you lose?” Came the interesting inquiry from the silver mech. Realizing how his question might imply something bad, “I mean, how do you deal with the pressure of needing to be the best? I couldn't imagine having all those optics on me at all times.” 

You giggled and mulled over his question for a few nanokliks. “Well, I suppose I don't beat myself up about losing a race, after all the races would be boring if my rivals weren't on my level.” 

“Right! Makes sense. I, uh, thank you." D-16 felt his face plate warm as your bright optics made contact with his. 

"You're welcome, thank you two for seeing me,” You stopped when the exit came into view. “I haven't had this much fun in a while, I hope to see you too at the finish line again.” 

“We'll be there, ” Orion nodded as he nudged D-16 toward the exit. 

D-16 bit his bottom derma before turning back around and walking over to you. 

“Can…can I get a signature?” 

You blinked before your dermas curved in happiness at the timid request made by the mech. You see, instead of signing merch the regular way, you usually left your ‘mark’ on any special fan who caught your attention. It was a very rare occurrence which is why those bots claimed they'd never wash the mark off. 

 You crouched down and tilted the mech's helm back by curling a digit under his chin. D-16's breath was caught in his intake as your dermas pressed against his helm. He stood there frozen even when Orion came to his side and asked for a mark as well.

You obliged and kissed his helm as well. 

Orion leaned into it as you pulled away, you stifled a laugh as you booped his nose to snap the red and blue mech out of his daze. 

“Well…I'll see you two at the next race,” You mused before turning to leave. 

Orion and D-16 were standing there, pedes frozen to the ground as they processed the previous events. 

“Guess that blown kiss was meant for both of us.” 

D-16 only rolled his optics before smacking Orion's arm.

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[papaya-twinks]

hi if you still open for a request, can i req lando x best friend reader who really insecure about the size of her small 🍒 and lando kinda offer her to massage them regularly so that they can grow of course it cant but lando is just a perv

if you are not comfortable with this theme you can skip this req thank you so much 🫶🏻

Warnings: kinda dark themes, perverted!lando, innocent reader

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader

A/N - I’m trying not to make this, like, offensive, but idk sorry y’all (also I love dark ahhhh fics send more)

You were a perfectly beautiful girl, there was nothing about you that wasn’t gorgeous. Well, in your eyes, there was one. Your tits. They weren’t very small, but smaller than most girls, and they’d always made you insecure, no matter how many times your best friend had tried to change your mind.

You groaning, reaching behind you and clutching your white tank top from behind, tightening it round your dress. You almost couldn’t tell you had any tits. “Y/N,” Lando rolled his eyes as he watched you from the bed, putting his phone down and staring at you. “Yeah?” you called, not really paying attention as you frowned at your body.

“You’re doing it again,” he said, voice almost irritated. “Doing what?”. He raised an eyebrow at your question, shaking, his head. “Your tits are fine,” he said, sighing, “but, is it really that big of a deal?”. Lando was your best friend, but he wasn’t a girl. He didn’t understand the struggle of it. “Yes, it is,” you sighed, shaking your head. “I read something about making them grow, actually,” his face momentarily darkened before going back to usual.

“Yeah?” your attention now fully on him, your eyes brightening hopefully. Ever the innocent one, weren’t you? “Massages,” he shrugged, “if you massage them, it helps them grow,”. This evidently wasn’t true, anyone could see that, except, well, you. “Really?” your face sparkled as you walked to the bed. “It can?”. He nodded to you, a small smile on your face.

“I could help out,” he said, voice nonchalant, as you were oblivious to his true intentions. “Oh, yes please!” you grinned, sitting on the bed in front of him. The massages were ‘daily’ in his words, he’d need to do it once a day, and it started off as his hands running over your breasts through your tank top, before he decided it would be better without the bra.

“It helps the circulation,” he’d said to you, and you’d obliged, removing your top and sitting back, your body between his legs. Naturally, his big hands cupped your tits easily, holding them steady as he kneaded the flesh gently. “Y/N, it’d be easier without the bra, right?” Lando asked you, once again with your body between his. “Hm?” you looked up from your phone.

“Without the bra,” he repeated, “it’d be easier,”. He was right, wasn’t he? Lando was always right. He’d made sure you knew that multiple times. His hand was already on the clip of your bra, without even asking to see what you’d say as you nodded. “I guess,”. Ever the oblivious one.

[miniimight]

aaa hello!! as an izuku stan i am flocking to your account bcs he's just so cute and i love how you write him!! would it be okay to request an Izuku centric scenario where he has a partner that just loves listening to his rambling? where everyone else would kinda brush it off and he gets used to being ignored, his partner attentively listens and he doesn't know so when they bring up something he was talking about in his rambling he's like 😮❓ all surprised and cute 😭 thank you!!

❝ YOU WERE LISTENING ?! ❞ izuku's surprised you paid attention

with izuku

notes ahhhh this request is so cute awww <3

you had asked izuku whatcha up to, baby? an hour ago. he was still answering that question. something about reviewing sidekick applications?

you were sitting on the couch, leaning on the handle as izuku sat below you, papers sprawled all over the ground. he found each one enthralling for so many reasons, which he explained to you in great detail.

izuku had enough friends to know that his rambling was a little over-the-top, sometimes. more often than not, he was shut down or left alone to wear out. he got used to it, even learned to control it just a bit. the rambling only made everyone around him annoyed or awkward, and he was inclined to avoid that.

he knew you were just looking attentive, but was glad you thought about his feelings. he felt comfortable rambling around you, knowing you'd smile, nod, and encourage him to continue.

so here he was, after work, leaning back on your thighs as he skimmed through the reports again. "and it's not even that their quirk is weak. not at all, actually. it's rather powerful considering they're fresh out of UA. i just think they've just never had a chance to get gear optimized for their abilities. for example, a device that would focus their wide-ranged quirk would greatly benefit them in close combat situations..."

"it'd probably help with collateral damage, too, huh?" you mused.

"exactly! besides—"

"your agency has more than enough resources to craft whatever device they need, and the time to train them with it." you smiled at the back of his head.

he put down the papers and slowly turned around, a suspicious look plastered on his face. "right..." he narrowed his eyes.

you fought a chuckle and brushed some of the curls from his face. "making them a great candidate for a sidekick." you couldn't help but smirk. "am i close?"

"you're..." izuku rose to his feet, leaning over you with hands firmly placed on either side of your body. "absolutely right!" his demeanor completely shifted as he withdrew from his position, pacing in front of you.

you chuckled. "why do you seem so surprised?"

"you were listening?!" he exclaimed, in honest shock, a huge grin on his face.

you smiled but your eyes read confusion. "of course, izu. i always listen when you talk." you thought he knew that??

"but—" he paused, trying to remember all the times he's rambled with you around. "why didn't you say anything?!"

you laughed, almost incredulous. guess he didn't know. he was so adorable it made you want to explode. "i did! you probably didn't hear me."

"oh my god." he whispered. perhaps he was just too enthralled in the topics to notice your contributions.

you got off the couch and pulled his arms from their thinking position to his sides. hand in hand, his thumb brushed over your knuckles as he sighed.

"i thought you were just pretending to pay attention." izuku smiled, his emerald eyes meeting yours. "you know, like everyone else."

you scoffed, crossing your arms in an over-dramatic show of offense. "well, i'm not everyone."

izuku's heart warmed at your words, manifesting in a grin that hurt his jaw. he enveloped you in a hug, crossed arms and all, pressing his cheek to yours and he cooed, "no. no, you're not."

you were his, and everyday there was something new that reminded him.

© miniimight ! thanks for reading <3

[burnyouwithacigarettelighter]

I was wondering if you do fluff/sfw fics, I love your writings! If so I would request some domestic fluff with one of cillians characters, I'm a sucker for that cute cuddly shit. <3

VISIONS OF SUCH SWEET DAYS ─── neil lewis 𖦹

ೃ⁀➷ “I hold you like the first time. I love your heart and all that you are. When I think of us it seems absurd to not believe in eternity.” — a letter to Albert Camus, María Casares.

pairing. neil lewis x reader

summary. domestic headcanons w/neil lewis!

warnings. tooth-rotting fluff, married life, domesticity, mutual pining, bestfriends-to-lovers

word count. 2.4k

a/n. ik this probably won’t get much attention cus theres no smut but this was sm fun to write!!! tysm anon & im so sorry requests are taking long to do😭schools taking precedent for me atm! also this wasn’t proofread i apologize😓 lastly, the title is from “apocalypse” by cigarettes after sex :)

P.S. THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR 2000 FOLLOWERS AHHHH I LOVE U GUYS SM!!!

Being in a relationship with Neil Lewis doesn’t change a thing at all. Your dynamic has stayed the same since you were just friends: you two were like an old married couple-- even before you did get married. 

For years, it made Jonathan and Lucien wrinkle their noses, and you ponder about the matter often, how lovey-dovey you two had actually been without even realizing it…

🎬 you used to visit him at work with takeout after he complained about forgetting his lunch over the phone. he’d light up when you walked in, why’re you here?! on his tongue before you lifted up the plastic bag, and he’d smile that boyish smile of his, warm and appreciative and so neil, the same sweet neil you’d known since you were young. 

“forget your lunch again, neil?” you’d grin. “i bet you could recite the seventh seal word by word but forget if you brushed your teeth this morning.” “you wound me!” he’d press a hand to his heart, theatrically pretending he’d gotten stabbed, “you don’t have to bet— i can recite the seventh seal word by word.”

🎬 when his washer broke, and he was too busy to get it fixed, you offered to wash his laundry for him. obviously, the thought of you handling his clothes — his intimates — had him mortified, so he suggested he just come over to yours and put a load in instead. still, the day dissolved into the two of you folding your laundry side by side, humming nostalgic tunes alongside your handheld radio. 

“oh, god, change the station,” he’d groan, haphazardly tossing one of his newly rolled up tube socks into a plastic laundry bin. “hm? how come?” you questioned absently. “they’re playing that song, y’know— from homecoming?” “when that girl -- what was her name, again? -- dumped you?” “ugh, don’t remind me and please, just change it already!”

🎬 with adulthood came change, and honestly, the two of you didn’t get to see each other as often as you wanted, so neil proposed that you spend at least one night a week eating dinner together. once, you decided to cook instead of eating out, but neil got impatient. he wandered over to your figure in the kitchen, whining that he was about to keel over and die since you were taking so long. you rolled your eyes, but relented, holding up the wooden spoon and letting him taste-test, asking if it was too salty or too sweet. maybe it was because he was hungry, or your food was something so nostalgic and familiar to him, but he absolutely melted at the taste, singing praises the entire night. 

🎬 sometimes you & neil’s movie-nights would drift off a little too late into the night, and the two of you would fall asleep on his couch together. you’d wake up, a strained, uncomfortable tangle of limbs and blankets, but you still felt right at home— snug against neil’s warm body, his familiar scent clinging to your skin. 

🎬 since neil rarely got out of the house, you made it your mission to expose that man to the sunlight as much as possible; you didn't exactly want your bestfriend to get jaundice because he was binge-watching humphrey bogart's entire filmography for days in a row. you’d take him everywhere and anywhere: the two of you would go to the sunday farmers market downtown, looking at all the booths and tents laid out, buying fresh fruit and vegetables as opposed to, what you called, “overpriced, super-market big-box store garbage”, to which, neil would say, “is this a dig at me? because you know i’m terrible at grocery shopping, i cant help buying whatever’s easiest!”

🎬 other days, you’d walk in the park side by side, taking in the fresh air and throwing bread at ducks despite the DO NOT FEED THE DUCKS sign in bright yellow, snickering like school children. 

“that one looks just like you,” you’d giggle, pointing at a particularly ugly looking one, flailing about in the water and splashing its siblings. “hardy-har, that’s very funny,” neil snorted, pushing you playfully. “jokes on you, it’s probably just like the ugly duckling.” “poor neil, is this your way of telling me you were switched at birth?”

🎬 sometimes, the two of you would sneak on top of your work building’s roof and, well, people-watch, picking a random person and dictating what you thought they were doing that day. 

neil pointed at a lady wearing a furry wolf costume, and you filled in what you thought. “oh, oh, she’s going to her kids' birthday! the guy they hired to be a wolf didn’t show up, so mom decided to do it herself.” “good on her, but i don’t think it's her kids birthday she’s going to…” he trailed off, and you looked at him confused, before he gestured to the fur-suit-wearing woman entering a strip club. “huh,” you’d blink, “kinky.”

🎬 despite the confidence he projects at gumshoe video, considering he dresses up in some silly costume every week, the guy is absolutely terrified at booking his own appointments. it doesn't matter what it is, dental or medical or even a haircut, he stumbles and hangs up at the slightest rise of panic within him. its funny the first few times, but you could not deal with it anymore after he was sick with something he “didn’t know” because he was too nervous to call his doctor. you booked the first few, but then you taught him, shoving the phone in his hand and pantomiming what to do silently in front of him. 

“uh, um, i’d like to book my - my-“ neil froze, mind going blank. you smacked your forehead lightly in exasperation, then pretended to inject yourself with a needle. “my, um, routine-- routine vaccinations!” 

🎬 it took a few tries, but he finally got the hang of it— a big achievement on his part, but your number’s still hooked up to his dentist, so you have to remind him every time that he has to book his cleaning. 

Nothing about your love has changed, not a single thing from back then, and honestly, maybe you loved him the whole time. Thought there certainly is a more romantic tone to your relationship now…

🎬 waking up next to neil might be one of the sweetest sights you’ve ever seen. usually, it’s him who wakes up first— he’s a light sleeper, while you sleep like the dead. your eyes flutter open, and there he is, piercing blue eyes drifting past your every feature. his gaze is tense and consuming but tender and loving all at once; you feel like he’s seeing through you, but it's in a good way-- you want to bare your heart on your sleeve for him because he does it for you. his hands are smooth on your side, holding you close, and he brings one up to cradle your face when he notices you’re awake. 

“goodmorning,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “morning, you little creep,” you grin against his skin, “do you watch me every morning?” he rolled his eyes, “not every morning… i can’t when you go to work early, obviously.”

🎬 your wedding is the funniest thing you’re ever experienced. sure, most people want it to be beautiful and perfect, but you were content with anything— hell, neil could’ve married you with just his cardboard cutout of ingrid bergman as the sole witness and you’d still swoon. it’s funny because your families have this chemical energy about them when they’re together— they get along like a house on fire, and it’s just, seriously, seriously chaotic. all your friends being there doesn’t help either, especially when you were 99% sure your other best friend, violet, was pickpocketing the plus-ones you didn’t know. 

“is that your aunt, or my cousin’s girlfriend?” neil asked in a whisper, taking a large bite of your red-velvet wedding cake. “i’m not sure…” you knit your brows, “but that is lucien asking for her number.”

🎬 you had gotten sick before with neil knowing before, obviously, but living with him while you’re sick means he makes it his personal mission to cater to your every need. he supplies you with dozens of pillows and blankets if you’re chilly, and will just as quickly fling them across the room if you break out a sweat. he’s by your side the whole time, even though you protest and fume that he’ll get sick too, but he says he doesn’t care, not when the love of his life is suffering. he’s so devoted to you, and it gets downright irritating at times like these, but you can’t deny how warm being showered in his love feels; being taken care of, doted on, his wide blue eyes peering into you for any sign of discomfort at all so he can quickly fix it.

just a single could i have some water? and neil’s hauling a thirty-six pack of plastic bottles into your bedroom. “just in case,” he pants, “dehydration’s a big problem when you’re sick, okay?!”

🎬 this man is a fiend!!! for spooning. little spoon or big spoon, he does not care okay maybe he likes being the little spoon a lil bit more he just adore having you near him. when he’s the big spoon, he pulls you real close, your face in the crook of his neck as he pets the back of your head gently, your arms wrapping around his waist. it’s the perfect angle because he gets to see your darling beautiful eyes looking up at him in the way you know he folds for every time. when he’s the little spoon, hes wastes no time in curling up against you, his head resting on your chest. theres just something so comforting about the position, be it your hands running through his brown locks, your legs hooked over his, or how his hands come up under your shirt and make you shiver, but you let it happen anyway, because you know how much he loves feeling your warmth under his fingertips. 

🎬 neil is terrible, downright terrible at cooking… but he is a genius when the oven mitts come out! his silly little cinephile brain apparently made ample enough space for him to hone his baking skills, and when he’s not working or watching movies or cuddling with you, he’s in the kitchen, flour unknowingly on his face as he beats the living hell out of some poor egg whites. 

“c’mere,” you usher him over, your eyes crinkling at his state: he was wearing a frilly hot-pink tartan apron with a heart-shaped chest — a gag gift you got him last christmas— while he piped chocolate ganache frosting on cupcakes. he drifted over to you absently, eyes still trained on the treats. they snapped straight over to you however, when you leaned in, presumably to give him a kiss, and instead darted your tongue out to lick the frosting on his cheek. “hey!” he gasped, face flushing as he scrambled to wipe away the saliva on his face. “you could’ve just said you wanted a taste.” “wouldn’t get such a cute reaction though, now would i?” you winked. 

🎬 when a song comes on that doesn’t bubble up traumatic juvenile memories, you’re quick to clasp neil’s hand on your own, letting the music take you wherever, be it in your kitchen or at gumshoe video.

“dance with me,” you said, like it was a question, but already pulling neil up by the arm off your livingroom couch. your arms hooked around his neck as his hands rested softly on your waist, a familiar and comforting pressure on the flesh as you two swayed back and forth in tune to the music. “do we have a song?” you wondered, shifting your feet on the hardwood floor and looking up at him through your lashes. “the one from our wedding, probably,” he answered, “but this can be it if you want.” it’s some song you’ve never heard before, but its a good one, something you both like. “sure,” you murmur, turning to the side and resting your head on his chest as he pulled you close, swaying still. “i love you,” you said suddenly, and you heard neil let out a soft exhale of breath. “i love you, too. i think marrying you was the best thing i ever did.” “i think letting the weird new kid sit next to me at lunch was the best thing i ever did.”

All in all, married life with Neil is a dream, and entirely what you expected: you understand him like you do breathing. this love for him is innate, ingrained within you, and you know its the same for him— the love he’s shown you this whole time is the same pure thing, a tender and married adoration.

You know your husband so well you swear you could pick him out of a group by heartbeat alone; how it skips and stutters at the sound of your voice, how his heart pumps with a love only he can provide. There’s no-one else but Neil for you-- no one. 

[envy-of-the-apple]

Poly! 🥳 I want to start off by thanking you for all the content you give us readers! 🫶 (You've inspired me to write, too, so really, thank you so much for sharing your talents 🥹)

I have a SEM question well, two, really. Feel free to answer if you'd like or not (no worries either way~). I just wanted to make sure you knew how much we appreciate you and your writing! 💕🙌✨️

But here we go:

One, do you think Geto would've used a different tactic if Moon had quit on Higurama after he first recognized her? Might he have directly told Gojo instead of leaving and surprising him with Ms. Moon as a 🎁?

Two, what if Ms. Moon had never run away from Gojo? Would he have let her study at the same university? Would he have made her be a house girlfriend? Or something else? 👀

Again, thank you for everything, Poly!! 🥰

(I'm sorry, I'm a millennial who loves her emojis lmao)

ahhhh new writer friends hiiii

okokokok ummm for the first question....i don't think geto would care all that much tbh. if miss moon just quit then he'd shrug and go 'oh well' and get back to tax evasion or whatever billionaires do. he'd def be disappointed he doesn't have a show buuuut he isn't gonna chase you down. also he has enough faith that gojo will put it together soon enough.

towards graduation, gojo had definitely mellowed down and was a lot nicer towards miss moon. he'd definitely bestie drag off to his university no question and they'd live in some expensive penthouse or whatever but if miss moon was interested in higher education, then he'd be more than happy to pull some strings and get you enrolled in his college too. honestly, their relationship mightve turned into something....domestic(?) had miss moon stayed. but now they have to deal with growing pains.

[wqnwoos]

on pick-up lines and cheek kisses

idiots 2 lovers & college!au / requested by @wheeboo / cw cheesy pick up lines. i’m not sorry. i find them hilarious. ft. bestfriend!vernon.

“okay, okay! rate this one,” you giggle, reading it from your phone. “are you a time traveller? because i see you in my future.”

seungkwan groans, throwing an arm over his eyes. “___, whyyy?”

“it’s funny! i like it!” you defend, still laughing.

the two of you are splayed out on the wooden floor of seungkwan and vernon’s apartment. the latter is nowhere to be seen — most likely in his room with his headphones in — but you and your best friend are taking a much needed break from studying: pizza, while he listens — unwillingly — to the many, many pickup lines you offer.

“it’s awful, is what it is,” he retorts. “like, 3 out of 10.”

“not even a 4?”

“3.25. at best.”

you roll onto your side to scowl at him, poking his side. “boooo. you’re miserable.”

seungkwan turns his head and sticks a childish tongue out at you. “no, your pickup lines are just pretty awful.”

“well,” you say, eyes sparkling. “i think you’re just pretty.”

“oh my god, if you don’t stop — ” seungkwan grouses, trying his absolute best to hide the flush creeping up his cheeks. it seems to be his lucky day, because you don’t comment, simply laughing again, before sitting up and checking the time.

“okay, boo, i’m outta here,” you declare, standing up. he wants to whine, pull you back down and ask you to stay, but he knows you won’t. and you’d also never let him live it down.

“text me when you get home, okay?” seungkwan sits up to watch you slip your shoes back on and pile your things together. “and i mean it,” he warns, waving a threatening finger slightly too close to your nose. “don’t go falling asleep on me again.”

“that was one time!” you pause. “okay, twice, but — doesn’t matter! i won’t do it today.” you grab your phone from the table, and then you lean down and peck his cheek. “see you tomorrow, kwan!”

seungkwan is indescribably glad that you’ve turned your back on him — too fast to see the way his cheeks absolutely flame at the feeling of your lips touching his skin. you don’t kiss his cheek often, but whenever you do it, it feels like he is dangerously close to passing out. he can’t decide whether he likes that feeling or not.

he’s still thinking about it when he’s curled up in bed, waiting for your text. he’s still thinking about it when the text finally arrives (didn’t fall asleep!! home safe, thanks for today kwannie. goodnight! 🤍 ), and he’s still thinking about it when he finally drifts off to sleep, one hand grazing the skin your lips brushed.

—

“vernon. vernon. vernonieeee!”

it takes a minute, but vernon finally takes off his headphones and looks at his roommate. “yo.”

“how do you tell if someone’s flirting with you?”

vernon blinks, considers solemnly for a moment. “fuck if i know,” he pronounces finally, and seungkwan rolls his eyes. “why?” vernon questions. “who are we talking about?”

“nobody.” seungkwan’s answer comes slightly too quickly, and his voice is pitched slightly too high.

vernon suddenly pauses, letting out an understanding ahhhh. “is this about ___?”

“what? no! maybe! kind of! okay, yes it is!”

(seungkwan has never been good at hiding things.)

“dude,” vernon says deeply, reaching out to pat his shoulder with sympathy. “you’re late to the party.”

“what party? literally what goes on inside your head?” seungkwan snorts, half embarassed, half baffled.

“you’re just late, man. they’ve been flirting with you, like, forever.”

it takes a moment to process that — several moments, in fact, but by the time seungkwan has recovered from the shock and launched into denial —“you’re lying! there’s no way!” — vernon has already slipped back on his headphones, bopping his head silently to the beat.

—

despite his initial reaction, things are starting to make a lot more sense to seungkwan.

why you help him study, patiently explaining a concept over and over until it makes sense. why you bring him coffee in the mornings and tell him to have a good day. why you always give him a bite of whatever you’re eating.

not to mention your recent obsession with pickup lines.

suddenly it’s obvious, and he feels stupid for not realising it before — maybe because he was too caught up in wallowing in his own feelings. he didn’t even think to check for yours.

he’s still considering this deep emotional turmoil the next time he sees you; he drops over to your apartment one afternoon, partly because you offered cookies, but mostly because he’s finally plucking up the courage to ask you the truth.

“___,” he begins tentatively, as he sits on your couch. you’re scrolling through netflix to find something to watch, but you hum to show you’re still listening. “vernon said something recently, and it had me thinking — ”

“if he’s trying to take my spot as number one best friend, tell him to suck a dick,” you cut in, brows furrowed.

“ha — ha, no — ” seungkwan swallows nervously as you return your gaze to the tv. “haveyoubeenflirtingwithme?”

“i don’t know what language that was.”

seungkwan inhales, slowing his garbled words. “have you been flirting with me?”

“oh. yeah, for about three years now, but thank you for noticing, i guess,” you reply, glancing at him and then away. “hey, what about shrek 2?”

“what?”

“oh. yeah, i guess you can’t go home and face vernon if you watch the second instead of the first.”

“not that!” seungkwan splutters, and you finally look at him. “what the fuck? three years?”

“and counting!” you chirp. “i’m glad you’ve noticed, though. i don’t like keeping secrets.”

“oh my god.”

“yeah. i love you seungkwan, but you’re a bit of an idiot.”

“i am! i am an idiot!” he wails, and you scoot closer with a laugh.

“it’s okay. you’re my favourite idiot,” you reply, patting his cheek. there’s one short moment of silence as the two of you look at each other — until you break it. “so, uh, do you wanna kiss?”

“oh god. absolutely.”

an / i have a horrible feeling that this is BORING. if it is, i’m sorry. it’s past 1 in the morning rn, i have Nothing in my brain.

[enluv]

love spill !

PAIRING! - rockstar!jay (enha) x fem!reader

wc: 1.3k+

warnings: angst-ish but not really + fluff later !!, reader is stressed/exhausted, profanity, slow burn(?)

coco’s ♡ note: this came from a mini game I answered once and literally could not get over because I need rockstar bf jay so badly, I might make more with this jay too so let me know if you like it or have any rockstar!bf jay thoughts because I will indulge and write them !!! literally adore this jay so much ahhhh!!!

Finally.

Finally some piece and quiet away from the shared apartment you live in with the three younger boys.

Perhaps living with your younger brother and his university friends wasn’t the best idea, especially when you had a ten page journalism report due by three pm the next day.

That’s why you find yourself here on a hot summers day sitting in your favorite cafe, it’s not busy on Fridays and is hidden enough so the boys won’t find you for a while, but they will come looking eventually.

The bell of the cafes door rings to signify it being opened but this report is due tomorrow and you can’t stop to look up, but maybe you should have. Maybe you should have because now as you watch the hot brown liquid seep into your laptops keyboard you become painfully aware of the boy in front of you who’d walked in early wearing the most guilt ridden expression. His words muffled as you watch your screen go black.

“Oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m so sorry. Wait here let me get something to clean this up.” He’s fumbling with the other drinks in his hand as he tries to reach for napkins to clean the spill he’s made.

Where else would you go really? Right now you’re just waiting for the ground to swallow you whole. Had the program even saved the other three pages you’d written? Was your hard work gone just like that? Would your professor even believe you if you told him what happened? Even if it sounded straight out of a movie?

“Just leave it, I’ll clean it myself. Please leave.”

He stills at your words, no malice or emotions within them just exhaustion. The tone of your voice makes his heart ache, and he swears to himself that he’s going to make up for this for the rest of his life.

“I’m sorry for this really, I need to leave because I have a schedule to get to but I promise I’ll make this up to you. Can I have your number?”

Your stare makes him feel small, then he realizes how his question sounds after a minute passes between you two.

“Wait I didn’t mean it like that. I’m not asking you out. Not saying I wouldn’t ask you out but I’m not doing that right now! I just need it so I can text you to pay you back, or I can pay to get your laptop fixed. I’ll send you the money or even if you want buy you a new one.”

Jay can’t tell what you’re thinking but somehow he’s walking out of the cafe with your phone number and an assortment of drinks for his members. Dreading having to explain to them just what happened in the cafe.

unknown (2:46pm):

uh hey this is jay, I’m the one who dropped my coffee on your laptop, really sorry about that by the way!! um i want to give you these so I can say sorry again in person because my mom always said to apologize face to face or you don’t mean it and also that way we can figure out the laptop money thing together.

unknown (2:47pm):

four attachments sent

just stop by tomorrow and have some fun and then after I’ll come find you and we can talk!! what’s your name by the way?

you (3:12pm):

it’s y/n. thanks, I’ll see you tomorrow.

“I cannot believe some random dude gave you tickets to see downfall, like this show has been sold out for months and I mean months, talking eight months and he just gave up four tickets to see them? He must be loaded! Tell him you want a new computer and game console, I want the newest version.”

Jungwon’s excited rambles bring a smile to your face, sure just yesterday you’d cried almost all the water out your body until Jungwon had called your professor and explained in detail (along with sticking the phone in your room so he could hear your cries) the situation, but he’d also somehow gotten you an extension on your paper for the next week. He seriously deserved the random concert tickets the stranger, Jay, had sent you.

Receiving them was odd but he’d convinced you with the promise of fixing your laptop and that’s honestly all that mattered, so if you had to sit through a three hour long show next to some stranger who spilled coffee on your laptop then so be it because you’d be getting it fixed no matter what.

Except instead of said random stranger sitting next to you, an actual random stranger stood beside you excitedly yapping with her friends and the random stranger you had expected was perched on stage with a guitar in hand, microphone stationed in front of him like it belonged to him, and soon enough you’d realize from the crowds hollers that it did belong to him.

“ARE YOU READY FOR TONIGHT?” He’s met with screams all around the arena.

“That’s what I like to hear, alright let’s go.”

The shock of who Jay was really didn’t cease even after the show had ended and the four of you began to walk out the packed venue, it doesn’t really go away until a large man comes to escort you backstage.

“Hey buddy I think you have the wrong people, we’re just here still because my sisters waiting for someone.” Jungwon’s voice breaks you out of your shock and the man nods as if he knew what he was going to say.

“Yeah he’s backstage, just follow me.”

Jay fidgets with the bag he has in his hands, earlier he’d dragged the boys along with him to pick you out a new laptop and even threw in a new case and holder for it. He really wanted to get the image of your exhausted eyes out of his mind, he wanted to see you happy and healthy.

“Y/N you didn’t tell us the guy who spilled coffee on you was one of the members of downfall,��� the voice he hears is failing to whisper as you get closer.

“Are we about to meet one of the members? What if it’s just like a staff or something like why would an actual member be getting their coffee and oh my god that’s the lead singer Jay.”

He laughs shyly at the boy who’s mouth is now wide open pointing excitedly at him, but he quickly shuts up as he spots you. You look so pretty, completely different from when he’d last saw you drenched in coffee and exhaustion all over your face. Right now you looked content and really really pretty.

“Hey Y/N, I know I said I’d give you the money to fix your laptop but I thought you should just have a completely brand new one, I’m really sorry for spilling my coffee on yours, I’m sure you were busy and needed it, I hope you can use this new one well,” his breath hitches as he holds out the bag to you and your fingers touch briefly, “and I hope you liked the show, I see your friends did.” He sends a wave their way and laughs when they all excitedly wave back.

A smile begins to develop on your cheeks and his heart races. This is exactly how he’d like to see you, happy and smiling.

Later that night as you pull out the new laptop determined to finish your nearly complete paper, a small card flutters out with it that reads —

“I wrote this to say not only sorry again, but to also ask if you’d like to go out with me sometime? and I mean it this time, as in I am actually asking you out unlike last time when I, you know accidentally asked you out unintentionally, this time I promise it’s intentional. Please let me make up the god awful first meeting we had, I promise it’ll be worthwhile. You have my number so if you want to then just shoot me a text but if not then that’s fine with me too! – Jay”

A smile forms on your face as you set down the card and get to working on your essay, the answer to Jay’s proposition already clear in your mind. Yes.

coco’s love note: i am so terribly down bad for jay it’s crazy. he’s so just perfect like I adore him so much!! and I’m the biggest rockstar!jay enthusiast like I just had to write something about it, plus I think it’s so adorable how he’s clumsy in this fic but a crazy rager on stage & only mc gets to see both sides of him fully! I hope you enjoyed this fic! As always, feedback & reblogs are appreciated! Thank you for reading <3

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[fortunapre]

This part is definitely my favorite so far...

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𖧞 16+(suggestive), fluff, there’s definitely romance going on, fem-gender mentioned, Use of Y/n, swearing

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𖧞 oscar piastri x fem!reader

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓𖧞 (scene iii) 2.3k i got carried away…

𝐀/𝐍𖧞 AHHHH ITS STARTING! thanks everybody who’s been interacting, following and reading! should i start a taglist? this is all new to me, but lemme tell ya, it’s def fun! anyways enjoy :)

Go back? (scene i) click here.

Go back? (scene ii) click here.

𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐬 𖧞 Scene iii 𖧞 (𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧...?)

Tuesday, December 11th, 7:06 pm

“Seriously? What kind of question is that?” Oscar criticized me while moving his knight. “Come on mate, do better.”

It’s not my fault my mind went blank. How else am I supposed to react while playing chess? Of Course I'm putting all of my brain power into the game, because I have a burning desire to beat Oscar. Across from me, however, Oscar’s obviously beating me with ease. How was I supposed to know Oscar only wanted to play chess because apparently he’s a prodigy?

“What do you mean? My questions are perfectly fine, just answer.” I stared at the board in front of me, and the lack of pieces I've taken from Oscar. Then across from me, basically everything except my knights and king are lined up, having been taken by him. Ugh.

“Yeah, whatever,” I heard him mumble before he looked at me. I think this is the first time we’ve made eye contact since we started. “Um, I don’t listen to alot of music but something by The Neighborhood probably.”

Safe to say, I was baffled. My question was ‘What song would play in a movie about your life?’ I thought the question was pretty good, and was fully expecting some niche house music song to be his answer. But he’d surprised me. Yet again. Oscar’s surprised me a lot today actually. Maybe it’s just because I've also been paying more attention.

“Really? The Neighborhood? That’s my favor-” I began.

“Your favorite band.” He finished for me. “I know, I hear their music coming from your room practically every day.” He almost mumbled the last part.

“Um,” I wasn’t aware he was paying attention to anything I did, let alone my music taste. I was kind of shocked but decided to dwell on this new information later. Instead I said, “Ok, your turn.” I moved my king to the right.

Instead of firing questions like he was earlier, Oscar looked like he was really trying to think of a worthwhile question, given he probably only has a few left.

“Do you remember Christmas, two years ago? What happened…” He finally said. He looked up from the game, into my eyes looking for a reaction to his words.

My mind started whirring. Why would he ask that? What is he talking about? What happened two years ago?

We would have been 20, and I know that was the year the twins stayed at a friend's place instead of coming along. But… what could he possibly mean by that. What happened?

“Sorry?” I asked because maybe I’d miss-heard him.

“2 years ago. Christmas. In this cabin. Do. you. Remember?” He looked determined to get an answer from me. Like my answer mattered.

“I, uh, I don’t remember. What happened?” My eyebrows were scrunched together, genuinely confused by this.

As I answered, I watched Oscar’s worried expression slip away, replaced with relief. “Nothing important.” he said. He refused to meet my eyes as I watched him carefully, trying to make sense of his sudden switch-up.

“Ohh kayy,” I said slowly, “now my question.”

He nodded, watching me move. My pawn reached the end of the board, meaning I could trade it for a taken piece. I opted for my queen, obviously. I tried to move quickly, grabbing the plastic piece from next to him. I had to basically crawl over the chess board to reach my queen, moving awfully close to Oscar, himself. Once I replaced the piece, before moving back, I looked up to Oscar.

I smiled at him because of my new advantage in the game. But once I looked up, my smirk dropped and my breath hitched. I was a lot closer to his face than I thought. One small move and my lips could so easily touch his-

I quickly sat back down and folded my arms into my thick sweater, suddenly feeling awkward about the thoughts plaguing my mind. He smelled nice, like pine and spearmint.

Oscar cleared his throat and said, “Make this question better than the last.” He sort of laughed, low and awkward. His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes as he joked. “Don’t be boring.”

I laughed awkwardly. Then, I thought about what I wanted to ask. What do I want to know about Oscar Piastri? As I thought, my eyes traveled over him, looking for inspiration. He was leaning back, now, on his arms. His sleeves were still rolled up and on his wrist was a small, braided bracelet. Orange and black: it must be from a teammate.

My eyes traveled to the rest of him. His hair was messy in the front, and darker than I remembered.

He started moving around, situating himself so that he was now laying on his side, head being held up by his hand. He was watching me, waiting for me to say something.

I finally thought of a question, and before I could properly think about what I was about to say, it slipped off my tongue.

“Why do you hate me so much?”

His eyes widened and he cleared his throat. He was definitely not expecting that. His free hand, that was fiddling with a chess piece, froze. He almost looked like he had stopped breathing as well.

“Because you’re annoying, that’s why.” He joked, looking down. “You terrorize me any chance you get. Obviously, that doesn’t make me very fond of you.” he went back to fiddling with the chess piece, refusing to meet my eyes, and I could tell his answer was true. But it wasn’t everything.

“Really?” I questioned.

“Yeah, really.”

“What else?” I asked again, wanting to hear his full opinion. I don’t know what made me suddenly interested in his view of me, but curiosity was burning in my mind.

“That’s two questions, you gotta wait for me to ask something…” He tried to argue, but I needed answers.

“What. Else.” I was determined. His eyes bore into mine, suddenly understanding that I wasn’t going to let him get away from answering.

He nodded and then said, “your voice. Something about it makes me want to stay away. Same with your eyes.” He went on. “I don’t know what it is, but they just make me feel….”

He didn’t finish that thought and instead moved on. “Another thing is your attitude. Your so fucking snarky. Some of the things you say and the things you do make me want to just lock you outside, so I don’t need to be near you.”

I didn’t know what to say. Honestly, I don’t know what I was expecting. He genuinely seemed to hate me, which shouldn’t be surprising. But I think something in me was hoping this mutual hatred could fizzle out after some clarity.

“Ok.” is all I said. “Your question.”

It didn't take him long at all to think of a question this time:

“Why do you hate me?” He used my same words against me. I should have expected he wanted answers as well, and I didn’t hold back.

“The way you act. You act all saint-like around others but when it’s just us, you patronize the hell out of me. I’ve tried to explain how annoying you really are to someone, but they never believe me, because to everybody else, you're Mr. Perfectly Fine.” I rambled, my voice slightly raising. “It's just SO tiring. And also,” Once I'd started, I couldn't stop. “Your stupid smirk you do, God, I want to just wipe it off! And your voice as well. When it gets all deep when you tease me and joke, I just…” I stopped myself and let out a long sigh.

There was silence as he took in everything I said.

A beat later he spoke. “Wow, Y/n, why don’t you tell me what you really think.” Oscar teased, breaking the silence. I glared at him, rage filling my eyes.

“You asked, I answered.” I said sharply. Suddenly, I wanted to go back to my room, as far away from him as possible. I rolled my eyes and stood up, about to leave. I was about to start walking away when Oscar got up and grabbed my arm, stopping me.

“Wait,” he started laughing. “Wait, Y/n. Now I know why you hate me so much! It's just that... I wasn’t aware of just how much. It’s a little funny.” He wasn’t taking anything serious, just grinned. “Come back,” he tried. “I’m bored, just finish the game.”

I looked at him. Really looked at him. His grip on my arm had loosened but it was still there, holding me. I went to pull my arm away, but his grip only tightened, as he pulled me closer.

His face was now closer than before. His smirk had dropped, and his eyes were looking into mine. I watched his eyes flicker to my lips, to my eyes, and then back to my lips.

He smelled like pine and spearmint. His scent filled the space between us, or lack thereof. We just held in place, inches apart. My heart was still beating from the anger I was feeling before. Except now, my heart was beating from something else entirely. I couldn’t tell you what happened in the next few seconds but the proximity between us plus the heat of his touch must have flipped something in me.

I tilted my head up slightly, my nose barely brushing against his. We held there for a bit, both of us unsure. But the longer we stayed close the more desire built and beat against my chest. I met his piercing gaze and then closed my eyes, moving a little closer. I was still hesitant, but Oscar didn’t hold back. He took my movement as an invitation and crashed his lips against mine.

I took my arm out of his grip and moved to grasp the front of his hoodie with both hands, pulling him closer. I had no idea why this was happening or why it was happening right after we just proclaimed our hatred for each other, but I couldn't care less. His hands moved to my hips, pulling us flush together. He titled his head to the side, deepening the kiss. His hands moved slowly under my sweater touching the skin of my hips.

My skin burned under his touch. I gained sudden confidence and put my hands in his hair, tugging at the ends. The kiss was heated and intense now. Our lips moved in sync, devouring each other like lovers who haven't felt each other in ages. As his hands felt me and gripped harder, I gasped. It gave him an opening to slip his tongue between my lips.

Knowing Oscar for as long as I have, I never would have imagined how good of a kisser he was. But why would I, imagining what Oscar’s lips feel like was never ever something I’d ever think of. At least it didn’t use to be.

Now, the feel of him is all that's on my mind. Our tongues danced around each other, discovering. His taste was intoxicating and I couldn't get enough. Oscar’s teeth dug into my bottom lip, pulling slightly, making me release a small breathy noise from the back of my throat. Oscar made a similar noise and started walking forward, moving me with him. My back hit the wall softly.

Oscar pushed his hips into me more than before, and his hands traveled higher up, grazing my ribcage with his knuckles. His touch was driving me insane. I brought my hands around his neck, pulling closer, if that was even possible.

He let out a low moan into my mouth and kissed me harder.

My mind was going hazy from the kiss. Our teeth and tongues clashed and fought, wanting to be as close as possible. I felt the heat of Oscar’s entire body on mine. Everywhere. Heat pooled in my lower stomach and lust filled my every thought.

Oscar held nothing back as he used a hand to grab my chin. He moved my head to the side, unlocking our lips. I felt cold at the loss of his lips and took in a deep breath. But not a second later, his lips attached to my neck, sucking under my jawline. The spots he kissed turned sensitive and warm. I wanted his lips everywhere. He traveled lower, sucking, licking and biting.

I was loving the attention he was giving my neck but was more desperate for his lips to be back on mine. I pulled him back to me and kissed him. Both of us were breathing heavily and our lips were becoming swollen.

I couldn’t stop, though. He felt so good.

I let out a moan into his mouth when I felt his lower body push against me. My hands went back to his hair, messing it up further.

Just then, the door opened and I heard our families walk in the door. Where we were positioned, they couldn’t spot us immediately.

“Guys, we're back!” I heard my father yell, and I pushed Oscar away from me, hard. He stumbled back, looking wild. His lips were red and his face was flushed. God, post-makeout Oscar was sexy, but that’s not what’s important right now.

The fact that I even know what a post-makeout Oscar looks like is insane.

What. The. Fuck just happened. Everything suddenly cleared and I felt immense confusion and embarrassment.

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and walked away from Oscar, who looked dazed. I left him and went to my parents. Their hands were filled with brown paper bags of what looked like Christmas decorations.

They didn’t look at all like two people who just saw their daughter hardcore making out against the wall, thankfully. My face was burning so incredibly hot with embarrassment and simmering lust. I smoothed down my hair and put on a big smile.

“Hi!” I squeaked higher than normal. “You guys have fun?,” I asked, trying to sound normal.

“Yes, we did! Look at this honey, we found a small boutique with all of this cheap decor for the cabin. The Piastris bought just as much as we did so this place will be looking super festive in no time.” My mom had a huge smile on her face as she spoke. The twins walked in the door soon after, noses red front the cold.

“There was also this neat little bookstore I bet you would have enjoyed.” My father added.

I watched as my sister looked me up and down. She smiled a little while looking around, no doubt for evidence of something. She caught sight of Oscar and I’s unfinished chess game and then began searching intently around the room. She looked at me again and tilted her head. “Where’s Oscar?" she finally asked.

At her question, I looked behind me where I had left Oscar minutes before, but he had disappeared.

“I, um, I don’t know.” I answered truthfully.

“Here!” I heard from upstairs. He must have bolted up there earlier, because he looked normal again. His hair was fixed and he looked less tomato-y. “I’m right here, I was just in the bathroom.” He called, while jogging down the stairs. He caught my gaze and quickly looked away, putting on a smile for our parents.

“Have fun?” He asked the twins, ignoring me as best as he could. But I was just staring at him.

What have we done...

(scene iv) CLICK HERE

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[3mcwriting]

Any Fan's Dream, Part 1

Any Fan's Dream Masterlist

Synopsis:

When you look around and see Avengers Tower in front of you and Peter Parker beside you, you wonder how the hell you managed to get into the MCU.

You blinked, then blinked again.

You observed your surroundings. There were humongous buildings towering over the many people bustling through the sidewalks of the crowded streets. The skyscrapers were hundreds of feet above your head, the view from up there must've been magnificent. But that wasn't what had you staring around in confusion.

The tall building standing proudly in front of you was what caught your attention.

Avengers.

That was what was written on the side of the ginormous building.

You felt someone grab your hand gently. "C’mon (y/n) we have to hurry or Mr. Stark will be mad at you for being late again."

You turned to the all too familiar voice, breath hitching in your throat as you met the eyes of a certain brown haired person that played one of your favorite superheroes, one that had an infamous Peter-tingle and could climb walls and sling from buildings.

"Tom Holland?" you breathed out, incredulous.

He looked at you, head tilted with concern. "Who's Tom Holland?" he questioned. "Are you alright (n/n)? You look a little dazed."

You were frozen.

Why was Tom Holland asking you if you were okay? Why was he talking to you at all? Why was the Avengers tower in front of you? What exactly was happening right now? How come Tom Holland didn't know who Tom Holland was?

"Mr. Stark?.." you asked, faltering. "I-what?"

His eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure you're alright (n/n)? I'm sure Mr. Stark won't mind if you're not feeling well."

This had to be a dream. It had to be. There was simply no way in hell that you had entered the MCU. You pinched yourself, nothing happened. At this point, you couldn't care less if it was a hallucination. Dream or not, you were talking to PETER MFING PARKER!!

You briefly wondered what age you were in this world. You looked down at your body and it seemed the exact same as when you were in your home world. So, 18. You wondered what part of the timeline you were in? Your eyes scanned Peter's face and decided that he looked the most like in Civil War so you deduced it was sometime around that.

"So...what did you think of Sokovia?" you asked, guessing it was around the time of Age of Ultron.

Peter looked surprised at the question. "It was horrible, why are you asking?"

You nodded.

So it was after Sokovia. Oh shit! Has Civil War happened?

“No reason. Ugh, just one more question. Or, two questions. Are the Avengers still working together?”

Now Peter looked even more confused. “Of course, why wouldn't they be?"

You exhaled a sigh of relief. "Um, no reason. Just really interested in the Avengers, ya know?"

Peter laughed. "Trust me, I know about your Avengers obsession. What was your other question?"

Aha! It seemed like even in this world, you were a fan. Good taste, me.

"Oh, yeah," excitement bubbled up in you. "Can I give you a hug?"

“Uh-sure.” Peter flushed slightly, his voice was a little higher than usual when he answered you. 

You laughed, AHHHH HE'S SO ADORABLE!!

You wasted no time and threw your arms around him. You almost screamed when you felt his arms wrap around you. You had no idea what you'd done to earn such an honor but you were thankful for it. Peter patted your back, and you moved away reluctantly. But then you thought of what he had said before, you worked for Tony Stank!!

Peter cleared his throat, a blush settling on his cheeks. "What was the hug for?"

Now, you had no idea what Peter was to you in this word, but guessed he was a close friend. You, having simped for almost all some of the Avengers, were not content with the friendzone. "What? I can't give a hottie a hug?"

Peter choked. "I-what? I mean-you're a hottie too?"

"Is that a question, Parker?" you teased him.

"No! You're a hottie too!" he said, trying to fix his questioning tone.

You laughed, so adorable. "It's fine, Peter. Just messing with you, I know I'm a hottie."

~~

You had no idea how you had gotten to this point. You were restrained in a dark room and had the sneaking suspicion a certain raven-haired god was behind it. You knew that Loki didn't appear again until Thor: Ragnarok after Thor: The Dark World when he fakes his death. You would've thought that he was busy ruling Asgard under the disguise of being Odin (FUCK ODIN HE'S A BITCH) but maybe he doesn't do that the entire time between the movies.

OH MY GOD I WAS KIDNAPPED BY LOKI AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Your internal screaming was cut short when the god entered the room.

Holy shit. He's hotter in person.

"So, mortal." Loki said, distaste in his voice. "You are to be quiet and compliant."

You guessed he was waiting for the Avengers to come in and save you, so you were a hostage. 

Great job (y/n), you've been in this world for less than an hour and you've already been captured by Loki. 

You were slightly worried, knowing that Loki hasn't had all of his character development yet and embraced his role as an anti-hero. But you also knew that he was smart and would keep you alive because a hostage is only valuable while they're alive.

"Soooo, how's life hotstuff?" you said loudly. Internally you were freaking out because a) LOKI was holding you hostage and b) Loki was HOLDING YOU HOSTAGE!!

"Mortal, I told you to be quiet." Loki warned.

You smirked. "But I don't want tooooo. We can have a civilized conversation with each other, don'tcha think? Or you can let me go, that works too."

Loki sighed. "Leave it to a human to disobey the simplest rules."

"So, Loki," you said, "how's life in Asgard?"

A surprised look flashed across his face but was gone almost instantly. "And how would you know about that, mortal?"

You rolled your eyes. "You tried to take over Earth, you're pretty infamous, you know?"

Loki's eyes narrowed. "That's not an answer to my question."

"I learned all that from watching TV and searching you up." 

Which was completely honest. You had watched Loki on TV which is where you learned about him, and you searched up most Marvel characters. But you were leaving out a couple of key details you hoped he wouldn't fish for. Because, you didn't have much faith in your deceiving skills when it came to lying to the man who faked his death like a million times.

Loki's expression went back to normal, but there was an emotion hiding in the depths of his green eyes. "I'll offer you a wonderful deal, human. You seem to be somewhat knowledgeable of me and if you can answer some questions about me, I will let you go.

Your eyes went wide. No way he was letting you go for a couple of measly answers about him. You knew something was up, with Loki, there was always a motive and you weren't very eager to find out what it was(that's a lie, you were really curious). But, you were a very knowledgeable simp. And freedom meant having the opportunity to meet more of your favorite heroes.

"Sounds easy," you said confidently.

Loki smirked, making you simultaneously swoon and become nervous. "We shall begin with the questions, then."

~~

"Easy, you're a momma's boy." you answered, cheering in your head. You knew you had gotten all of the answers correct so far, given the intrigued look on Loki's face.

Loki tilted his head. "How would you know that?"

You froze.

Unlike the other questions he had asked before that, you couldn't blame your knowledge of him on the News. He and Frigga never interacted on Earth(as far as anyone knew) and there was no mention of her by any humans so you shouldn't know.

"You just...give off that vibe," you said, laughing nervously. "You know?"

Loki mulled that answer over in his head. "You're quite an intriguing human."

He snapped his fingers, the ropes that were holding you to the chair loosened. You had a brief thought of, YES YES YES!! MAGICCCC!!!!, but then wiggled out of your restraints and stood up.

You looked at Loki, winking at him while trying to hide your nervousness. "It's been a pleasure, see ya, Hotstuff!"

His eyes bored into you, green irises sweeping over your frame. "The pleasure was all mine."

Then he gently grasped your hand and planted a soft kiss on it, winking up at you.

Your knees damn near went out.

You smiled back wobbly, barely managing to restrain yourself from screaming.

~~

Peter scanned the streets, eyes lighting up when he spotted your familiar figure. Quickly, he swung over to you and scooped you up in one swift movement. He had been so worried. You were acting strange before you had been snatched, and then it was like you had just disappeared and he had no idea where you were.

"Hey!" you said, then saw the person who had picked you up. "Wait a damn minute, Pe-Spider Man!"

You barely caught yourself from saying his name, not knowing if you were supposed to know his identity. Then you realized the predicament, you were swinging through the skyline of New York. You gulped when you saw the distance from you to the ground. But, that fear was quickly drowned out by excitement. You were swinging through the city with Peter Parker!! You whooped, laughing as the wind rushed by you. It was exhilarating and free and you loved it.

Your mind was a mixture of:

HOLY SHIT THIS IS SO COOL!!

And:

AHHHH I'M BEING SWUNG THROUGH NEW YORK BY SPIDER MAN!!! THIS IS AWESOME!

“Where are we going, Spider Man?” you tried to yell over the noise of the wind. He glanced at you and held you tighter, swinging to a tall building in the distance.

Ah, we're going to Avengers Tower. But why? You thought back to the timeline, Peter doesn't start working with the Avengers until they start breaking up. Oh, earlier he said I work with the Avengers. Or at least I work for Tony Stark. Maybe because of that? Seems likely enough.

You watched as the tower got closer, enjoying the transportation. You tightened your arms around Peter slightly, giving him a hug mid-swing. You could only imagine the flush painting his cheeks red. Assuming he wasn't super worry-crazy. In which case, he'd be too preoccupied with your disappearance to blush.

You stumbled as you landed on the balcony of the Tower, Peter's arms supporting you. You smiled at him. "Thanks Spider Man, that was so cool!"

Peter saluted and swung away just in time for the door to the balcony to burst wide open.

You sent a lopsided grin to Tony Stark. "Sorry, I'm a little late for work."

The expression of relief on Tony's face struck a chord in your heart. Wow, (y/n) from here must be well-loved. You had the ridiculous urge to be jealous of the girl you replaced. But, was it really so ridiculous? She's friends with Spider Man AND she managed to make Tony Stark care about her. She must be one hell of a person.

"Where have you been, kid?" Tony gave you a hug. You were surprised, but hugged back enthusiastically. Who were you to turn down a hug from Iron Man?

"So?" Tony asked as the two of you walked into the building. He was in classic mom pose, one hand on his hip with a foot tapping against the floor repeatedly.

"Oh! I was on my way here with Peter Parker and then I was snatched and-"

The elevator opened and Peter ran out and tackled you in a hug.

"He insisted on coming up, saying he was Miss. (l/n)'s companion."

Your eyes lit up, FRIDAY!!!!!

You felt a brief sense of surprise but then remembered that after Age of Ultron, Tony uses FRIDAY rather than JARVIS.

"Ohmygodohmygodareyouok??" Peter had his hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. The situation struck you again, making you laugh. THE Spider Man is asking if I'm ok!! Peter didn't wait for you to answer his inquiry and enveloped you in his embrace again. "Don't worry me like that, (n/n). You scared me."

Your smile softened and you pat him on the back as he hugs you. "It's ok, Peter. I'm ok."

Your eyes closed as you hugged him tightly, rubbing circles on his back to sooth him out of the panic he'd worked himself into.

Tony watched the whole ordeal with a knowing smile on his face, Peter is whipped.

"Agent Romanoff and Captain Rogers are entering the room, they heard of Miss, (l/n)'s arrival."

Your eyes snapped open at the names. HOLY SHIT NATASHA ROMANOFF AND STEVE ROGERS ARE COMING IN HERE AND THEY KNOW ME TOO!!!!

The elevator doors dinged open again, letting in more people worried about you. They looked at you, concern in their eyes. Peter was still holding you tightly, so you could do nothing but wave at them.

"Move aside, 5-year-old. I wanna give her a hug too," Natasha said, staring at Peter until he let go of you. Part of you missed Peter's embrace but the rest of you was too caught up on the fact that Natasha Romanoff was about to hug you.

She wrapped her arms around you tightly. "You shouldn't scare us like that, babe. I think Stevie over there almost had a heart attack. You know how old he is, you'll stop his poor heart."

Steve glared at Natasha, his eyes softening when they landed on you. "All joking aside, you worried us. Are you okay, doll?"

You were positive you were in heaven. You had nicknames from Natasha, Steve, and Tony!! And you were best friends with Peter Parker!

"I'm okay, thanks Cap," you said.

Natasha released you from her embrace and you hurried over to Steve to give him a hug. His arms around you were the only things holding you up. 

You wouldn’t be surprised if you died from your heart exploding with happiness. First, the Natasha Romanoff hugged you and now Steve “Language!” Rogers did!

It was a dream come true.

~~

The celebration at the tower at the return of a well-loved person did not go unnoticed by a certain black-haired god. Green eyes swept over the scene playing out, intrigue growing in his being.

[darkbluekies]

Silas asks #3

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Concept: I've put multiple asks into one post to avoid too much loose posts on my account! This way, you have more to read too<3

Warnings: a little nswf indication, death, indication of suicide, torture,

— ☁️ SILAS AND HEDWIG...! i also thought of them 😌 yanderes that are ruthless to everyone but has a soft side for their darling >>> silas reminds me of a huge teddy bear tbh 😓 he's probably so touchy if only you allow him to. grrr... the thought of sitting on his lap and snuzzling on his chest 😡

Omg yes he does :(( He's so addicted to you, never keeping his hands to himself. He doesn't care if it's only holding your hand or making you his, he loves to be close. Sitting on his lap and cuddling into his chest would be the death of him. Oh, he'd love it so much :((

— Y'know the urge to draw silas is cat ears is something brewing maybe even adding hedwig and jerry (small chance for dr.kry but its still there) to the list who knows not sure to go with my demons or nah

NO. SHOO. LEAVE. NO KITTY EARS ON SILAS

— How would Silas feel about a motherly type of darling? When he comes home from missions injured she absolutely insists on attending his wounds. And when he's sick, she takes care of him, nursing him back to health. She can't just stand by and watch someone else suffer after all!

He'd love it so much! He'd fall for you so badly. If you had any chance to escape before, now there's none. He'll watch over you like a hawk. He knows he doesn't deserve a kind soul like you, but he's so selfish that he'll keep you for himself.

"Thank you so much, baby, but, ouch, you shouldn't ... shouldn't do this. You shouldn't patch me up. I know you want to take care of me, but that's my job! I should take care of you, baby. Not the other way around. But ... thank you so much ... I love you."

— I just read your peice about attempting to escape Silas, and AHHHH Silas REALLY pisses me off!!!.......... And that's how you know you have a very well written villain!!! I thoroughly enjoyed reading that, and can't wait to read more in the future! Keep up the good work (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆~🥀

haha thank you so much!! there will be more of Silas stupid behaviour in the future, don't you worry!

— What would happen if reader died or became seriously ill after Silas puts them in the basement for a while?

He'll be so sad and regret everything he's ever done. If you survive, he'll be much, much more careful. He'll never do that again. He nearly lost you! Silas can't imagine a life without you.

But if you died ... he'd break apart.

— Gosh seeing how Silas reacted to darling being sick. But like when it comes to me. I can alread imagine how he would be. Cause my immune system sicks I get sick easily...Then there's the fact that I'm clumsy af, I always have random bruises or cuts and don't notice them until I'm in the bath.

Silas would be in constant stress, my friend. You'd give him a heart attack.

— When Silas says he's gonna torture us as punishment at the end of "You Can't Hide From Me" What kind of torture? Like physical, psychological, etc?

I wanted to leave that up to the readers interpretation, but I thought maybe some kind of psychological. When he says that he'll make them know only him, he'll break them down until they don't remember anything but him. He'll destroy them.

— Oh, I’m going to torture you. Badly. What did Silas do to us?

...next question.

— What is Silas’ body count?

Let's say around ten. He's been out and about, tried different things here and there, but nowadays, he only wants you. And he makes sure you know that with how far beyond he'll take you :]

— How many people has Silas killed?

Maybe around thirty? He does half the dirty work himself and half he sends out his men to do.

[multiisketch]

Ahhhh!!!! The first chapter is over and I'm about to go crazy! I'm looking forward to the second Part.

When I thought about the concept of Sonic in possession, something came to mind, and I was curious about your opinion as well. If Sonic really went over to the bad side, if his heart was reversed, Do you think there would be a character who could stop him if he fought completely without holding back? I mean, of course, Shadow comes to mind, but when I think about what kind of beings Sonic defeats, it feels like he's invincible.

By the way, I have to say. Your drawing style is so beautiful that I felt like I was reading the official Sonic boom comic. I'm watching the Sonic Boom series from start to finish, It's a lot of fun to watch again from the beginning. 💙✌️

Thank you, Shishino! Always happy to hear that my writing drives people crazy >:) XD

I don't think my style perfectly captures official stuff, but I am working hard to be professional! The dream had always been to one day work on the official comics :p Enjoy Boom! I'm also watching through it again. Gotta refresh my ideas bank every now and again.

Long answer to your question under the cut:

Your question is hard to answer. Mostly because I feel like Sonic is the type of person that will always have light in his heart. Even in his darkest moments he can be reasoned with. Even if his consciousness is being suppressed by some other entity (Fleetway Super comes to mind) he fights.

It's also important to remember that a lot of the creatures Sonic fights aren't defeated purely by Sonic himself. He almost always needs the power of the Chaos Emeralds. He almost always has someone else watching his back. Sonic's strengths are his kindness and friendships. Taking both away weakens him greatly.

For the sake of the argument, let's say there's absolutely no way to reason with Sonic and he is not fighting his blackened heart.

Shadow would have the best chance at winning in a one-on-one against Sonic. He wouldn't be blinded by emotion like the others. He'd fight at his full strength, too, in order to protect everyone. And, probably, because he'd be pissed at Sonic for letting such evil infect him.

But, even then, Shadow would find that his brute force methods suffer next to Sonic's more manipulative tactics. Just like Sonic does against gods, Shadow would need the support of his friends to subdue Sonic and maybe a Chaos Emerald so he could use Chaos Control. And that would just be Sonic in his normal state against a normal Shadow (no Doom abilities, Super forms, etc.)

I feel like Silver and Blaze are other good contenders because they can keep up with Sonic as equals. Their kindness, however, would weaken them. I doubt Shadow would care to try and talk Sonic out of it. Silver and Blaze would.

Sonic is not invincible. He makes good use of his resources. By switching sides he looses his most valuable tool kit. It won't be an easy fight. There would be loss. But I think his friends would be able to win out in the end.

[akookminsupporter]

I'm a diff anon, but:

"Okay, but I don't understand why this ended up with BTS being dragged into a mess that has nothing to do with them in the first place? This started with the lady from the coup, right?"

Yes. In short, HYBE ordered an audit on ADOR because they found proof that MHJ and a man planned to make ADOR a separate company, Mhj and the man talked with shareholders to try to get them to back them(ador) up so they can leave hybe. This is how it started and then later on a bunch of other stuff came out.. Reddit has master posts of this, you can find them if you want to read more about it

So after the news came out about the audit, she started responding to it, she claimed hybe copied newjeans to make Illit, she claimed that she was promised to debut hybe's first gg but they debuted le sserafim first instead, she implied that she was in a slave contract. So she namedropped 2 groups first. And then somehow some article reported that she went to a shaman to discuss BTS' enlistment and when they would go and so the shaman could make sure they really go? The last part is a bit confusing because idk how a shaman could make them go but yeah. And that's how BTS got into the picture. She later basically admitted this by rambling about how this shaman is just a friend of hers who just happens to be a shaman.

"Why did BTS end up being the bad guys again?"

Because nothing unites kpop fans more than hating on bts. BTS genuinely didn't do anything, kpop fans just started hating on them for no reason and they kept making tweets about "xy group disbanded because of hybe"

"It makes sense that BigHit decided to hire an external legal team instead of using HYBE's or even their own agency's."

In my understanding, they hired this external legal team or set up this law firm to deal with the hate campaign against Bts. There are a lot of conspiracy theories going around rn, about BTS/hybe being in a cult and K-pop fans being kpop fans and bringing up everything they can about bts' past. So I think this second legal team is just for the BTS issue so that the hybe legal team can fully focus on bringing mhj to court. Again, this is just how I interpreted it.

Hello, anon. Thanks you as well for providing a bit more context on everything that's going on. If you don't mind, I have a few things to comment on regarding what you said, and also, I have a couple of questions that I hope won't offend anyone:

1. Regarding the accusations made by that woman about copying NJ: why did she say that? I don't know much about that group, but a girl group in K-pop isn't something new, right? The concept isn’t that… new, I think? And their sound isn't so... unique? From what little I've heard and some comparisons I've seen. Is the new group exactly the same, or what? Does NJ have something unique that can be easily identifiable if someone copies it? And that’s why she said that?

2. She was promised that she would debut the company's first girl group: okay, they didn't do it, and? From what little or much I've read about what this woman has said, I've concluded that she's a tantrum-throwing and pretentious person who cries when she doesn't get what she wants. You know who she reminds me of? Veruca, the character from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

3. The shaman thing is complete madness and it’s probably the comedic contribution to all of this😭.

4. The obsession of Kpoppies with BTS should be studied. I can bet that not even the biggest stan in the fandom is as obsessed with them as Kpoppies are. If only they put as much effort into supporting their favorites as they do into hating BTS, they would help them rise above the mediocrity that many are in. At least in terms of sales, streaming, charts, etc., with the quality of content they put out, there's not much they can do.

5. Ahhhh, your explanation about the external legal team makes sense, but at the same time, I wonder if BigHit does have its own legal team, and if it doesn't, I wonder why.

[madebysimblr]

Sorella: You know, if you finish your assignments as they are assigned- you don't have to stay up late the night before they're due.

Envy: Where is the fun in that!? Besides, I'm in lyric writing mode. Couldn't focus on school work if I tried.

Sorella: Ah, understandable.

knock at the door

Envy: You expecting anyone?

Sorella: Nope.

Envy: Amina! You didn't say you were stopping by!

Amina: I know, I just wanted to book Mystress for a gig!

Envy: Wh-[SQUEALS] GIRL! That ring!! He finally nutted up and asked????

Amina: [laughs] He finally did!!

Envy: Congrats!!! When? How? Lemme see this rock!

Amina: Harvestfest. Just asked me in front of his whole family after dinner. I don't think I wore clothes all weekend [laughs]

Envy: Good for you! But you wanna book us? You know we're not a wedding band, right?

Amina: Oh I know, but a gig is a gig right? Joy's new boyfriend is a DJ- so he'll take care of some of the reception. But I'd like some live music.

Envy: You'll pay us in actual cash right?

Amina: Of course!!

Envy: I'll ask the others, but I'm down! When is the wedding?

Amina: Date is not saved yet. But that's next on my list. I'll let you know ASAP.

Envy: Alright, cool. Hey maybe we'll get our big break in the interim and you'll have a famous band locked in for your wedding.

Amina: If there's any justice in the world it'll happen! Ok, gotta go. Thanks Envy!

Envy: Of course! Congratulations again. Eli is one hell of a lucky man!

Amina: [laughs] And he knows it!

Sorella: Who was that?

Envy: Oh, friend of my older sister's. Kinda like a sister to me too. SO glad Eli finally popped the question, anyone would be an idiot not to lock her down.

Sorella: Ahhhh.

Envy: You think you'll ever get married? I don't know if that life is for me.

Sorella: [shrugs] I haven't really thought about it. No one in my family gets married until they're like… 30 anyway.

Envy: Girl you are such a liar. I see those googly eyes you make at Alex.

Sorella: I don't know what you're talking about.

[strawberryfairi]

“I loved you then…back when I knew you”

Synopsis: 💎 When your old high school best friend, and admittedly, first love randomly shows up at your door one morning after a bit over ten years apart, your memories of him that you once locked away comes flooding back. Are you open to hearing him out after all this time? (In other words…will you take your man back or nah?)

♕Pairings: Kazutora X Black Fem Reader 🛑Content: 18+, Eventual smut, Some grief, Some angst ~Crossposted On: Wattpad ONLY ~Updating WEEKLY

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CHAPTER 2: HANEMIYA-SAN

Thankfully, your mom hadn't caught you looking a hot mess with your shirt buttons all ripped off last night as you came home. You just knew she'd lose her mind if she found out what happened, and you didn't feel like stressing her out with that story.

Today was fairly warm, around 20 degrees (68 in Fahrenheit), usual for this time of year. It was almost Autumn, the weather starting to act like it too.

You had texted your group chat last night, telling Asuka and Yumi a bit about what happened last night. They both stated how they wanted a more in-depth version of the story today at school, so that's what you were doing now as you all walked together.

"That's so terrifying! I'm so glad you're ok, oh my gosh." Asuka said, wrapping her arms around you from the side for a hug. Yumi quickly followed suit from the right of you, nuzzling her cheek on your upper arm.

"Thanks guys, I was so scared. If it weren't for that boy who came to help, I might not have shown up today, or any other day to be honest." You sigh, a somber tone in your voice.

"Speaking of that boy...give us the details!" Asuka chimes in.

"Yeah! He really came in and just beat him up?!" Yumi added.

"Yeah, he sure did! It was actually kinda scary. I was worried he was gonna break his bones or something." You admit.

"Woooow! You gotta admit that's so hot though, 'cause that means he's super strong! A high school boy beating up a college guy?! Woooow." Yumi swooned, placing her hands over her chest like a Disney princess. You deadpan playfully, deep down knowing this would come up.

"I'm gonna be honest, it's kind of giving...he might be a gang boy." Asuka said smugly, nudging your arm.

"What do you mean? Just 'cause he beat his ass doesn't mean he's in a gang-

"Ahhhh! Don't be so naive! Think about it, a high schooler beating the ever-loving crap out of a college aged man?! That just screams delinquency!" She shot back rather animatedly.

"Delinquency is crazy." You chuckle, amused that she used that word.

"The real question is...was he hot?" Yumi smirked nudging your arm playfully.

You feel your cheeks heat up a bit, recalling the way you felt so self-conscious of how you looked while with him, and how you caught yourself stealing looks his way more than a few times on the way to your home.

"Ooooo! The hesitation says it all!" Yumi practically hollered.

"I-I mean, you know, he wasn't...ugly." You stuttered out, trying to downplay how you felt about his looks.

"Right right." Asuka rolled her eyes playfully. "Just admit it, you think he's super hot, don't you?" She pressed, a devious smirk on her face.

"Ok well, sure, he was-...he was fine as hell." You finally swoon by the end of your confession, looking at the girls with hearts in your eyes. You all squeal, smacking each others arms before trying to settle down, catching the attention of passerby's.

"Shhh! Alright Aright! He could be anywhere y'all." You giggle.

"Oh my gosh! What if we see him today?!" Yumi murmured excitedly, her voice high in pitch as she tried not to squeal again.

"Honestly, if he was here I'd literally run home-

"Oh don't start that! You look so good today as usual. You did your hair all cute, your uniform skirt makes your butt look nice and jiggly, and your lipgloss is to die for! If he saw you he'd probably like..get hard or something." She shrugs nonchalantly.

"Yumi!" You smacked her arm, feeling your face heat up all over again.

"Whaaaat?! It's true!"

As we reached the main entrance of the school, there seemed to be a little bit of commotion as soon as we got inside. People were murmuring and chatting all over.

"What's going on?" Asuka asked some girls by the front who were quietly squealing amongst each other. You recognized two of the three girls in the group, Miyazaki-chan and Hayashi-chan, two girls in your grade. Both you and Yumi caught up to Asuka, joining in on the conversation.

"Are you kidding me, you haven't heard?! There's a super hot third year that just showed up today, and like all the girls are going crazy about him." Miyazaki-chan explains excitedly, gesturing with her thumb further down the hall.

"Really?" You scrunch your face up in confusion. It's literally all these girls around the halls acting like Michael Jackson just pulled up from the grave or something, and it's all just about some third year boy?

"Yeah! Hanako-chan saw him too!" Hayashi-chan says.

The other girl in the group, Hanako-chan nodded her head frantically. "I've only ever seen him once before now. He came into school just a few minutes ago! You should've seen 'em." She swooned, falling over onto Miyazaki-chan who laughed in response. Yumi nudged you discreetly, gaining your attention. "What if it's him?" She whispered towards your ear, an excited tone in her voice just like the other girls. That question made your heart flutter as a distinct realization hit you. Last night Kazutora had said he was a third year too, didn't he? He mentioned he goes to this school also.

"Wait wait, guys. Do you know his name?" You butted in, cutting off whatever Hayashi-chan was saying. They all looked towards each other, grinning like maniacs.

"Hanemiya-san." They sighed at the same time.

"Hanemiya?" You mutter back, disappointment dripping admittedly heavily from your voice. It must not be the same guy from last night. Still, you were curious about Hanemiya-san seeing as he had so many girls shook. He might as well be a school-wide celebrity.

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As the day went by, your patience had started to run thin. It seemed no matter where you were you would always just miss him. Other girls and friends would tell you "girl, are you serious?! He just walked by to his next class; how could you miss him?!". Like damn, you didn't know what he looked like, how were you supposed to know? But the curiosity was starting to ache, you wanted to see him, and figure out what all the hype was about. He better be fine as hell too since all day girls have been going absolutely crazy. You've even heard some guys whispering rumors and whatnot about him too.

Now it's lunch time, and you were determined to lay your eyes on him during this fifty minute period. You sat with Asuka, Yumi and the other girls from this morning at a table near the cafeteria window, all determined for you to see him as everyone else has today except for you.

"This is actually ridiculous, y'all. How'd every girl in the whole school see him except me?! Like, damn!" You groan dramatically.

"Maybe you need a new prescription?" Yumi joked. You pursed your lips in response. "Whatever, I'm gonna get somethin' to drink from the vending machine, y'all want somethin'?" You asked, standing from your seat at the table.

"Ehh, I'm good."

"No, it's fine."

"I already got something."

None of the girls wanted anything so it was just you. You wanted to make it quick so your lunch didn't get cold or, better yet, didn't miss Hanemiya-san somewhere in the caf.

Practically speed walking you finally reach the nearest vending machine, getting yourself your favorite strawberry ramunè. Thankfully, the drink came out without any technical issues, which tends to happen pretty often. You were just about to head on back until the sound of boisterous laughter resounded from one of the classrooms. You furrowed your brows, for some reason becoming nosy, something you never usually were.

"Ha! You're an idiot! You don't know shit about girls."

You peeked from the door, trying to stay well hidden.

"I know about girls! You've never even had a girlfriend!"

"I don't need one to know what they like, bumbass."

Your mouth almost hit the floor, a tiny gasp escaping you as you saw who all was in here. You know those situations where everyone in the group of guys was fine? Yeah no, this was not that. More like one third of the group was gorgeous, and it happened to be Kazutora, that same boy from last night sitting there with a cute wide smile just watching his two friends bicker. He had on the school uniform, obviously, but kinda swagged it out to match with his aesthetic. That same Christmas-looking bell earring was in his left ear, and that tiger tattoo sat loud and proud on his neck in complete view thanks to the style of the uniform.

They each were sitting down, one on the desk, and the other two in chairs pulled out in a triangle formation. Kazutora sat facing the back of the chair, his elbows resting on the desk behind him comfortably.

You were staring, practically drooling, for a good while before he seemed to notice your presence, his eyes glancing over towards you at the door abruptly. You jumped back, placing your free hand on your chest as your eyes widened.

"What? Someone there?" One of his friends asked. That was all it took for you to snap out of your shock, quickly booking it down the hallway and back to the caf.

The girls all noticed you as you walked over to the table. "Girl, you good? You look a little....outta breath." Asuka raised a brow, trying not to laugh. "Ha..." Was all you managed to get out as you sat down back in your chair, looking dazed. "Oooo guys, I think she might've finally seen Hanemiya-san." Miyazaki-chan chuckled, her tone purely mischievous. The girls all looked towards you with wide eyes for confirmation.

"I don't know 'bout no Hanemiya-san, but I did see that boy from last night." You said with a dramatic swoon in your voice.

"Waaaaait! Who?!" Miyazaki-chan's eyes widened. The other girls also had their own expressions of bewilderment as they waited for an explanation.

"This super hot, knight in shining armor ass guy from our school saved her from almost getting raped last night." Yumi explained with a prideful grin, nodding her head.

"Really?! Oh my gosh!" They all gasped at about the same time.

"Mhmm, it was a college guy that he beat up, too!" She added, her grin at this point was giving the grinch. The girls all gasped.

"A guy at our school beat up a college student?! He's gotta be one of the gang boys." Hanako-chan said.

Suddenly, Hayashi-chan out-bursted, slamming her hands on the table, gasping hard while coming to some sort of realization about something. "Oh.my.gosh! Guys, what if that guy that saved her last night was Hanemiya-san?!" She inquired, looking absolutely shook at her own theory. You watched in amusement as all the girls pondered over the idea, then excitedly come to an agreement with it.

"It's not Hanemiya-san, guys. He told me his name last night and it ain't that." You waved them off, chuckling to yourself as you shook your head. "Besides, I saw him just now, that's why I was lookin' so shook."

"Wait, you saw him?! The guy from last night?! What'd he look like?!" Hanako-chan fired questions left and right.

"Uhhh, well he's gotta earring, and pretty light brown eyes, and uhh he has dark hair with blonde highlights...and...." You trailed off watching as everyone's faces slowly turned shocked.

"One last thing", Miyazaki-chan started, her tone purely serious, "Did he have a tiger tattoo..on his neck?" She pointed to her own neck.

Now it was your turn to make a face. You all looked shook as you slowly nodded your head.

"That's..literally Hanemiya-san." Yumi murmured. You lowkey felt a deep sense of womanly pride that the hottest guy in the whole school ended up helping you out last night and even did you the favor of walking you home safely.

A silence fell over all of you, until finally bursting out into loud, high pitched squeals of excitement.

"Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmy-

"Girl, I'm literally so jealous, I can't even-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH"

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE"

"The hottest guy in school freakin' saved you, I-aeaferhahuehuahuahuehuaheuahuheua"

"Wait guys!" Hayashi-chan cut in abruptly, her face going from excited to mortified. None of y'all heard her though, you just continued squealing and smacking each other stupidly. Then, it seemed Hanako-chan, and Miyazaki-chan both caught on to whatever she was getting so serious about.

"Guys! I'm telling you-

"HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHHEHEHE"

"I can't believe it's been the same person this whole time!"

"I know right! AAAAAAAAH-

"GUYS!" Hayashi-chan finally snapped, instantly getting us to quiet down. We all looked at her with expressions that read "Why are you killin' the vibe?". Suddenly, you noticed a shadow coming closer from behind you. Yumi, Asuka, and you all turned around at the same time.

"Hey there."

It was like you sat right in front of a fireplace your face was so hot. Kazutora had actually come to the cafeteria, come to you! Did he see y'all acting up like that the whole time? Hopefully he at least didn't hear anything. Did you look alright?!

"H-hi." You inwardly scolded yourself for stuttering, but he was so intimidating it made it hard not to act shy.

"Didn't think you'd see me this soon, huh?" He grinned, tilting his head to the side which made his earring jingle.

"Mm mm." You shook your head, feeling your heart race with nervous excitement. The girls were dead silent, all just watching intently at the scene unfolding directly in front of them. Speaking of a scene, it seemed nearly everyone in the whole cafeteria was watching.

"So, you doin' anything after school?"

The girls gasped out loud at his question. You could tell they were using every fiber of their being not to squeal.

"Uhh no. Just goin' home, why?" You asked cooly, doing your best to keep your own composure.

"Mind if I walk you home?" The way he said it came across more like he was telling you he's walking you home rather than asking. You shake your head, letting out a soft, "I don't mind". He gave you a charming smile that made your heart flutter.

"Cool, I'll see you later then."

You nodded, only able to let out a little "K" in response.

All of you watched Kazutora meet back up with his two other friends, then head back out of the cafeteria, hands in his pockets the whole time. "Wow, what a way to make a statement." Yumi smirked, nudging your arm suggestively.

"What do you mean? I didn't make a statement." You turn towards her with your brows furrowed.

"No, not you, Hanemiya-san! He literally asked what you were doing later, then actually tells you he wants to walk you home?! If that's not a statement, I don't know what is!"

"Yeah, not gonna lie, Yumi-chan's right." Miyazaki nodded.

"He's practically claimed you!" Hanako-chan added excitedly.

"What? Girl, he did not claim me." You chuckle lightly.

"Yes.he.did. Just you wait, once you're out of the denial phase you'll see it." She clapped back, fully serious.

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Kazutora couldn't believe how utterly boring this day was. The most interesting part was finally being able to find you after catching that small glimpse of you peeking into the classroom, which he thought was so cute. He sat in history class, staring blankly into nothing as he thought about you. He noticed you'd done a different style with your hair, it was pretty elaborate in his opinion. Two buns with two small braids coming down from the crown area and into your face from the front, hanging way past your chin. The buns were big and puffy, looking like little clouds or something. It was a wonder how he wasn't able to find you first seeing as you so easily stand out.

Once school was finally over, he made his way to the entrance, waiting for you patiently. For some reason, Kazutora couldn't really get you out of his head last night or even today. You were cute that's for sure, but there was something else about you that made him want to be around you more.

"Oh, he's here guys. I'll see y'all later, K?"

The sound of your voice caught his attention. He looked up, eyes landing on you instantly. You were smiling wide, giving each friend a hug goodbye. He thought that was pretty adorable, it's not usual girls hug goodbye but you went and hugged each individual friend. Must be a culture thing. He thought to himself. He watched with a grin as you walked up to him, your once big bold smile turning shy instantaneously.

"Ready to go?" He smiled softly.

"Mhm."

The both of you walked side by side, catching multiple nosy eyes as you left the campus together. "So, how was classes?" You asked, trying to spark a conversation. For some reason it was hard for you to talk to him, the nervousness way too much for you to stay levelheaded.

"Boring, honestly, but I didn't mind science." He shrugged.

"Really?! You like science?" You said, eyes wide in surprise.

"I don't know about if I like science, but it got pretty interesting."

You nod, thinking about how your own science class went today. "I don't really like science much; it's alright. History is my favorite of the regular classes, I think, but music will always be my favorite subject."

"Music? What's so great about music class?" Kazutora scrunched his nose in confusion.

"Well everything. I have a keyboard at home that I practice on so...naturally it's my favorite." You shrug plainly.

"What, you wanna be a pianist or something?" He raised a brow.

"Yes, but I also sing. The teacher let's me do both, so I'm pretty cool with him. He also let's me play the piano sometimes after school or during lunch when I feel like it, so that's always nice. But music class also has lots..."

There you go again, rambling on and on about something you really like. Kazutora couldn't help the light tug at the corner of his lips, pulling into a grin as you continued. Even though he barely knew you for twenty four hours, he missed the way you'd ramble. It wasn't often or normal he'd hang around any girls anyways, so he wasn't complaining.

The whole walk consisted of the two of you getting to know each other, keeping conversations going with questions. At some point you had lightened up completely, letting go of that usual shy demeanor.

"Ok ok, would you rather...be a worm or a snail?"

"Ew", you giggled at his rather boyish question, "I don't know maybe a snail 'cause I'd have a little shell-house as opposed to being completely naked." You finished, giggling at the reasoning. "Ok, my turn. Would you rather...be hella short but gorgeous, or super tall but ugly?"

"Mmm. Well if I'm tall and ugly, but have a good personality, I could make it work. But nobody really sees a full personality from across the room. Ehh, I'll go with short but gorgeous."

"Come on short king!" You laughed.

"Would you rather...have huge feet or have huge hands?" He grinned mischievously.

"Eugh, both are trash options! I'll go with feet I guess...summer would be ass though, just trynna wear my flip flops in peace."

Kazutora laughed, making you laugh along with him naturally. "Ok wait, here's a question; not a would you rather one though. But what's your favorite season?" You inquire curiously.

Kazutora looked down at you, taking in the way you have such innocent looking eyes. "Probably this time of year, Autumn. It's way less intense than summer and winter, and spring just gets everybody sick."

"Right! Spring is cute, but honestly, it's treacherous with the allergies! My favorite is summer though, not gonna lie. I hate winter, it's way too cold for me." You visibly shudder, shaking your head.

"But winter let's you cuddle and stuff. I thought girls liked that kind of thing." He chuckled.

"I mean you can cuddle any time of year, but I see how winter probably makes you think of that the most. Think of it this way, I like the aesthetic or concept of winter, but not the weather. Give me the holidays, the cute seasonal drinks and all that, but leave that freezin' ass weather on the shelf." You laughed.

"I get that. Yeah, winter can get a little too cold for me too. I think fall is the perfect in between; and my outfits always look best this time of year anyways."

It seemed like a two minute walk as opposed to twenty as you both finally made it to your place. You frowned discreetly, a little disappointed that you're little hang out session with Kazutora would end just as it was getting good.

"Thanks for taking me home." You said softly, feeling the shyness starting to creep back up again. "You're welcome. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" He said, his voice a bit softer now.

"K!" You smile, giving him a wave as you happily made your way into your apartment building.

[jadetheblueartist]

hey :) how did you know and/or find out you were autistic?

Thanks for the question, anon!

Now, some of this stuff may not be relevant, but I’ll just take you through it anyway (in case we are the exact same person or something hahaha).

The very first time I ever really heard of autism was several years ago when I was talking to my mom about something that happened in my brain. I was like, “Yeah, so when I think of the number seven, I see green.” And she was like “Oh, really?” and then went on little thing about how she was pretty sure this was a symptom of something that geniuses had (I now know she was literally referencing synesthesia [“when your brain routes sensory information through multiple unrelated senses, causing you to experience more than one sense simultaneously” -Cleveland Clinic] and Sheldon Cooper hahaha). While I believe there is a correlation with synesthesia and autism, synesthesia is not part of the diagnostic material and would not be used as “evidence.”

The next thing was about a year ago. I was on Pinterest taking random quizzes, as you do, and I stumbled upon an autism quiz. So I, not really knowing what autism was, was like ooh yay another quiz. So I took it and it said I had moderate autistic traits. So I was like oh interesting and told my therapist this. Therapist was like, “ummmm okay maybe… but that is a single random quiz from Pinterest. It’s probably just social anxiety.” So I was like oh yeah okay and then moved on.

A few months after that, I was on Pinterest again and scrolling through some My Hero Academia stuff when I saw this list of reasons why they headcanonned Midoriya as autistic. So I was like, “Um. That’s what autism is? That just kinda sounds like me…” so I saved it because it was cool and scrolled down to related pins. Then I found a list as to why that person headcannoned Aoyama as autistic. So again, I read through and was like “… guys this is just me.” That is what sprung the deep dive. For the next several days I did literally nothing but watch all of the videos I could find of autistic people explaining their experiences, traits of autism, autistic masking, video essays of why rottmnt donnie is great autism representation, etc. I simultaneously wrote down every single thing I related to on a massive list. Then I got to my next therapy session. I spent the whole hour presenting as much of the information I could, and by the end, Therapist was like “hmmm, well I don’t really do diagnoses so I’m not super familiar with this. But we can go over the DSM-5 breakdown next week if you want.” So I was like, yes of course, and began prepping more.

In that week, I did some reflecting on my childhood and asking my family about my childhood (since I don’t have too many memories). Then I made a list of all of the childhood things that could be autistic traits (example: I spent all of my weekends researching ancient Egyptian Pharaoh Tutankhamen, lining up all of my brothers action figures for hours, I couldn’t stand the feeling of a super soft blanket on my hands or feet, etc). (Also at this time, I told my best friend about it and she was like “hahaha what do you mean? You’re too smart for that” so you can be autistic and have good grades? You can also be autistic and have bad grades bc they are not mutually exclusive :D anyway back to the main chunk) Icame back to therapy prepared and ready to go and we went through the criteria. At the end, therapist was like, “I can’t diagnose you, however, you do fit all of the diagnostic criteria” and I was like “ahhhh sick I knew it.”

So then I was like “Hey, Mom and Dad, I’m almost 100% percent sure I am autistic but I would like to get an official diagnosis. What do you think about that?” I wanted a diagnosis mainly to combat the gosh darn imposter syndrome (it kind of helps but the imposter syndrome is still there!! Ahhhhhh /lh) And since neither of them had any actual clue about autism, they were confused and not sure about it. I got them to agree by appealing to their practical side and said an official diagnosis could help me get job accommodations if I needed it. Plus it’s a lot easier to do it before you become an adult, so I should figure it out soon. Eventually they agreed and we got the ball rolling.

I was super excited bc everything said that the whole diagnosis process generally takes up to two years, but our doctor got us an appointment in a few weeks. Come to find out, he was just making sure we had any sort of valid reason so he could refer us somewhere to get the diagnosis. That was a bit of a bummer but it was still chill. We eventually got an appointment with this one place that actually diagnosed and again I was excited.

We went in for the initial appointment to figure out scheduling bc I had to do a few different appointments in total. The lady that would be administering the testing was about to leave that practice in a few months though (this was in November and she was leaving at the end of December). But she said she wanted to get it done herself so she just got us in quickly. We also somehow managed to finish what should’ve been a few hours long testing in an hour so I guess I’m just really good at autism hahaha (it’s probably bc we did the paperwork tests outside of the appointment).

Then in early January (she had already left by then but gave the report to someone else) we got the results, and I got my official autism diagnosis. It was a good day ^^

So yeah that’s basically my whole story. If you wanted me to go more into detail with anything like a DSM-5 criteria breakdown or something I would be more than happy to :))))) autism is a special interest of mine, after all.

This was really fun, Anon! Thanks so much for the ask and feel free to ask anything else you are curious about ^^