#DON’T LOOK AT ME OKAY BRAINROT WAS STRONG IN THIS ONE

[hanakihan]

『Absolute Being』

This painting was found in studio after painter Sung Jin-Woo disappeared. No date of creation was found, but due to rough and unclear style similar to that of ‘Ashborn’ piece, it’s considered a part of early Sung Jin-Woo. No title was found either, but due to words written on back of canvas, this piece got its name:

‘You, an Absolute Being, who is lovingly admiring. I wonder if you’ll reach the one you love?’

[r1elle]

desperate male lead syndrome is making a strong comeback in 2024 and i’m here for it!! so i wrote about this annoying loser (your honour i love him so much)

husband atsumu drabble because this is what the people want ^^ (i’m people)

“baby, don’t go looking at yer’ poor husband like that..” atsumu pouts, poking your cheeks at the sight of your evidently disdained face.

okay. you could go do that. you could also just forget the broken ceramic on the floor, still not cleaned up because atsumu would rather make amends with you first than cleaning up the potential risk that was right infront of you both.

honestly, you couldn’t tell whether you should be glad, or concerned.

“i’m not mad at you,’ you say, the expression on your face clearly betraying your words. “don’t worry about it, atsumu.”

you thought that maybe your words would ease the blonde man’s resolve, however it seemed to have only made it worse for him.

“atsumu?! no baby, no love, no ‘tsumu?!” he stresses, hands going up to his mouth.

you stare at his rather dramatic delivery,—and was that the life in his eyes flying away?? he looks like a modern rendition of casper the ghost.

“i’ll do the dishes for a week, no,—a month! i’ll buy ya’ those heels ya’ told me not to buy at the mall!!” atsumu frantically spouts, saying anything he could think of as he continues to cling onto your figure, his face mushing onto your neck and shoulder area.

you shut your eyes. just.. how could you stay annoyed? look at his pouty face, how his ears seemed to be more red than the rest of his skins current complexion. he practically made it impossible for you to even be the least bit mad, and you would’ve felt as guilty as a convict for even attempting to do so. that’s the kind of effect he had on you.

in response, you merely sigh. but there wasn’t any bark to it. “or, you could clean up the shattered pot on the floor.” you say, making sure to bring your tone to a more gentle and reassuring one.

atsumu turns to at you once again, his blonde locks tickling your skin as he moves.

“yer’ not mad anymore?” he beams. “i mean, we could always make another pot, right? how ‘bout it?” he says, hopeful eyes staring directly to your orbs.

in all realness, you genuinely weren’t mad at him, —(as much as he would sulk and say you definitely were), no. you were just sad at the fact that you and atsumu’s ceramic that you both had worked so hard to sculpt and paint on your first date was now shattered on the floor, all but beyond repair.

“i was never mad at you, promise.” you say. “just a bit disappointed. i liked that pot a lot, you know.” your hand reaches for atsumu’s cheek, pinching it slightly. physical touch always seemed to reassure him more than anything else.

atsumu mentally notes that he should make you breakfast in bed the following morning as he stares at your affirming expression. he plants various of pecks on your face after doing so.

“i’m sorry, princess.” atsumu coo’s, his hand pushing away the little hairs on your forehead as he plants a kiss on it.

“i’ll make it up to ya’, i promise.”

— • —

now, you know that you most definitely shouldn’t be all too surprised, considering that, well, —this was miya atsumu we were talking about,

but seriously….

you stare at the little bundle of fur politely sitting on your lap as you rub your eyes, just having come out of your nights sleep. you also happen to notice the smell of pancakes and hot chocolate coming from the bedside table.

“ ‘tsumu, where—?..no, when did you get this dog?”

“i have my ways.” he proudly grins. “but look, it’s yer’ favourite breed!”

“….yes, i know. but where did you—“

“we have a daughter now, hehe.”

“since when did i agre—“

“so adorable, definitely takes after her mommy and daddy. look at the bow on her head!”

“ ‘tsum-“

“i love you.”

“dont change the subject!”

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atsumu brainrot is real and clocking me out (kageyama i can explain)

update: TYSM for 1k+ notes omg ??!! thank u all for loving this loserboy with me i feel so heard 😢😢🙏🏽

[g1rld1ary]

the way i see you ; remus lupin x reader

synopsis: you're an artist, but you never let any of your friends see your work. they finally attend one of your exhibits and see your feelings on paper

wc: 4346

cw: swearing, allusions to sex, gryffindor reader but literally mentioned once, no pronouns but implied to be fem reader, kissing, no war AU!!

me: the remus brainrot is strong rn

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You were an artist, you had been the whole time the boys knew you. Even in first year as a shy eleven year old, you were always scribbling away in a little sketchbook that lived in the big pockets of your robes. The hobby only developed as you got older, expanding mediums and filling countless sketchbooks. When you weren’t studying (or even when you were supposed to be) it was almost a given that you’d be working on a piece somewhere, far from the prying eyes of others.

Your friends caught glances of your art sometimes, doodles on the corner of your essays or notes, maybe a stray page left out in your dorm which told them you were good, but you never ever willingly let them see it. They didn’t know why, truthfully, you didn’t know either, but it had always been that way and everyone had more or less accepted that.

“Have you ever drawn me?” Sirius asked one afternoon as you all sat out by the Black Lake, cocky grin on his face.

“’Course,” You answered simply, moving to turn back to your conversation with Remus.

“Wait, really?”

“Well you have to have drawn me then, right? Can’t just be Padfoot!” James cut in quickly, making you laugh, nodding.

“Before everyone starts asking, lets just establish that I’ve drawn all of you at some point, okay?” You thought that would calm them down, but it only riled them up further, much to your chagrin.

“And you haven’t shown us?” Marlene cried dramatically.

“I deserve to see you capture my beauty!” Sirius collapsed in an exaggerated performance and you couldn’t decide whether you were amused or embarrassed, giggling and hiding your face in Remus’ shoulder. He merely pat you on the shoulder, shooting you a fond gaze you couldn’t see. James caught it though, and smirked in a way that Remus knew he was about to be embarrassed.

“Have you drawn Moony?” He asked, and you both looked at him suddenly.

“Prongs, don’t,” Remus said sternly, then turning to you, “It’s okay, you don’t have to answer… I know they must ruin the picture.” He gestured down to his scars. You just looked at him for a moment, utterly baffled.

“As if some silly scars would stop me from drawing you,” You said, a sweet smile on your lips, “You’re my biggest inspiration, Moony.” He blushed at that but the rest of your friends tactfully ignored it, though the boys shot him some shit-eating looks.

It was probably true that you drew Remus the most, but it was only because you spent the most time with him! Or, that’s what you told yourself anyway. Remus Lupin was your best friend in the world, and you loved him more than anything. Since you were always together and hanging out, clearly you’d draw him more, it was perfectly natural!

Your study sessions together in the library often devolved quickly, essays abandoned to the side, both of you falling into chatter as you studied and sketched him.

“What’re you drawing, dove?” He’d always ask, knowing you’d never tell. You’d simply press your lips into a cheeky smile, shaking your head resolutely.

“Uh-uh,” You’d say, “An artist never reveals her secrets.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s magicians, stupid,” He laughed, running a hand through his curls.

“Oh,” You frowned, “Well I’m that too, aren’t I?”

“Hardly,” He snorted, “Your essays are more doodles than writing.”

“Hey, Slughorn gave me a whole extra mark for the portrait I drew last week, so none of that.”

Or you’d follow him out of the pub you were all in when Remus needed a smoke, sitting on the blacked out window ledge as he lit up. You thought he might have been the most beautiful person in the world when he smoked, the way the lighter brought out the gold flecks in his eyes and hair and the shadows of night emphasised his unreal bone structure. You’d probably drawn him in that exact scenario hundreds of times, but it wasn’t your fault he looked like a fallen angel. When he leaned over to give you a puff you took it gratefully, if only for the proximity. You weren’t much of a smoker, but for Remus you’d let your lungs rot.

It was moments like that where you’d wonder what it would be like to kiss him, lean past the cigarette and put your mouth on his. Sometimes you thought he wanted it too, the way he’d get slightly too close for best friends, his own hand being the one to stick the dart into your mouth, sometimes so close your lips brushed his fingers. Moments like that made you wonder if he loved you back. Then later, when everyone was drunker, you’d see him stick his tongue down some prettier girl’s throat and you’d remember your place as his best friend. If it stung you tried not to show it, letting some sleazy guy a few years older than you buy you drinks until Peter told you it was time to leave.

Still, you were mostly alright with just being friends with Remus. You still got most of the benefits; his conversation, his dry humour, the ability to look at his gorgeous face. Who needed everything else? Plus, you could draw him whenever you wanted, doing whatever you wanted — not in a weird way. Mostly. You still would never admit that you’d drawn him holding your hand, or kissing you, or other things you desired… The magic of art, right?

After years of bugging, you finally submitted to your friends constant nagging. The day that you officially graduated Hogwarts was an emotional one. Seven years of constant laughter and magic (both literal and the sentimental kind) were over, and the world seemed too large and intimidating compared to the familiar walls of your school. Yet there was no stopping it, and you were all Hogwarts graduates.

While all your parents cried and reminisced over coffee in the Great Hall, your friends had gone for one last deep conversation by the Black Lake. Discussions of the future were unavoidable, but were mostly positive. Talks of trips you’d take, apartments you’d live in and hell you’d raise. When you all quietened down slightly, struck by it being the last time you’d sit in front of the lake, you cleared your throat.

“Um, I have something for you guys, a graduation gift.” From your purse you pulled the envelopes, all filled with fancy cardstock from the art shop near your family home. You’d drawn a simple grey-lead portrait of each of your friends, framed with a little message of congratulations. You watched anxiously as they each opened the envelopes, nervous all the hype would make the art seem inconsequential. Your fear couldn’t be farther from the truth.

Sirius gasped dramatically as he saw what it was, but a genuine smile followed straight after. James burst straight into tears, hardly getting the picture all the way out. You could tell Lily was trying not to follow, but seeing her boyfriend cry set off the waterworks for her. Marlene and Mary were inspecting the others, pointing out the little details you’d put in, like Mary’s favourite daisy earrings or the slit Marlene had impulsively shaved into her eyebrow only a few weeks before. Peter was bright pink, flattered to the highest degree. Remus was hard to read, simply staring at you with the strangest look in his eye. You couldn’t ask him about it though, being ambushed with hugs from every direction.

“I can’t believe you’ve been hiding all this talent from us,” Peter said, the rest agreeing.

“Didn’t know we had our very own Da Vinci hiding behind a Gryffindor tie,” Marlene added, making you blush and grin.

You dreaded to imagine what it would look like from an outsider’s perspective, the eight of you teary, sweaty messes all piled on top of each other. Well, seven of you.

“Come on, Moony,” James called in a sing-song voice, “If you can’t submit to a hug at our graduation I am going to give you the biggest, slobberiest kiss and you won’t be able to do a thing about it.” Remus snorted, rolling his eyes.

“You look like absolute wankers,” Was all he said, but joined the pile nonetheless, and you were extra glad he was mainly holding on to you. When you all finally pulled away it was minutes later, but the whole thing was strangely cathartic.

“We all have to promise that we’ll always be friends, no matter what,” Mary said, putting her pinky finger out. The rest of you agreed, sticking your pinkies in for a very convoluted eight way promise. With that sorted your friends started heading back up the hill to the school building, ready to leave Hogwarts forever and prepare for a long night of heavy drinking. Remus held you back. James sent you a suggestive glance when he noticed but left it that, drawing Lily in for a bittersweet kiss.

You turned to Remus, only for his eyes to be locked on the portrait. You’d spent so much time trying to get it perfect for him, practising the stupid knot he insisted on tying every day despite the rest of the school going with a less convoluted method of wearing their ties.

“Do you like it?” You asked, subconsciously twisting your ring around your pointer finger. Remus let out a half laugh.

“I love it, honest. It’s insane, really. That you can make this just like that. It’s just…” You searched his eyes for the rest of the sentence. “You make me look…” He didn’t finish but you knew immediately what he meant. Remus hated looking at himself, training his eyes down in the bathroom and opting to always be the photographer so he didn’t have to see himself in the final product. You knew of course it was because of his scars, but you genuinely couldn’t believe he thought they were ugly, much less made him ugly.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, just once,” You sighed, grabbing his free hand and interlocking your fingers, leading him back to where the others were waiting.

Four years out of Hogwarts and you’d all kept your promise. Of course you didn’t see each other quite as much as the boarding school schedule allowed, but the boys all had an apartment together which brought you together often enough — except James and Lily who were married and had moved down to Godric’s Hollow to raise baby Harry. That similarly brought you all to meet often, all determined to spoil Harry as his aunts and uncles.

You weren’t a full-time artist professionally, though you still did it just as much. You’d evolved to paints by then; living with a muggle because the rent was cheap had the added bonus of not having to worry about leaving your paintings on the easel since you didn’t really care what they thought about your art anyway.

Your friends were all huddled in the boys’ apartment living room, every seat taken as you all caught up. You were on the couch with Remus, absentmindedly running your hands through his hair as his head rested on your lap. You still weren’t dating, but Lily always said you might as well have been. You laughed her off every time — if he hadn’t said anything by now how could he feel the same way? You tried to pretend it didn’t still sting.

You’d tried dating, Remus too. He’d had countless partners since you’d finished school — even more one night stands. Nothing lasted more than a few months. You’d done slightly better, you made it about a year with some bloke that Remus hated before he revealed himself as a colossal dickhead, and you’d been mostly single since.

The group was trying to organise their next meeting.

“What about the movies next Friday? I wanna see that new muggle film, Knife Runner,” James suggested and you and Remus both snorted.

“Blade Runner, love,” Lily corrected with a giggle and James burst out laughing, making a quick joke at his own expense. You’d dug your planner out of your purse to check your availability and frowned, closing the book quickly.

“I can’t do next Friday, sorry, how about Saturday?”

“And what plans have you got on a Friday night, you minx?” Mary asked with wiggling eyebrows. Even Remus looked interested, which made your heart stutter.

“Just a work thing,” You answered quickly, not wanting to reveal the real reason.

“You lie like a rug!” Marlene yelled, sitting up from her spot on the floor. You winced, you shouldn’t have made an excuse that she could so easily disprove, being in the same department of the ministry. “What plans are you too embarrassed to tell us about, slag?” You laughed shortly, their assumptions were so completely off.

“It’s not what you think—”

“Not what you think my arse, who’s ‘Davis Show’ and why is he surrounded by hearts, you absolute tart!” Sirius cried, displaying the planner for everyone to see. You couldn’t help but burst out laughing, wheezing as you looked at your friends’ faux-scandalised expressions.

“Look you twats, Davis Show isn’t a man. I’ve been invited to put my art in a show at the Davis Gallery down on Welking Road next week. I can assure you I’m not shagging a man named Davis.”

The whiplash was immediate, the gossip sniffing exchanged for celebrations, you couldn’t tell whose yelling was whose. Peter immediately ran to the kitchen for a bottle of champagne, passing glasses around the room. When the initial excitement wore down you were subjected to a million questions, and tried to answer each of them patiently.

“I can’t believe you weren’t gonna tell us,” Mary pouted and you sighed.

“You know how I get about my art,” You explained, “It’s not that I don’t love you all, obviously, it just makes me so nervous thinking about you guys all seeing my stuff.”

“You know we’re all coming now, right?” James said, wiping his glasses where the champagne bubbles had created smudges.

“You really don’t have to,” You put in quickly, “It’s so embarrassing.”

“Why won’t you let us appreciate you?” Marlene whined.

“It’s just, my art is like an extension of my soul. I don’t think I’d be able to recover if you didn’t think it was good.” Your friends grew rowdy at that, offended you’d even think they wouldn’t adore your art no matter what. You felt Remus put a hand on your thigh and gave him a weak smile, knowing he’d shut down the conversation if you wanted him to. You didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing though, especially when everyone was being so supportive. You figured everyone was so busy they’d forget it by the next week anyway.

Friday came, and you were a wreck of nerves. Although you’d sold pieces here and there throughout the years, this show would be the first time your art would be displayed as a collective, and you were terrified of rejection.

You’d figured your friends weren’t actually coming since none of them had really mentioned anything since. Apart from Lily, of course, who’d sent an owl to your desk that morning with a sweet good luck note and your favourite chocolate.

Even Remus hadn’t said anything when you went for coffee on your lunch break. That did puzzle you, you knew he would never go if he thought it would make you uncomfortable, but it wasn’t like him as your best friend to forget something so monumental in your life. You thought he was acting kind of weird though, more affectionate than he usually was. He kept looking at you longer than he should, and you wondered if you’d miscounted how far away the next full moon was. When you asked him about it he just brushed it off, looking down at his tea instead like he’d been caught.

“I love you,” He said and you laughed.

“I love you too, Lupin!” You cooed, patting him softly on the hand.

“You’re amazing, you know?” You arched a brow.

“What are you trying to make up for?” You asked suspiciously, giving him a once over to search for answers.

“Nothing, promise,” He smiled in a way that made your knees a little weak, “I just wanted to make sure you knew.”

“You’re gonna give me an ego,” You grumbled, packing up your things to get back to work. As you parted ways he pressed a kiss down to your cheek and you stumbled. Remus was never this affectionate as a person — a pat on the back, a hug if you needed one, yes, but he was never one for casual platonic kisses. You figured it must have been his way to apologise for not coming to the art show? But he knew you didn’t mind, so what was he apologising for? You tried to shake it off and get back to work, but you couldn’t get your closeness out of your head.

Evening fell and you were setting up your stall before the other patrons came in. Rearranging the paintings until you were pretty much perfectly happy, you looked around, still not fully believing you were really here. People were filtering in, well dressed and chattering softly as young waiters handed out flutes of champagne. You straightened out your silky black skirt in an effort to look more presentable, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

At first things were slow, and you almost regretted not inviting your friends, if only so they could make your area look more interesting. And once you let that thought in, you kind of regretted not inviting them anyway. After all, they were the dearest people in your life and this was such a meaningful event to you.

You couldn’t think about that for long though since people had begun to filter over to you, making polite small talk as they admired your paintings. You tried to be energetic, smiling widely if you ever locked eyes with someone. However, deep down, you just wanted your friends.

A little old woman approached you for a while, wanting to know the meaning behind basically every painting and you told her happily, sharing the memories that inspired each work.

“Seems like you’ve got some true friends,” She said, “I hope you keep them close.” You agreed, thanking her profusely as she bought a landscape of the Whomping Willow.

It was growing closer and closer to closing, and honestly, it had been a wonderful night. Seeing the way that people reacted and interacted with your art was a magical experience, and changed the way you thought about it entirely. You decided that if you ever got the opportunity again, you’d want to share it with everyone else.

You were just moving to start packing up when you heard a myriad of gasps.

“What the fuck, dude?” The unmistakeable voice of Marlene McKinnon said from behind you. You whipped around to meet them, breaking into a cheek splitting smile.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, rushing over to scoop them all up into a hug.

“Fuck that, why didn’t you tell us that we’re your exhibition?” Sirius cried, running up to examine the paintings more clearly.

“And that they’re literally professional?” Peter added, eyes wide in wonder. You flushed red under their praise. If your friends thought your pencil portraits were good, they were nothing compared to your paintings.

Plus, every one of them was of your friends, or something sentimental to you all. Landscapes of Hogwarts, portraits of your friends, captured memories of long summer days, or life sketches from when you were all together. You watched them observe the paintings with nervous excitement, loving as they gave specific, personal compliments that only people who truly knew you could give.

“This our apartment,” Sirius said, pointing to one of your biggest pieces, “That’s our couch, the pillow Prongs has permanently ruined with butterbeer, that’s Moony!”

“There are a lot of paintings of Moony, aren’t there?” James whispered to you, wiggling his eyebrows. You flushed again. Sirius continued on, seeming (or pretending) not to have heard.

“We have to have this in the flat. Right boys?” Your eyes widened.

“Really?”

“For sure,” Peter said, “I’m buying this one too.” He gestured to one of him and James playing chess in the Gryffindor common room.

“And this is taking pride of place at home.” James pointed to a portrait of his and Lily’s wedding, and Lily similarly chose one of her and baby Harry. Marlene took one of her and Mary on the beach and Mary took one of the group at a house party. Half your paintings ended up being sold by the end of the night, and you couldn’t feel luckier. The only one who hadn’t said anything was Remus, who couldn’t keep his eyes off the paintings.

You shooed your friends out of the gallery once it really was closing time, and got to work packing away your things. You were deep in thought, reflecting on the wild day when someone cleared their throat behind you. It was Remus, and he moved to help you put your things away, stacking the paintings between bubble wrap to protect them.

“These are really beautiful,” He said, “I mean, we knew you were talented but… these are seriously on another level.”

“Thanks, Remus.” You smiled, unable to make eye contact as you watched him handle all the paintings you’d done of him. Portraits like the others, but also studies of his hands — god you were obsessed with his hands — his profile, and one less than innocent picture of his back, scars resting over muscles. You probably shouldn’t have put that one out, but to be fair you didn’t know he’d see it.

There was a somewhat awkward silence between the two of you. Not uncomfortable, per se, but there were definitely things you both wanted to say that neither knew how to.

“Let me drive you home,” Remus settled on and you nodded, letting him help you load your work into the boot of his car. You sat in the passenger seat, absentmindedly tapping your fingers on the dashboard to whatever radio station Remus had turned on. Remus stared straight ahead, knuckles pulled tight around the steering wheel.

“I’m really proud of you, you know. This whole show was incredible.” You went to thank him again but he kept talking. “I just wanted to know, um, there were a lot of paintings of me. I was just wondering why, why me?” You hesitated, unsure of what was going to come out of your mouth.

“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you,” You decided on with a bit of a sigh.

“You’ve said that before, what does that mean?” Your breath hitched. You definitely didn’t intend for it all to come out tonight, but if you didn’t say it now you doubted you ever would.

“You are the most beautiful person I know, Remus. I mean, even aside from your personality — which we know I have to be at least somewhat a fan of after all these years — you’re totally fit. Your eyes, your hair, God, your fucking bone structure, you’re literally a walking renaissance painting. And I know you think your scars make you ugly, but you don’t know how turned on I get thinking about how they’d feel on my skin.” Shit, you probably should’ve stopped talking.

You hadn’t realised he’d parked while you were rambling, but now you were sitting outside his apartment and he was looking at you with eyes that looked more like the wolf than him.

“I turn you on?” He whispered, voice suddenly gravelly as he leaned closer in to you.

“More than anything,” You breathed, brain buffering at the feeling of his breath on your face. Suddenly his mouth was on yours, hot and electric and not at all gentle. It felt like years of pent up frustration being let out all at once, and if he was anything like you, it probably was.

“Up,” He mumbled between kisses and you heard him undoing his seatbelt, hurrying to do the same. You barely disconnected to get out of the car, attaching yourself to his arm as he led the way up to the boys’ flat.

You made it up the three flights of stairs, not without Remus pushing you up against the stairwell wall to stick his tongue in your mouth, and stumbled straight into his bedroom, shedding layers as soon as the door was safely shut.

The next morning you awoke first, initially convinced you were dreaming when you saw him lying peacefully beside you. Eventually you rolled onto your side, ready to get out of bed for a glass of water when his nightstand caught your eye. There, in pride of place, was your graduation portrait of him, with a polaroid of the two of you stuck to the corner. Maybe he really had liked you as long as you’d liked him.

[frudoo]

Literally obsessed with your Slasher 141 series, its been giving me so much brainrot

I have a few ideas;

reader feels a bit self conscious about her body and the boys make it their mission to show her how beautiful she is in their eyes (could be fluff or smut)

OR

Reader decides to be a brat over text to the boys as they were out for the day, and hides from the boys once they arrive home, resulting in them hunting and chasing her down 👀👀 ( smut and a lil fluff )

This is very self-indulgent because I've been feeling bad about my own body lately. This is for my fellow fat girls <3

Warnings: Mentions of skipping meals, food in general. Self-deprecating thoughts, somewhat poor communication. Fem!Reader is fat (in all of the slasher!141 AU). Fluff!

You’ve been off lately. During mealtime with the boys, you barely eat, just poke at the food on your plate. It isn’t like you—you’re usually the one to cook and try out all kinds of new recipes to share with your lovers, or baking sweet treats to give them after a hard day—so for you to suddenly have no interest in food is concerning. Tonight is no exception. John made your favorite, beef stew and cornbread (a southern delicacy you taught him how to make), but you just mindlessly stir the stew with your spoon, eyes focused on nothing at all.

     “How was your day, dove?” Kyle tries to break you from your trance, but you only nod.

     “Helped a chicken give birth today,” Simon stares straight at you, ignoring the incredulous looks the other three men give him.

     Still, no sort of reaction from you, other than an uninterested hum. 

     “Ah went tae the doctor earlier,” Johnny says next. “Turns oot ah’m pregnant.”

     “Nice,” you deadpan, completely oblivious to the outrageous lies these dumbasses have been telling you. 

     “Enough,” Price furrows his eyebrows, dropping his spoon with a clang. “Darlin’, you haven’t eaten in two days.”

     This time, you listen. Immediately, you rush to defend yourself, eyes narrowed at the bearded man.

     “I’ve just been fe-”

    “Don’t you give me that bullshit about bein’ sick, either. I’ve seen you sick, and it was completely different than this,” he interrupts, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “Speak, baby. Tell us what’s goin’ on in that pretty head o’yours.”

     “It’s nothing,” you grumble.

     Simon sighs dramatically, slapping his palms down on the dining room table to push himself up out of his chair. Before you can protest, he picks you up and sits in your seat, then settles you in his lap. You try to wriggle free, but his hold on you is unwavering. 

     “Stop strugglin’ and tell us wha’ the fuck is wrong w’you,” the blond man grunts, strong arms wrapped around your waist so you can’t move as much. 

     “I hate my body!” You blurt, and the room falls silent. “I-I don’t know what you all see in me. I just… I look gross.”

     Tears build in your eyes and spill past your waterline, streaming down your round cheeks. All four men look at each other wordlessly, unsure of what to say. Their silence breaks your heart, and you manage to wriggle out of Simon’s lap. 

     “I’m going to bed,” you mumble, wiping your eyes with your sweatshirt and moping your way upstairs.

     Your bedroom is the furthest down the hall, the longest walk. Usually this fact doesn’t bother you, but with your state of mind the way it is right now, you can’t help but feel like it’s purposeful. You slam the door shut and lock it, purposefully avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you flop into bed. It creaks with your weight, and you let out another sob. 

     You end up crying yourself to sleep, clammy face stuck to your pillow. When you wake up, you find that your door is still locked and try your hardest not to burst into tears all over again. Not one of the boys came to check on you last night? It makes you feel even worse—are you that much of an eyesore that they don’t dare come see if you’re okay? The thought makes your stomach churn. A knock makes itself known on your door, pulling you from your thoughts.

     “Dove? Can you let us in?” Kyle’s soft voice sounds from the hallway. “Please?”

     “We wanna talk to you, sweet girl,” Price’s voice comes next, followed by more pleas from Johnny and Simon.

     With a shaky sigh, you oblige, unlocking the door and swinging it open. When your eyes fall on them, you bite back a gasp—they all look exhausted, puffy bags beneath their bloodshot eyes, frowns tugging their lips downward. You can’t imagine you look any better, but still, your heart aches seeing them look so down.

     “Hey, bonnie,” Johnny instantly brightens up when he sees you, and you have to fight the urge to push him off when he wraps his arms around you. 

     “Hi,” you mutter, impartial to the kiss the Scotsman plants on your temple.

     They all trail into your room nervously, and it’s just then that you notice a large jar in Simon’s arms. Your eyebrows furrow as you sit on the edge of your bed, waiting for one of them to speak up first.

     “I want to start by apologizin’, sweetheart,” John begins, sitting beside you on your bed. “We were all… well, none of us were expectin’ to hear you talk about yourself like that, and we panicked. That wasn’t fair to you.”

     You shrug, eyes focused on your lap. Price reaches out to grab your hand, gently running his thumb across your knuckles. 

     “You are absolutely stunnin’. You are the farthest thing from gross, dove,” Kyle sits on your opposite side, grabbing your unoccupied hand. 

     “Ah think ah speak fer all of us when ah say tha’ we love yer body,” Johnny hums.

     “I’m fat,” you frown, and Simon scoffs.

     “Yeah? And?” He narrows his eyes at you. “We like y’like tha’. More t’grab, more t’love.”

     “I don’t understand why,” you whisper, chewing on your bottom lip anxiously. 

     “What’s not to understand?” John squeezes your hand. “You’re soft, and warm.”

     “The fuckin’ best at cuddlin’, too,” Kyle grins.

     “Great tits,” Johnny butts in, earning himself a jab to the ribcage from Simon. “Och- wha’?! It’s true!”

     “Wha’ the wanker is tryin’ t’say is tha’ you’re perfect. For us, in general—y’complete us, love. Your body is jus’ a plus,” Simon concludes, finally stepping forward to offer you the jar.

     “What’s this?” You ask, carefully pulling your hands out of Kyle and John’s. 

     “We spent all nigh’ gatherin’ up pictures of you tha’ we love,” Kyle explains, watching excitedly as you screw the lid off. 

     Inside, the jar is filled to the brim with photos and polaroid pictures—candids of you baking in the kitchen, napping on the couch, tending to the garden or the animals, even selfies you sent to Johnny when the two of you first started talking online. Mixed in with those is printouts of text messages they’ve all sent each other, fawning over you, some of which dating back to even before you met the others. Tears stream down your face yet again, but instead of being sad, you’re overwhelmed with love and joy from these men you get to call yours.

     “I-I don’t know what to say,” you sniffle, setting down the jar to wipe your eyes.

     “Don’t say anythin’, darlin’, just let us hold you,” John murmurs, pulling you onto the bed and wrapping an arm around your waist.

     Maybe being dogpiled by your four huge husbands on an already creaky bed isn’t the best idea, but hey, all that matters is that you’re happy.

[t1red-twilight]

Hey! Sorry for requesting again but the peter parker brainrot is strong right now and i cant stop thinking about reader finding a spider in the apartment and them not letting peter kill it cause like? That would be murder right? so they make him take it outside 🫶 you write peter so perfectly thank you again for the last one!! ❤️

wouldn’t that be murder?

content/warnings: gn!reader, andrew!peter, fluff, spider mentions, cursing, this one’s pretty silly

notes: don’t apologize! this is such a cute idea, and tysm for the compliment🥲 i try to be accurate and i never know if i truly succeed, lol. peter parker brainrot is SO real i need him so bad rip (i apologize if this is a bit short, btw)

word count: 0.7k

masterlist p. parker masterlist

when peter walked in from the entryway, he saw you staring at the wall. your head was slightly tilted upwards, and you were unmoving. “honey?” he asked. “what are you doing?” his questions were followed with his giggles.

he set his bags down, and took his shoes off. as he stepped closer, you continued to stay planted firmly. “there’s a spider,” you responded. as you spoke, you stayed in that same position. peter laughed again at your deadpan reply.

he walked up to you, and sure enough, there was a spider on the wall. it wasn’t large, so he couldn’t quite gage why you were acting so peculiar. he shrugged. “i see that,” he walked up from behind you and rubbed your arms softly. “do you want me to kill it?”

you turned to face him quickly, and he could have sworn that you gasped. “what? kill it? why?” your lips were slightly agape. peter shrugged again, looking around for what he could possibly be missing.

he leaned forward and kissed you on the cheek. “i thought you didn’t like spiders?” peter asked. he recalled past events where you had climbed on top of the couch, the coffee table, the kitchen counters; spiders were definitely not your thing.

“i don’t,” you said in a matter-of-fact tone. one of your hands reached down to his, and you laced your fingers together. at this, peter inched closer to you.

“i can kill it for you. if you want.” your face contorted into a semi-horrified expression. you glanced around, clearly very shocked at peter’s suggestion.

you exclaimed, “no, peter! you can’t kill it!” you said it as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. your nose was wrinkled, you were almost bug-eyed.

“i’m lost. why not?” every other spider situation that had occurred previous to this moment had resulted in peter “disposing” of it for you. one time, in fact, you insisted that he flush the spider’s corpse just so you knew, for sure, that it was gone. heck, you kept an eye out for cobwebs just to make sure no secret roommates were lurking in the apartment.

you paused for a moment. “can’t you like….command spiders or something? wouldn’t that constitute as murder?” the tone your voice held was lowered and almost convicting.

peter’s eyebrows jolted upward, and he began to grin. “what?” he muttered. “no, i can’t command spiders.” peter’s hands rose to sit on the small of your back, and he pulled you flush against him. once in an embrace, he kissed the top of your forehead. he was still biting back giggles.

after a long pause, you responded. “but it would still be murder,” your voice was lowered to a whisper. “i have a giant bug living in my home. i am now obligated to be careful and considerate toward spider-kind.” peter couldn’t fight his laughs this time. your blank, impassive line of reasoning was so silly, and he couldn’t entirely tell if you were being serious or not.

“okay, so we can’t kill it.” this seemed to be a non-negotiable.

“it’s against my code of conduct,” you reiterated. this time, peter could hear the smile in your tone. he pulled away from you to look into your eyes. there were crinkles near them from your smile, and he noted the sparkle in them.

he kissed your cheeks again, overwhelmed by affection for you. “let’s just take it outside then?” he checked your face to see if this was an adequate solution.

“yeah, that works. peter- where did she go?” you had turned back to the wall, and the spider was gone, not in the spot it had been before. your head shot back and forth trying to find where she had gone to. you stepped backward and your back thumped into peter’s chest.

the spider had moved down to the baseboards. “oh shit- there she is.”

“where?” your voice was rising in pitch and volume. peter took one and, placed it gently on your jaw, and directed your head down to where the spider sat. “oh.”

while he kept an eye on the spider, you went to grab a card and a plastic cup to help evacuate the spider. as soon as the deed had been dealt with, a tension in your shoulders released.

“so, you like spiders now?” peter inquired.

“no. only you.”

[minisugakoobies]

Mingyu 💞

💞 [ Reunion ] - A longing kiss shared after being apart for a while

This almost ended up being 1k 🤦‍♀️ I am sorry! But the 'gyu brainrot is REAL and it is STRONG 💕

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"You know, you didn't have to come."

You roll your eyes as Jeonghan repeats himself. True, your brother doesn’t really need any help picking up his friends from the airport, but you'd insisted on tagging along anyway.

"They're my friends, too," you declare.

"No, they're not." He glances at his watch, then shoots you a look. "You're not gonna be weird about this, right?"

You ignore him, choosing instead to focus your attention on the faces of the passengers now crowding around the luggage carousels, wishing you could brush aside the buzzing of your nerves just as easily as you shut out your brother's voice. The only thing weird right now is how excited you are to see your brother's annoying friends again. You've known Seungcheol, Seungkwan, and Mingyu for ages.

It's been two months since the guys left for baseball spring training. Jeonghan normally would've been with them, but his broken ankle is keeping him benched this year. His incessant whining about being left behind made it a very long sixty days.

But the countdown is over. They're back. And you’re anxiously elated.

Because something changed in the few weeks leading up to their departure, between you and -

"Mingyu." His name falls from your lips as you spy him across the room. Even with his snapback pulled low on his face, you can see how his tanned skin glows, popping against his white tee. You bite back a sigh, wondering how it’s possible that he’s grown more gorgeous in just a few weeks. "I mean, I see the guys."

You lift your hand in a half point, half wave, and it catches Seungkwan’s attention, who then nudges Seungcheol, who in turn shoulder checks Mingyu. You feel the moment Mingyu’s eyes lock onto yours, stomach swooping like you’re in freefall when his lips lift in a soft smile.

You come crashing back down to earth as the other guys spot your brother. The regression is immediate, all four of them suddenly obnoxious teenagers again, with their secret handshakes and crushing bro hugs and unreasonably loud ballbusting. This is how they always say hello, so it doesn’t faze you one bit, though it does make quite a few of the other travelers standing around you glare.

Once they’ve finished their raucous greeting ritual, the luggage carousel begins to move, and all you get are a few quick head nods before the guys start pulling their bags off the conveyor belt. Your heart sinks a little.

Weird, don’t be weird, you think, plastering a blithe smile on your face and pretending to laugh as Seungcheol not so subtly trips Seungkwan with his roller suitcase. Maybe it was weird for you to expect more of a reaction from Mingyu. The two of you had only hung out a few times, a couple of casual dinners, some drinks, one movie, and then, the night before he left - 

Well, maybe it didn’t mean what you thought it did. The two of you had talked a little bit while he was gone, but never about anything serious. You suppose you could’ve asked him about it, but you knew he’d be busy with baseball, and maybe also you didn’t want to know. 

Your mind remains thusly occupied as you follow the guys out to your brother’s beat-up car. Jeonghan pops the trunk from the driver’s seat, using his now-healed ankle as an excuse to get out of helping them. Seungkwan and Seungcheol hastily toss their bags into the tiny space and clamber into the backseat, leaving Mingyu sighing in frustration.

“Thanks for the help, assholes.” 

“Here, let me,” you mutter, not quite looking Mingyu in the eye as you join him.

Together, the two of you rearrange the bags, trying to make everything fit. While the other guys sit in the car loudly fighting over where to grab lunch, you and Mingyu work quietly, in a comfortable silence. It makes you think that maybe it’ll be okay, if things go back to the way they always were before, even if your pulse still races the way around Mingyu the way it’s doing now. 

It’s not until the trunk closes that you finally meet his gaze. Mingyu smiles, that slow-spreading smile of his that makes you weak in the knees, and leans toward you, voice hushed as he speaks. “Sorry I didn’t get to give you a proper greeting earlier. Is it okay if I do now?” 

You’ve no idea what that means but your answer is, of course, yes, an emphatic head nod that makes Mingyu huff out a surprised (and pleased) laugh. His hands drop to your hips, shuffling you towards him just the slightest bit, and then he’s kissing you, lips moving against yours, slowly, longingly, like he’s been dreaming of this moment for two months and is bound and determined to make sure you feel it. 

Weird, how you’re surrounded by hundreds of strangers pouring out of the airport, and yet it feels like there’s no one else around. 

At least, not until your brother lays on the horn.

[writtenbyan-aries]

OMGGG?? THE VAMPIRE SNC WAS SOOO GOOD?? UR WORK NEVER DISAPPOINTS I'M ALSO JUST HAVING A VAMPIRE SNC BRAINROT 😭 (and I'm living off crumbs from the 5 vampire fanfics I can find lmaooo)

Part One

Warnings: SMUT18+, compulsion, strong language, swearing, mentions of blood, blood drinking, vampire!Sam and Colby, THREESOME, kissing, choking, hair pulling, fingering, biting, scratching, creampie, oral (all), filth

Word Count: 1.7k | unedited

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Colby pushes the side door open, shaking his head as he walks out into the ally, “No. I’m not going with on this little escapade.”

You huff, “I’m not going home. There’s nothing left for me there.”

“So what? You’re just going to travel the world, enjoying a drink from each continent?” Colby asks and you and Sam both nod, agreeing in unison, “Yep.”

“Of course.” Colby rolls his eyes, “You both know that either of you not having any sort of humanity is not good for anybody, right?”

“Good for us.” You shrug and Sam nudges you, nodding to Colby. You take a quiet breath, slowly walking up to him, “You know, it could be good for you, too, Colby.”

Colby pushes your hand off of his chest, “Fuck off, y/n. I’m not doing this.”

“Why? Because you’re the fun police and can’t manage to have a good time?” You tilt your head, “You know it’s okay to let go sometimes.”

You walk around him, hands sliding up his back and over his shoulders, “That time is with us, Colbs. You know we’ll treat you right.”

You move out from behind Colby, walking over to Sam, “I don’t think he wants to, baby.”

Sam tsks his tongue, “Shame.” Sam shakes his head, looking up at Colby, “He has no idea what he’s missing.”

“Come on. Off to our next place.” You pull Sam, walking away from Colby when he’s suddenly in front of you, “Where are you going?”

“What’s it to you? You just want to get in the way of everything.” You push past him and he grabs your arm, whipping you back into his chest, “You’re such a bitch anymore.”

You stare up at him, smirking slowly as you see his lips twitch, “You love it. Admit it.”

“Maybe when we get to where we’re going.”

——

After arriving at one of Colby’s old hangouts, they let you have the floor. Watching you move your way effortlessly through the crowd of unsuspecting people.

“Don’t move and don’t make a sound.” You stare into the eyes of a random woman who stares off as you sink your teeth into her flesh.

You feel a hand on your back, smirking as you lift your head away to find Colby standing behind you. His eyes flick down to your blood covered chin and you can see his breath catch in his throat.

“What?” You tilt your head, “Want a taste?”

Colby licks his lips, “I do, but not from her.” He grabs the back of your neck, spinning the girl around to stare into her eyes, “Get the fuck out of here.”

She quickly leaves and Colby turns towards you and quickly leans in, his tongue dragging to lick up the red smear, “Fuck.” He groans, gripping your hip with his other hand, “Fuck you guys for making me do this.”

You lean back, watching as Colby closes his eyes and suddenly, his safe, caring demeanor, was gone.

“There he is.” You bite your lip, smirking as you slide your hand down to interlock his fingers with yours, “Come with me.”

You walk up to Sam and he pushes himself away from the banister, “See you still know where that switch it.”

Colby shrugs, laying his arm over your shoulder, “You guys really know how to flick it, don’t you?” He rolls his eyes, glancing down at you with a smirk, “Alright. When does the fun start?”

Sam moves to your other side, wrapping his arm around your waist, “anytime. She’s ours now, Colby.”

Sam’s words entice you, turn you on to the max.

You grab Sam, pushing him up against the closest wall, “Haven’t had you all night.” You mumble as you walk up to him, “Need you now.”

He smirks as you lean in, pressing your lips to his. You feel Colby’s body press against your back and his hands find your hips.

You kiss down Sam’s neck before Colby spins you around, “Where we going?” His eyes scan your face as his thumb traces over the dried blood streaks, “Shit, you are so pretty.”

Your hands slide up his chest, “We can go anywhere you want.”

“C’mon.” Sam nudges you and you both follow him to the bathroom. Colby grabs a a guy by his forearm and looks into his eyes, “Put an out of order sign on this door and don’t ask questions.”

The guy nods, immediately going to fetch a sign and Colby pushes you in after Sam. He closes the door, twisting the lock before dashing over to you.

Your hands are pinned above your head and Colby’s lips are on yours. You moan against them, finally knowing what his lips feel like, taste like.

His hand slides down your arm to your throat, “Tell me what you want, baby.”

“You.” You gasp out as he pushes his knee between your thighs, “Fuck, Colby.” Your hips move like they have a mind of their own, grinding down and moaning out as his lips find your neck.

Your eyes meet Sam’s as he walks up next to you, sliding his hand up your thigh as his nose brushes against your temple, “Such a needy girl.”

Sam takes you from Colby, quickly moving you over to the sink and setting you down. His hands free the button on your jeans, and you gasp as you feel his fingers slide in your underwear.

“Just take them off.” You push him back, standing up so you can push them down. Colby’s hand finds your neck as his teeth nip at your ear lobe, “Don’t be such a fuckin’ brat, baby.”

You smirk, moaning out as Sam’s fingers slip into your aching cunt, “The brattier I am, the rougher the sex.” You tilt your head back slightly, a squeak leaving your throat as Colby’s grip grows tighter.

Your eyes roll back as Sam drops to his knees, lips attaching to your clit. Your hand goes to his head, rocking your hips slightly as your vision starts to grow darker.

Colby’s grip loosens on your neck and you take a sharp breath, “Fuck, fuck yes.” You look down at Sam, spreading your legs more as you grip the counter, whining out as you feel yourself growing closer.

“Gonna cum for him, hmm?” Colby brushes hair from your face and you nod, hips rolling as Sam groans against you before standing up.

You whine, “I was so close.”

He turns you around, bending you down next to the sink, “I know.” He gives up is smirk as you glance back at him, biting down onto your lip as you watch him undo his jeans.

Colby’s fingers turn your chin towards him and you reach up, one elbow holding your weight on the counter, and free his cock.

You lick your lips, eyes squeezing shut as you feel Sam’s thrusts his cock into you with a groan, “Fuck, I love the way your pussy always squeezes me.”

Colby steps closer, watching as you wrap your hand around his cock and lean into it. Your tongue swirls around the tip, moaning from the grip Sam has on your hips, and his cock pounding into you.

You moan out loudly, and Colby takes the opportunity to shove his cock between your parted lips, groaning as you push your head down further, “That’s it.”

Colby runs a hand over your head, bucking his hips as he tilts his head back slightly, “Fucking hell, so good at this, baby.”

“Just like that.” Colby’s fingers tangle in your hair to hold your head still. Your eyes roll closed as Sam reaches around and circles your clit with his fingers, his other hand pressed onto the small of your back, “Such a slut for us.”

Your moans are muffled by Colby’s cock. He pulls his hips back and looks at Sam, “I need her, Sam.”

You whimper as Sam’s cock slides out of you and you watch as he walks around to where Colby was, switching places.

Sam grips your chin as Colby’s cock glides into you.

You moan out louder, reaching up to grab onto Sam’s forearm as you look up at him. His thumb brushes over your lips and you take it into your mouth, sucking as you moan from Colby’s rough thrusts.

His grip on your hips is tight, pulling you back with each of his thrusts to meet his hips, “I’ll fuck the brattiness right out of you.”

Colby groans, “You have no idea, y/n.”

Sam takes his thumb from your lips, replacing it with his cock.

He groans, laying a hand on the back of your head as you bob up and down, moaning around him.

He gasps, gaining a tight grip on your hair as he pushes your head down more. You hold it there for a few seconds before popping off, pushing yourself back to meet Colby’s thrusts, “I’m gonna cum, don’t fucking stop.”

“What are you gonna do if I stop?” Colby asks, slowly but roughly thrusting into you, “Huh?”

You roll your eyes and Colby’s hand moves up your back to grip your hair, yanking your head back, “Answer me, little brat? You got me to turn my humanity off, answering me is the least you can do.”

You laugh, moaning lowly, “nothing. Just please don’t stop.”

Sam’s cock slips past your lips and into your throat.

His hands lift your head up and down, moaning loudly as his hips buck.

“That’s it.” Sam groans, “Taking us so fucking well.”

You look up at Sam, moaning loudly as you cum around Colby. Colby’s grip tightens as he pulls you back, pumping his cum inside of you.

Sam pulls his cock away, stroking himself a few times before his cum spills out onto your lips and tongue.

He groans as he watches you lick your lips, collecting every drop on your tongue. He tilts his head, shaking it as he pulls you to stand up straight, “We better go find a hotel or something for the night.”

“Whys that?” You play dumb, “Are you not done with me yet?”

Colby presses his chest to your back as he pulls your jeans up, “Far from it, sweetheart. I could get used to this.”

——

The smut felt kind of rushed, I’m sorry! But I wanted to get something I’ve been working on out. Thank you so much for reading! I love you all so so much! See you in the next one!

Likes and reblogs are majorly appreciated!

[nameuserlee]

“You don’t need to be so cautious. I won’t break.”

You know the drill. This is the latest compilation of Sylus’ lines, from interacting with him at the café. I’ve made it my mission to spread his words. Part 5 (links back to part 4, and so forth.)

“There was a shooting star just now. You didn’t clasp your hands together, so you missed your chance at a wish.”

“Aren’t you tired of standing on your tiptoes? Would like me to ask someone to bring over a stool?”

“Even when you sat on that bar stool, your head barely reached my shoulder.” (I’d flex my height all the time too if I were him, I get it.)

“Are you trying to balance a coin on my collarbone or something?”

“Is this supposed to be comforting? It’s an odd sensation. Only the weak seek comfort. I don’t need it.” (In response to a head pat.)

“My head hurts now. Keep patting it.” (Yeah, that’s what I thought, you big softie.)

“I’m not sleepy. But I want to close my eyes when you do this.” (Patting his head.)

“When you’re sad, you can always lean on my shoulder.”

“You can lean on me whenever you want. Don’t hesitate.”

“A person’s fingers are far away from the heart, but they say all fingers are connected to the heart. Isn’t it strange?”

“Are you feeling cold again? Move a little closer. And hold my hand.”

“You should wear a blindfold next time we play. Let’s see if you can still find my hand.”

“Are you interested in this? Well, you’re welcome to visit my bedroom after dawn, kitten. If you dare.”

“This area has experienced severe injuries. But all wounds heal eventually.” (In reference to his abdomen/waist.)

“In cases where you can’t carry a gun, your body becomes your best weapon.”

“Emotions can easily affect a person’s decision-making, don’t you think?”

“I won’t flatter or lie to you.”

“Movie villains always wear masks. But in real life, masks don’t need to be physical.”

“What does my face look like in your eyes?”

“You don’t need to read my palm. I don’t believe in destiny but in myself.”

Okay. Now, I really think this is gonna be the last compilation for a while. Over 100 lines compiled in total, and there’s STILL a bunch I could include, but I feel like the ones I have left are less interesting/more common, so we’ll let them be for now.

Sylus is such an intriguing and compelling character, and I love how much of his personality shows through all of these lines, and how he’s much more complex than what his archetype would lead you to believe. From fluff, to serious, to cheeky, romantic and flirtatious lines, this man does it all.

The brainrot is, and will continue to be strong.

[fivestaralien]

sweet relief

sangyeon x chubby fem!reader

word count^^: 9,624

warnings””+: cursing?, basketball!sangyeon, hyunjae being a matchmaker but also a menace, fluff, also a lil suggestive at times, sangyeon being an absolute FLIRT but also the sweetest man fucking ever goodbye

a.n.// sangyeon brainrot, i went so overboard and im not sorry about it. also sorry if it ends kind of abruptly...i did write this with a chubby reader in mind bc i too am chubby and wanted to have more the boyz stories including that:) this is now my longest fic to date yikes!!!! currently still working on the request it just isnt coming together in my brain,,pls be patient:( hope yall enjoy this one sorry if it seems all over the place. stay safe everyone!!

 Over the years you had learned to accept that no one would ever love you. You’ve had your fair share of crushes/short term relationships, but nothing that would actually turn into something like love. 

 That is until you met Lee Sangyeon. 

-

  “Okay listen, all I am saying is that you are wrong, and I am right.” Hyunjae tells you as he looks at both of your papers. You rolled your eyes and snatched the papers out of his hands to look them over again. As your eyes roam up and down the papers, you hear Hyunjae call someone over. 

 “You dumbass! I am right!” You say aloud. “Let him check it out. He’s like a super nerd.” “Watch it Jae.” A deep voice speaks from beside you. You look up and see probably one of the most adorable, handsome men you have ever seen in your life. 

 He looks down at you with a smile, which you return hesitantly. “Here, we have been fighting on who is right about this study sheet for nearly an hour.” You hand the two papers over to the guy and he looks it over for maybe three seconds before looking at the both of you. 

 “First I would like to ask who thought who was right?” Hyunjae pointed at himself and you pointed at yourself. “Right, I should have predicted that.” He then grabs a chair from another table and sits between you. “I’m Sangyeon by the way.” “Yn.” You both nod to each other before he talks again. 

 “Yn was right.” His husky voice says. You jump up from your chair and flip Hyunjae off. “Told you bitch!” He also flips you off and rolls his eyes, snatching the papers from Sangyeons hands. He checks it over and looks at Sangyeon weirdly. “Wait, I am defi- ow!” Hyunjae grabbed at his leg. “She’s right and you are just bitter.” He says in a stern tone that you were too excited to notice the little interaction.

 “Okay guys, I have to go to my class. Lovely being smarter than you Hyunjae. Don’t get too down about it.” He says nothing but waves you off and puts his stuff in his backpack. ‘It was nice meeting you Sangyeon.” You smile. “Nice to meet you too Yn.” You then sling your bag over your shoulder and walk out of the library.

 When the doors fully close behind you, Hyunjae hits Sangyeons shoulder. “Why would you tell her she is right? She isn’t.” Sangyeon rolls his eyes. “We had to.” Hyunjae looks over Sangyeon. “Who is this we you speak of? You were the one to lie to her.” Then he gasps. “Oh I know what's going on.” Hyunjae says teasingly. 

 Sangyeon then gets up from his seat and picks up his bag. “Don’t.” Hyunjae stands up with him. “Don’t follow me Jae.” He walks faster but Hyunjae keeps up with him easily.

 “So how long have you liked her?” 

 “I’m not doing this right now, I have a lab to get to.” 

 “You know she is gonna be upset when she doesn't get 100% on that test right.” Sangyeon side eyes Hyunjae and he just puts his hands up.

 The day of the test is here and you felt more than prepared for it. You walk into class with your head high and pride very strong. Walking out of the class though, you had never felt more stupid.

 Hyunjae just so happened to be walking out of the building across from you and frowns at the sight of your sadness. 

 “yn!” He calls out to you and you just look at him then turn, walking away from him. Hyunjae calls out to you again and this makes you walk a little slower for him to catch up to you. 

 “Why the sad face?” 

 “You know damn well why I'm upset and Sangyeon better never show his face again.” You sneer.

 “Why can’t I show my face?” Sangyeon asks from next to you. When the hell did he get here? “You told me I was right and it’s the only section of questions I got wrong. You lied to me.” You say and then start walking away from the two men. Sangyeon lets out a sigh and tries catching up to you but Hyunjae stops him. 

 “Just let her go. Once she lets out her anger she’ll talk to us again. She’s pretty weird about getting anything below 95% but she'll come around.” Sangyeon nods but still doesn’t look away from your figure getting into your car. 

 The next few days only you had classes so luckily you didn’t have to try and actively avoid Hyunjae and Sangyeon. Hyunjae had texted you a few times asking how you were and you would just reply with one word answers. 

 You won’t hate them forever but you can definitely hate them right now. 

 Classes went by smoothly and you were able to do a quick extra credit to boost up your grade on the test. You begin to realize that your reaction to the boys were a bit dramatic and start to feel upset with yourself that you were giving them the cold shoulder. Especially Sangyeon as maybe he just thought the same way as you for the problem and didn’t realize that you were both wrong.

 Hyunjae had texted you about a Halloween party tonight, being that it’s friday night and halloween, you reply telling him that he can pick you up. 

 You put on a simple black slip dress, tights, black boots and get out an old witch hat you had from previous halloween costumes. You genuinely couldn’t be bothered trying to be something that put in a lot of effort. A witch was simple and could never go out of style for this holiday.

 About an hour goes by and you get a text from Hyunjae and you gather your essentials in a small bag and then make your way out of the complex building and into Hyunjaes car.

 You nearly jump out of your own skin when you see Sangyeon in the back seat. “You didn’t tell me he was coming.” You say after catching your breath. 

 “Well honestly I kinda forgot to.” You roll your eyes and face forward while crossing your arms over your chest. “Look y/n we are sorry about the test and not just telling you the truth.” Sangyeon speaks after a few beats of awkward silence. “Again with this ‘we’.” Hyunjae says under his breath. 

 “Okay, I’m sorry for lying. Hyunjae had nothing to do with it.” You look down at your purse in your lap, thinking of what to say. “I know it probably wasn’t the best first impression of me but, I can promise I will never lie to you again.” You can hear the sincerity in his voice. 

 A sigh passes your lips and you turn slightly so you can see both of the boys.

 ”I don’t care about the test.” You start. Sangyeon directs his complete attention towards you and it almost makes you blush. Almost. “I don’t like when people think I can’t handle the truth and lie to save my feelings. It makes me feel stupid and I hate feeling stupid. I’m not some girl that needs to be protected even if it’s something as small as getting something wrong on a study guide.” A weight can be felt lifting off your shoulders and you look between the boys to gauge any reaction.

 Hyunjae just nods and you see Sangyeon put his head down while clasping his hands together. “ I can say this with 100 percent certainty that we don’t think you are stupid and need protecting. Sangyeon just didn’t want to hurt your feelings since he doesn’t know you that well.” Hyunjae lies and he looks in the rearview mirror to see said man glaring at him. 

 “Just don’t do it again please.” You tell them. Both boys nod and before you know it you are getting out of the car and walking up to a giant house. 

 -

 The party was too loud and way too overcrowded for you to be here for this long. Even though Halloween is your favorite holiday you were more of a stay in and binge horror movies kind of person. Stuffing as much candy and treats into your mouth as possible. Now at the same time, you didn’t mind parties but ones like this, it was just too much for you. Hyunjae had gone to get the three of you drinks, which left you and Sangyeon awkwardly standing near a window  

 “Your costume is cute.” He says next to your ear. You couldn’t hear him too well but the comment makes your cheeks feel hot. “Thanks. You look good too.” He straightens out his suit jacket as he thanks you. He was a classic vampire with fake blood running down his chin, a little of it on the collar of his dress shirt. He looked really good. It made you feel a little hot.

 Before it could get too awkward again Hyunjae hands you both your drinks and gently grabs your elbow to lead you towards a group of who you presume are his other friends. Sangyeon quietly follows behind you, watching to make sure no one bumped into you or if you could trip on anything. You recognized a couple of the guys, Juyeon and Chanhee, but the others Hyunjae introduced as Kevin and Younghoon. You sit next to Hyunjae on the couch across from the others, and Sangyeon hesitates as the only open spot is right next to you. 

 Curiously you look up and he quickly looks away from you. Silently you pat the spot next to you when he looks again and he shyly smiles while sitting down but still tries to keep his distance from you. 

 The guys keep a lively conversation between each other for a while and you start getting bored to the point that you start drawing shapes on your palms. They start telling each other spooky stories which made you perk up a little. Kevin seemed to notice that as the next thing out of his mouth was him asking you if you had any ghost stories. 

 “Oh, I don’t really think it would be that believable or worth saying.” You admit. They all start protesting, telling you to just tell them already and you laugh at them.

  “Okay, okay. When I was about 6 I was getting some water from the kitchen and I felt a chill run up and down my spine. I didn’t really think anything of it, you know because I was a child, and then on my way back to my room I see this dark black cloud standing right in the doorway. I was so terrified I dropped my glass and it shattered, waking up my parents and when I told them what had happened they just waved it off as me having a big imagination.” You finish the story with a sigh and you drop your shoulders. 

 “Wow, have you had any other experiences like that? You know they always say kids and animals can see things adults can’t.” Chanhee leans in, elbows on his knees intrigued on what you were going to say next. “A couple, but I don’t really want to talk about it.” A few of them boo at you but to your surprise Sangyeon was quick to have them drop it and they move on. 

 Juyeon announces he's getting more drinks and everyone starts shouting what they want. When it gets to you, you tell him that you were fine with just water. Sangyeon gently taps your shoulder, making you face him. “Hyunjae gave me his keys since he plans to get wasted so just let me know when you want to go home. I’m not drinking.” His breath is hot against your ear and it makes you shudder.

 You nod and thank him before turning back to the group. Younghoon suggests a drinking game you've never heard of to which everyone agrees to. Hyunjae complains that you and Sangyeon wouldn’t be able to play but you both tell him you’d much rather watch anyways.

 As soon as Juyeon came back they immeadietly jump in to playing and it was the most entertaining thing you’ve witnessed. Kevin cursing at Hyunjae, saying that he was cheating. Chanhee constantly calls everyone out for changing the rules for their benefit. Juyeon,  just giggling at all the jokes later than everyone else. And Younghoon slurring his words and saying the most random out of pocket shit, in the result of losing most of the rounds and drinking the most out of everyone.

 Amongst all the chaos Sangyeon had been constantly asking how you were doing, refilling your water whenever it would get empty and even taking off his suit jacket to cover your legs after he saw you rubbing at them to warm them up. 

 It was beginning to make your brain go fuzzy. 

 Even though you hadn’t been drinking you were starting to feel tired. Watching the boys get progressively drunk and rowdy, the only thing you wanted to do was go home now. Sangyeon had left a little bit ago, saying he needed to use the restroom, so you decided to go find him and tell him you were ready to leave.

 “Be careful please! And come back when you find him and let me know when you are leaving.” Hyunjae tells you in his dad voice, To which you nod and make your way around the others that are now sitting on the floor in front of you. 

 You were practically shoving through people at this point just trying to find where the bathrooms were. You get pushed forward and the girl in front of you spills her drink all over your arm and dress. “Fuck, I am so sorry!” You shout over the music and she just waves you off, going back to dancing on a girl. Now you really would like to find the bathroom.

 You ask around and eventually find one upstairs but to your disappointment it was occupied. You wait a few minutes before the door swings open and to your surprise it was the one man you were looking for.

 “What happened? Your dress looks stained.” Sangyeons voice was going in one ear and out the other as you blatantly stared at him. He had unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt showing his glistening chest and his sleeves were rolled up past the elbow, showing his toned and defined forearms. 

 You have to physically move your head to look somewhere else and you want to slap yourself for checking him out when he was standing right in front of you. 

 “A girl spilt her drink on me while I was looking for you. I’m ready to go home.” You state not really wanting to be here much longer. “Yeah, okay. Do you want to wash up first? I’ll watch the door for you.” He sounds so sincere it makes your heartbeat quicken. What the hell is wrong with you? You agree with him and watch as he leans himself against the doorframe, watching the people passing by making sure no one bothers you. 

 Quickly you wipe a wet rag down your arm, making sure it wasn’t sticky anymore and tried your best to get some of the drink out of the fabric. Once you were satisfied enough you check yourself in the mirror and see your cheeks are ridiculously flushed and you can’t help that it had something to do with the gorgeous man with his back facing you, guarding the door for you. 

 You weren’t really looking for a relationship. Seeing as you didn’t think anyone could actually want to stay with you long enough to explore anything further, you found no use in starting anything. Something about the way Sangyeon had been subtly taking care of you all night is beginning to mush your brain. You couldn’t even blame alcohol for your thoughts which makes your feelings even more real and you were terrified.

 You reach up and lightly tap his shoulder to get his attention. “I’m ready.” He nods and lets you walk in front of him but staying close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off of him. 

 When you get to the most crowded part of the house, Sangyeon motions for you to hold on to his arm so you don’t get lost. He feels your light touch and worries that it isn’t tight enough. “You can hold on a little tighter if you feel like you need to.” He says in your ear and you nod, squeezing his bicep.

 “Finally you guys are back!” Hyunjae leaps up off the couch pulling you into a hug. “Text me when you get home.” He lets you go and goes right back to whatever they were doing as you were gone. Sangyeon notices his jacket is neatly folded next to your purse on the seat of the couch and grabs both of them so you don’t forget. 

 You and Sangyeon say your goodbyes and then make your way to the car. He turns the heat on and once again draps his jacket over your legs.You couldn’t help the blush that makes its way onto your cheeks. You quickly turn your head so he couldn’t see and thank him. The ride is quiet, besides the music playing at a low volume but you don’t feel uncomfortable in any way which surprises you. 

 He asks for the directions of your apartment which you give and from then you start having a small conversation with him. Nothing too intense, just the regular small talk and getting to know each other. 

 Even though the drive to your place wasn’t crazy long you feel like you learned a lot about Lee Sangyeon and it was starting to get to you. You felt warmth in your chest and butterflies in your stomach with how easy it was to talk to him. Granted your first impression of him wasn’t the greatest you could tell that he was a decent, genuine guy. 

 You didn’t even notice that he had parked the car until he asked if you were okay. “Yeah, it’s just really warm and I’m stalling to walk out into the cold.” the lie easily slipping from your tongue. 

 “We can continue talking if you want. I don’t mind.” he watches as you look out the window, thinking about what you want to do.”I like talking to you.” He whispers. You could've gotten whiplash with how fast you turned your head. You admire his side profile as he looks down at his hands. 

 “I like talking to you too.” the words come out before you could really process it. Sangyeon locks eyes with you and for just a moment you think about the possibilities of getting closer to him. Then your insecurities come crashing down on you, breaking every thought of him actually liking you goes out the window. He’s just being nice because you are Hyunjaes friend and that's it. 

 You fold up his jacket and place it on his lap. “I should go. Thank you for driving me home.” You rush out, grabbing your purse and opening the door. 

 “Of course.” but you were already out of the car. 

 -

  It had been a few weeks since the party and you were drowning yourself in school work. All you could think about was that dumb, hot, attentive man and it seems like he was everywhere now. You thought that maybe if you only focused on school you could forget your feelings and pretend like you weren’t beginning to harbor feelings for said man.

 The few times you had met up with Hyunjae, Sangyeon was almost always with him. You couldn’t escape him. The conversations weren’t anything exciting but even just looking at him and his stupid handsome face made you feel over mushy and wanting to run away. 

 Today Hyunjae asked you if you wanted to go out with him, Sangyeon and his friends you met at the party. They had found a secluded basketball court a few minutes away from campus and made plans to have a fun little game with teams between the 6 of them. Little did you know that this was his way of getting you to subtly hang out with Sangyeon and maybe even getting you to play with him. Hyunjae had noticed the way you two danced around each other at the party and is now trying to help the two of you to get together.

 “I don’t know Jae. I don’t even think I have anything to wear to play.” You reply while simultaneously rummaging through your closet for something basketball worthy. 

 “You don’t have to play. I just wanted to get you out and have real people interactions.” “Okay, I’ll just throw on whatever then. When do you guys plan on going?” You ask him. You hear him talking to someone and then he says, “Sangyeon and I can come get you around 8. That's when most of the others are done with work.” 

 “That works. Just text me when you’re on your way over.” He hums in reply and then you hang up. 

 You busy yourself with cleaning your place and finishing up some papers for classes before finally getting ready. You found a random pair of sweat shorts and a big tshirt that you usually wear to bed and threw it on. You don’t really bother doing much to your appearance because you knew there was a chance you might be playing and getting all gross and sweaty.

 Hyunjae texts you that they were here and you waste no time making your way out, locking your door behind you.

 Once again you see Sangyeon sitting in the backseat, letting you sit upfront. “Hey guys. Thanks for inviting me.” You look towards Hyunjae and catch Sangyeons through the rearview mirror. They both smile and Hyunjae tells you it’s no problem. 

 “Have you ever played basketball before?” The question Sangyeon asks is directed towards you and you shake your head. 

 “Not really. Hyunjae has invited me a few times to watch. That’s actually how I met Juyeon and Chanhee.” You say. “They were pretty adamant that I join them but after a few rounds they benched me because of how horrible I was.” This made Hyunjae scoff. 

 You give him a curious look. “What? It’s true!” 

 “We benched you because you kept complaining about how much your back hurt. Don’t lie. You aren’t even that bad.” He narrows his eyes at you and you roll yours. “Same thing.” This gets a laugh from the backseat and you didn’t think you could hear such a beautiful sound. 

 The night air is pretty chilly and you regret not wearing a sweater or jacket. You watch as the other guys jog their way over to the three of you, clapping the guys on the back and then giving you side hugs. You decide for the first game you would actually try and play somewhat good. It definitely had nothing to do with a certain someone watching your every move and not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of him. 

 You were able to get in a few baskets but the guys were also going really easy on you, barely trying to get the ball from you. Sangyeon had to try and block you a few times and seeing him sweaty and feeling his heavy breathing on your face was a little distracting to you. His defined, toned arms in his sleeveless shirt didn’t help either.

  Everyone besides Hyunjae was watching out for you, taking every chance he could get to swipe the ball away from you. He even started complaining when Chanhee very obviously let you take the ball back and shoot a 2 pointer. 

 “Okay, yn you can’t play anymore. I want to play a real game now.” He shouts from across the court. You throw your hands up. “It’s not my fault they are purposely going easy on me.” You reply back, “I wanna take a break anyways. I’ll just watch.” 

 Younghoon and Kevin protest, saying they won’t go easy anymore but you already made up your mind. You grab a water bottle from a cooler the guys brought and begin chugging it while taking a seat on the bleachers next to all of your stuff. 

 Sangyeon watches as a few drops of water run down your sweaty neck and he's glad his cheeks were already a little flushed from running around. Hyunjae inviting you was not helping his giant crush on you at all. Seeing how playful you were with the guys and even him made his heart swell. His friends are super important to him and having you get along with them only made him like you more. 

 You aimlessly look around, quickly getting bored as they start dividing up into new teams. You couldn’t help it when your eyes lingered on Sangyeons figure, suddenly not becoming so bored anymore. He was so sharp with every move and his smirk every time he swished the ball into the basket made your heart flutter. He was dripping with sweat and you could’ve gone your entire life without knowing what his hands looked like wet. 

 God you really need to get it together. 

They play for about an hour before they decide to take a quick break. They start random conversations amongst themselves as you rub your arms trying to warm yourself up. 

 “Do you want to use my hoodie yn? You look like you’re freezing.” Juyeon gives you the option to grab it from his hands and without your permission your eyes dart over to Sangyeon, gauging his reaction. You see that he also had his hoodie in his now clenched hand. He quickly looks away, trying his best to subtly put it back on the bench without anyone noticing. You did though. So did Hyunjae, who was trying so hard to not laugh right now. 

 You thank Juyeon, taking it from him and slowly putting it on. It was pretty thin and didn’t do much to keep you warm but you appreciate it nonetheless. 

 Once they were rested enough, Younghoon suggested they play an easy game of horse. One Hyunjae would actually be okay with you joining as long as they don’t only do easy shots. They agree and with that you make your way over to them and Kevin tosses the ball to you, letting you have the first shot. 

 Wanting to make it easy on yourself you stand right in front of the hoop. Right as the ball slips out of your hands Hyunjae playfully pushes you but the ball still goes in. You turn around and shove him away from you, the two of you giggling.

  “Ha! I still made it. You're next, cheater.” You tease. Hyunjae grabs the ball from the ground and easily sinks it in. 

 The order that is established from the first round is you, Hyunjae, Chanhee, Juyeon, Sangyeon, Younghoon and then Kevin. 

 Surprisingly you pass the next few rounds with flying colors until Chanhee misses and Sangyeon decides to shoot from the half court line. The heat of his stare on you the second the ball goes in is so intoxicating it’s like he wants you to know that in a way, that shot was to impress you. He threads his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face and you have to actively look away to hide the fact that you were blushing furiously. 

 Younghoon and Kevin both miss, making them both get an H. You step up to the line and bounce the ball a few times but you hesitate. “There is no way I am making this. Can I just say I missed it and get an H?” You ask.

 Chanhee makes a disapproving noise. “No chance! Just try your best.” He says while motioning for you to take the shot. You stand there not really knowing how you were going to shoot. Without a second thought Sangyeon makes his way behind you. He places his hands on your hips, but not before asking, “Are you okay with me touching you?” 

 His proximity is making you spiral. What kind of fucking question even is that? It’s genuinely messing with your head the amount of hurdles you are making yourself go through to convince yourself not to like him. 

 “I don’t mind.” You whisper but you knew he heard you. You felt that same electricity you did back when he let you hold on to his arm back at the halloween party. Sangyeon places his big, rough hands right on top of yours and gently adjusts the placement of the ball in your hands. You couldn’t even describe how his body felt pressed against yours.  

 “Don’t think, just follow the motion.” His breath is hot on the back of your neck. You can’t even think, you only nod your head. He squats down a little and you follow his lead as he guides your body to shoot the ball. All of you follow the ball and watch with wide eyes as it goes on with no issue. You jump up and down yelling that you made it. 

 Without thinking you turn and jump to Sangyeon and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He catches you with ease and he couldn’t help the smile that graces his face. You abruptly pull away, realizing what you just did and apologize. 

 “You’re okay. Good shot.” He winks and your breath hitches. Hyunjae strides over to the two of you and waves a hand in between you, bringing you out of whatever trance you were in. “Move out of the way and watch how to actually do it.” He rolls his shoulders and bounces the ball before setting up his shot. 

 Sangyeon moves the both of you to the side and you feel your heartbeat thumping so hard against your chest when you still feel his hand lingering on your elbow. Hyunjae barely makes it in. Everyone holds their breath as it rounds the rim and eventually falls through the net. 

 “No way you just made that!” Younghoon says behind the hand covering his mouth in shock. 

 Hyunjae brushes off fake dust from his shoulders and turns to you, sticking his tongue out. You laugh at his childish behavior and shove him away from you.  

 “I made it and didn’t even need help,” he teases. “No more helping her or you’re out.” He says to Sangyeon who looks around innocently then winks at you again once Hyunjae turns away. 

 Chanhee is the next and he shoots and makes it with no hesitation. He was definitely an underrated player and way better than he originally said he was. The game goes on and after about half an hour everyone has H.O.R, besides you and Younghoon who have H.O.R.S. 

 It was Juyeons turn now to pick where to shoot from and he did a fairly hard one. Everyone after him makes it no problem but when it gets to you, you have a strong feeling you weren’t going to make it. You were also debating on just ending it because of how exhausted you were getting. Looking around at everyone else you see how they too looked just as tired as you so you decide to purposefully miss the shot and go sit down.

 The game doesn’t last much longer and Juyeon ends up winning the game. Which didn’t surprise you at all because of how good he played. Sangyeon sits down next to you looking as hot and sweaty as ever. You take a clean towel from Hyunjaes bag, handing it over to him. He smiles at you and looks down, biting his bottom lip as he wipes the sweat from his neck and face. 

 “We should definitely do this again. It was really fun.” Kevin said out loud while everybody was getting ready to go home. You all agree and Juyeon suggests making it a regular hang out spot. “I think that could be fun!” You reply. You check your phone and see that it is nearly 11pm and all you could think about was showering and going right to sleep. 

 It was starting to get pretty windy and Juyeons hoodie was doing nothing to help keep you warm. Sangyeon sees you crossing your arms and trying to warm yourself up so he finally takes his hoodie to give to you. 

 “Here, wear mine instead. It’s thicker and has fleece on the inside so it’ll keep you warm.” He holds it out for you to take, which you do embarrassingly quickly. 

 You slip off Juyeons and place it over what you assumed was his bag. When you pull the hoodie over your upper body you are instantly surrounded by Sangyeons scent. He was right when he said it would keep you warm. It was a little oversized so you had to roll up the sleeves a little bit. 

 “Better?” His eyes are filled with admiration as he watches you fiddle with the ends of his hoodie. He would be more than fine if he only ever saw you wear his clothes for the rest of his life. 

 “Yes, thank you. I’ll give it back when you guys drop me off.” You tell him and he shakes his head.

“Don’t worry about that. You can give it back to me next time I see you.” Right as you were about to argue with him he places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it. “Seriously, it's okay.” He smiles and it makes you smile too. Now you are getting too warm. Having him be so kind to you and also having to watch him play basketball was really messing with your head and you needed that shower asap. 

 “Come on you two, I am ready to go home.” Hyunjae pulls you out of thought and Sangyeon takes his hand off of you, standing up. 

The shower you take when you get home does little to help your thoughts and the hoodie laying across the back of your couch is an overwhelming reminder that you might be developing feelings. You just hoped that one, he liked you back and two, he didn’t lose interest in you and get bored like everyone else did.

-

 The weather was changing quickly from sunny most days to clouds and rain only. Not that you really minded it. Colder weather is always welcomed by you. Usually you and Hyunjae would meet up outside in a small eating area and hang out between classes, but because of his disdain for being cold you opted to meet with him in the library. 

 “So, what do you think about Sangyeon?” You look at Hyunjae with the most confused look. “Why the sudden question?” 

 He gives you a deadpan look, tilting his head to the side. 

 “Yn, I see the way you both have been acting around each other and that big doof is so obvious with his flirting it genuinely hurts me.” He admits and you try to distract yourself with the food you had in front of you. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” You say quietly.

 You feel him lightly kick your shin and you glare at him while rubbing the spot. 

 “Okay, maybe I do like him. It doesn't matter though because he’ll get bored soon enough and move on to someone else.” You sigh and you suddenly are hit with a balled up napkin. “Hey! Stopping hitting me with things.”

 “Will you stop with this ‘no one will ever love me’ bullshit! Look at who’s right in front of you.” Hyunjae shouts. You give him a weird look.

 “Is this your not so subtle way of saying you're in love with me Jae?” You tease and he throws his eraser at your chest. You rub at the now blushing spot and throw it right back at him.

  “Stop ignoring the topic and just listen to me.” Now he was the one rubbing at his chest in pain. “I can say with all my soul that Sangyeon will not move on from you. You’re literally all he ever wants to talk about when I hang out with him it’s so annoying. Also did you just choose to ignore your whole interaction when we played basketball last weekend? Even the guys were asking if you were dating.” 

 You look around the library trying to avoid this conversation all together. Yes, you had a crush on him and yes, you heavily notice Sangyeons flirting and intoxicating touches, but you just couldn’t get yourself to think any of it would last. 

 “I’m just scared Hyunjae. You know how my past relationships, if you could even call them that, go. They just want to get in my pants and freak out when I tell them that I want to get to know them first. Sometimes they just straight up ghost me after our first dates and pretend that I don’t exist when I see them around campus. I just can’t keep going through that.” You finish with a big sigh, refusing to look at your best friend. 

 Hyunjae gets up and pulls his chair around to sit right next to you. He throws his arms around you, crushing you in a tight hug. “I’m sorry you’ve been going through that. You don’t deserve that.” “It’s fine, I like hanging out with him but I won’t be getting my hopes up.” You squeeze his forearm to tell him thank you and he lets go. 

 You spend the rest of the free hour chatting about random topics and eventually part ways to your respective classes.

 -

 “I can’t believe I let you come over to hang out, just for you to be completely ignoring me for a book.” Hyunjae whines while pushing your leg with his foot. You wave your hand and continue reading while he continues to pester you. “I told you I had to finish this for my class. Stop sulking.” 

 “Fine. I’m telling Sangyeon to come keep me entertained.” Hyunjae says just to get a reaction and you fall for it far too easily. You slam the book shut and act like you haven’t been ignoring him for the past 20 minutes.  

 “No need to get crazy now. I’ll stop reading my book..” Hyunjae laughs and shakes his head at you. 

 “Sorry, already texted him and he said he would be here in less than 10 minutes.” He then runs away as you chase him to try and take away his phone. You would do anything to get that phone and text Sangyeon that there was a change of plans and he had no reason to come over. You don’t last more than a few seconds before you get tired and give up.

  “I hate you.”

 “You’ll look back on this moment and thank me for helping you two hang out.” He states and teases you by playfully shaking your shoulders as you pout. 

 Hyunjae turns on his switch and hands you a controller. As you wait for Sangyeon you start a game of mario party and it quickly turns into the two of you shouting at each other every time the location of the star was changed or if Hyunjae pushed you around during mini games.  A knock on the door makes you jump. Your hands begin to sweat and you try your best to act as normal as you could as Hyunjae lets Sangyeon walk into his apartment. 

 “Hey yn.” Sangyeon waves to you with a big grin. You couldn’t help but smile back. “Hi. We are in the middle of playing mario party. Wanna join?” You ask him. 

 “I’ll join after you guys finish your game.” You nod at him and Hyunjae asks if you guys wanted anything to drink. Sangyeon asked for a beer and you water. Once he handed out the drinks you got right back into the game. 

 It was funny how much playing this game made it easier to be around the man sitting right next to you. Every time you won a star he would cheer for you and when Hyunjae got the chance to steal one from you Sangyeon would try to mess with his controller to pick someone else to steal from. It made your heart flutter and you found yourself subtly moving closer to him. 

 Sangyeon had noticed it and crossed his arms across his chest, his elbow lightly grazing your arm. You pretend not to notice but made the mistake of glancing his way. He had the smallest smirk on his lips and your cheeks heated up. 

 “Can you play for me? I need to use the restroom.” You pass your controller to Sangyeon when he nods his head. 

 When Hyunjae heard the door shut he paused the game and fully turned to his target, who gave him a weird look. 

 “What?” 

 “I’m going to walk to the store and get food.” Hyunjae starts to get up and Sangyeon follows. Hyunjae is quick to push him back down on the couch. “Oh, not you. I’m going alone. Now I’m not saying you have to do this, but talk to yn and maybe…” He pauses hoping Sangyeon would understand what he was hinting at. 

 “You know I can’t do that. She clearly doesn’t want that right now and the last thing I want to do is make the one person I actually am interested in uncomfortable.” He looks down and starts messing with the loose strings of his ripped jeans. Hyunjae sighs and places his hands on each of his friends' shoulders. 

 “At least try to get her number. Make her realize that you truly do want to start something.” He’s pleading at this point. “I’ll think about it.” Sangyeon shrugs. 

 Meanwhile you were freaking out, splashing your face with cold water to keep the heat away. You hear them talking but it was too muffled to really understand. You hoped that they weren’t talking about you but that thought was wiped away because not everything was about you. 

 You have to shake out your hands before finally leaving the bathroom. As you sit back down on the couch you notice that someone was missing. A certain someone that you now were going to murder in his sleep. 

 “Where’d Jae go?” Your voice sounds more threatening than you anticipated and it made you cringe a little. Sangyeon looks over your face at the tone. “He went to get food at the store.” You nod. 

 “Want to continue playing or start a different game?” He asks to try and break the weird tension. “Um, can we play switch sports?” Your tone is a lot softer. You both decided to play bowling and you were very surprised at how much he sucked at it. Every time he threw a gutter ball you couldn’t help but laugh. He would play it off and look off in the distance like nothing happened. You on the other hand weren’t doing too bad. 

 “I swear I’m not usually this bad.” He tells you and you laugh. 

 “Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Now it was his turn to laugh. You could listen to his laugh all day if it was possible. You both go quiet for a few seconds before Sangyeon speaks up. 

 “Can I ask you something?” His voice wavers a little and you immediately start sweating. What could he possibly want to ask you? 

 “Sure.”

 ‘Would you want to hang out sometime? Like… without Hyunjae.”

 You feel the air go still. You hold your breath and stare at him with wide eyes. He gladly holds eye contact with you. Hoping that you can see just how serious he is about it. Now you really were going to murder Hyunjae in his sleep because you had a very strong feeling that he strategically planned his disappearance. 

 “Did he tell you to do this?” Your voice goes cold again. Sangyeon gulps and shakes his head.

 “Not really. If I’m being honest, I’ve been wanting to ask to hang out with you for a while but I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. He kind of pushed me to just do it and seeing your reaction I shouldn’t have.” He brushes his hair back and you suddenly feel like complete shit.

 “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss your feelings. I guess I am just scared that you are only doing this because you felt like you had to because of Hyunjae.” You let out a sigh and clasp your hands together. Sangyeon hesitantly places his hand on top of yours and when you do nothing to push them away he squeezes them. 

 “I really like you yn. The timing isn’t exactly the greatest but I will wait for you if you need time to think it out. I know it can be a lot.” He looks your way to try and see where your head is at and can’t help the smile that slowly appears when he sees you trying not to. 

 “I don’t need time to think. I really like you too and I think hanging out would be really fun.” You finally looked up at him and the two of you were smiling like fools.

  You go to grab your phone and pass it to him, exchanging numbers. He does the same with his. You sit with your back leaning against the arm of the couch, knees pulled up to your chest. Sangyeon sits right next to you and the two of you start talking about the most random things while you get back to bowling. You’d laugh at his stupid dad jokes and gently push his shoulder which in turn messed him up. Not that he was doing good anyways. 

 “Let’s not tell Hyunjae that we are seeing each other. I don’t need him gloating that he did anything.” You say after bowling another strike.

 Sangyeon raises his brows. “Oh, so we’re seeing each other?” 

 You quickly turn your head to him with wide eyes. “You know what I mean.” 

 Neither of you say anything else as the front door opens and Hyunjae places a few bags on the counter. You and Sangyeon quickly get up to help him put everything away. 

 “So, did you guys continue playing or do something else?” Hyunjae asks and he couldn’t be more obvious. You had to hold back rolling your eyes.

 “We started playing switch sports and yn kicked my ass in bowling.” Sangyeon looks towards you and winks. You have to look away to not smile. “That’s because you are really bad at it. I wasn’t even trying.” You joke. He laughs with you and Hyunjae just stares between you both. You start getting pots out to cook the ramen and Sangyeon is quick to tell you to leave and go relax on the couch.

 “Which ramen do you want? Spicy or cheesy?” You look between the two packs in his hands and point at the spicy one. He nods, then shoos you away and you have no problem not doing anything to help.

 Hyunjae can feel the growing affection, even more so now than before he left. He catches you staring at his friend way more than usual and every time you catch him staring he just raises his brows. You are quick to look away but they don’t stay away for long.

 Once the ramen and other snacks are all placed across the table, you all dig in. 

-

 The weather was nice today so you had no issue walking around for a little bit while you waited for Hyunjae to be done with his class. The three of you were going to see a movie later so Sangyeon had asked if you wanted to hang out before that. Obviously you couldn’t pass that up so you suggested the bookstore.

 “Come on! Please just help me. I can’t figure out which book to get.” You whine as you tug on Sangyeons shirt to get him to the mystery thriller section of your favorite bookshop. He groans in protest but doesn’t make it that hard to pull him. He wasn’t the biggest reader but you on the other hand could fly through them like no one's business. He loves seeing the way your eyes light up at every new thing you discover and he just wants to squish your cheeks and coo at how adorable you are.You stop in front of a specific area and grab the three books you were deciding between. 

 “Okay, so these are the books and I want your honest opinion on which one I should get.” You tell him and he carefully reads through each of the summaries on the backs of the books. Your eyes wander around his face, admiring the soft skin of his cheeks and his pillowy lips. You lean against the bookshelf, tilting your head a bit. A stray piece of his hair fell in his eyes and you were quick to gently move it back in place. 

 Sangyeon looks up a little shocked at the touch but recovers quickly. He wraps a hand around your wrist and slowly intertwines your fingers together. He steps a little closer to you and your breath hitches.

 “I think this one is a good choice.” He holds up one of the books and you use your other hand to take it from him. 

 “Perfect! This is the one I wanted the most.” You smile and hug the book to your chest. “Do you want to look for anything?” 

 “Oh, I’m okay. I really just came here for you.” His gaze is soft when he meets your eyes and it makes you melt. It takes everything in you not to just kiss him right in the middle of the walkway so you turn and lead him to the cashier. You pay for the book and take Sangyeons hand again as you walk out. 

 You lift up his arm, looking at the watch on his wrist to check the time. There's only a few minutes till you need to meet up with Hyunjae so you decide to go to a cafe closer to the campus to waste time. Sangyeon goes to order you both drinks as you find a table. You text Hyunjae where to meet up and then play games till  Sangyeon comes over with the drinks and takes the seat right next to you. 

 He wraps an arm across the back of your seat and takes a sip, looking out the window watching the people passing by. 

 “You look really pretty.” 

 You snap your eyes to him looking straight at you with a small smile. Your face is flushed as you look away from him. You softly elbow his ribs and tell him to shut up. 

 “It’s true. I can’t believe the most beautiful person in the universe is giving me a chance to get to know them.” He leans in a little closer. “Thank you.” 

 He presses a light kiss to your cheek and you feel like you are flying. Your heartbeat is going so erratic you were surprised no one else could hear it. You continue to stare up at him and Sangyeon acts like nothing out of the ordinary happened. Hyunjae comes into your peripherals and it makes you pull away from Sangyeon a little. 

 “Ready to go? I asked the guys if any of them wanted to go. Chanhee and Kevin said they’d meet us at the theater.” He tells you guys while texting on his phone. You nod and then get up to walk to Hyunjae’s car in one of the campus parking lots. 

 Sadly you weren’t able to sit next to Sangyeon but honestly it gave a good hour or so to calm down from the small exchange from earlier. The movie wasn’t that bad but you also weren’t really paying attention to make a full opinion on it.

 “Okay that was the worst movie I have ever seen.” Kevin says right as you walk out the front doors, “That ending was so trash. I predicted it from the start.”  You nod along with his words.

 Sangyeon walks up next to you nudging your arm. “What did you think?” 

 “I didn’t think it was that bad.” You shrug and Kevin furrows his brows. 

 “Were we watching the same movie?” The guys laugh and you throw up your hands. 

 “Do you guys want to come back to my place and have some drinks and play games?” Hyunjae asks the group and everyone agrees to go. You tell them you were really tired and just wanted to go home but that you were glad they could all hang out. Hyunjae was about to offer you a ride home but Sangyeon was quick to do it before him. 

  Sangyeon tells you that he needs to go get his car from the bookshop and to wait for him to come get you. Hyunjae looks at you expectantly as soon as Sangyeon is far enough to where he wouldn’t hear you. 

 “So what were you two doing before the movie? Did you guys finally hang out without me?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you. Your cheeks instantly heat up and you look away from the man's fleeting form.  

 “I wanted to go get a new book and he saw me walking over there. He just gave me a ride since we were going to be meeting up with you anyways. Not that crazy.” You say, but Hyunjae isn’t convinced. He squints his eyes at you and you almost give in. It was so hard keeping anything from him, especially when he was glaring at you like he was right now.

 “I don’t believe you but I won’t push you to say anything.” He throws an arm around you to give a side hug and you smile at him. “I’m guessing Sangyeon won’t be coming back to mine will he?” 

  This makes you shove him and he's laughing hard at your non verbal confession that you don’t plan on staying home alone.  Hyunjae basically shoves you in Sangyeons car once he stops his car and he waves aggressively as you drive away. Small talk filled the car here and there as you played with Sangyeons hand that was resting on your thigh. You press yours right up against his, measuring just how big they actually were. 

 “I have the heater on so high that I’m sweating. How are your hands still so cold?” He asks but you can tell he is teasing you. 

  “Good thing I have you now to keep my hands warm then I guess.” You shrug intertwining your fingers together. He lifts your joined hands and kisses the back of yours causing you to be a blushing mess. He pulls up to your place but you make no moves to get out of the car. You ask if he wants to come in and he doesn’t hesitate to say yes. When you walk through the front door you ask if he wanted anything to drink but hear no response. 

 You turn around and find Sangyeon still at your front door nervously messing with his hands. You have to stop yourself from laughing and walk over to him. 

 “What are you doing?” He looks up and huffs. “Sorry I just hope you know that I don’t expect anything from you and I want you to feel safe with me.” He lets himself breathe a bit and you take a moment to think. 

 Sangyeon waits and cautiously takes your hands in his, squeezing them gently. You squeeze back with no hesitation then release his hands. He frowns thinking you were pulling away from him but he gets surprised when you wrap both arms around the nape of his neck. You use this as a way to make him lean his head down closer to yours.

 “I don’t expect anything,” You hug him as close to you as possible. “You are the person I feel safest with and I couldn't be more thankful for how patient you’ve been with me. I know it can be hard to be with someone like me but you have yet to run away.” 

 “You couldn’t get rid of me even if you tried. I want every part of you no matter how long I have to wait.” Sangyeon cups your face. His thumbs caressing the tops of your cheeks.

 You looked between his eyes and lips, moving just a breath away from him. He waits for you to move away and when you don’t he crashes his lips to yours. Your entire body lights up and you can’t help the way you move your head to the side, deepening the kiss.

 He lets out a deep groan that goes straight to your core. Sangyeon walks you backwards until your back hits the wall and presses himself to your front. You pull away to catch your breath leaning your forehead against his. He begins leaving a trail of soft kisses along your jaw and neck. You giggle at the ticklish feeling.

 “You still haven’t answered my question.” You poke at him. He gives you a long, passionate kiss before answering. 

 “Water is fine.” But he makes no move to let you go, kissing you again which you have no issue letting him do.

///

[f0xgl0v3]

How does one Elias Bouchard hold his Pipe/The overall murder scene

Tw this like entire post is about the proper way to hold a pipe if you wanna effectively hit someone with it several times repeatedly :3 also spoilers for MAG 80

Guys I am simply a writer and this is just for writing and thought experiment purposes, none of this shall or should be applied to real life and it’s just for the haha extended sounds of brutal pipe murder-

What has come to my life-? I’m talking about Elias Bouchard and how he holds the Pipe to murder people- I, there will be actual Percy Jackson stuff soon. Maybe talking about Camp Jupiter and armor and gear and stuff or something however,

Everyone draws Elias with really weird hand positions on the pipe-? That’s a weird thing to say and the art is fantastic but if your beating someone with a Pipe then there seems to be a way I always thought in my head-

Let’s, for the sake that I’m halfway through season 4 consider the only Pipe murder I am currently aware of would be Jurgen Leitner’s, we can work with this. Elias is standing over him at the other side of a desk while Jurgen is seated I believe-? There are a couple ways we can go about this,

1) Elias hits him while they both are in the neutral position at the desk

2) Elias walks over to Jurgen’s side during the conversation and hits him then

3) Jurgen stands up from his chair and then Elias hits him.

I have had to listen to the sound clip so many times for this- I- okay. So, the beginning of the murder still is Jurgen talking, I think audibly a bit worried. I’d like to make the assumption that while Elias is like “bird stuff always a risk about death” that is when the pipe is revealed, Jurgen is taking the moment to try and reason with him and I think 2 and 3 are the most viable due to the sound they use. In 1’s scenario Elias wouldn’t get enough strength in that first swing (due to the desk being in the way, and Elias most likely having to lean over the desk to try and get a strong strike.

Then, the sound- I believe Elias initially hits Jurgen from the side of the head, think like the same ‘row’ that your temples are on, that vague side of the head. Jurgen is heard with a grunt by the first hit; we don’t hear him fall or anything (which makes me suspect it could be a situation of Elias walking over to the other side of the table) and it doesn’t really sound like Elias moves where he hits very much- continuing to strike that original spot; otherwise we’d likely hear the crunch of bone. Am I making the assumption that the sound design would include the crunch and that I would know what hitting a skull with a metal pipe is, oh yeah totally.

Now, that settles how I think this entire thing played out, Elias revealing the pipe as he walks over to the side, Jurgen looks up in old sad man still seated and is trying to reason with Elias, maybe he even attempts to get up and that is when Elias strikes in the right side of his head (just what makes sense to me, it could be the left either it wouldn’t matter much) and repeatedly hits there 11 times (yes I counted the strikes we hear, no I don’t have anything better to do with my time because I’m putting off writing a script) before like dipping or whatever.

Now, the pipe posture if you will. I see so many drawings of Elias’s hands like this,

Raised, and for all intents and purposes from an art sense it’s rad. It’s a dynamic pose and stuff, and of course this is not a critique on artists (who are way better than me) and how they want to draw this fictional man hold his pipe. However this is my brainrot talking on the ‘hey I think this is how he’d get the most effective swing’ because I’ve listened to two seasons back to back and I no longer have a brain.

But; Elias Bouchard wants the most bang for his buck so to speak. I think holding the Pipe like the tried and true baseball bat would provide this. Elias holding it like in my very bad diagram is good if he’d want to poke or stab someone with the pipe, but it’s really effective if you can get that swing in. So yeah, baseball style; hands together near the end of the pipe and over a shoulder or even over his head if you want to be silly with his posing.

Uh, haha okay. I’m sorry but the rot is all consuming and I’ve been thinking about him a lot, also like Peter Lukas and a bunch of the other sillies but this kinda- forced itself out while I was looking at art of the scene. I, uh, :3 that’s all. I like thinking about the mapping and layout and planning of scenes like these and how the visuals might’ve looked if there were visuals. I promise I probably won’t make any more posts like this for a solid while (however, talking about Bryce Lawerence and my thing in SoN are-imagining that he was the one to kill Gwen… maybe.)

[reasonablerodents]

rattie! because i am a petulant child with incurable brainrot, i am going to request you test out a little hotchgan. an argument ending in a kiss is so good, hotch having to apologize and morgan accepting the apology with a kiss is top shelf, but i'm not picky. as long as it is the two of them.

A fresh piping hot hotchgan argument and kisses, just for you!!!! I hope I did them justice!! Despite never writing them before, I really enjoyed it! Very soft and tender and ready to do anything for the other <333

Whilst I may not be a hotchgan scholar, I feel like when they argue, it seems to pretty much be only out of genuine concern for each other, which is what I was trying to go for here!

Bring It On Home To Me

Aaron Hotchner/Derek Morgan, Established Relationship, Make Up Kisses

* * * * * * * * * *

“You said that you’d only be another hour,” Derek points out when Aaron finally gets home, three hours later than he’d promised.

“I know.” Aaron says with a sigh, setting his briefcase down on the kitchen table and going to the fridge, looking for the leftovers he knows will be there.

“It would’ve been better three hours ago.”

“I know, Derek.”

“Then why didn’t you come back three hours ago?”

Aaron presses a few buttons on the microwave, a little bit harder than he needs to. “I was busy,” he mumbles, watching the plate spin around instead of the disappointment on his boyfriend’s face.

“You’re always busy.”

“And you’ve always been aware of that.”

The tone is far more bitter than he had meant it to be. No sooner have the words left his mouth, he cringes internally. He was the one in the wrong- he hadn’t even texted Derek to say he’d be late. Aaron’s not even sure why he’s arguing.

The microwave hums.

Derek traces the kitchen tiles with his toe.

Aaron picks at his fingers.

He knows it’s up to him to fix this.

“I’m sorry.”

He can sense his boyfriend moving closer, so he turns around, finally meeting his gaze for the first time since he’d walked in. Surprisingly, he doesn’t look as upset as Aaron had feared- instead, his soft brown eyes are filled with concern. Derek grasps the hand that Aaron’s been picking at, holding it in both of his own.

“Thank you.” He sighs, shaking his head. “I’m not mad at you, Aaron. I’m just worried. I know how you get, and it’s not good for you. You’re gonna stress yourself out, end up hurting yourself.”

Aaron’s just about to say something, but Derek keeps on talking.

“I know how hard the job can be, okay? But I’m not gonna sit back and watch as it takes you over again. I need Aaron, not Agent Hotchner. And Aaron needs to come home when he says he will.”

How he had even managed to end up with a man so understanding was completely beyond him- and he hadn't even had to look outside of his team to find him. When he replies, his voice is a little tighter than usual, a small lump in his throat constricting his vocal cords.

“You’re right, Derek, I’m sorry.” If Derek notices the way his voice shakes a little, he doesn’t say anything, just soothingly rubs circles into his boyfriend’s hand with one of his thumbs. Aaron swallows. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Aaron leans in then, gently catching Derek’s lips with his own. It’s slow, tender, full of unspoken promises.

I’ll do better. I’ll look after myself, and I’ll make more time for you.

Derek drops the hand he’s holding in favour of wrapping his arms around Aaron instead. His embrace is strong, always is. He hugs like he never means to let go, but it’s never cloying, only ever comforting.

I know. I just don’t want to see you struggle. I’ve always got you.

The microwave beeps.

Aaron pulls away first, but he laces his fingers behind Derek’s waist, keeping him close. “Thank you for making dinner,” he murmurs. “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow. I’ll even cook dessert.”

“Mom’s apple pie?” Derek smiles.

“Mom’s apple pie.”

[vin-at-thehub]

That's cool!

Would you say it's kinda like having a bunch of friends just always hanging out? >< Or is it something different?

Hehe I'd love to meet all of you if possible! You seem like a wonderful person so if they're anything like you, I'm sure they're also wonderful people <3

Also a mindspace sounds fun honestly ^^ I feel kinda weird just asking u a bunch of questions so one more and then I'm giving an open invitation to yap about whatever's got your attention atm if you want (whether system related or not <3)

How do the interests of your alters (I think that's the right term to use here? Please correct me if I'm wrong </3) differ? Is there something that one really loves but you're more meh about?

Pffttt—it is nice to have everyone around and we are all chill with eachother, so yes that is a fair way to say it, though it can get overwhelming sometimes and obviously we’re all people so we have our petty arguments here and there. All in all it’s like having a bunch of roommates. All the time. Everywhere. /pos

Awww tyyyyy-!! Ima join in for this one and say you seem like a skibidi sigma-!! Okay. No. Just—Hon—why-? They seem like a skibidi sigma-!! …Moving on. We’d all love to interact with you, Honey has already…attempted to do so—I think she meant that as a compliment-?? I can’t even tell—I’m sorry dude. The..brainrot is strong with her. But yeah-!! At some point we could possibly share DMs, either here or maybe on discord (we are slow repliers are you can tell) to better get to interact-!! Hehe yessir, DMs are opennnnn-!!!

Don’t worry about the questions, we love them and the mindspace is really fun-!! We can tell you more about its set up if you’d like-? And the gasoline washing machine. ..yes, and the gasoline washing machine—WHICH FOR THE RECORD IS MOON’S FAULT GUYS THAT WAS NOT MY IDEA—

Oooh, we all have a bunch of different interests, though we’re all pretty happy to view each other’s favorites-!! It’s why we’re in so many fandoms. Uhhh I’ll try to list some of us an our interests…

Me (Vin): Baking, reading, writing, any indie horror game.

My turn-!!! (Honey): Sonic Prime, uhhhhhhh apparently I can’t say anything about sigma rizzing >:d, generally making little crafts and decorating things-!! I also love love love collecting pins-!!

Moon: He likes water color painting and creepypastas-!! Specifically marble hornets-!! I also like creepypasta but not to his level—

Vinny: she likes collecting rocks and writing poetry-!! Also huge on baking (:

Dolly: She likes planning events-!!

Lynn and Neb: They like using chalk for art and scrolling on webtoons and watching horror movies-!! Or series, like Not Your Normal Kids Show.

(Dream): Complete reader, loves anything you put infront of him, especially classics, though he recently read Assistant to the Villan and loved it-!! Also reads PJO with me sometimes-!!

Err0r: He likes watching comedy shows, I’ve seen him also watch a few Sonic Prime episodes, and he watches the Disastrous Life of Saiki K with me-!! He obviously likes crocheting and is trying to teach us how to do so..

Lilac: she paints with moon, and bakes with me-!! She really loves baking or helping me design characters for some of my writing-!!

Mari (the marionette): They like FNAF stuff…though that’s probably because it’s a fictive from FNAF—regardless it likes reading all the FNAF books and is an insane fan of the ID’s Fanstay YouTube channel. It also wants to start playing Dandy’s World soon-!!

Rumi: Rumi so far has had a strong interest in DC comics and likes doing stuff in the chem lab-!! They’ve been pretty interested in us starting a new mystery book series too-!!

All in all we have a hugggee variety of interests but we all love looking into eachother favorites too-!! Thank you so much for the question, these are some of our favorite things to talk about-!!

[fatuismooches]

Smooches!! Hello sweetie pie! ૮꒰ ˶´ ꒳ `˶꒱ა ♡

I just thought this out of nowhere and honestly it may not work but basically, reader (maybe even fragile!reader I’m just a complete sucker for fragile!reader) and Dottore going out of the laboratory and into the icy land that is Snezhnaya to get some materials Dottore needs. But while you two are out, suddenly (somehow) you two get ambushed by maybe some treasure hoarders or perhaps some more elite enemies. And you end up getting hurt in the process. Maybe even to the point you end up bleeding. (Would this actually happen? Probably not bc let’s face it, Dottore is so intelligent and strong like you’ve said before even if this did happen the only other situation I can think of is the Traveler 😭) I also just want to see Dottore be like angered and pissed off at whoever dared to hurt his darling. (Like yes come be my protector Dottore boo boo 😭 💕)

But yeah this may not make any sense or even work but it’s okay!! As I’m writing this we finally got rain here!! And it was a thunderstorm to top it off so hopefully this heat goes down soon. Also to answer your question about my baby <333 (dog) we actually don’t know since we’ve never gotten her tested and we had originally gotten her from the middle of the street. She’s a small dog and a creamy colored with a few darker patches. Although she does look to be like a shih tzu! Okay I should stop talking about my baby 😭 if I could send pictures I would!!! (Also if it’s okay with you: I have a bunch of ideas that I hope to send before I have to inevitably start school, so if you see me spam your inbox I’m so so sorry :c )But I hope you enjoy your week and also enjoy this last week of July!! May all your days be filled with love and happiness, as I give you lots and lots of kisses on your cute cheeks and forehead. And a bunch of cuddles too! Please make sure you’re staying well and not tiring yourself with writing. I love you loads and so does everybody else!!! Mwa mwa!!

-from your dear boo boo bear 🎐 anon! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

Dottore's lover getting hurt by someone else always fills my brain with too much brainrot 🚶‍♀️ I too love the idea of a cold "i don't care what happens to anyone + I'm too strong to be hurt" character becoming uncharacteristically angry when someone they care for gets hurt. And yes as you said the chances of you getting hurt are practically in the negatives since he plans for every possibility and circumstance... if there's even the slightest chance you can get hurt he won't do it (ESPECIALLY if it's fragile reader, that's a no-no) but for the sake of fanfiction 🥰 if you do get hurt, oh boy. He doesn't show much emotion on his face other than that cocky smirk usually. But when you get hurt he just has no expression at all, and speaks with absolutely no emotion, no mocking, nothing. And that's how you know he's upset. Now we know that Dottore really doesn't care if his experiments suffer or not, but when he gets the people who hurt you, he'll make sure to conduct the most brutal experiments possible. Not caring when they cry and beg for forgiveness. Debating whether he should kill them or forever drag out their suffering.

...Moving on from that- at least you get the most advanced possible treatment in Teyvat, which means you won't be hurting for too long. And ahh I'm glad you got some rain 🌧 ! Hopefully things cooled down over there, I cant imagine how hotttt it is for you 😭 And omg your baby sounds so cute!! 💖💖 And of course I will always welcome your brainrots! I don't mind the spam at all! Good luck in school too, I know its hard but you got this 💞🥰 Make sure not to push yourself too! Hehe I'm giving you more kisses and smooches! I will enjoy this last week of July, we're one step closer to the fall haha. Ily too!! Make sure to take care of yourself as well 🫶🫶

[stunie]

OKAY FIRSTLY! i try so hard to keep from spamming you i just think you seem so nice and cool and i don’t wanna annoy you 😭

anyways! I just feel like dating umemiya and tsubaki would be? the greatest thing on earth? thoughtful dates, tsubaki would dress him and you up and umemiya would be so enamored when the two of you show up dressed to the nines— he’s so lucky

also (i’m sorry i have such a size kink) they’re both TALL! and tsubaki in heels? TALL! imagine in an innocent way being between them, holding hands, being protected by two of the tallest and strongest people at furin (side note i’m all for being strong but i wanna be their damsel in distress 😭)

ANYWAYS! also being between them in a less innocent way— laying back on umemiya while making out with tsubaki, his lipstick all over you, and all the while no matter how laid back he seems umemiya is entirely in charge— tsubaki is more so but you’d never truly be in charge (maybe in some ways but)

and also i just wanna see umemiya and tsubaki make out in front of me is that too much to ask for? like after being left brain dead they just… lean over and start with each other

anways! join me in this brainrot! i keep wanting to start writing for wbk but i’m too scared to! have a great day! 💕💕💕

-🥟

HELLLOOOOOO YESSSS i started jumping up and down when i got this ! ! okay my long response gonna be under this cut:

OKAY FIRST. you could send me an ask every hour of every single day and i would never be annoyed. absolutely impossible. i will talk until the end of time. i love seeing u in my inbox !!! and also blushing bc u said u think i’m nice and cool <3333

NOW ONTO UR BRAINROT:

absolutely yes. i think it would be so cute if the three of you were planning a first date, and tsubaki takes him away the day before to shop for cute outfits together. (you went shopping w tsubaki the day prior!!)

the whole time he’s telling ume over and over, “don’t get tired just yet, okay? we’ve gotta find you the perfect outfit. we’re gonna give her such a nice surprise!”

and pls !!! when all three of you finally meet, he was under the impression that he was supposed to be the one who was gonna blow you away, but he’s gasping as soon as he sees you and tsubaki, hands clasped over his mouth and everythingg. he just cannot for the life of him believe how ethereal the two of you look standing in front of him like this …

the size kink fuck…. me too 🥟. me too. holding both of their hands is so fucking cute to me i am sobbing 😭. i can imagine a lil coffee date, where ume and tsubaki have gone to save a table for the three of you, and they notice that the cashier taking your order is a little … pushy. you look uncomfortable. that’s all they need to see before they’re both behind you in an instant, large frames towering over you, but they both still have that sweet smile on their face… it still scares the cashier shitless anyways.

it doesn’t take a glare for him to get the message.

that ?? that …. that vision you’re putting in my head. leaning against ume while making out with tsubaki? kisses with tsubaki always take your breath away, by the way. you and ume are both left panting, both your necks & faces covered in lipstick and ume’s glancing over at you through a heavy pant, still smiling big n bright and he’s like “oh. we look the same, huh?”

and oh please ….. they’re both wanting to prep you today. had you hovering over ume’s face on all fours, tsubaki’s fingers buried in your cunt while ume’s lapping at your clit— and as soon as you’re done gushing?? tsubaki’s getting ume up, pulling him into a heated kiss as you try and collect yourself underneath them (this is just the beginning of the night. more to come !)

ALSO. if u do and up writing for wind breaker in the future, there’s no need to feel scared !!! everyone i’ve spoken to here is sooo sweet. there r also 2-3 servers i’ve joined that r just for wind breaker !! if u ever make a writing bloggie and wanna hop in to meet some others lemme know (:

and then OFFCC we will be mooties (if you want) and i will scream in ur tags (if that’s fine) and we will have a fabulous time (if that’s okay)! NO PRESSURE THO. absolutely no pressure.

i love having you as my dumpling nonnie very much <3

[peonyblossom]

We're Gonna Get Married

Book: Open Heart (pre-canon) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x Tobias Carrick Words: 1,187 Category: Fluff Rating: General AO3 link here Summary: After completing their intern year of their residency, Ethan and Tobias decide on the best possible way to celebrate the milestone. A/N: The ethias brainrot has been so strong lately, I came up with this idea when the insomnia hit last night and then proceeded to write it today lol

“Five, four, three, two, one!” All the interns yelled as it struck midnight in Donahue’s. 

Tobias sat on one of the stools at the bar with Ethan standing in between his legs. Tobias grabbed Ethan’s waist and pulled him closer, leaning his head up for a kiss. Ethan happily obliged, bringing his hands to Tobias’s face. Ethan wasn’t usually a fan of PDA, but they were both a little drunk and they were celebrating. 

“We are officially second-year residents!” Ethan cheered after he pulled away from the kiss, garnering a plethora of cheers from other residents. Ethan chuckled and leaned in towards Tobias again, saying only to him, “I wanna get married.” 

Tobias laughed and brought his hand up to show off his ring, “I know, that’s what this ring is for.”

“No, I wanna get married now.” Ethan rolled his eyes.

“Like, now now?” Tobias asked, looking up into Ethan’s eyes. 

“No, not now now; this weekend when my dad’s here.” 

“Oh! I think that’s a great idea.” Tobias smiled. 

Once again, Ethan leaned down to kiss Tobias. When he pulled away he whispered, “We’re gonna get married.” He and Tobias had matching smiles. 

“We’re gonna get married,” Tobias whispered back, before pulling Ethan in by the collar for another kiss.

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“Ethan, everything is clean already, I promise,” Tobias said when he entered the kitchen, seeing Ethan wiping down the counter that he had already wiped down twice. Tobias took the rag out of Ethan’s hand and put it down on the counter, holding both of Ethan’s hands in his own so Ethan couldn’t grab it. “We don’t have to do this if you aren’t ready.”

“No, I’m ready, I’m just… nervous anyway.” Ethan sighed.

“Nervous to marry me or nervous to tell your dad?”

“Nervous to tell my dad. We’ve been engaged for a year, he’s probably expecting an actual wedding–”

“Hey, he can expect whatever he wants, it’s our wedding. We get to make the calls.” Tobias pressed a chaste kiss to Ethan’s lips. He’d never had the kind of relationship with either of his parents that Ethan had with his dad. Hence, why neither of Tobias’s parents were coming to their wedding. 

Ethan removed his hands from Tobias’s grip and instead put them around his neck. “I can’t wait to marry you.” 

The doorbell rang, signaling Alan’s arrival. Ethan disentangled from his fiancé and opened the front door, welcoming his dad with a hug. After also hugging Tobias, Alan said, “So boys, what are we doing this weekend to celebrate the end of your internships?”

Ethan and Tobias looked at each other for a brief second before Ethan turned to Alan and said, “We’re going to get married.”

A little confused, Alan asked, “What do you mean?”

“We’re going to go shopping for our tuxes today and then tomorrow go to the courthouse and get married. And we want you to come, that’s… why we picked this weekend…” Ethan trailed off.

“Oh of course! I’d love to come!” Alan pulled both boys into another hug, overjoyed. “Is anyone else coming with us?” Alan knew Tobias didn’t talk to his parents, but he thought maybe they’d bring a few friends.

“No, it’s just going to be the three of us,” Ethan answered.

“Okay, well let me put my stuff in the guest room and we can head out!” Alan rushed upstairs.

Tobias hugged Ethan from behind, leaning his chin on Ethan’s shoulder. “See, he’s so excited.” Tobias smiled. “We’re gonna get married.”

Ethan smiled, leaning into Tobias’s hug. “We’re gonna get married.” 

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“Okay, so how does this work?” Alan asked as they entered the mall. “I don’t know how the gays do it, can you see each other’s suits before the wedding or is that a bad omen?”

Ethan rolled his eyes as Tobias held back his laughter. “Dad, that’s not– not even all straight couples follow that tradition, it’s not a gay or straight thing…”

“And we don’t care,” Tobias finished, sensing Ethan’s struggle to find the right words to explain millennial couples as a whole to his dad.

“Oh good, ’cause that would make this a little difficult.” Alan laughed as they entered a department store. They went straight into the tux section and Tobias and Ethan started searching. It didn’t take long for them both to have an armful of tuxes to try on. 

They all went to the fitting rooms and Tobias and Ethan took turns showing their options to Alan, like a montage from a 2000s film. Tobias decided on a classic black tux, whereas Ethan picked a white tux with a pink tie – Tobias’s favorite color. 

“They both look so wonderful! You are going to be very handsome grooms.”

Ethan blushed, looking down. His dad might not always understand Ethan’s identity, but he was always supportive. He’d taught Ethan what unconditional love really was. 

“Okay, Dad, your turn,” Tobias said to Alan. 

“What?” Alan asked.

“Let us pick something out for you! Come on, it’s your only son’s wedding! And presumably his only wedding.” 

“What if you die an untimely death? Do you expect me to just never move on?” Ethan asked, somewhat sarcastically.

“Yes.”

“Uh… we’ll come back to this conversation at a later date. For now, Dad, I agree with Tobias, let us pick something out for you. Please?”

“If you insist!” Alan said. He held onto Ethan and Tobias’s tuxes as they picked out a few for Alan to try on. Despite insisting he didn’t need anything, Ethan and Tobias were able to talk Alan into getting a new tux – they paid for his and he paid for both of theirs since he “didn’t have time to get them a wedding gift.” 

---

“We’re gonna get married today,” Tobias whispered in Ethan’s ear as soon as he woke up the next morning. Ethan woke, smiling at his soon-to-be-husband. 

“We’re gonna get married today,” Ethan echoed. 

They wasted no time getting ready in their brand new tuxes and were already waiting by the door by the time Alan was ready as well. 

“Are you sure you don’t want to eat anything before we head out?” Alan asked.

“Dad, we’ll get brunch or something afterwards to celebrate, but first, we’re gonna get married.” Tobias smiled, slipping his hand into Ethan’s. 

Alan smiled as he followed the boys out the door and into the car. When they arrived at the courthouse, Ethan and Tobias held hands the whole way up the steps. Alan had never seen his son happier. 

After waiting for the judge for what seemed like a much longer time than it actually was, Ethan and Tobias were standing in front of the judge exchanging their vows. They had both written them soon after getting engaged, not knowing when exactly they would actually have time to get married. The ceremony was short and sweet and soon enough they were officially married. It was the perfect way to celebrate the end of their intern year; they were stepping up in their careers and in their relationship and they couldn’t be more excited to see what their future held.

[spaceprincessem]

f&f?

hi diana!!!!!

this is my on going fast and furious 911/buddie au. i recently just re-watched fate of the furious (fast 8) and wrote a few buddie scenes for fun based off the movie. here's one of the scenes i did

Eddie’s chest heaves as he watches Jonah fall to the ground. His grip on the briefcase loosens briefly as Abby tells him good job and to get out of there. He only has a second to breathe before the suitcase is ripped right from his hands. Panic flares in his chest as he catches Buck taking off down an alleyway. “Buck!” He yells, frozen as Abby says in his earpiece, What are you going to do about it, Eddie? He swallows hard and takes off after Buck. He can’t let Buck get away, but he doesn’t know how else he’s supposed to get the briefcase back. Hurting Buck isn’t an option. He can’t bring himself to do that after all the pain he’s caused. “Buck!” He says desperately, “Stop!” He raises his gun in the air and fires off two warning shots. He watches as Buck flinches, stumbling to a stop. He slowly turns to face Eddie and Eddie can feel the way his heart explodes from his chest, pulling pulling pulling towards the only thing he’s ever truly wanted. Buck looks wrecked, but determined as he stares Eddie down with those gorgeous baby blue eyes that have always looked at Eddie like he’s the most amazing thing in the world. “I don’t know why you’re doing this, Eds.” He says hurt and confused and so many other things that Eddie wants to sooth. “But I know that you love me,” he continues with so much convocation that Eddie aches, “and you are not going to shoot me.” Eddie wants to close the distance between them. He wants to press Buck against the wall and kiss him like their lives depend on it. He wants to touch Buck, hands itching with the primal need to feel his skin against Buck’s. He wants to lick hot in Buck’s mouth and swallow all the beautiful sounds he knows Buck would make. He wants to beg Buck for forgiveness, drop to his knees, and kiss away all of the suffering he’s caused.  He wants Buck to chase away the taste of Abby and blood and betrayal from his lips. He wants to tell Buck that he loves him. That Eddie belongs to him and that he belongs to Eddie.  Always and forever. He doesn’t do any of that, though. He just lets Buck walk away and stares up at the security camera knowing that Abby has seen everything. A few seconds later he hears Buck’s grunt of pain and Josh’s voice from around the corner. “I won’t chase you,” Josh says. Eddie blindly follows the sound, the click of a gun igniting a fire in his veins. He has his gun against Josh’s temple at the same time Josh points his gun right at Buck’s head. “You willing to die for it?” Eddie growls, finger steady on the trigger. Josh tries to pull the case from Buck, but he doesn’t give it up, staring Josh down instead with that same determination that Eddie knows will get him killed. But Eddie isn’t going to let that happen. Not on his fucking life. “Buck,” he says, like a warning. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the moment where Buck gives in. His face shutters and he lets go of the briefcase, tears pooling in his lashes.  “Okay, then,” Josh huffs, “let’s go.” Josh bumps past Eddie’s shoulder, but Eddie can’t take his eyes off of Buck. They stare at each other for one heated second and Eddie wants to tell him so many things. The urge to pull Buck close to him is so fucking strong that it physically hurts when Eddie walks away.  The sound of Buck’s quiet, heartbroken sob nearly breaks Eddie in two.

i have brainrot so bad whenever i watch these movies i swear