#I know it's cringe you don't have to tell me

[airenyah]

i need to talk about this line here for a second, because it's an attack on me personally. but not the english translation of it, no, it's the og thai line that really gets to me. because he says:

มันโอเค​นะเว้ย ที่จะมีความรักอ่ะ [man - oh-keh - ná wóiie • thêe - jà - mee kwaam rák - àh] it - okay - [particle] • that - will - be in love - [particle]

he specifically uses the term มีความรัก which is more like "to be in love". which means rather than "it's okay to love", this line is more accurately translated as:

It's okay to be in love.

and as someone who really really really struggles with self-acceptance for my own romantic feelings for others, this distinction is really important to me. i can deal with loving others. i love my family. i love my best friend (you really don't go here but hiiii @magsimags i love youuuu 😘 (i know you're rolling your eyes reading this as usual)(i don't care)(i love you)). i love my other close friend. i love my summer camp gang. i love my friend that style reminds me of. i love each and every single one of the friends i've made in this fandom over the past few years (you know who you are 💖). i KNOW it's okay to love. i do it all the time. loudly. as evidenced by the fact that i just HAD to tag my best friend in this post to publically tell her i love her even though she really doesn't care about my thai blorbos, just because i really couldn't NOT tag her to tell her i love her. anyway. i can love. loving is fine.

but to be in love??? that's a whole different story. having (in my case romantic) feelings for someone feels like a heavy burden. it feels humiliating. i hate it. i don't want it. it stresses me out. and the person i have feelings for especially can't ever know about it. see, i will talk about my crushes/romantic feelings, but mostly to family and friends (the better they know the person i have feelings for, the harder it gets for me to admit to it), and even then the word "be in love" won't ever come out of my mouth in my native language. in english it's easier, but in my native language i just can't say it. it feels heavy. it makes me cringe. being in love is horrible.

so when style said "it's okay to be in love" specifically? that was a punch to my gut. because this is a truth i have not yet managed to accept for myself. and if the person i had feelings for specifically told me "it's okay to be in love" so firmly and so earnestly? yeah, i would crumble too

[sl-vega]

[ 💌 ] - VOICELINES ABOUT YOU - genshin x reader

✮⋆˙ voicelines that the characters would have about you in game, whether you be a partner or someone they have feelings for <3 + voicelines other characters would have spectating your relationship (open to doing more characters if requested!)

↳ characters: kazuha & venti

cw; potentially ooc, lowk cringe, reader is not shown but only stated, the characters are talking about (y/n) to the traveler (kept vague onto whether it's lumine or aether), reader is gn, relationship with y/n + the characters varies <3

divider creds to @anemichorizon2 <3

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA - [🍁]

↳ about y/n

"The person from Yae Publishing House that you always see me with? Ah, you must be referring to (Y/N)! I've been acquainted with them for quite some time, whenever Beidou and I visit Narukami Island, they always manage to show me any new books they have in stock. They've been dabbling in writing poems here and there as well, their eyes light up whenever they show me a new piece that they've written, it's quite adorable really..."

"Hm? What was that traveler? My...relationship with them? Why we're friends of course, what else?"

"...What's with that expression on your face? Ah, no it's not like that...you sound just like Beidou whenever I bring them up around her, you know that?"

beidou - about (y/n) and kazuha

"Kazuha's insisted on taking stops by Narukami Island a lot more frequently as of late, thankfully he doesn't bother playing the fool with me-he knows that I know him well enough to see right through an act like that- as for why you ask? To visit that little shop clerk that's caught his eye of course."

"Last time I saw them together, he was looking at them as if they were the only person in the world. Not to mention how he's constantly gushing about the poems and haikus they exchange, and whenever we arrive in Ritou, (Y/N) is always the first person to greet them, they get all sappy whenever he has to leave with the rest of the crew as well. I do have to admit that they make a good pair, he's happy with her, and as cheesy as they are, I'm happy he's found someone that makes him feel that way. Don't tell him I said that though."

yae miko - about (y/n) and kazuha

"Ah, you want to know more about my favourite employee and their silly little school girl crush on that samurai? It's straight out of a romantic light novel in all honesty, the way they look so dreamy-eyed and entranced whenever he comes to visit, simply and positively adorable. Whenever they call in sick or ask for someone else to cover their shift I always find out that Kazuha happens to be in the area on the same day, ah...young love."

VENTI - [🎼]

↳ about y/n

"Traveler! Look at this bottle of Dandelion Wine I managed to snag from the Angel's Share! And no, I didn't steal it mind you, someone gifted it to me. You know (Y/N)? Oh, you haven't met them? Well they work part-time as a bartender at the Angel's Share, and they're wonderful company."

"I always make sure to grab a drink whenever they have a shift. They're very sweet on me too, sometimes they give me a discount, and if I'm lucky, they give me something on the house!"

"They always listen to my tales and performances at the tavern as well, and they always have the most witty and amusing commentary to accompany my performances, I honestly think that they're one of the few reasons that Diluc doesn't kick me out that often anymore..."

diluc - about (y/n) and venti

"Venti's been coming to the tavern a lot more than usual, which is saying a lot. Whenever I'm working part time as a bartender at the Angel's Share and he comes to order something he always looks incredibly disappointed when he sees me there. Hm? Don't worry I'm not daft, I already know why. Just...let me know if it ever looks like he's getting too close, (Y/N) treats him like some lost kitten, a few whines and a sad little look and they fold just like a frame sign. I don't want him getting into the habit of expecting free drinks all the time either."

kaeya - about (y/n) and venti

"You know that bard's sweet little partner? Well, they aren't actually partners-not yet, at least- and they're quite lovely, whenever they serve me at the tavern they're always so polite and kind. Me and Rosaria have a little bet going on regarding their relationship with Venti. What does the bet entail? Why who will ask who out first of course! My money's on Venti, Rosaria put her mora on the cute little bartender. Why do you ask? Wanna join?"

🍓 TAGLIST; @shrii-kk

[yangqism]

don't wanna break up again | dong sicheng

actor!dong sicheng x singer!femreader

synopsis. love and sicheng don't complement each other. despite being aware of that fact, it doesn’t stop you from coming back again and again, even if your set-up consumes you. or, sicheng and you are in an on and off situationship because he’s afraid of commitment.

genre. angst, romance (if there's any LOL), situationship

warnings. excessive use of the word "manager", reader wears contacts at some point, they have UNSPOKEN FEELINGS (mainly sicheng), industry pressure, toxic relationship (i mean, situationship </3)

words. 5,882

eternal sunshine. masterlist

it started on a red carpet, where you’d been cornered by a journalist asking about your upcoming album. sicheng was standing nearby, his black suit sharp and his gaze sharper. when he glanced your way, it felt like the world shifted. later, you found yourself seated next to him at an afterparty, where the conversation flowed like an unscripted duet.

“so, do singers always write about their own heartbreaks?” he teased, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

“only the memorable ones,” you replied, meeting his eyes with a challenge of your own and a smile that could melt the world.

you didn’t know it then, but he’d leave you with more than enough material.

it’s been two weeks since that interaction you’ve had with the industry’s most sought after actor. you’ve heard all the good things about sicheng. how he’s shy in real life and he’s cool on camera. but you believed that that simply can’t be true. 

but you also believed he’s hot and now you’re here, composing a song while thinking about that small interaction with him. you don’t know where this song would go or if this would even be published, but one thing’s for sure: no one would even know that this song is for him. 

“then i had this interaction i’ve been thinking about for like five weeks,” your manager read your lyrics, cringing at them after. “what the hell is this, y/n?”

“what? a girl can’t love or something?” you sighed, putting your ballpen down and waiting for another comment about the song you’re writing. “it’s about the guy.”

“yeah! i know it’s about the guy. and i’m pretty sure that you know that if you get tangled with him, the scandal is going to be big, right?” your manager sighed. you can tell that just by thinking about how much paperworks and apology letters you guys are gonna write, if ever, if ever you and sicheng ‘would’ have some romantic escapade, your manager’s hair would wither and he’d definitely not appreciate that.

“it’s just a song! and i don’t stand a chance with that big star. he’s probably dating an a-lister actress or something,” you replied. “like probably… he’s dating that lead actress of eternal sunshine! the nepo baby! y’know… their chemistry’s unmatched,” 

“ooh, yeah! i’m actually excited to watch that series because i’ve seen the interviews! oh my god they look so good together,” this time, your manager sat beside you, gushing about how sicheng and his lead partner look good together and how much he thinks that eternal sunshine would be a hit. 

“now you’re making me sad,” you pouted, the thought of not having a chance with a big shot actor hurts you more than not winning song of the year against iu. “i even made the title track of their series based off of the story and some real life happenings in the set,” you grinned, ready to tell your manager the tea you got off of the set of eternal sunshine back when you were invited by the director.

you weren’t able to see sicheng before because he had other gigs, but the rest of the cast were there, filming the other scenes that didn’t require the actor. 

“you know, oppa, i mean… who am i kidding? everyone knows qian kun, right?” you started to over exaggerate, “apparently, he likes the director! and everyone in the set knows it… and the director’s kinda shy about it.”

“honestly? if the golden boy qian kun likes me? i’ll marry him immediately.” 

“if it were you. but the director feels a bit insecure because kun’s perfect and all. but i do believe they look good together!” 

“and how did you get this information?”

“liu yangyang. eternal sunshine’s second male lead, the one who’s gonna get dumped in the end,” you stopped the sentence but your manager knew you’re about to dump the biggest, scandalous tea about the man, ��but in real life, i heard he dumped dong sicheng’s lead partner.” 

“if i’m being honest? sicheng and that nepo baby’s chemistry is better than yangyang’s and her. but i do see some reason why they would hit off.” 

“no, oppa. you don’t get it, do you?” you sighed, “yangyang worked his ass off in this industry, the nepo baby got it because of her parents! sure, she acts well… but y’know, their vision in life might be different… maybe that’s why they didn’t become a real couple,”

“how about hendery? is he really handsome in person?” your manager curiously asked, “i heard he’s a real asshole.”

“damn right, he is! that man didn’t even acknowledge me nor the staff! he just went straight to the student nurse who was interning during the film to get some paracetamols i’m pretty sure he doesn’t need,” 

“so, hendery’s hot and an asshole. got it,” 

“and dejun… we made eye contact but that’s really it! he’s so afraid of human touch. but he’s so handsome too. even more handsome than hendery and i can feel that he treats everyone nicely, he’s just afraid of being too close,”

“you got all these crazy juices just from one visit on the set and it was enough for you to write eternal sunshine. your talent scares me sometimes,” you can’t really tell if your manager was complimenting you or is weirded out by how well you remember the facts the staff have told you during your time inside the set as well as your own perceptions of every actor in it but you’d take it positively because you do agree that eternal sunshine has some interesting talents in it.

“oh! before i forget, you know that award-winning photojournalist, right? ten lee? apparently, he’s exes with sicheng’s makeup artist and his award-winning piece was a picture of her when they were still together! that’s the kind of part i got inspired to write eternal sunshine, as well as the storyline.”

“they’re not together now?” 

“yeah, but it’s so weird because you can feel the tension and i think it’d be even weirder now because they’re wrapping up the first season and ten has to get the interesting bits while the makeup artist has to make sure sicheng is the interesting bit.”

“i can tell that you enjoyed your time there, y/n. but you better not tell anyone these or they will be in deep trouble.”

“i know! i just had to let it out to you because i know you love those actor rumours and stuff,” you rolled your eyes to your manager, already used to him warning you about getting in trouble from time to time. 

when he left, you immediately continued composing your song about you and sicheng’s interaction, acting like it went to something even more special. 

“i hope i can see him again…” you took a deep breath, looking at the paper you’re writing on, wishing to see and talk to him again.

you heard whispers that sicheng would attend the music festival you were headlining in but you never really took it seriously, considering the busy schedules he probably have because of eternal sunshine. but deep down, you wished he would come and see you perform… maybe he’d talk to you again and maybe he’d be interested in you.

as the sun was setting over the vibrant landscape of the music festival, you stood at the stage, taking a deep breath before looking into the crowd. of course, you were admiring your fans who came all the way from different cities just to see you but you were also hoping to see him. and that, you did. 

you could swore it was the most romantic thing ever because he was also looking into your eyes and when your orbs met? you saw a glint of something behind his glance… or maybe it was just your contacts. 

the music started and you sang one of your greatest hits, everytime, pouring your heart and soul into performing because it’s a song that you can definitely relate to now. ‘i hope he remembers me,’ you thought while singing, hyping the audience up to sing with you.

“why, oh why does god keep bringing me back to you?” you sang looking directly at sicheng who’s also looking at you with something you can’t put into words. you couldn’t really tell what it is that you saw in his eyes when you were performing because he’s with his friends a bit farther on the stage but at least, you could see him.

after your performance, your manager quickly led you to your dressing room where your staff quickly went near you to take off some of the heavy makeup, replacing it with some blush and lip balm so you could comfortably watch and enjoy the festival. 

“y/n, change into this outfit,” one of the staff said, giving you an outfit that is extremely better than the ones you have right now. you just nodded in agreement before going to the comfort room where you changed. 

“feel comfortable now?” your manager asked, giving you a water bottle. “i saw sicheng watching you! he looks so into your performance earlier, y/n,” he added.

you could tell he was teasing you but you didn’t care. you performed your best out there because he was watching. 

“it was just eye contact, oppa,” 

before your manager could respond back to you, a familiar figure towered you from behind and judging his reaction, it was the person you least expect to be in your dressing room right now. 

“oh, sicheng! what brings you here?”

“can i talk to y/n?” his voice was humble, gentle, and comforting. you could melt then and there when you felt his breath from your back. 

your manager gave you a reassuring smile, patted your shoulder, before giving the room all to you and sicheng. 

‘this is it,’ you thought. the man you’ve been crushing over for at least a month now, behind you. now, you guys are alone in your dressing room but you can’t even try to look at him without feeling nervous. 

“hi, y/n,” he started. 

“sicheng! so glad to see you here! i almost thought you forgot about me,” you sheepishly blabbered. this time, you faced him. 

and you almost died. 

the man standing in front of you is the hottest human being ever and people around you would definitely agree if you told them that sicheng is not just a random actor. he is the actor. 

“you were great out there,” he smiled, “it’s one of my favorite songs of yours,”

“i’m glad you like it! i had fun writing it last year,” 

he leaned against the wall, looking relaxed yet attentive. “so, which one of your exes inspired you to write that?” he caught you off-guard with his teasing remark, reminding you of your first encounter with each other.

“what’s with you and my exes? are you interested in them?”

“i’m just curious how they fumbled someone like you,” he shot back with a charming smile.

“flattery won’t get you anywhere, sicheng,” you laughed and tried to shake off what he had just said. “some things just don’t work out, you know,”

sicheng just nodded to what you have just said, “try it with me?” 

this time, you scoffed, “you’re an actor, i’m a singer. that’s like… a recipe for disaster.”

“i’d be in any disaster as long as i’m with you, y/n,” he retorted, eyes staring deeply into your orbs as he waited for your response. 

“whatever, sicheng,” you rolled your eyes, smiling lightly before your manager entered your dressing room again. 

when your manager entered the room, you looked into sicheng’s direction, as if to signal that his time with you is over and he took that as a sign to give you a short farewell. 

“see you soon, y/n,” was all he said before vanishing into the endless hallways of the festival’s backstage. 

your manager’s looking at you with that stupid grin on his face, “so? what happened here and why do you look like you’ve seen a ghost? you got turned off or what?”

“woah there, buddy. calm down with those questions, will you?”

but he couldn’t really stop smiling from your interaction with sicheng again. afterall, these days you’ve been thinking about the actor nonstop. 

“he wanted me to try to play the game of love with him. to be in a relationship with him, i guess?” this time, your manager smiled even wider, waiting for you to continue. “stop looking at me like a creepy man,”

“you know what this means right, y/n?” he started, “to have one of the most popular actors talk to you after your performance,” 

“yeah dude, it means they want to get in my pants!” you replied annoyingly.

“or you could’ve maintained the innocent route and answered, ‘oh! it means he’s interested in me!’” your manager mocked your voice to prove a point with both of his index and middle finger doing the air quote-unquote symbol. 

“i know…” you whined, “but what if we won’t work out? what if we end up like those songs i wrote about heartbreaks?” 

but your manager could only give you a reassuring tap on your shoulder, “then write another song about it,”

your manager is actually right. 

at this point in time, you might write another song about a heartbreak. it’s been months now, since that dressing room interaction with sicheng and after it, you found yourself entangled with the actor. in every place you never thought about, actually! 

“still waiting for him?” the lead actress asked you. 

right, you’re in the filming site right now, waiting for sicheng because he told you to come to his apartment later. you decided it was better for the both of you to come at the same time so as to prevent suspicion from the public eye. afterall, your manager is already stressed when you inform him about the situation with sicheng now.

“yeah, i am. how’s the filming going?” you tried to make a short conversation with the lead actress. even though the public has said countless bad comments about her, she’s actually nice and easygoing. and easygoing in a sense that this girl has probably never seen a bad guy in her life! 

“sicheng’s been acting grumpy nowadays. i think it has to do with his dating rumour with karina,” she started, sitting beside you. “you know how those idol-actor rumour goes,”

you nodded. of course, you do know how those go considering you’ve had countless rumours with many men, some of them you didn’t know even existed. but sicheng’s is different because his company keeps on pushing him to do it, telling him it’s ‘good’ publicity. 

before you and the lead actress of eternal sunshine could continue your conversation, sicheng and yangyang came into the picture. the latter gave you a gummy smile whilst signalling the lead actress to follow him. you assumed they have made up and are now in a relationship but you could only assume, sicheng doesn’t tell you stuff. 

“let’s go,” sicheng gave you a half-smile before leading you to his van where yuta, his manager, has been waiting for the both of you.

“hello, yuta,” you greeted politely.

“hi, y/n. sorry if it took long for sicheng to wrap up tonight, it’s an important scene that the director wants to finish immediately,” 

“you don’t need to tell her that, hyung. y/n understands, right?” the actor looked into your direction, giving you his charming smile. 

you smiled back, giving him the satisfaction. 

you will definitely write a song about this.

it’s never ending, honestly. your nights with sicheng in his apartment. him cuddling you to sleep while helping you write lyrics then you begging him to spoil eternal sunshine just for the man to smirk at your pleading face before telling you to go to sleep.

it’s those nights that made you stay with what you guys have but on mornings, you would wake up alone in his bed, leaving you wondering where he might have gone. 

on the first night he had left you alone, you waited until lunch for him to come home but he never did. you only realized that he had come to another filming site when your manager called you, worrying where’d you went the night before. then it happened again and again, urging you to tell your manager what really is happening but you couldn’t give an answer because the two of you haven’t talked about what you guys have right now. 

“it’s been hard, oppa,” you started, sighing on the way home the next morning after your encounter with sicheng and yuta last night. “i can’t believe i’m letting him do this to me,”

“why don’t you ask him about your status? you just can’t keep on waking up alone in that bed if you guys have something going on,”

“i don’t want to pressure sicheng, especially now when things start to get stressful in his work,”

your manager sighed in disbelief, closing his eyes in disappointment to what you have just said. “you’re preparing for an album too, y/n. things are also stressful on your side,” 

“he’s an actor, he has more things to think about than what we are,” 

you try to convince yourself that everything is okay. his texts grew shorter, his calls less frequent. hell, he rarely invites you on set. but when he’s with you? it was like he was a different person. soft, attentive, and present. he would make you dinner and tell you you’re the prettiest thing on earth, only to be left behind the morning after. 

mornings with sicheng are nonexistent. it made you feel used, unloved, and sad. but asking him your label is more humiliating. you’re afraid of putting things into his mouth, afraid he might lose interest in you if you’ve ever asked him about the two of you. 

you’re afraid to be too much for him. 

but you’re only human and he’s pushing you to the edge now. you’ve been overwhelmed with your recording session earlier and sicheng has not replied to any of your messages, even after you finished recording–your phone still had no sign of him seeing your chats and replying to you. 

after the grueling session with your manager inside the recording studio, you immediately left him to go at sicheng’s apartment, even if there’s a risk of getting caught by paparazzis. you just can’t help it now, you’re getting suffocated and confused and hurt. you’re getting every feeling you are not supposed to feel when in love. 

you rang his doorbell for the nth time until a sleepy sicheng opened the door. 

“do you even care about this?” if you weren’t tired and mad, you would’ve melted at his appearance now but your voice was trembling and your legs were shaking as he left you inside his apartment. 

“what kind of question is that, y/n?” his voice was sleepy but his tone was defensive.

“the kind i have to ask because you never let me in,” now, your frustration is spilling over and your mind is not working right. “i’m always the one chasing you, sicheng! aren’t you tired of running from me? haven’t you thought about what i feel?” 

for a moment, you thought he might say something to ease the ache in your chest. instead, he sighed and turned his back on you. “this is who i am, y/n. you agreed to be linked with someone like me in the first place. if i’m not enough for you, maybe you should leave,” 

the first break up was messy (like the other ones that followed). you tried to convince yourself that it was a mutual one but your manager, and everyone around you, didn’t believe you. 

you remember the way back home, your manager picking you up crying at sicheng’s apartment parking lot. he bit his lip and ran his fingers through his hair before picking you up, telling you to shush and calm down but you never did. all you did that night was cry and ask your manager if you were not enough. 

when your mind was kind of cleared, you realized that maybe distancing yourself to sicheng is for the better. afterall, you both had your careers and responsibilities. maybe being with an actor is really a disaster. 

but the break up didn’t last like how you expected it to do. a few weeks later, he showed up to your apartment, which also counts as the first time he went there, after his schedule. he didn’t greet you with his calm and comforting demeanor like the first time, he was cold and unreadable–distant but pleading.

“i shouldn’t be here,” he admitted as you told him to come inside, “but i couldn’t stay away,”

and just like that, you were back in the loop. nights that felt like promises and mornings that broke you all over again. 

“are you sure about this, y/n?” your manager oppa asked you.

“yeah! i feel him changing for the better, oppa,” you smiled brightly, eyes scanning the setlist for your upcoming concert.

“waking up with him beside you doesn’t count as change, y/n! you still haven’t asked him about what you guys are!” he scolded but you avoided his glance.

the truth is, you did. you asked again. it was inside your apartment this time. it was around december, when everything felt cold outside but inside felt even colder.

your head in sicheng’s lap as the both of you watched the latest episode of eternal sunshine. he was watching your reaction as kun’s character was being teased by the lead actress and hendery. 

“sicheng,” you called. 

“hmm?” 

“are you ready?” you asked. unlike the last time where you had the guts to confront him, you didn’t have the courage to do so that night. you were afraid of what he had to say but you wanted to ask. you had to ask him. 

“y/n…” he started, he was caressing your hair as if to comfort you but deep inside, you know it’s his conscience eating him up, “i’m sorry,” 

you shouldn’t have asked. 

it was humiliating but you can’t help the tears streaming down sicheng’s pajamas. you were crying while still in his lap. but what made you hurt more was him, raising the volume of the television just so he couldn’t hear you aching because of him. 

you fell asleep with an achy heart that night. the day after, sicheng distanced himself from you, feeling ashamed of what he did. you guys did break up again that time but you didn’t have the guts to tell your manager because, like what you expected, the both of you reconciled again. 

and then broke up, once more.

when eternal sunshine’s director invited you to the set again, you were hesitant to come but your manager encouraged you to do so, saying something along the lines of ‘face your fears’ or something. 

“hello, y/n! long time no see!” the director beamed at your presence, “i told sicheng to bring you here anytime but he never did! your presence is missed deeply,” 

“oh… we kinda broke up,” you sheepishly said, the atmosphere now awkward. before the director could apologize, you quickly added “it’s not like there’s something to ‘break’ ‘cause there was never an us in the first place… but y’know,”

she gave you a sad smile, “it didn’t work out, huh?”

“he didn’t work it out with me,” 

it was true. you tried your best to understand sicheng but every break up you guys had also made him even distant. sure, he was better than the first one–he would kiss your cheek, make you dinner and breakfast but everything felt empty. as if he was doing all those stuff to keep you to stay. 

“anyways,” the director cleared her throat, “i called you here because i wanted to talk about the album you’re doing for season 1 and 2. i assume your manager has told you to have it finished by the exact time the last episode of season 1 airs?” 

you nodded. even during the second break up that your manager didn’t know, he made you aware of the album situation with eternal sunshine. the ost you made became a hit that everyone is demanding another song from you for the series however, both parties agreed that an album would be beneficial for you and the drama. 

you couldn’t say no to your manager, especially when he looked so ecstatic telling you about the opportunity. music was your escape, but during those times it was tying you even closer to the man you couldn’t let go of. 

making an album for the drama also includes you visiting the set just so you could get the vibes, to make it as close to the characters as possible. 

“y/n-ssi! dejun made cookies and he said this is for you,” qian kun warmly acknowledged your presence before giving you the cookies dejun had made, “he said it’s for you. he hopes that he can cheer you up with these,” 

“oh, thank you, kun! i hope to see him next time to give thanks personally,” you gladly accepted the cookies and yangyang joined in your conversation. 

“that won’t happen, noona! dejun always disappears after his scenes so he’s not really close to anyone except the cast,” yangyang butted in, picking a cookie from your stash. “yum!” 

“yangyang!” kun tried to scold the younger man but he already dashed off to where the director was, discussing the next scene. 

“have you tried to make a move on the director yet, kun?” you teased, knowing that he had been trying to make a move, it’s just that the director keeps on dodging his advances.

“trust me, y/n. i’ve been trying,” he sounded so helpless you almost saw you in him, when you were still a mess. “he’s coming,” 

kun warned you but it couldn’t prepare you to see sicheng again, after a month. you vividly remember that time when you guys reconciled but called it off again after a week. this is the first time you’re seeing him again as you were determined to not meet him when visiting the filming site. 

“long time no see, y/n-ssi,”

and it hurt you more than the break ups you had with him.

the album, also titled eternal sunshine, became your most personal work. each track was a piece of your heart laid bare as well as the cast’s personal stories they had disclosed to you, but one song in particular, don’t wanna break up again, resonated louder than the rest. it was raw. it was everything you wanted to say put into a song. every lyric was a plea you can’t say aloud. 

when the album was released alongside the last episodes of the series, it was an instant hit. interviews came pouring in, but the questions were never just about the music. everyone wanted to know who the music was for.

“so, y/n! it’s been so long!” the host greeted you, “the song, don’t wanna break up again, is incredibly emotional! everyone was hooked! can you possibly tell us what inspired you to write such a heart wrenching song?” 

you hesitated for a moment, your chest tightening. a particular name was aching to be let out by your mouth but you swallowed it down. you smiled forcefully, like what the management had trained you before when you were still a trainee. “it’s about loving someone who pushes you into your limit, thinking you’re too much for them,” you said every word carefully, “that even though they’re making you feel all the bad stuff, you still hold onto them–like a cycle of losing and wanting,” 

“sounds personal,” the interviewer teased, wanting to pry just a little more. “is it based on your own experience?”

your throat felt dry, but you gracefully replied, “i think it’s fitting for eternal sunshine, actually! but i think everyone’s been through something like that,” 

but not everyone had a sicheng. not everyone had nights where love was promised and mornings where it shattered into pieces. 

the thing you have been dreading to happen, happened. your fans caught up to everything. the media caught up. 

the speculation began online after the wrapping up press conference of the cast where they were singing your album’s tracks. the part where they were singing don’t wanna break up again trended like wildfire that everyone talked about for weeks… because they were singing it straight into sicheng’s face.

clues were pieced together. from your social media posts, sicheng’s cryptic interviews, to his unusual behavior while everyone was singing your song. 

to your fans, it made total sense. this was your most personal album and everything you and sicheng had been saying on your separate interviews during the ‘plotted’ timeline, as what they have been saying on x, connected with each other. 

“GUYS! do you remember when sicheng was wearing a hoodie oddly similar to y/n’s and then us finding out it was custom-made?” one fan tweeted, garnering thousands of likes.  “‘we both know this time, so we say goodbye’ y/n REALLY got in the studio, wrote THIS, and thought we wouldn’t figure it out. sis, you played yourself,” another one butted in.  “‘this situationship has to end but i just can't refuse’ i KNOW this line has sicheng pacing around his living room rn. he’s probably listening to it on repeat like the rest of us but for HIM it’s personal.”

“this is bad, y/n! everyone’s linking you to sicheng,” stress is an understatement if you were to describe your manager right now, answering calls and texts here and there.

“if this was months ago, i would’ve loved all of these, won’t i?” you teased, remembering the time you imagined your manager’s hair withering from the stress a dating scandal with sicheng would bring him, not thinking it would become real. 

soon, you and sicheng became a hot topic together, with the netizens creating video edits pairing scenes from eternal sunshine with snippets of your performances. every lyric from that song of yours was scrutinized, with don’t wanna break up again becoming the anthem of the speculation. 

it was only a matter of time a fearless journalist popped the question, “your fans are convinced that the song is about a certain actor. do you have any comments on that?”

that wasn’t part of the question list they have submitted on your management prior to this interview so you were taken a back. you looked at the side to see your manager’s eyebrows knitted together, completely disappointed to the journalist. “i think art speaks for itself, it’s up for the listener to interpret it,” you replied, giving the journalist a kind smile. 

“but doesn’t it make you uncomfortable, knowing that everyone is connecting your song to someone specific?” it seems like a kind smile won’t falter this journalist’s pressing questions. 

“heartbreak is universal. the details don’t matter as much as the emotions,” 

behind close doors, however, the attention was harder to ignore. your team advised you to avoid addressing the rumours and apologized for the inconvenience the journalist had caused earlier. 

“it’s fine, it’s not like everyone expected for that to happen,” brushing off their concern.

despite the media buzzing over the possible ‘biggest’ dating rumour ever in the industry, sicheng and his management remained silent. it stung you deeply, for him, someone you loved dearly, to not go against his management rules and defend you. but what’s there for him to defend about? 

his management, so quick to fabricate a public romance with karina to boost his movie, now met the storm with a calculated indifference. no denial, no defense–just the old school silence, hoping it will die down after a day or so. as if you were just a fleeting rumour unworthy of their acknowledgement. 

sadly, the buzz grew when photos surfaced of the two of you entering sicheng’s apartment. you think it was that night when you were overwhelmed with everything that you just stormed out of your recording booth to ask him. thankfully, the photo didn’t show you and sicheng’s face but with the silhouette? it was clear that it was the both of you.

one evening, after another press junket, you found yourself face-to-face with sichang again. he’d been avoiding you per his management’s request but here he is, leaning against the wall of your dressing room. 

it was like the first meeting again. when he asked you out.

“the album,” he started. his voice was softer than you expected, making you remember the nights where he’d sing to you, “it’s beautiful,”

you forced a smile, “thank you,” your tone was neutral, “i guess heartbreak makes good music,”

his jaw tightened, “you think i don’t know?”

this time, you tried your best not to let out a sarcastic laugh, “do you?” you were challenging him, stepping closer to feel his aura deteriorating, “because you made sure it never stops,” 

for a moment, sicheng didn’t say anything and you thought he’d run away from you again. then, quietly, “i never wanted to hurt you, y/n,”

“but you did, sicheng!” your voice was full of ache, “and you kept on doing it. every time, sicheng… i think i’ve moved on and then you pull me back in. i thought you were getting better but you didn’t. i thought i was too much for asking what we had, you know? you made me feel bad for demanding things that shouldn’t been demanded in the first place,” 

he tried to touch your cheek, noticing a tear falling down your eye but you stepped back, “i’m sorry, y/n,” 

you shook your head, “just stop, sicheng. please?”

the final break up, or the closure (like what your manager likes to call it), wasn’t loud or dramatic. it was quiet, mature, and comforting. it was like a song fading out. the first weeks, he kept on calling, begging you to stay by his side but you know that if you did, you’ll be back in the cycle that favors him the most, the type where you lose yourself in the process. 

so, you stopped answering his calls and eventually, he stopped making them. 

the world never really moved on from you and sicheng but the speculations died down. in the end, your album and the series’ excellence were praised by everyone without bringing up the scandalous romantic escapade you had with sicheng. 

late at night, when you stared out at the city lights, the memories still lingered, soft yet cutting. despite knowing how disastrous it was to love him, you had returned again and again, hoping for something more… something that he wasn’t ready to give you despite him telling you to try it with him. 

and in the end, you let him slip through your fingers, even as your heart begged you to hold on just one more time. because beneath the longing for his touch and warmth, you know it had to end at some point. 

COMING UP NEXT.  “yangyang worked his ass off in this industry, the nepo baby got it because of her parents! sure, she acts well… but y’know, their vision in life might be different… maybe that’s why they didn’t become a real couple,”

[angels-fantasy]

Top Secret Fiction Ch. 7

Worry Wart

Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

Description: After meeting the one and only pro hero Dynamight on a dating app, you two begin to see each other. Because of the dangers that come with his hero work, you both promise to be completely honest with each other from the beginning; though you can't help but keep one big secret from him.

You write fan fiction, mostly about him.

Chapter Details: Reader just worries a lot here, nothing crazy :p

Word Count: 1k

previous chapter

It’s been two days since Bakugou’s talk with you, and during these past two days he’s made no progress in deciding what he wants to do. Figuring he couldn’t do this alone, he pushed his pride aside for once and called up Deku once again.

So here he was, strewn across his couch while Deku sat comfortably on the other one across from.

“God dammit!” Bakugou groaned, “For once, I don’t know what to fuckin’ do!”

Izuku looked at him sympathetically. “Well, you said you talked to them about it right?” He asked, to which Bakugou grunted in affirmation. “Do you still like them, even after finding out about their…hobby?”

He scoffed. “Of course I do. It’s just... they kept a secret from me! Even after I told them how I felt about secrets.”

Izuku thumbed at his bottom lip before replying. “Maybe think about it from their perspective Kaachan. I mean, would you tell the person you were writing about, that you were writing about them?”

Bakugou sighed, he hated when Deku was right.

“No… I guess I fuckin’ wouldn’t.”

Izuku smiled, “Exactly! So that's probably how they felt. I think you should have another talk with them and tell them how you feel, y'know?"

Bakugou grunted.

"I wonder how their writing is..." Izuku wondered out loud. "Y'think it's any good?"

Bakugou sighed, "It better be. I can't be with someone that writes like shit, especially when it's about me."

His childhood friend laughed. "Why don't you try and ask if you can read some?"

Bakugou's eyes squinted. He was already thinking of that, (because of course he had to be ahead of Deku, right?) but would you agree to it? Maybe he could give you an ultimatum, or was that manipulative?

He threw his head back. "I thought you'd know by now that you're not supposed to tell me what to do." He replied, knowing he would still listen to Deku's advice.

...

You hummed a song as you lied on your side in bed with Cheerios next to you. Currently, he was the only company you've been around (and your plants) since your talk with Bakugou.

This dilemma of yours wasn't something you could talk about with anyone else you knew, and since you were taking a break from writing, it felt a little more lonely than usual.

As you stroked your cats fur, your phone buzzed. You jumped and gasped lightly, peeking at the notification slowly, scared to see if it was from Bakugou.

It was.

You groaned and slammed your phone face down on your bed for some amount of minutes, trying to collect yourself before opening the message.

When you felt prepared enough to read it, you grabbed your phone and carefully opened the message that read:

Bakugou ^.^

I'll accept your little writing hobby.

You smiled and continued reading further.

On one condition.

You let me read some of your stuff.

Your smile fell and you cringed. He wanted to read your writing?? About him?? How embarrassing!

You whined and pressed your phone against your forehead. If he was being serious, which you're sure he was, were you willing to follow through with it?

Before replying, you thought about it first. Would you really show the guy you like your writing about HIM of all people? It wasn't anything crazy or extremely explicit, but that didn't make it any less embarrassing.

You knew that if you didn't agree to it, he'd end everything with you right there and that was something you definitely didn't want to happen.

You really liked him and from what you see, he seemed to like you too. So, if this is what you had to do then so be it.

You took a deep breath and texted him back.

Me

Okay, that's fine.

Bakugou ^.^

Meet up tmr?

You gulped nervously before responding with a yes and agreeing to meet at your place in the afternoon.

Thinking about him reading your work made you realize that this will probably be the most embarrassing thing you could ever do. What if he thought it was bad or he got even more weirded out!

You whined out loud and flopped back onto your bed. You opened your phone and logged onto your writing account to look through your works and make sure that they were decent enough for him.

As you did this there were nothing but negative thoughts going through your head. You loved writing but since you basically only wrote for Bakugou it was different now that you actually knew him.

Maybe you could write about other things, or maybe you'd stop writing for good. You weren't sure what to do yet but hopefully Bakugou would help you decide tomorrow.

That night you had fallen asleep with a heavy heart and too many worries on your mind.

...

The next morning when you woke up, you immediately thought about how you were going to see Bakugou today. To say you were nervous was an understatement. As you got ready and cleaned up your apartment you felt your heart racing and your hands shake.

As you continued your chores you could hear your plants talking to each other, asking what was wrong with you since you seemed to be off today. Usually you were so cheery when you tended to them but this morning that cheerfulness was gone.

You felt guilty for making them worry, so you tried your best to reassure them that everything was okay. Some of them seemed suspicious, but left it alone.

"Is this about that boy you've been seeing? The angry looking one?" Your Pothos plant asked.

You whipped your head around, "No! This doesn't have anything to do with him!"

Your plants giggled amongst themselves "You can tell us! We won't tell anyone." This time it was your Spider plant that spoke up.

"It's not like you could anyways..." You grumbled. "But Pathos was right, it is about him. He just...found out something really embarrassing and he wants to talk about it. He's gonna come over today, so you guys have to behave!"

Your plants all agreed that they would behave themselves. They were good plants, so you trusted their word.

When you finished your tasks for the day you tried to relax your nerves by watching one of your comfort movies and hanging out with Cheerios. That seemed to do the job but maybe a little too well because by the time you were feeling okay, there was a knock on the door.

authors note

hello! i'm not dead i promise! i was just really busy with school but i am back with a new chapter for you guys yayyy

i'm sorry if it was poopy 😞 i'm super tired rn lol and i kinda rushed it but i wanted to post something! i will not leave this fic unfinished no matter how long it takes me

anyways thats all, love ya!

[dudeshusband]

Title: Mammas, Don't Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboys

Ship: Mike x Dude

Words: 650

Description: A little girl asks Dude about becoming a deputy sheriff.

Mike and Dude walked hand and hand through town. It was a chilly December morning and Mike was as close to him as they could get.

As they came close to the end of the town with its chickens and adobe houses, a little girl in a floral dress, stockings, and boots ran up to Dude.

“Mr. Deputy, Mr. Deputy!” she called out.

Mike and Dude stopped.

“Hello, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Yeah?” asked Dude.

“How did you get to be deputy sheriff, Mr. Dude?”

Dude chuckled. “Plain ‘ol Dude’s fine. The sheriff likes me, and trusts me.”

“How’d that happen?”

“Oh, long time ago I came into town. I was an overconfident gunslinging young man. I thought I would make my living as a gunman for hire. I met Chance, we became friends. He was like an older brother to me. He was deputy at that time. I proved myself to be the best shot Chance ever worked with.”

“When you're sheriff Mr. Dude, can you pick me as a deputy?”

Now, who said this town would elect Dude as sheriff? Dude chuckled to himself.

Still, he wanted to humor her. Dude looked over the girl and her toothy grin. “I don't know. Do you think you'll have what it takes? Are you brave? Tough?”

The girl put up little fists. “I’m a big girl! I’m not afraid of nothing!”

Dude grinned. “Alright. You gotta be good with a gun too. You're not old enough to be swingin’ any guns around.”

“I’m nine! My brother’s getting a gun!”

“How old’s your brother?”

“Ten!”

Dude cringed. “You tell him be careful now. Don't aim it at nobody. Shoot a bird or two, but be careful.”

The girl mimed shooting a gun. “Do you think I could get a bad guy?”

Dude put his hands on his hips. “Killin’ a man ain’t as easy as it looks. A man’s life ain’t like blowing out a light. Don't kill nobody ‘less you have to.”

The girl nodded. “Yes, sir. If anybody tries to get my momma, I might take a gun.”

Dude crouched down. “Use your mouth first, talk. Then your fist, then your guns. If he’s got a gun, that's different.”

“How many bad guys have you killed?”

Dude paused. He looked off into the distance. “I don't know. That's not good…not knowing.”

“But you had to, didn't you?”

Dude’s heart stirred. He frowned. He patted the girl’s head. “Run along now.”

The girl stood for a while then ran off.

“Are you alright, Dude?”

“Yeah. Sometimes…I remember what being a deputy comes with.”

“You're not a bad person, Dude.”

“Sometimes, I wonder whether everyone I shot is better off dead.”

“You can't undo anything. You might as well not dwell on it. Besides, if there were any other way you would’ve done it.”

He shrugged. “You don't stop feeling bad about it unless there's something real wrong with you.”

“You're not a bad person, Dude,” Mike repeated. They took one of his hands and kissed it. “These hands can be so gentle, you know?”

Dude managed a small smile. “I just wonder what God in Heaven is gonna have to say to me when I get there.”

“You know, you were really good with that little girl. I think you’d make a good father.”

Dude smiled. “Yeah?”

“If I were anyone else…you…”

“I would have 7 or 8 loud mouths to feed,” Dude finished with some levity. “And I’d have to chase ‘em round town.”

“Town’s only a street and a half. Are you getting that old?” Mike teased.

Dude grabbed Mike and lifted them. They shrieked.

“Put me down!”

Dude spun them around a bit.

“Dude!”

Eventually, he eased them down and gave them a big kiss.

“Next time, I'll throw you,” Dude joked.

Mike flushed. “Damn you!”

Dude laughed and the pair continued their walk back to the ranch.

[reeniecon]

- YOU'RE A GIRL? ! ? -

Leona kingscholar, Ruggie bucchi, jack howl

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😡‼️ : fem reader, some grammar error, some of this r rlly cringe.. Just uhm yeah

My other fanfic || part 1 ( heartslabyul)

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Leona kingscholar

It was a wonderful bright day you ruggie Leona and the others are playing magical shift, What can go wrong?

.

.

BAM!!!

You felt something hard hit the side of your head, so dizzy you thought to yourself... And you feel and fell the world had turn into darkness.

.

"GAHHH!! Leona-shi?1? 1? WHY DID U? [name] !!! ... God " Ruggie says on disbelief and Leona eventually follow up " Wha- did he just daydream there? Oh god this guy.... " Oh don't get him wrong he rlly felt sorry for accidentally hitting you in the head, he even carry you to the inframary to get treated!! How responsible!!

You finally woke up, scanning the room that you're in and you realize that you're in the inframary... A sharp pain in your head tells you what happened instantly, you sigh to yourself swaying your head in a help to search your phone and Surpriseingly seeing.....

Leona?

.... Sleeping beside you??!? And what are those food water and huh... Did he treat me... What huh WHAT HAPPEN HERE????

" Ah.... Herbivore you finnaly get up, what take u so long? Here let me help you drink some water "

Ruggie bucchi

Ding!~~ dong! ~ ding! ~ dong! ~

'ahhh it's finnaly lunch break' you thought to yourself after getting fucked up at train sudden pop quiz today, I mean what did I know about history of this world that I just lived in approximately 4-5 month ago...... And than u remember that you're supposed to be meeting ruggy at this time!! He says that he knows about the trick to buy a cheap meal from NRC cafeteria so you just get along with it.... Crowly are kinda.... You know.

" [Name]!! " hyena boy says, try to get your attention, while running.... Fast

" Ruggi-" He pulls your your hand and told you to run too because they might not have a chance to get the cheap yummy lunch!! You stumble a bit but manage to stabilize yourself in a minute.

" UWAGH!! WE'RE SO LATE!!! CMON [NAME] FOLLOW MY LEAD OKAY??? " he yells while grabbing your hand trying to get into the front of the zombie like crowd.

" ..... I cannot breath, damn are the cafetaria usually this crowded??? "

" no... It's just for this secti-" He seems kinda starteled.....

" RUGGIE?? What happen did we miss it??? "

" NONONONONOO, ITS STILL THERE DW, yo-you go outside I'll grab the lunch for two of us..... "

" Huh? But there is a limit, right?? How can u buy two?? "

" I'LL MANAGE, don't worry... "

After that you thank him and proceeds to search for a clean air outside, ah... I felt so relieved why did ruggie suddenly changes like that.. You thought to yourself.

Jack howl

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You, grim, ace and deuce are in the way to get into the next class. Suddenly...

" YUU!! " POW!!

you felt someone hit you in the back of your neck, instantly you groan in pain it caused

" It's been a wh- " Jack say excitedly but was suddenly cut by grim

" DUDE?! Can u be more considerate?? Go more slower? How can you hit a wom-" He say instinctively without any thought you guys are supposedly making this a secret!! It might causes u some harm if the whole schools knows this fact right....

" .... ah [name] I'm sorry... " Grim say softly, while Jack just stunned in there.... Woman? [Name] is a woman??? Are you serious??? I just hit a wom-

" .... I'm so sorry I don't know, sorry [name]"

" Don't worry much about it jack, I'm not hurting at all they're just being overly dramatic about it... "

After that Jack started to 23447x stand up for you if someone try to tease / bully you in every way... Well he kinda got that protective older brother vibe right? Wdyt?

A/N : I didn't expect the first part going to be having tht much of positive clickyclicky tbh sooo here's a part 2 mybe I'll remake all of the dorms idk, sorry irl problem are just too hard to handle while managing this blog...

THE LINK TO THE ORIGINAL (this is mine too btw.. I just don't have the access to the blog anymore tho-)

[suprababka]

heyy!❤️ i really love your writing!! i am kinda drunk rn so i was wondering how they would react if you know, drunk text them and that stuff, telling them “ohh i love you sosososo much u r the best bf” and just being stubborn. if it triggers you dont worry but i think it would be funny🫶🏻

Helloooo!👋 Thank you for your kind words and the request!🥰 To be honest, I don't drink alcohol, so it was a bit hard for me to depict a drunk Reader. I did analyze the behavior of my drunk friends and how the drunk Reader is portrayed in other smaus. I saw that people are usually sensitive or make typos in their messages, that's why I decided to combine these two "things". I hope that the smau turned out funny and not cringe :))) Oh, and I hope you had a nice hangover..?😅 (almost 3 months later after this ask was sent... but still😋) If something is not right, please let me know, and I'll fix it. Have fun!💕

Drunk texting them

A/N: Happy birthday to YOU!🥳 Yes, you🫵 ..If you have birthday today, that is... or just come back when it's your birthday😉

Thanks for all the likes, comments, reblogs and following me! I really appreciate your feedback and support, guys!🥰🫶

You can check my masterlist too see more of my other works.

Prepare for possible OOC!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

Saitama & Genos & Speed-o'-Sound Sonic

Garou & Metal Bat & Amai Mask

Flashy Flash & Zombieman & King

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

((I'm just gonna wing it too lol And I like Pentious as Raj ))

Adam: Oh hehe, okay um. Are you sure I'm not intruding?

Lucifer: Not at all!

He cringed inside, he hasn't been hung up on someone since his freshman year at college and even then he wasn't this bad.

Adam: Well, maybe I'll go change first it's been a long day. I was just planning on staying in.

Lucifer: Okay.

Adam smiled and went home, Angel slapped Lucifer on the back.

Angel: You're trying to tap that.

Luicfer's face got red: Angel!

Angel: What? I commend you for trying my short little friend. But Adam is just a fine work of art, you'll only ever see him behind the glass.

Lucifer groaned as they made their way back inside.

Lucifer: You'd look funny if we actually ended up together.

Angel: Mmmm, tell you what. If you and beautiful gorgeous across the hall get together I'll sing at your wedding.

Lucifer smiled, he thought how beautiful Adam would look on their wedding day. In a non creepy way of course.

Adam didn't end up coming over, he apologized for falling asleep.

The next day when Lucifer and Alastor came in the delivery man brought Adams furniture but left it in the lobby. Where the elevator was broken.

Guy: Here you go.

Lucifer: You're not going to deliver it upstairs.

Guy: You know how many fucking stairs that is? Pass.

And then the guy just fucking left. Rude.

Lucifer went over to the box and Alastor looked at him funny.

Alastor: What are you doing?

Lucifer: Bringing Adams furniture up. Give me a hand.

Alastor sighed, luckily it wasn't anything terribly heavy but they were still two scientists that don't lift upper body weights.

Lucifer used the key to open the door and they placed the box inside. Alastor nearly had an aneurysm seeing the state of Adams apartment.

Alastor: Dear lord. Bit of a slob isn't he?

Lucifer: So Adam is a little messy-

Alastor: A little messy? This place is chaos! Dirty dishes and laundry everywhere and no telling what's clean and what's soiled.

He made a move to pick up some plates.

Lucifer: Al leave them! This is Adams house, he'll clean them when he's ready.

Alastor felt his face twitch but he set them back down, he would be hand sanitizer when he got home for touching them. They left.

That night when Luicfer got up to use the bathroom he noticed the apartment was ajar. Going over he looked in the hall and saw Adams was slightly open too.

Lucifer: You little sneak.

He went over as quietly as he could and sure enough Alastor was cleaning while Adam was asleep.

Lucifer whispering: What the hell are you doing!? Adam is sleeping.

Alastor, whispering back: I had to Lucifer. I couldn't sleep knowing this was across the hall.

Lucifer looked over to Adam who groaned in his sleep, even with pillow mused hair he looked beautiful.

Alastor: Careful, a certain tone could wake him.

Lucifer: .... Hurry up and let's get the fuck out.

In the morning when Lucifer was pouring his coffee he jumped when he heard Adam scream.

Adam: THOSE BASTARDS!!

Uh oh

Adam stormed in, still in his pajamas sleep in his eyes and hair mused but he looked pissed.

Adam: You broke into my place and cleaned it!? While I was sleeping do you have any idea how creepy that is?

Lucifer: I-I'm sorry-

Alastor: Your place was a mess.

Adam narrowed his eyes and held out his hand: Key, now!

Lucifer deflated, just when he had gained some trust it was taken away. He gave Adam back his key and he stormed out slamming the door.

What about the Big Bang Theory?

An au like that where Adam is Penny and Lucifer is Leonard

The ANGST!

All of the fucking breakups would be so funny amd each of them have a handful of fail proposals under their belt.

Adam: Oh my god- what happened?!

Alastor and Lucifer walk into their apartment with no pants on.

Lucifer: Well... your ex-boyfriend sends his regards, and I think the rest is fairly self explanatory.

Alastor and Lucifer look between each other.

Adam: I'm so sorry! I really thought if you guys went instead of me, he wouldn't be such an ass.

Lucifer: N-No, it was a valid hypothesis.

Alastor: That was a valid hypothesis-? What's happening to you?

Adam goes over and pulls Lucifer into a hug, then Alastor. Lucifer tries to hold onto the hug as Adam goes to Alastor.

Adam: Really, thank you guys so much for going and trying, you're, uh, you're so terrific!

Adam opens the door and looks back at the two men.

Adam: Why don't you two put some clothes on and I'll grab my wallet, dinners on me, okay?

Lucifer: Really?

Alastor: Thank you.

Adam smiles and walks across the way to his apartment.

Lucifer and Alastor stand in the doorway and watch him go inside.

Alastor: You're not done with him, are you?

Lucifer: Our babies will be smart, and beautiful.

Alastor: Not to mention imaginary.

[sebille]

Oh the little change in his expression

[butchvamp]

i had time to play a decent amount today and actually further the main quest & companion quests and. i dont have anything eloquent to say this time and im not feeling generous anymore... taash's writing sucks dogshit

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Happy International Friendship Day to all the queercoded codependent friendships that end in misery (ESPECIALLY if someone tries to take it to a more romantic level)!!!

[ilovedthestars]

here's the thing. yes, some pieces of art are "better" than others. there are many criteria you can measure that with--technical skill, creativity, clarity, conceptual depth, successful execution of the artist's intentions, etc., and i do think it's useful to clarify which ones you're using as a measuring stick. but like, of course you can evaluate art. of course you can be critical (in the "art critic" sense) of art. (among other things, that's one of the most important ways to get better at making art yourself.)

however. when it comes down to evaluating what gets to count as art. what art even gets to have a seat at the table. i will go to bat for the thing that isn't as "good" every single time.

you can say you think a piece of art is bad. you can say you think it lacked technical skill, or clarity, or conceptual depth, and you consider those important elements of a successful work. i might even agree with you. but if you think that means it doesn't matter, someone is going to die on this hill and it isn't going to be me

[quinloki]

Canon Characters vs OC vs x Reader

Disclaimer: This is just my two cents, and my perspective on things, and I'm not trying to lay down the law for everyone. I needed to just put this to words though, in order to sleep.

I was thinking about this because of a post I saw, and some, we'll say, kind of useless comments associated with the post. Mean-spirited stuff.

Normally, in one ear and out the other, but the vibes just kicked me off down a rabbit hole of sorts an I wanted to try to put some of my thoughts to words.

First, some style vibes:

Canon x Canon Canon/Canon stories are, to me, like reading an episode of that show. I'm sitting down in front of a TV or whatever, and I'm experiencing the story As A Viewer. I like this style because I don't really have to expend much energy and I just kind of roll with whatever's happening. Generally some sort of 3rd person perspective.

OC x canon OC/Canon stories are like being on a carnival ride. I'm sitting in a car on a roller-coaster, and maybe the OC is sitting next me. I'm experiencing the story more deeply than strictly canon stories, but my connection with the OC is no deeper than say, my connection with Katniss Everdeen when I read The Hunger Games. Sometimes 3rd person, sometimes first person.

Reader x canon Reader/Canon (or Reader x/ OC) is like putting on a VR helmet. I don't get much physical input about the "Reader OC" because I'm experiencing the story through their eyes. I don't expect the reader to be me, but there's a bigger feeling of immersion to be had. Some description might happen cause it's relevant to the story, and it's still a type of ride, I can't jump the rails on the roller coaster, after all. (Even with a VN you still follow the tracks). Sometimes first person, sometimes second person (I'm partial to 2nd person perspective, but that's just me).

I love Fan Fiction, I love it. All of it, and man even more than anything, what I love is that I'm going to dislike 80% of it. Because that 80% was written for someone who is not me. (Hell, that number's probably closer to 99% if we're looking at ALL fandoms, but I digress).

Second - The VENT:

What got me the most in the post that prompted this, was someone saying "Bring back the Mary Sue OCs!" and then they went on to describe something more detailed, and I just -

Look, respectfully, fuck you.

The point is, you're not going to be happy no matter what. Whether it's "mary sue" OCs, or x readers, or alternative universes, or a ship you don't like, you're going to find something to be unhappy about.

Cause people have been bitching about all styles of fan fiction since the first "You've Got Mail" chimed in 1991. And until 1998 and ff.net you really had to hunt for it, and until 2007 and Ao3 the idea of tagging a fic for any reason wasn't really a thing. Every click was a surprise! \o/

I just have seen the same song and dance a dozen times. It's exhausting. People become okay with OCs and decide x readers are the enemy, and before that OCs were *all* Mary Sues and cringe and people who made OCs were the enemy, and before OCs people who wrote even a little OOC were the enemy, and people who wrote AUs were the enemy, and you can write fan fic but it HAS to be Canon Compliant, and everyone MUST be in-character at all times - "They would not fucking say that" was the enemy.

Look, just please - please - in any capacity, stop it with the "All X style of story telling is crap" mindset. There's over a dozen different ways to do x readers alone. I know 20 x reader writers and I don't think any of us have the same style, preferences, or vibes.

I've had a lot of comments along the lines of "I thought I hated x readers, but I really loved this." on a few different fics I've written. Sometimes it's not the style of the fic, sometimes it's the style of the writer, and my Brother In Christ - you're going to have to read some awful shit to shuffle through the thousands of writers out there to find the vibes that resonate with you.

Ostracizing entire swathes of fan fic because you need something to be "The Enemy" so you can lift up something else, and then bitching you can't find anything new to read seems like a personal problem.

And I know y'all are scrolling by TONS of posts that don't interest you, every day, as a matter of course. So don't give me that "clogging up the tag" BS, because we deserve to be here same as anyone else in the fandom.

[syndesinae]

don't look at images of someone you haven't seen images of in awhile to confirm whether you're still attracted to them. you will not like the results.

[wabatle]

does anyone else lowkey get really uncomfortable when they have to take a picture of themself or have to be in a picture...? ...no? just me? okay

[hydrasaura]

when i said that mha ripped off naruto (which i said only to piss off mha stans anyway) I didn't mean to sound like i was praising naruto. it was actually more like a sigh of disappointment, a reaction to seeing that all the problems that naruto had as a show transpired trough mha too and i was tired because watching naruto was enough for me but then i realized that my problem actually is that i can no longer stand watching shonen anime and i chose not to tire myself by cringing at the repetitive tropes and cliches anymore