#always brings a smile to my face when my fic is memed

[fallinforaguyfelldownfromthesky]

[httpdwaekki]

fixation | l.f.

summary: you and felix get high before tensions start to rise and who are you to deny your favorite sunshine.

wc: 2.2k

warnings: MDNI 18+ ONLY (minors and ageless blogs WILL be blocked), both felix n the reader are high, smut, nipple play, clit licking/sucking, switch (both), fingering, ddlg (if you really squint), felix calls the reader mama (it felt right in the moment idk how i'm feeling about it), probably more read at your own risk.

a/n: inspired by @felixknow ‘s hannie’s🍒 fixation fic. idk how i’m feeling about this one chat, but i’m kinda obsessed with it at the same time. i hope you all enjoy, remember to eat, drink water and take your meds, ily <3.

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felix was known for his love of physical touch.

you literally could not find him not touching someone in some sort of way. so much so that you give him the unoriginal title of ‘cuddle bug.’ now this was also true tenfold when he was high.

anytime you got high with him, he’d always somehow find himself on top of you, and 9 times out of 10, with his head on your boobs.

you both were sat  on your bed, a couple of hits deep, when he feels the need to touch you. you were propped up on some pillows on your side, face smushed into a random plushie as you were invested in whatever youtube video was on your phone.

he makes his way over to you from the other side of the bed. he inserts himself in the little space between you and your phone cause you to lean back.

he pushes you fully in your back, before flooping down onto you, his head on your tits. you thought nothing of it, you going back to your video, felix mindless scrolling on twitter. 

a few minutes go by before felix lets out a laugh. he turns his phone to you, showing you something he found scrolling. “this is me.” what was it? literally just a picture of tits, a meme of spongebob smiling big and the caption ‘me when boob’.

“no shot you’re looking at other boobs while laying on mine” you tease. he sits up to defend himself but you won’t here it “foul! foul i’ll tell you! are mine not good enough for you?” 

you were enjoying this too much, felix’s freckled face was red the more flustered he got. “no no! i love your boobs! they’re the best!” you kept egging him, finding it cute as he tried to defend himself.

“suuure they are, i’m sure you tell all the girls that.” unbeknownst to you, you struck a cord. you had forgotten how sensitive the precious sunshine became when he was inebriated.

“no, that’s not true.” he mumbled, causing you to sit up. “hey hey, lix, i’m joking bug, i’m sorry.” you rub his thigh, hoping to soothe him.

he looks over at you with a pout. “don’t do that.” he playfully hits you, pulling a giggle from you. “i’m sorry, i’m sorry.” you squeal, as he toss both your phones away before he throws more playful hits your way.

you throw yourself back, attempting to protect yourself from his attacks. eventually he halts his attacks, finding himself straddling your hips, leaning over you, both of you breathing slightly heavier. you both feel something shift, the tension becoming thicker . 

“you know, i think i deserve something special for you being mean.” your mind hazy not just from the weed but now felix’s presence over you.

“what do you have in mind?” you ask softly. not breaking eye contact, he brings one hand up to cover your clothed tit, giving it a light squeeze. “i think you should let me show you how much love them.” his deep voice sending shockwaves through your system. 

you give him a soft nod, keeping your eyes on his. you had taken your bra off almost as soon as both of you had entered your apartment, you hated the way the underwire felt, especially when he laid on them. 

so you could feel every agonizing movement he made, brushing your senstive bud each time. you watch as he brings himself down, making himself eye level with the now hardened bud.

he brushes his thumb over it, revealing it through the fabric. he takes the bud in his mouth over your shirt, keeping eye contact with you, catching every glimpse of your face he can get.

he alternates between sucking it and flicking his tongue around it. he brings his hand to your other tit, making that peak hard on contact.

the combined stimulation, caused you to let out a soft moan. he pulls away from you, causing a whine to leave you.

“does that feel good mama?” you nod your head, brain too fuzzy to form words. you were sure it was the weed but something about your mind already hazy made this feel that much better.

he places a kiss to the wet peak before reaching down, and pulling at the hem of your shirt, “lean up for me.” he taps the side of your boobs with his free hand. you knew deep down he only did that to see you tit jiggle a bit.

he pulls the shirt off as you lean forward, tossing it somewhere in the room. he kisses the nipple he has had been sucking for the past minute or so before moving to the other one.

he places a kiss to it once again before taking it in his mouth fully. you let out a breathy moan, finally feel his mouth on you. he lets out a moan, sucking the hardened bud happily. you felt like you were on cloud 9, you wrapped your arms around him, one around his shoulder the other in his hair.

he grazed your nipple with his teeth causing you to let out a squeak. “lix please.” you begged, your thighs pressing together. “what’s wrong, hm? you feeling needy.” you pout at his words nodding your head again.

“don’t worry mama, i got you.” he smiles, before taking your nipple between his teeth once more.

you let out a whimper, his voice and actions taking over your senses completely. your hands fisting his soft locks as he continues his work. “lix please.” 

he ignores your pleas, simply too invested in softly sucking your chest. he becomes dazed, cheek pressing against your soft flesh as he relaxes into you. “god, you’re fucking perfect.” he says releasing your nipple for a moment.

he gives it a soft blow before giving it one last lick and kiss before moving to the other side once more.

he melts into you once again, his cheek pressed to you as he lazily sucks. he had his hand playing with your other boob, pulling yet another whine from you.

“baby boy,” you moan, head falling back at the stimulation. “as pretty as you look with my nipple in your mouth i need something more.” he pulls back, pout evident on his freckled face.

“but they feel so nice to play with.” his hands still pawing at them, rolling your nipples between his fingers. you grab his hands, intertwining your fingers. “i know baby but i think i’m gonna go insane if you don’t do something else in the next 10 seconds.” 

his cheeks flush before you pull him down to you. you capture his lips in a feverish kiss, taking one of your hands to card through his soft strands. he moans into your mouth as you gently tug at them, scratching his scalp softly.

his free hand makes its way to the side of your breast, playing with it once more. “have i just unlocked an obsession for my boobs in you.” you ask, pulling away from him, breathing heavy.

he gives you a confused look, “what do you mean just unlocked? i have my face in your tits half the time for a reason.” he says like it’s obvious.

you let out a giggle as he leans down, placing kisses on your jaw before making his way down. he stops at your boobs once again. “felix i swear to god i won’t let you play on them again.” you threaten, cause him to shoot up.

“that seems a bit drastic no?” you roll your eyes, “i don’t care, please.” you whine, feeling yourself going insane at the lack of stimulation. “okay, okay, i’m sorry.” he places one last kiss to each nipple before making his way down.

he trails a bunch of kisses across your soft tummy, one to each hip bone before pulling down your shorts. “fuck angel,” he breathes as he spreads your legs, staring at the wet patch on your light blue panties.

he places a kiss to it before rubbing small circles with his thumb. “ah.” you moan, at the slight stimulation. “lixie, please.” your mind is so far gone and he’s barely touched you. between him and the weed, it was fucking intoxicating.

“i know baby, i know,” he reassures, his voice dropping an octave or two. he’s rubbing smalls circles to your clothed clit, mesmerized by the growing wet patch darken the fabric.

“all this because of me?” he asks, looking back to you. you nod, pout present on your lips, “all you lixie.” you mumbled. he places once last kiss to the wet patch before removing those as well.

“look at this pretty pussy hm?” he spreads your lips apart, eyes sparkling as he takes in the sight of your glistening cunt.

he licks a long stripe from your wet entrance up to your bundle of nerves. he latches onto it, giving it a harsh suck. “ah! fuck.” you moan, back arching as you reach for the closest thing for you to hold, which happened to be a stuffie.

you stuff your face in its tummy and felix expertly plays with your swollen clit. you turn your head to the side moaning into the soft toy and he slips a finger in.

he pulls away, but his finger keeps thrusting into you. “no, no, my sweet girl, let me hear you baby.” his free hand rubbing your inner thigh, as he places kisses all around your clit.

“ lixie,” you cry, turning to look at him while tucking the plushie into your chest. “i know mama, am i making you feel good?” he asks between kisses.

“yes, yes, it feels so good, more please.” you beg, you needed more, you needed your senses completely overwhelmed by him.

he adds a second finger before completely taking your clit in his mouth once more. “ah,” you cry, back arching at the added stimulation. “lixie please, don’t stop.” 

the weed in your system was making everything feel euphoric. he takes the hand that was rubbing soothing circles to your thigh to spread you out, giving him easier access to your pretty clit.

you moan, your hand coming up to squeeze your tit, finger brushing your peaked bud.

“look at you,” he pauses for a moment to flick your clit once more. “so gorgeous for me,” he gives the bundle a suck before grazing his teeth against the nerves, pulling a high pitched moan from you.

“sounding so pretty for me hm?” he speeds up his fingers, curling them into that gummy spot, sending you into a state of pure bliss. “ah!” you scream, breathing heavy, head thrown back.

“fe-felix, p-please, i’m gonna c-cum.” you manage to stutter, your senses fully overtaken by him. “yeah? my pretty girl gonna cum?” he slips a third finger in, causing your eyes to roll back into you head.

“yes, yes, please, li-lixie, i can’t-“ you cut yourself off with a moan, it was feeling almost too good but you needed your release more than air in that moment.

he ignores your comment. “my baby playing with her pretty tits for me,” he blows on your clit, causing you to squeeze and brush your sensitive nipple. “play with your nipple for me baby.” you follow what he says, letting out a pornographic moan.

“felix p-please.” you cry, tears collecting in your eyes as the coil in your tummy becomes tighter and tighter. “come on angel, show me how good i’m making you feel.”

his fingers become impossibly faster, his mouth attached to your clit, sucking it into his mouth while his tongue flicks it.

you scream at the stimulation, your hips rocking against his face, chasing your release. plushie in a death grip to your chest and you roll your nipple between your fingers.

“felix!” you moan as the coil snaps, feeling everything and nothing at the same time. he works you through your high, slowing his fingers but not stopping them.

your clit still in his mouth as he overstimulates you. your body convulses as the shockwaves run through you. “l-lix please, it’s too m-much.” you whimper, body shaking hiding your face once again. 

his stills his fingers, pulling his mouth off you to give your clit a few loving kisses. “so pretty for me angel.” he whispers between kisses. 

“l-lixie.” you call out to him, needing to feel him pressed against you. he looks up at you, making grabby hands to him making him smile.

he carefully pulls his digits out, pulling a whimper from you in the process. he gives your clit a few more kisses, causing your legs to shake involuntarily.

he makes his way up, kissing your tummy and of course, each nipple and even giving one a cheeky suck. 

once he makes his way up you, laying on top of you, plushie squished between you, wrapping your legs and arms around him, pulling him close. he giggles at your cuteness before giving you a loving kiss.

“i love you mama.” he mumbles into the kiss. you smile against him, “i love you more lix.” you pull him tighter to you, both of you falling in a quick, peaceful slumber.

(and yes he does wake you up later, mouth attached to your nipple once again.)

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[mybelovedwoo]

yunho as boyfriend, please 🩷🩷

The long-awaited yunho boyfriend headcanon is here!!!

jeong yunho as your boyfriend - headcanon

headcanon, romance, fluff, smut

reader x bf!atz

wc. ~ 0.7k

an: i know this took soo long to write, but I actually had a really busy time since I last posted one of these TT but as summer is here now I'll hopefully have more time to write

you can request headcanons if you want to!! if you want to be tagged in any of my fics you can apply here <3

masterlist

- the funny golden retriever boyfriend, who never fails to make your mood better and to make you smile (it's his personal goal in his life, to make you the happiest, and he really does)

-just as to everyone, he is your sunshine, your happy pill, the reason you smile every single day

-he is also the  "college boyfriend" kind of vibe, who is the love of your life and will be your husband in the future

-he always texts you no matter what, if his phone is in his hands, then he's most definitely chatting with you. also if he can't say anything else, he'll send you memes (it's one of his love languages)

-loves treating you with gifts, would most definitely bring you flowers on date nights, but don't forget about the bag of snacks and chocolates he always brings you on the first day of your period (he even tracks it on his phone, so he can be prepared)

-he's a gamer boy, so it's no surprise he loves it when you make interest and ask about his game, not even talking about when you ask him if you can play with him

-lots of inside jokes

-he is a big act of service guy. absolutely loves cooking for you or making you coffee before you wake up in the morning

-he never lets you pay for anything, even if you beg him. he thinks it's a gesture he is supposed to do as your boyfriend (at least that's what his father taught him)

 -gets embarrassed very easily when you compliment him, he gets all shy and giggly, sometimes you do it on purpose, just to see his flustered face because it's the cutest

-he communicates problems so well, that you barely ever fight

-carpool karaoke dates, blasting your favorite music and don't care what other people think of you

-this man has endless energy, so he's never tired of doing anything for you or being with you. when you call him, he's right there just for you

-holding hands 24/7, even if it's too hot outside and your hands get all sweaty, he just doesn't care

-he loooves it when you pamper him, with kisses, or caress his back

-he asks for your opinion on everything, if you don't like something then he doesn't like it either. your opinion is the most valuable thing for him

-goofy nicknames that don't even make sense but you can't help but love it

-somehow always knows what you're thinking about. when you feel uncomfortable in a situation, he's right there for the rescue, tho you didn't give him any specific sign, he just knows you too well. or when you come home from work, you haven't spoken yet, but he knows by just looking at you that you had a bad day and ready to cuddle you all night long

-idk he gives off shy kisses vibes with lots of giggles, but when it's really intimate he just holds your face in his big ass hands

nsfw +18!!!

-okaay hear me out, he is probably a switch, but mostly a bottom. he just loves it when you take control, it's his favorite thing

-he would prefer the good old cowgirl position, but anything, where you're on top is his "favorite", at least that's what he says

-but there are times when his dominant side comes out and ohh boy, you are so blessed to experience it

-when he's in that mood, he just rails you with no mercy. he has to let out all the tension and there's no better place than in the bedroom

-he does magic with his long fingers, takes you to heaven then brings you right back to earth

-he likes doing it in a chair with you on top, of course, he likes the closeness and loves holding you during it

- sex with him is anything but boring, yeah it's really sweet with a lot of emotions, but it's also really passionate and sensual. he would recommend new positions and toys all the time, he likes experiencing

-for places, I think he's a traditional in-bed kind of guy, he likes to stay comfortable 

-holds your hand and whispers sweet nothings into your ears, he talks you through it (with a really low and raspy voice)

-you have sex max three times a week, especially after a date night it's an essential

-his libido is quite high since he's a dancer, he can go multiple rounds in one night

-he likes to cuddle after, holds you in his arms. after a couple of minutes, you both just fall asleep right there and then

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[tgmsunmontue]

I'd know you anywhere - 3/5

Set when Hangman first meets Rooster. Bradley and Bradford Bradshaw are twins. Most people know this. Some people need to be brought up to speed. Quickly.

Explicit out the gate. Also an everyone is alive AU because I need the softness when I’ve got two other fics on the go with DADT and canon deaths.

ONE TWO

PART THREE

                Jake gets used to it, the purely professional interactions he has with Bradshaw. Theres none of the playful banter he remembers from their first meeting, or the flirty looks. Bradshaw’s eyes just pass over him like nothing ever happened and he hates it. Hates that Bradshaw is also a damned find aviator, matching Jake up in the air and whooping with joy. He compliments Jake on his flying and Jake just smiles tightly and nods, can’t bring himself to say anything, worried he might start spitting poison. They have to work together. He can be professional even if it’s killing a little part of him inside.

                Everyone calls him Roo, even though his helmet has Kangaroo on it. Someone calls him BradBrad and gets an eyeroll in response, a punch to the arm. Jake calls him Bradshaw and gets Seresin in response with a range of polite to friendly but nothing else. Ever. Jake lets the annoyance and bitterness fester a little, but Bradshaw is just so friendly, and well liked and he still finds himself liking him and wishing things were different.

…            …            …

                Bradford laughs and rolls his eyes at the anecdote Lee is telling him. They don’t usually talk much, just send memes back and forth and argue through their phones, save their bitching and moaning for when they’re in person, which is going to be soon. He’s close to being finished with his current deployment, spirits are high with only days until they make landfall and everyone is making plans for their leave. He’s in the rec room finalizing his and Lee’s plans to surprise their parents for their thirtieth wedding anniversary. Something Ice and Mav have been helping them plan for nearly a year, and he knows Ice has pulled strings to ensure that both he and Lee are on leave and returning to their home port for ease of logistics.

                A small group of other aviators enter the rec-room and he sits up from where he’s been lying on of the sofa, doesn’t want to seem like he’s hogging all the space, or that they’re unwelcome. He’s not on the phone with anyone he needs privacy for.

                “Just chatting with my little brother.”

                “Fuck off!” Lee says through the phone and Ford laughs again, spots the wince on Seresin’s face and holds back his own annoyance. He’s given up trying to figure him out or make friends. Some people just aren’t interested.

                “You may be older but I’m definitely bigger.”

                “Yeah, a bigger jerk.”

                “Whatever. I’ll see you next week.”

 …           …            …

                He relaxes into the comfort of their shared apartment, glad to be back in a familiar space. Hugs Lee, glad to see him. They have dangerous jobs and neither of them take for granted the event of coming home safe. They order takeout, settle on the sofa with a couple of beers. When they were younger they always had to have dinner with their parents their first night back, but now their mom has seemed to accept they’ll both be in far better moods if they’re allowed to catch up with each other first if and when the rare occurrence of them both coming off deployment happens at the same time. He’s recounting something, a training exercise, using the little model planes they’ve had since they were kids when he mentions who he was flying with.

                “Wait. You were deployed with Jake?”

                “Uh. Hangman? Yeah. Him and hundreds of others. That guy does not like me…”

                “What do you mean?”

                “Uh. He doesn’t like me? I never asked him why, just… He was fine. Professional. He didn’t mention knowing you.”

                “Oh my god…”

                “What?”

                “I… I had sex with him.”

                Bradford stares at him, processing the words.

                “You slept with Hangman?”

                “Yeah.”

                “Wait. You slept with a guy without doing the whole dinner and dates first?”

                “Fuck off Ford…”

                “Oookay… what the fuck?” Ford asks, because Lee and him banter and take the shit out of each other plenty, but this is hurt Lee, angry Lee, the one that lashes out with his barbed tongue and then has to apologize and grovel later. Ford is generally far more even-keeled and calm, but he’s usually the one that enjoys the no-strings attached sex.

                “He ghosted me.”

                “He ghosted you? When did all this go down?”

                “Right before you left,” Lee mutters. Bradford feels a sinking sensation in his stomach. Oh shit… “He just… blanked me. Didn’t answer my messages and then blocked my number.”

                “Hahaha…” Ford laughs nervously. “Uh. Did you tell him you had a brother? A twin?”

                “I know you think you’re the center of the universe, but no, I don’t make a habit of talking about you to the guys I sleep with.”

                Bradford pulls a face, because yeah, he gets that. However Lee doesn’t make a habit of sleeping with guys he’s just met, so most of them hear about him during dinner conversations. At least… this has never happened before. Not this. Fuck. He needs to come clean.

                “So… I think I may have fucked this up for you.”

                “What?”

                “Uh. Well. Firstly, not on purpose or anything. I had no idea. Seresin approached me the morning we had breakfast with Mav and Ice…”

                “You mean that morning you went to the gym without me?”

                “Yeah. Because you got home at ass o’clock, out most of the night getting your dick sucked apparently!”

                Lee is glaring at him but Bradford just shrugs and makes a what are you going to do gesture, because he knows he has tone. Asshole. But he’s still his brother. He’ll make this right.

                “What did you say to him?”

                “Nothing. And I think that might actually be the issue. If he thought you were going to do your whole romance thing –”

                “I was!”

                “Yeah, of course you were. But I had no fucking clue who he was so I just… said something about flying with him –”

                “Oh my god, you didn’t…”

                “Well I didn’t know you’d slept with him!”

                “Shit.”

                “I’ll make this right. Trust me.”

                “Wait. What are you going to do?”

                “Tell him we’re twins obviously. It’s not rocket science Lee.”

                “Tell him? How?”

                “Are you serious right now? With words. I’ll talk to him.”

                “I can talk to him! Explain!”

                “No. You’ll either get angry over something stupid, or make him angry. Let me find out where he’s staying.”

                Lee hovers the whole time, but Ford’s in touch with most of the squadron and finds out where Seresin is staying, base accommodation because this clearly isn’t home for him. That’s okay, it’s close enough. He gathers up his jacket and keys, is pulling his shoes on when Lee suddenly realizes he’s going somewhere.

                “Where are you going?”

                “We went over this. I’m going to talk to him. I’ve got his number but he already blocked you so I don’t think that’ll work…”

                “He hasn’t blocked you though.”

                “Lee. He thinks I am you. He’s going to think you changed your number so you could call him after… not acknowledging that you slept together for four fucking months. Oh my god… I can’t believe I’m going to do this.”

                “I’m coming with you.”

                “Yeah. Fine. Whatever. But you’re staying in the car until I’ve talked to him.”

                “Why can’t we just both go to the door?”

                “Ambush him? Yeah. Cause that’s a great approach.”

                Lee is scrambling for his own shoes, pulling on one of their dad’s old Hawaiian shirts rather than a jacket and Ford just shakes his head. No accounting for taste.

…            …            …

                It’s after nine o’clock so the knock on his door is surprising. It’s obviously someone with security clearance, but he isn’t expecting anyone. Is already dressed for bed, so tempted to simply not answer, but then the knocking happens again and he huffs out a breath, moves to the door to open it and blinks in surprise.

                “Bradshaw. What… are you doing here?”

                “Hey. Seresin.”

                The guy looks a little spooked and Jake crosses his arms over his chest. They aren’t friends, aren’t anything, and he sure as hell isn’t a booty call, no matter how good the sex was. He’s effectively been ignored the last four months, and he’s not going to simply forget that.

                “I need to talk to you about something. You got a moment?”

                “No. It’s late,” Jake says, and he starts closing the door but Bradshaw sticks his foot out like the dickhead he is and Jake would kick him but he’s in bare feet.

                “Yeah. Sorry about that. But look, I really think you’re going to want to hear what I have to say,” Bradshaw starts, and Jake is still scowling and trying to push the door shut. Bradshaw is just as strong though, leaning his body against it almost calmly. Fucker. “I have a brother. A twin brother. Identical.”

                Jake pauses briefly, it’s a novel excuse but he’s certain that’s all it is, because why would he be here alone if he actually had a twin brother. He must look angry, because Bradshaw is leaning back, like he’s worried Jake might punch him.

                “Fuck off. Stop making excuses and just leave me the fuck alone.”

                “Oh. Okay. You don’t believe me. Wait… I can prove it. Let me show you some photos.”

                That makes Jake pause again and Bradshaw goes for his phone, quickly unlocking it and opening the album, and then he’s passing it to him.

                “That’s from tonight. We had to send a selfie to our parents.”

                Holy shit.

                “Holy shit…”

                They are identical. He zooms in, and there are some little differences but they could totally pass as each other if they were apart, or in uniform, or someone didn’t know there were two of them walking around. He looks up at the second Bradshaw in front of him and now that he knows he’s pretty sure he’s going to be able to tell them apart easily. If he gets to see Bradley again. Shit. He blocked him.

                “So, you’re not Bradley. What’s your name then?”

                “Bradford.”

                Jake can’t help but pull a face, getting a flashback to when Bradley had told him his name.

                “Your parents called you Bradley and Bradford Bradshaw?”

                “I know. We both know. Trust me.”

                “Where’s Bradley?”

                “Hopefully in the car where I left him…”

FOUR

[staybabblingbaby]

Chan x Youtuber (Discover Part) a1 d1

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Reader is an anonymous Youtuber who does English covers of various k-pop songs, including Stray Kids. Bangchan comes across one of these one night and falls in love with Reader's voice. They develop an online friendship, and Bangchan might be in love with more than just the voice.

Word Count: 962

Notes: I had a lot of fun narrating the video. I've seen it a lot in Idol novels that I read online, and it really is a fun and new perspective to use. The username may stay, it may change, i might get rid of it entirely idk. Kind of also contemplating using 'You' instead of 'person'. Idk we'll see how it goes as i work on it. Feedback would be much appreciated for this one. No editing notes rn, I'm not rlly feelin' it.

Warnings: None that I know of? It's just silly fluff idk what u want from me.

Masterlist link :D| Prev Part

It was 2am on a random Tuesday in Seoul. Bangchan lay staring at his ceiling for the nth time that month, silently cursing at his insomnia. He rolls over for the thousandth time to stare at his wall instead. His eyes drift his phone on the nightstand, and he idly wonders if he should spend some time teasing STAY on Bubble.

It’d definitely relieve the soul-crushing boredom of being unable to sleep, but he doesn’t really feel like receiving their well-intentioned scolding over his sleep schedule right now. He rolls back onto his back and heaves a tired sigh.

With resignation, he sits up and grabs his phone. He’d like to avoid being scolded, but receiving STAY’s love is always comforting. Vlogs and edits it is, then.

He hops onto YouTube with deft fingers and begins his latest STAY-binge. The thought of STAY’s reactions when he reminds them that he watches their stuff brings a smile to his face. They always freak out so cutely.

Soon enough, he’s zoned out and mindlessly scrolling through, giggling along to memes and watching vlogs with all the affection in his heart.

He runs out of content from the accounts he regularly watches pretty quickly. He’s only killed about 30 minutes, and even though his mood has improved significantly, he doesn’t quite feel up to going back to staring at his ceiling yet.

With a light heart, he descends into the familiar uncharted territory of his recommended feed. He manages to kill another hour or so before a particular video catches his eye.

[Learn Music Production With Me! | Cover Me by Stray Kids (English Cover) | EP.4]

The thumbnail features someone with brightly colored hair slumped over a desk, their face smooshed against the wood and their arms dangling limply beside them. Their features are obscured by a fabric mask, but bright blue tear-tracks are drawn on over top.

Bangchan can’t help but be amused by the image. He could definitely relate to the frustrations of learning music production. He actually felt a bit flattered and flustered that this person was using his music to learn from.

Officially intrigued, Chan clicks on the video.

It opens with a shot of the person from the thumbnail from the back. They’re sat at the same desk, which Chan can now see hosts a towering hutch with full shelves decked out in flower-shaped fairy lights. He spots a large section of SKZ albums tucked between other albums and books on the hutch’s shelves.

There’s a microphone on the desk, the boom arm pushed to the side, and a bulky set of headphone’s on the figure’s head. Despite the microphone’s distance from the person at the desk Chan can hear the furious clicking of a mouse as clear as day.

This scene plays out for a moment before the clicking suddenly stops and the person freezes. They slowly remove their headphones and sigh loudly. A very crisp [“Fuck!”] Takes him by surprise and he can’t help a soft laugh as the video pauses and begins to rewind.

[“So turns out I’m a big ol’ dumb-dumb and I’ve been doing this wrong this entire time.”] A voiceover begins to explain. The rewind quickly covers what Bagchan assumes is hours of work, and the voice over continues, [“Well, not wrong, per say, but I was definitely doing it the hard way. Wrong Equation right answer sort of situation. I.”] The voice chuckles ashamedly, [“I could have done this whole thing in a third of the time. I’m so embarrassed. Let me show you.”]

The rewind stops and the video switches to a different angle. The camera is obviously sitting on the desk this time, looking at the person from the side. The angle is much closer. The person waves awkwardly at the camera with both hands and rotates their chair to face it properly.

[“Hi all, I’m Grimm’sTeddy and this is episode 4 of me failing to learn how to produce music. We’re onto week 6 now, because I was quite seriously fighting with this program the entire time.”] A caption appears on the screen, [Shoulda watched more tutorials, buddy].

The video continues along the same vein for a while, a mix of Grimm talking and explaining their process while being unknowingly roasted by the occasional caption when they do something wrong. The video mostly shows the screen they’re working from, only switching back to the vlog-style camera when Grimm is being particularly dramatic about their struggles.

Around the 10 minute mark, Grimm discovers the feature of the program that triggered the reaction from the first clip. There’s a bit of grumbling and self-deprecating jokes, and then the video’s pace speeds up by quite a lot. Apparently the process is a lot less entertaining when it’s going smoothly.

Finally, 12 minutes in, the full cover is revealed.

Bangchan is, quite honestly, entranced.

There’s something almost desperate in the tone Grimm sings with, something raw and hurting. The cover is incredibly faithful to the original. They’d changed some words to preserve the melody across languages but were clever enough with it to preserve the meaning.

Bangchan finds himself impressed. Sure there are mistakes, and a lot of polish is missing, but the voice sticks in his head like glue. He goes to the channel’s page to find the first video in the series almost without thinking about it.

It turns out the video he’d watched was from several months ago, just after they’d released the song initially. There were only 2 videos after it, the series seemingly ending at episode 6.

Chan ends up watching the other 5 videos that night. He falls asleep with his phone on his chest at 5am, after making sure to leave a comment on each video.

[504py]

Wait you said you are a fan fic writer? Can you show us your work?

ooh, i've never published my work anywhere but i like to casually write about the fandoms i'm in. i haven't really written anything romantic (besides that time i wrote headcanons about what leon kennedy would be like in a relationship), but i'd be open to receiving imagine/reaction/headcanon requests if my followers wanted that! anyways, since hetalia is the main thing on my blog right now, here we go!

Axis + Allies Physical Appearance Headcanons

SFW, no content warnings at all.

Italy is handsome but he's so stupid that his stupidity overshadows his looks and people often don't even realize he looks good. He does think he is handsome, and takes great care of himself. I feel like he thinks like this, "Well, being pretty is one of the few things I can do, so I might as well be good at it!"

Japan looks nice! He's very hygienic and always makes sure to take care of his skin. He blushes easily. His hair partially covers his ears on purpose because his ears get red pretty often. He has quite a few moles and a few crooked teeth. His fingertips are rather red.

Germany looks alright but he's so uptight/scary that people just do not want to hit on him. His hands are very calloused. Also one who is very hygienic and takes care of himself a lot. He has quite a bit of body hair, but since it's a very light blond and not very visible, he doesn't bother with it. Nice straight teeth, but his canines are rather prominent.

Russia is cute! I actually think that people do not see his face very often because it's obscured by his scarf, and/or people are too scared to look him straight in the eyes (LOL). Also the issue of looking up to even see his face. He's usually naturally blushing even if just a little bit. Also his ears are kinda big. Gets bashful if you compliment the man himself, because he doesn't think of himself as particularly attractive, and will instead divert the conversation to, "A-Ah yes, Russia has many beautiful sights and landscapes!"

China is pretty!! He has wild eyebrows and lots of sun spots, freckles, and moles. He has a bad habit of leaving his lips dry though, LOL. Takes a lot of pride in being attractive. He is VERY good at doing makeup.

America doesn't care about his appearance much other than his hair, but he just tends to naturally look good. He hes a very boyish vibe. His glasses are always covered in fingerprints but he always forgets to clean them so he doesn't even bother anymore. He's learned to just ignore the dust LOL. I also think he has perfect teeth, like a good ol' Hollywood smile.

Canada is the prettiest out of the allies! People just don't notice because.. y'know. Canada tends to put a lot of care into his appearance in case someone does notice him, like having better posture, wearing nice, clean, ironed clothes all the time, and just having better self-care habits than America does. Though sometimes he forgets to shave or comb his hair LOL.

England is attractive but in a sorta unkempt scrunkly way. His teeth are crooked, and he has sanpaku eyes. His feathers get quite ruffled if someone brings up appearances, because... Not the best climate in England, and there's the whole British people meme LOL. But, the one thing he's got going for him is he's INCREDIBLY photogenic. I'd say he photographs the best besides China. He's great at modeling, and excels when it's for more punk photography.

France is just stereotypically good-looking LOL. He cares the most about his appearance, but since he's relied so much on just looking naturally good, he has a bit of a hygiene problem.. But hey, at least he's got the best closet out of anyone here– Ah, nevermind, China's got him beat there..

[marcandreyuri]

flip flop: mario pov from i'll keep you (a secret)

fic ask meme

↻FLIP FLOP: A scene from another character's POV from i'll keep you (a secret)

oohhh this is tricky because i've gone back and forth since writing that fic on whether mario Knows about sid and geno and how in love they are or if he only suspects/thinks they're less close than they are. for the purposes of this, i think i'll go with "he Knows."

Mario sends Flower to go get Sidney, and half an hour later he hears the telltale creak of the stairs as Sidney winds his way up to his room in the attic, where Nathalie insists he sleeps even when Mario brings Sid into their bed and fucks him until he cries.

He finishes up a phone call with Jagr going over the European side of things. Jagr likes to scout new talent for Mario while running the coke business on the Czech side of things, and he's found a guy he thinks Mario will like. Jagr's practically ready to ship him to the states in a cargo container alongside the drugs. Mario thinks nostalgically he'd rather have Jaromír when he opened the shipping crate, not whatever new little flame that's bound to burn out when Mario puts them to work.

After getting off the phone and promising Nathalie that he'd pick the kids up from school tomorrow, he goes upstairs.

Sidney's waiting for him, like a good boy. He is a good boy, soft and beautiful and quiet when he needs to be and dirty when Mario wants him to be. He gets why Geno was drawn to him in the first place.

He learned his lesson though, Mario muses when he walks over to Sidney on the bed, laying on his stomach like he knew Mario would use him tonight.

Geno thought he could parade his little slut, his little prize, his little love around at parties and show him off like he owned him, forgetting that everything in the city is Mario's.

Including Sidney. Including Geno.

He lays down on top of Sidney now, years later, thrusting his cock up against Sidney's plump ass, covered by the thin boxers Mario bought for him. Sidney squirms under him like he just can't help it, even though Geno probably gave it to him good tonight. He usually does, Sidney coming home loose and open.

"Did you like my gift, baby?" Mario whispers in Sidney's ear, admiring the way his black collar looks up against Sidney's milky white skin. Then, "You’ve been so good for me lately."

Sidney makes a little shocked noise in the back of the throat, just like Mario knew he would. He's predictable like that, something that sometimes bores Mario and sometimes comforts him.

"Usually I’m the gift," Sidney says uncertainly.

Mario likes it, lending Sidney out to various associates and underlings and allies. He likes the way they come back, dazed from Sidney's mouth or laughing about something. The way they're easy afterwards--to convince or kill or sell to.

Geno's different, though. Mario understands him. He knows that if he didn't keep giving Geno these little moments of hope, he would turn on him. And despite himself, he likes Geno's work. He's a master with the garrote wire.

“Not tonight," Mario clarifies, because it's true. Sidney needs to feel a flutter of hope that things can work out with him and Geno too. Desperate people do crazy things, and Mario would rather not know what a desperate Sidney does. He would so hate to have to kill him. "Did you like it?”

Mario starts grinding his cock into Sidney's ass as Sid answers, "Yeah, I did. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Now I think we said at dinner we had something to pick up later," Mario says as he arranges Sidney the way he likes him, ass in the air, the clasp of his collar gleaming, Sid's face shoved down into the sheets.

Mario hooks his fingers through Sidney's collar and relishes the little cut off choking noise Sid always makes when he does, like he still can't believe Mario would remind him of his place, of who he is.

“What was it again?” He asks.

Sid smiles, a beautiful, fake thing.

[i4bellingham]

(happy) birthday : jude bellingham x reader (angst)

synopsis: jude’s birthday party wasn’t the same. it will never be the same.

warning: a misleading concept, proceed and read with utmost caution. mentions (implications) of an accident, passing

note: rainy season brings the angst in me so here we are. this is a revised fic that i did for enhypen’s jungwon in my previous wattpad account that i wrote last 2021 (i think??) just in case someone recognizes the plot lol

The craft paper that held the bouquet of flowers was nearly crumpled, snug against Jude’s palm and he placed it beside him on the ground before he can further cause any damage to the floras.

He leaned on the trunk with a sheepish smile when you jokingly frowned at him as he stared ahead.

A timid sigh left his lips before he cradled a box on his lap. It was a gift from one of his teammates in England’s national football team. You've met him a couple of times, Jude thinks. Mason Mount was his name.

You've missed a plenty of party where he normally asks you to be his plus one. Unfortunately, he couldn't exactly do that now.

You're far away. So far away from home.

But Jude would still come over and visit, every thrice a year he would. And you're grateful. Very grateful.

“How was the party?” You asked him, leaning on his shoulders.

Jude feels a breeze of air brush past his neck, and he smiles, a pained one but he smiled regardless.

“The party was an absolute blast. Could never really expect anything less from the guys you know?” He replied. “It was fun. I had fun.”

You hummed, nodding your head to his words as he began fiddling with the ring on his finger.

“They had my brother smash a cake on my face the moment I stepped foot inside the house.” Jude shook his head, an amused laugh leaving his lips as he recalled being bombed by the vanilla frosting of his cake after he locked his door. “They also had these atrocious balloons with my meme faces printed on it. It was such a horrifying sight if I'm being quite honest.”

Jude looked to his side as you remained leaning on him, a soft smile gracing his lips as he recalls yet another monstrosity in his supposed birthday party.

“I don’t know who thought it was a good idea to do a bamboozled theme cupcakes but that was not it. Quite disgusting if I'm bein’ honest with you but no one really did stepped up to own up to that but it was fine.” He pursed his lips with a chuckle. “Jadon was the unlucky one for always picking out the bamboozled flavors though, nearly threw up in the carpet when he got the rotten egg instead of the vanilla flavored cupcakes.”

You laughed alongside him, imagining the reaction Sancho probably had knowing he can be a tad bit dramatic especially when the situation calls for it. But a rotten egg flavored cupcake? You nearly heaved dry air imagining what it might have tasted like.

Silence then prevailed as Jude got lost in his own thoughts and you silently observed your best friend as he stared right ahead of him. A somber expression took over the youthful and joyful glow in his eyes, the smile he had long vanished into a tight-lipped expression to mask the pain and sadness he was feeling.

“I miss you.” He muttered, fingers tugging on the small plants on the ground as he muttered the three words over and over again.

There is a deep-rooted ache in your chest, a sensation that felt like a thousand knives being plunged to your heart as you eye the fragile state your best friend was in.

You lost it when the first tear left his eyes, cascading down his cheeks as he fisted his palms over the ground.

“I just wish you were still here with me you know?” His voice broke, and Jude tried so hard to stop his tears from flowing, but to accompany the pain in his heart, they too never once stopped. “I miss you so much, and every single fucking day I wish that I was there to get you home so you don't have to ride that fucking bus, and maybe this wouldn't have to happen. Every breathing moment, I just wish that you never left me...”

You left his side, crouching down in front of him. And in your faint silhouette, you reached a hand out, gently tracing his cheeks as he cried, calling out for your name, apologizing, and wishing for you to comeback.

Jude feels awful. He was supposed to come here, spend some time with you during his birthday. The 3rd one that you already missed. He wasn't supposed to come here and cry his eyes out. But even this being the 3rd time, the pain in his chest never hurt less. The pain that lingered in his heart and mind, the same one that's been there since your passing was a hard one to tame. So heavy and remorseless as it ate him up whole, so unbothered to bite him where he's hurt the most.

And while everyone else seemed to have coped just fine, for Jude, it wasn't the same. Everyday hurt just the same, every single waking moment brought a new batch of tears to his eyes. It wasn't going easy for him, not even 3 years later.

“I just want you back here with me... that's all I want but I know I can't have that. And that is what hurts me the most, every single fucking day. It's easier to fake that I'm fine than tell the others that I'm not okay at all... I don't even think that I will be okay...”

The faint silhouette of your fingers traced his jaw, thumbs running over the skin of his cheeks where his tears were freely running down as he spoke.

They left a light feeling in your fingers, but cold against Jude’s skin.

It just wasn't the same anymore.

“I'm sorry.” You laid your forehead against his, muttering the only two words that you could speak of at that very moment. “I'm sorry. I am so sorry...”

A cold breeze of air passed by Jude, the gentle touch of cold air nipping at his skin, closer to his face as he closed his eyes to savor the feeling. It was a mere reminder that you were there in that moment with him, although not physically existing and wrapped in the warmth of his arms, Jude knew you were there, looking out for him just as you always do.

It was bittersweet, but he cherished that moment with you before your gravestone, watching the sun set in the distance just like the old times when you were still alive and with him.

And as Jude left, there is a neatly placed bouquet of red tulips by your grave. A bouquet of flowers that spoke of the words and feelings he never once had the chance to tell you.

not proofread.

[bigdumbbambieyes]

so, i've been inspired by @intothedysphoria and wanted to write my own little positivity post for the people that i've connected with through this fandom!! 🤍

to start off, @intothedysphoria, thank you so much for being the shining light that you are in this fandom. it can be a dark place at times and your efforts towards being a positive person (even when it's hard for you) is truly admirable!

my bub, my best friend, @hephaestn!! I'll never forget the day I decided to DM you and be the annoying little shit that I am and our friendship was born!! you bring me so much joy on a daily basis and I know I can count on you to cheer me up when I need it, be a rational voice when I'm being a mean girl kfkjng and being such a talented writer that makes me feel the most incredible things!

god's funniest little clown @martianclown, you are my circus peanut and i adore you and our conversations so much! you are incredibly talented at what you do and you deserve only the best in life, thank you for allowing me to be your friend!

my sweet @akioukun, you are like the sun with the way I can turn to you and you immediately warm me and make me smile. your talent and musing are unmatched and you are such a delight, I admire you greatly and appreciate you sm!

the best co-captain around, @thatgirlwithasquid, thank you for always being you and for giving me the best cunningway content I could ever ask for, you have inspired me in so many ways and I appreciate your friendship w me!

my fellow Canadian, @chrisbitchtree, thank you for being the world's best beta reader and such an amazing person, I appreciate you more than you know! your writing is so sweet and I admire it and you so much, you've put a smile on my face when I've needed it!

@starkstruck27 you have sent me numerous asks saying the sweetest things, you continue to make my day whenever you do - you are so incredibly sweet and I appreciate you so much!

my hilarious moot @harringroveera, you have made me laugh with your memes time and time again, and you've inspired some of my writing with them, too!! I can always count on you to put a smile on my face, so I thank you so much for that.

the equally hilarious @shieldofiron, your memes and posts have delighted me for a very long time and I really appreciate you for that - I also deeply admire how you write such quality fics so quickly, I am truly in awe of you and your talent. I also must personally thank you for getting me into munver lol!

@dragonflylady77, you have always been so supportive of me from the beginning and I must thank you a million times over! you always have something nice to say about everyone and I truly believe that without you, this community wouldn't be the same.

the talented @adelacreations, you are such a generous and passionate person, I admire you and your art and your writing!! your creativity is also something I very much admire, please keep being your lovely self!

@spaceofentropy thank you for always saying such kind things about my writing, you are so lovely and I adore you so much!! I still remember that time I was feeling really down and you cheered me up, I hold that moment close to my heart.

hi @discodeviant you are so incredibly talented and I still adore the prom ficlet you wrote for me all those weeks (months?) ago!! your writing is beautiful and I admire it and you sm, thank you for sharing it with us all!

@weird-an I continue to be in awe of your writing and I remember being 'new' to the fandom last year and just...having my jaw be on the floor every time I read one of your ficlets! I admire you greatly and hope that you continue to write forever and ever!

sweet @grey-sides, I know we don't talk much but when we do, I always enjoy it! your writing is phenomenal and I remember you were one of the first writers I came across when I really became active in the fandom last year! I adore you and your writing, please never stop making what makes you happy!

@femmebilly, hi honey, I miss you!! You are one of the first friends I made in this fandom and I still have such a soft spot for you! You've always been so supportive of me and everyone in this fandom and without you, it would be a darker place. Thank you for being my lovely friend.

@deedoop you will forever and always make me laugh with your posts and I've told you this many times but I simply MUST tell you again, lovely!! give Billy's jar a kiss for me and take one for yourself, too! thank you for being such an amazing person!

my darling @valsyngur, my Steve!! this must be so random for you lol but I just wanted to tell you that I really adore you very much and what we're creating together, and I admire the art you create! you are such a sweetheart and I'm glad to call you my friend!

the sweetest @applewillowstone, thank you for inviting me to your server and for being so kind! you are incredibly talented in so many ways and I am in awe of you!! thank you for sharing your talent with us!

@destroya2005, you have picked me up with your words far too many times and I am in debt to you because of it (in the best way)! you are too sweet and you are so loving, thank you so much for being you!

@passivenovember, whenever you reblog one of my posts, you ALWAYS make me laugh and it's such a small thing but it truly makes my day! Your writing is also incredible and I just wanted to appreciate you in this post!

the lovely @oopsiedaisiesbaby, your writing is amazing and I love our mutual love for Lana!! you always leave the most lovely comments on my fics and posts and I appreciate you so, so much!

@ratbastardbilly, hello, I don't believe we've ever spoken but I just need you to know that your art holds a special place in my heart! you are so incredibly talented and I admire you greatly!

my sweet @simplydes, I am so happy that we've become friends!! You are so insanely talented and I love that I can just message you with whatever crazy little musing or hc I have about our boys and you return that energy! Your art is some of the most lovely I've ever seen and speaks to me on another level, thank you so much for sharing it with us!

my newest friend @hellfirefucker, you are such a little gremlin and I adore you so!! Your talent is so clear and you only get better and better with each piece! Thank you for picking me, choosing me, loving me (lol), I admire your talent and you always make me laugh whenever we chat!! thank you thank you so much!

@robthegoodfellow thank you for being such a delight to talk to!! I will forever fondly remember our Yellowjackets discussions after every ep nkjfgnj I can't wait for S3 so we can do it all again! Thank you for being such a lovely person!

@ihni, your art and writing is some of the first I'd seen when I first started posting hg and I want to thank you for continuously putting a smile on my face with it!! you are very lovely and I admire you!

@wickedlydevious, you took me in like a stray kitten once and have been lovely ever since!! lol I know we don't speak much but when we do, you are always so lovely!! thank you for making my fandom experience so much better!

there are also dozens upon dozens of artists and writers and just people that are so amazing and have impacted me in the best of ways so I will tag them here! Please know that I adore what you create and am in constant awe of you (in fact, maybe a little intimidated 😳) @thediktatortot, @metalscoops, @wrecked-fuse, @billyharringson, @callieb, @dreaminginpencil, @kallisto-k, @makeadealwithdean, @whenyouwishuponastar7, @suspiciouslackofclowns, @aggressiveviking, @writer-in-theory, @lilkiwiboi42, @billysbuttcheeks (idk why it won't let me tag you!), @lemonhitsu, @saberghatz, @thewaywardkees

I also want to give a heartfelt thank you to every single person who has either liked or reblogged my posts or took the time to say something nice to me or my writing because I am just a girl who is writing about what makes her happy and if my writing makes you feel even just a little spark of something, I know I've done good!! Thank you thank you thank you!!

Bambi 🤍

[maul-of-shame]

Sappy rant/message:

Maybe it's because I'm knee-deep in the exams prep trenches or something, or because I reached some huge milestones on AO3 but-

Besties, where do I even begin?

I’m sitting here all soft and emotional, with a stupid grin on my face, because the love and support you’ve shown for my Elrondriel fics has been absolutely mind-blowing. Whether you’re here for my chaotic giggling, relentless roasting of Celeborn (sorry, my guy, it’s just too easy), or the endless pun parade that’s become my brand, every single comment, reblog, and kudos means the world to me.

You’ve turned my little corner of the fandom into a warm, cozy space filled with laughter and creativity, and I honestly couldn’t be more grateful.

When I started posting these fics, I never imagined they’d resonate with so many of you. Because let's be honest, it started as "crack ship" for me.

I was just vibing with my love for Elrond and Galadriel, crafting these tender, chaotic, sometimes angsty, always heartfelt little stories—and somehow, you’ve all made it feel like I’m sharing them with a big group of friends who just get it.

Seeing the +50 new subs milestone on AO3 had me in my feels, the +200 subscriptions to my stories, but what really gets me is the comments you leave—those beautiful, thoughtful messages where you share your favorite parts, scream over the soft moments, or just drop a casual “HOW DARE YOU” (always a fave, keep it coming). Knowing that my writing makes you smile, laugh, or feel something deeply? It’s everything I could ever want as a writer.

And let’s talk about the people who’ve followed my work across platforms, who’ve come here to Tumblr to join in the chaos. Whether it’s dissecting Elrond’s dad-energy, hyping up Galadriel’s supremacy, or collectively dragging Celeborn into the middle of a pun war, you’ve made this fandom experience an absolute delight. I can’t thank you enough for the encouragement, the memes, and the little fandom in-jokes we’ve created together, especially in our small discord!!!

So here’s my sappy, emotional love letter to all of you: Thank you for being here.😭😭😭

Thank you for reading, commenting, subscribing, reblogging, and just showing up in ways that make this feel so much bigger and brighter than I ever expected. You’re the reason I keep writing, keep roasting, and keep pushing to make every story better than the last. I hope my fics continue to bring you joy, and I’m so excited to share even more adventures, fluff, angst, and chaos with you all. From the bottom of my heart (and my pun-loving soul): Thank you.🤍

_ Bucky/ Halfling_MadMax

[34saveme34]

Unedited ass Bath for SMG3 fic moment

I literally didn't proof read this, read w caution <3

it's not really an entire story, just me thinking about a fun scenario bit so read w that in mind

bath for SMG3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“I said I was sorry, okay??!” one could be heard yelling.

“I don’t care! GO! AWAY!” the other yelled back.

“Please! Let… let me help you”

SMG3, sighed. He knew, SMG4 had good intentions, he offered his help honestly. He knew this.

“I’ve had enough of that”

“Wh-! WHAT??” 

“I mean, your ‘help’ got my cafe infested with snails”

“Just more of a reason for me to help you!”

“What for?”

“Because we’re-”

“Friends? Oh… friends… Yeah, friends” 3 rolled his eyes “I’ve had enough of your friendship for a while now”

4 heartbroken, not knowing how to answer, took his leave. He couldn’t deal with this.

3 cleaned the cafe on his own, though it’s not like it was getting much traffic at this point. He was… once again stuck in the shadows.

He decided to close early, not like anyone would want to come in anyways. He went to his room, pondering to himself… What should he do now? What else is there for him? Or… will he be once again stuck in the shadows? Well… welcome back, shadows. At least you always take him back. Unconditionally

A few days have passed. 4 was still pissed but… He still could not look away. He didn’t see 3 leave his cafe for days. He didn’t see him open at all. He didn’t see him stream at all. He didn’t reply to the awesome memes he sent him on Discord. He didn’t even come to ask for useless shit that he would do sometimes for some reason. It was almost like he vanished. Nowhere to be found.

“No… no… I should stay calm” he talked to himself “It’s- It’s not like I already saw he was on the brink of breaking nooo! A little mental breakdown wouldn’t bring him down like that! Right… Right? SMG3 is built different… yea” he stared before himself before noticing Tari in the door way.

“Does this bloke always talk to himself?” Clench spoke, as he learned of the name of the hand a few days ago. It was… weird but not the weirdest thing in their universe. Tari glared at him before looking at 4, concern in her eyes.

“Hey… Want to check on SMG3 together? I can see you’re worried about him”

4 eyed the floor intensely. He didn’t realise how sensitive this situation made him. He wanted to cry.

“Yeah… we should…”

He got up, trying to collect himself together as they went to the cafe.

As they opened the door, 4 noted the cafe was as empty as it was their last fight. Their last fight… Why… Why… Why can’t he just help 3? Without causing him trouble. He couldn’t help it as he looked around. The tears felt comforting against his face, emotions pouring out. He missed when this place was filled.

“Hey, 4…” Tari put a hand on his shoulder “I get it but… you have to be strong… for 3”

4 took a deep breath. He really wanted to be strong for him. And do him right at least once, even if that’s the last thing he ever does. 

“For 3” 4 smiled at Tari, trying to show that he still had courage. He cared too much not to.

They went to the bookshelf at the back. At this point 4 knew exactly how to get 3 by heart. You couldn’t waste time when you wanted someone’s opinions on your meme afterall. He smiled lightly at the memory as both him and Tari stepped into the elevator. He just couldn’t let go of something so great. 

The elevator door opened, revealing the room as dark, only being illuminated by the elevator’s light. 3 didn’t seem to be anywhere.

“S..MG3?” Tari called out, though nervously “We.. want to help!... Whether you like it or not!” her threatening wasn’t too intimidating but at least she got her message across.

But 4 already where he was, eying his bed. He walked up to his bed, lightly putting his hand down on the shape he presumed as 3. The shape seemed to stir lightly at his touch, confirming that there’s one sad man underneath.

“I-... we’re worried about you, 3…” 4 spoke, trying to once again hold back tears. God damn it.

But there was no answer. Tari walked up beside 4.

“Please… 3… uh” Tari started to panic, not sure what else she could say that they didn’t say already “We’re… sorry if we… treated you badly… We do want to help”

“I… I know you hate when I say it” 4 chuckled, thinking about all the times 3 refused to give his pride up “But you said it once that… that we’re friends. You’re not escaping this easily… I know I’m not… always the best for you… which I should be but… I want to make up for it”

4 could see one tired eye peak out, unsure if it’s only red because of 3’s eyes being red, or if the possible exhaustion was adding to it.

“Get.. out”

“No” 4 said, firm. 

“Yeah! What he said!” Tari stood with 4 “We ARE your friends”

“I don’t want friends” 3 spoke weakly.

4 was feeling fed up, he was REALLY about to not have it.

“Well, too bad, dipshit! We’re here whether you like it or not!”

Tari wasn’t sure how to add to it. But Clench had ideas, although Tari told him not to butt in for this.

“Rotting in bed won’t fix your life”

Wow. Those words stung. 3 could feel it all too well, as if daggers were stabbed into his soul from every direction. 

“Well” he sat up angry “Maybe I don’t want to fix my life! Maybe I’ll rather rot, I’ll rather” he teared up “I rather stay in the shadows”

4 reached his boiling point. Without a word, he grabbed 3 by his collar and dragged him to his bathroom.

“ASSHOLE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???!!” 3 screamed at him but 4 didn’t reply, just dragged him until he could throw him into the bathtub.

“It’s time for a bath” 4 growled. Tari was scared but she followed behind. Clench, while being a hand, still managed to look flabbergasted.

“WHAT?? SMG4 I’M- I’M IN MY CLOTHES- WHAT THE FUCK”

3 squirmed, so 4 got in the bath tub with him, holding him down. It was a bit awkward but whatever, 4 wasn’t thinking about that right now. 

“Those need a wash as well anyways” 4 gave 3 that stern look. 3 would usually fight back more but there was something about the way that 4 looked at him that made him hesitate.

“I didn’t want to say but… the smell was pretty bad when we came in” Tari commented “I’m not judging though! Eheh,, it’s just… bad either way you know?”

3 sighed, with his arms folded as 4 started to soak him with the showerhead he had. The warmth of it was weirdly comforting, although just as weird, considering he was fully clothed. 4’s look while not looking any less stern, at least he started looking a little less intimidating. While awkward, Tari found it quite interesting to watch the 2. She knew stuff was intense between them but she didn’t think it got this bad.

She looked at Clench, who seemingly also looked at her, Tari smiling as she thought of doing something. Clench went for 3’s head lightly.

4 looked at him confused. Tari gave him a thumbs up with her free hand.

“What SMG3 is thinking: Maybe this isn’t so bad… hey what is that about how you want to-” suddenly 3 swatted away Clench.

“That’s private”

“Sheesh, dude…”

“What is it?” Tari questioned Clench. 4 also looked curiously. He wondered what 3 wanted to do.

“It’s about how he wants to-”

3 grabbed Clench, not so gently at that.

“Ow ow ow ow ow ow- That hurts”

“Shut your yapper then”

Tari looked at him sad. Clench also gestured sadly but then slowly leaned towards Tari and whispered something to her that made her less sad.

4 was too busy to notice them interacting further as he now focused back on cleaning up 3, although with how it was going, he was getting soaked himself. He didn’t really care though. The times his eyes would meet 3’s, while they didn’t last long… It all felt very intimate. He didn’t exactly get why he was doing this but… He had enough. He reached for shampoo as well, going for 3’s hair, massaging his head.

3 seemed to calm down. 4 was the perfect mix of gentle and firm. He felt a little less gross… A little less angry… A little more inclined to… No. Not that. He couldn’t think of 4 like that.

Regardless he enjoyed it and it was sort of obvious. Especially with how he kind of leaned into it. 4 actually found it kind of sweet in a way. It was obvious enough that Tari saw it too. It was always so special when these 2 were in peace with each other. It always made her wonder what these 2 could be like if they weren’t ever enemies. It’s just part of her fantasies where she imagines a perfect world where they’re perfectly all friends with no problems… She really only thinks about it in hard times… Hard times that could’ve been better if they were to just not argue and get along… And these 2 were pretty much the epitome of that. 

4 rinsed off 3’s hair. 3 was practically motionless with how relaxed he got. Or maybe he just realised that fighting back wasn’t an option at this point. Or perhaps it was both.

Tari threw a towel to 4, who then used it to dry 3’s hair. 3 paid such attention to the way 4 was doing that… once again, a perfect blend of firm and gentle… with such seemingly calculated moves, holding him in place. He found himself looking at 4, and 4 looking at him. His face also read peace. He could get lost forever in those eyes… Their connection was like no one else’s… and 3 hated it so much, how true it was.

Tari coughed, catching both of their attention as they stopped staring at each other so intensely. Tari wasn’t ready to third wheel that hard. Though she wondered what would’ve happened if she didn’t alert them. 

4 got out of the tub, although at this point he was very much soaked himself too. It was like bathing an overly excited dog. Except it was a grown ass, stinky man who heavily refused at first. 

It seemed Tari thought of something as she left the room to do something else. Which left the 2 with each other. After 4 got up from holding 3 down, 3 got up too and took off his overalls, seemingly not really caring that 4 is there. Although he grew flustered when he noticed how 4 was staring at him. 4 realised how that must have looked to 3, now he was feeling embarrassed as well. Now we had 2 men, too embarrassed to look each other in the eyes. 4 thought for a bit, then decided to turn away from facing 3, even covering his face. Though it was interesting how it didn’t occur for him to leave. And that it didn’t occur for 3 to ask him to leave either. Instead, with how intense the air felt, 3 decided it was best to change fast. He was kind of glad now he kept some of his clothes in his bathroom, considering how he had been feeling too lazy to put away a lot of stuff, considering his state. He dressed up, feeling kind of renewed. 

“You can turn around, idiot” 3 chuckled.

4 looked. 3 had a simple white shirt and purplee shorts on. A different look, kind of a little too boring for someone like 3 but hey? Who cares, at least he didn’t need to look at him naked.

“What are you calling me an idiot for?”

“Force of habit”

4 thought for a bit.

“Fair enough”

The 2 left the bathroom, the air still felt a little weird with it only being the 2 of them there. They saw that Tari seemed to take out and 3’s bedding. She came back right then.

“Oh hey! I took your blanket and pillows out as they uhm… they need it I think” she scratched her neck.

“Oh! Thanks.. I guess” 3 still wasn’t sure how to feel. 

“You’re welcome, 3” Tari smiled warmly. It was weird. 3 felt weird. It was kind of forceful, but both of them were being so kind to him.

“And you’re not gonna thank me?” 4 looked at him, and then pointed at his own clothes, which were still very much soaked.

“What, you want me to give you clothes or something?”

4 stared at him, unsure what to reply.

“You can, if you want, 4” 3 looked away, seemingly blushing. 

“Oh- Uh, thanks! I’ll take the offer” 4 awkwardly went back to the bathroom, closing the door after himself. 

“Soooo…” Tari got close to him, with Clench speaking, she only had a grin on her face, knowing what he was about to say “You like him, don’t you?”

3 punched Clench into a different shape.

“No manners these days” Clench sobbed. 3 didn’t react further. 

“You’re being so mean, 3…” Tari sobbed, holding her hand. 

“Whatever” he grumbled.

4 came out of the bathroom after a bit, his outfit sort of mimicking 3’s with a black tee and purple shorts.

“So sorry, I think I’ll need to leave now, I have a Smash score to settle soon, I need to warm up!” Tari said as she went for the elevator. Now it was only 3 and 4. 

4 thought for a bit.

“Uh-”

“Don’t say anything” 3 didn’t look at him.

“But- 3…” 

“No, I… I think I already gave you enough”

“You, really? I think I helped you more”

“That’s..” 3 facepalmed “That’s not what I meant…”

“Then?”

“I’ve let you in… I was letting you stay… I think you should go… I have to… think about stuff”

“Oh, well…”

3 folded his arms, looking away from 4.

“I see don’t want me to stay… just… one more thing?”

“What?” 3 looked back at him, a bit annoyed, only to be pulled into a hug.

“Don’t make me do this again… It’s not fun worrying this much for you, alright?”

3 wasn’t sure how to react for a bit. It made him crazy. He hugged back. He didn’t remember having such prolonged physical contact for a while now, besides their guardian training sessions. 

4 let go of him, looking at him with a small hopeful smile.

“Can you promise me that?” his voice was sweet and small. 3 was going crazy. So so crazy.

“I’ll try, I guess… but only so you don’t do that again…” 3 looked away, not wanting to look so weak. 4 pat him on his shoulder. 

“Thanks, man… I hope to see you around. Take your time”

The 2 exchanged one more look, the sort of look that seemed to carry things that couldn’t be mentioned at this point. 

4 finally left. Now it was only 3 and his room and oh boy… his head was loud.

He laid down on his bare bed, with nothing on it then. It still managed to be comfortable. He laid on his back, staring at the ceiling.

It was worth it to see 4 look at him like that… Maybe he’ll let 4 do that more… Though he was unsure if 4 would be happy about that.

[crayonfears]

My friend and I discussed this so we need your help 🙏 What do you think of the idea of Han Seo and Han Seok switching roles because I once read a fic like that and was really interested in it. We discussed about how different they relationship would be and how that it would affect they future? And we thought about how they canon character would react of each other because damn my friend physically assaulted me 💀 when I said that I want to see a psycho Han Seok and a psycho Han Seo in a room together 🤩 or how a normal Han Seok and a normal Han Seo would react to each other? I’m sorry if this question is a little boring but it’s really interesting If you think about it 🥲 like always patiently waiting for your response 💕 (and your fics :) btw my friend said hey 👋😂

hi there, friend(s)! sorry it took me so long to reply, i've been busy ;; i really appreciate these stray kids memes you keep putting in the ask haha always brings a smile to my face 😂

this is actually a very interesting question! at first i thought you meant role switch like sibling role, ie. han seo being older and han seok the younger one. i think that could be very interesting too because personally i think han seo, the way he was portrayed in canon, could fit very well as an older brother, and likewise, han seok has that youthfulness, that insolence to him that you'd find in a younger kid. besides, the dynamic would be so fucked with han seok manipulating and controlling his big brother, don't you think? it's absolutely delicious hehe

other role switch as you mentioned, psycho han seo/normal han seok, or two psychos and two normals - all so good too. for two psychos, imagine han seok seeing that spark of something in han seo's eyes the moment they first met on that hunting trip. their father doesn't know yet, but han seok does; he does because he has that spark too. maybe han seo does things without realizing - being too cruel with the neighbor's dog; the stray animals coming into their yard, and he never feels guilty, especially so with han seok there encouraging him on. they'd be a goddamn power house when they grow up too hehe. so very into the idea of han seo doing the murders when they were young, han seok watching, han seok telling him they should take trophies (the watches) and han seok being caught because of it, never implicating his darling dongsaeng ("keep out legacy alive when i'm away, yeah, dongsaeng? hyung'll be back real soon."). thinking about han seo straight up planning to murder vincenzo without asking for permission first because he thinks it's right. he's not so afraid of what his brother might do to him - learning about consequences is never his forte.

for two normals, personally i think han seok without his psycho is pretty boring. like that's the spice of his character, but if i must. i'd say them fussing over the taboo of their relationship can be fun. angsty but fun. them knowing it's wrong but can't really help themselves. them coming back to the other at every turn - maybe even cheating on their current partner because the high they get from each other is something they cannot keep themselves from wanting hehe.

for psycho han seo and normal han seok... hmm. idk if han seo would be the abusive type - he was only ever imitating his brother in canon. maybe han seok could teach him to be "normal". get him to act right so he won't be sent away; won't raise any suspicions. han seok doesn't want them to part - doesn't think han seo would be able to fare much without him. the codependency would be absolutely insane here. with han seok thinking he has a responsibility with his baby brother and han seo looking up to him because he's older, he must be right all the time. thinking about han seo slipping sometimes, getting himself bloody from a fight, from something more and han seok's always there to patch him up, make things right. "your mom asked me to take care of you. i don't want to break my promise to her. let hyung take care of you, alright?" i am insane now hahaha

[emmaelix]

There Goes My Life: Eijiro Kirishima x Fem! Reader

I DO NOT OWN MHA THE ANIME OR THE MANGA. NONE OF THESE CHARACTERS ARE MINE EXCEPT FOR Y/N. MEMES ARE NOT MINE. 

Full Title: There Goes My Life: Ejiro Kirishima X Fem! Reader

Y/n: Your Name. Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color

Ships in This One-Shot: Kirishima X Reader/ You, Mineta X Trash (I'm kidding but really I'm not)

Your Quirk: Super Strength. Your power is very simple, when you activate it your muscles become more powerful and your stamina is increased. You become weary, and nauseous, and can develop a migraine when you use your quirk too much. 

So I recently posted an MHA boys as dads fic. This is a bit of backstory for that fic, as well as inspired by 'There goes my life' by Kenny Chesney. I might do more of these for the other boys from that post.

TW: Pregnancy

Y/n stood in front of her boyfriend's door, fist clenching and unclenching as she tried to calm herself down. They were eighteen, adults, about to go to college.

And be parents. Y/n wanted this baby, but she had also wanted to be married and out of school first. She knew her boyfriend wouldn't dump her as soon as he heard, but she also didn't want to be a burden. It felt like she was going to ruin Eijiro's life, and maybe even his career.

You couldn't be a Pro if you had a kid. But Y/n thought of Rock Lock and silently debated herself at Kirishima's door. Finally, Y/n knocked. Once, light enough that if Kiri was sleeping he wouldn't hear it. Y/n's nerves got the best of her and she started back towards her own dorm room when the door opened and warm light spilled from Kirishima's open door.

Oh well, running wouldn't be an option now, Eiji would catch up to her. Y/n turned around - albeit as slowly as possible - to face her boyfriend. When he saw the look on Y/n's face he ran to her, hugging her and picking her up to bring inside.

"You shouldn't be out past curfew," Eijiro said, setting Y/n down in front of his couch. "What's wrong?"

Y/n tried to say 'nothing' but the words wouldn't come out. Instead, she hiccuped and started crying as Kirishima quickly walked back to her to hug her again, this time sitting down on the couch with Y/n on his lap.

Y/n buried her face in her boyfriend's chest, his Crimson Riot t-shirt getting wet where her face was. Eijiro took Y/n's face and gently took it away from his chest, looking at Y/n with a worried expression on his face. "What's wrong, Pebble?"

Y/n had a thought, 'Wouldn't he be the most amazing dad?' Kiri's strong arms held her as she kept opening and closing her mouth, trying to figure out what to say. Y/n took a shaky breath. "Kiri, I'm-" Y/n stopped. How would he react? "I think I'm pregnant."

Instead of yelling, throwing her off his lap, or getting mad Eijiro smiled faintly pulling Y/n into a tight hug. He stroked along her back, whispering to her, gently. "Do you need anything to eat, Pebs?"

Y/n started crying again instead of answering him, so relieved by his reaction she couldn't speak for a while. Finally, she said, "What will the class think? Your friends, Mr. Aizawa?"

Eijiro pulled back from holding Y/n in his arms. "If they say anything that makes you feel like they don't like you," he made a slashing motion with his hand, "they can suck it. You're perfect, no matter what you look like."

After about four months Y/n had started showing. People had given Y/n weird looks, but a glare from her boyfriend always seemed to shut them up.

One day in particular she, Kiri, Mina, Denki, and Bakugo were all going to a restaurant to celebrate all of them passing their math test that day. When they got in it was oddly empty, but Y/n chalked it up to being a slower day. It was four pm on a Tuesday, after all.

When they all sat down, a waitress came over and took their orders, smiling at Y/n. Bakugo reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone. Mina huffed and slapped it away from him, glaring at Denki, who promptly stopped reaching for his own phone.

"We're here to celebrate. But, Kiri, do you want to go first?" Mina asked, nodding slightly towards Y/n. Kirishima made a noise of agreement, before reaching into his own pocket. Y/n went to stop him, thinking he was getting out his phone, when she noticed he was holding a box.

Y/n stopped in her tracks when her boyfriend opened up the box to reveal a ring. Before Kirishima could say anything Y/n laughed out a yes before wrapping her - fiancé, now - in a hug and kissing him as the food arrived.

Y/n's mother, father, younger sister, and the rest of 1-A all came out from behind tables and chairs, holding streamers. "Don't do that!" Iida yelled when someone started throwing confetti.

Y/n wanted to cry. She had such amazing friends.

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Y/n held her daughter in her arms, gently rocking her as she put a single bun in the oven. She smiled in spite of herself, remembering how nervous she'd been the first time she'd told her husband she was pregnant. That was almost five years ago, and now they were expecting a - planned - baby.

Y/n set Sara down when she heard the door open and let her daughter run to greet Kirishima.

This was her dream.

[lazystar]

Black Cat Energy

Himbo!Changbin x BlackCat!Reader

Office Spin Off

WC: 3.6K

A/N: if you are of drinking age take a shot for every disney reference I make lmfao A MASSIVE MASSIVE thank you to @yourfavbinerdgf for being my beta reader and editor for all of my work ilysm bby! Our reader is v closed off and tbh a mood, we stan Bin

CW: Alcohol consumption, Reader is harassed whilst intoxicated, Iris is the name of Y/N from Jeongin’s fic!

Most people would characterize someone who worked as a receptionist or secretary to be bright and bubbly. Someone who had a similar personality to characters like Erin or Kelly from The Office. You however, were much more aloof, blunt, sometimes even standoffish. You focused on ensuring everyone had what they needed, that calls were transferred correctly, files were sent out to the right recipients, and your ever growing hatred for the copier for always jamming.

You often received the comparison to the black cat personality archetype. At first you were a bit confused as to how that fit you, until your friend Iris from sales explained the meme to you one night over wine. Her boyfriend Jeongin was out with friends so girls night was held at their shared apartment. As the two of you applied your clay face masks and sipped your zinfandels she went into heavy detail about how you perfectly embodied the classic “black cat gf” personality type.

“Come on Y/N! It perfectly sums you up, you’re antisocial except around people you care about, you can be very closed off when upset, you literally own a black cat, you are perpetually exhausted, you have trust issues, you—”

“Okay, okay, okay! Shit I didn’t expect you to read me like a fucking therapist!” You laughed and smacked her arm whilst she tried to keep expanding on how you were so like Raven from Teen Titans. “Also why did you bring my baby Byeol into this?!” she gave you a side eye stare in response. The two of you continued to joke around and finish your girls night skincare routines until the front door opened and the loud raucous laughs of the boys broke the ambiance of the living room. Piling in was Jeongin, Hyunjin, Minho, and Changbin. The four were clearly a little drunk and they locked eyes with you and Iris who had been sitting on the couch in your fluffy robes, adorned with matching Kuromi and My Melody headbands, sheet masks, and watching the latest episodes of some drama that one of the other girls in the office recommended with high praise for the male lead actor’s visuals and performance.

“WAITTT IT WAS GIRLS NIGHT AND SPA NIGHT?! WHY WASN’T I INVITED?!!!” Changbin whined and stomped over to you and Iris. You looked over at your dear friend with an eye roll, kiss to your teeth and an expression that read ‘who’s gonna tell him?’. She laughed and shooed him away with a ‘next time maybe okay?’ and this satisfied the brawny male. However her promise-not-promise stuck in his head more than you wish it did.

Being the marketing department’s receptionist-secretary, it unfortunately gave Changbin easy access to constantly harass you about girls night. It was almost comical how he begged and pleaded to know when he could waltz over to your apartment to sit in a fluffy robe, with his Sanrio headband, and sip a cocktail alongside you and Iris. He wanted to spend time with you and brighten the cloudy aura you carried, turn your cold expression into a smile. Which he surprisingly succeeded at several times before, only for you to catch yourself and return to your resting bitch face. Changbin found your icy personality insanely attractive, he liked how assertive you were, how you had this aloof air of ‘I could care less’ about you. He wanted to break your walls down and get to know you, but getting you to trust him would be a challenge. But Changbin loved a good challenge.

It started with him coming in early to leave a note on your desk. An anonymous compliment about your ability to keep the ship that was the marketing department afloat. Anonymous compliments about the way you took care of others, compliments regarding your emphasis on boundaries, compliments about how organized you were, silly little memes here and there, and as his confidence grew he started leaving clues in his notes that it was him.

“Oooo new note from your admirer? What does it say?!” Iris cooed as she walked with you to your desk, she had a meeting first thing with the marketing team handling one of her clients’ latest campaigns so she chose to hunker down with you until it began.

“Well it’s a longer one today and ooo they even left me a coffee and pastry. Ugh they really do get me! Hmm okay it says ‘Y/N, check some of the notes from the past few weeks! If you can match up the clues you might just figure out who I may be. If you need to find out where to start just follow your HEART, if it seems to lead you astray take a step back and look again for the KEY, good luck my dear and remember, you are brighter than any STAR in the sky.’ subtlety is definitely not mister admirer’s strong suit. Okay so ‘heart, key, star….” you had set aside all of the notes and had picked up on the patterns he had drawn on each of them. Sure enough you found the three notes he had indicated and on the back of them were the letters C H A… but when you looked at the other ones he had left there were no more letters on the back. You were stumped and honestly sad, you had hoped that it would reveal that the goofy, beefy, sweet, team lead who had basically given up on crashing girls night was your admirer. But, CHA could be honestly anyone, far too many names began with those three letters, but all you wanted it to be was Changbin. Changbin with his blatant flirting, adorable clumsiness, infectious laugh, face illuminating grin, and other qualities that had made you smile when nobody was watching, the man had started to win you over. He reminded you oddly enough of Kronk from Emperor’s New Groove. He was passionate about his hobbies, beefy, not always the brightest, but damn did he care for those he adored. You hoped he still adored you even though you kept up your icy facade, you didn’t like letting people in, it made you uncomfortable. Changbin however, he had made you feel a bit more comfortable with allowing yourself to be open.

You shook your head from your office crush filled thoughts and looked over at your partner in crime Iris as you two analyzed the clues.

“C…H…A…? Girl that could be anyone!” Iris looked over at you with a raised brow and matching ‘WTF’ expression. She noticed your sagging shoulders and longing gaze over at Changbin who was animatedly talking to the new girl on the team, sure your boss Chan was there supervising but Iris saw the way your gaze flitted to your black pumps and the pilling carpet. “It could be anyone but let me guess, you wish it was Gaston huh?” She said almost pityingly.

“Pffft no, and come on isn’t it obvious he’s so much more of a Kronk or Kristoff than a Gaston. I mean look at him, he would so give his pet their own voice any chance he could!” You gently elbowed her and smiled before quickly fixing your expression to your classic slight glare and nudged her out of your desk area. “Now shoo shoo your meeting is in 10 minutes and I have shit to do.” Iris laughed, covertly flipped you off and texted Jeongin a quick message about their operation to get their friends together. Jeongin was sick of Changbin’s pining after you, and Iris wanted you to be happy. So of course the couple just HAD to play Cupid, Changbin had been getting advice on his love notes to you from the pair and so far so good. That is until a few days later when you saw his excitement when talking with the new girl, a sweet, bubbly, young lady named Hana. She was the exact opposite of you, she matched Changbin’s energy perfectly, she was who you wish you were. She was like the sun, whereas you were like the moon and unfortunately you didn’t realize that Changbin preferred the gentler light the moon provided.

You began to just set aside the notes, not even bothering to solve the puzzle. You also pushed away the treats and gifts left for you on your desk. You began to close yourself off again, ignoring invitations to get drinks and meals after work, ignoring karaoke invitations. You would come in, work, then go home to be with Byeol. Changbin noticed the change the moment it began, he was confused, hurt,

and scared you were silently rejecting him. Hana, his new friend who had heard all about you from him, even said that you might just not know what to do with the information that he is your admirer. But Changbin knew you better than Hana,

something was wrong.

This revelation led Changbin to your front door. He was in his work clothes, carrying a tote bag holding a matching set of new robes, matching headbands, new skincare, and a lot of your favorite snacks. He anxiously rocked back and forth on his feet as he knocked on your door.

“UGH IRIS I SAID I DIDN'T WANT— Oh! Uh, hi? Changbin?” you laughed embarrassed at him hearing your annoyed shouting. You crossed your arms and popped your hip as you looked at him expectantly. Your quirked brow and questioning gaze conveyed your confusion at his presence. He sheepishly smiled at you and held up the shopping bags in his hands.

“Sorry, I’m no Iris and it’s not Friday but I thought maybe we could have our own girls night? You’ve seemed a bit down and I thought you could use a little cheer up!” His awkward smile made you internally sigh with admiration at him. He looked so handsome with the flush on his face, you couldn’t fight back a matching shy smile and gestured for him to come inside.

“Changbin you sweetheart I would love to have a girls night with you.” That sentence lead to where you are now, drunkenly cuddling up to your crush in matching fluffy robes and singing along to “Love is an Open Door.” from Frozen. “Binnie, you are such a Kristoff! You know that?” You giggled was the movie played on in the background, you couldn’t help but focus on his face as you leaned on his shoulder.

“Gee Y/N that’s such a compliment! He’s like the best character!”

“See that’s where you are wrong it’s obviously Olaf like helloooo he basically carries the story on his back!”

“I don’t think snowmen have backs?”

“You are so lucky you are cute because honey you surely aren’t serious right now.” You shushed his protests and gave him a look that told him not to argue with you. His breath caught in his chest as he was caught up in the sensation of you burrowing further into his hold as the movie played on.

Not even ten minutes later you look up at him, wine clouding your mind as you let another smile grace your face, “Bin? What Disney character am I most like?”

“Meg from Hercules, easily one of the best!” Without another prompt you both turned on the classic film’s soundtrack and sang your hearts out. As you both sang you pointed out his similarities to the namesake character and this oddly stuck with you, maybe your own Hunkules as the Muses would say was right in front of you? But like Meg you did not want to admit that you were in love, but come check the grin you are at least in the crushing stage.

As spring warmed into summer campaign season encroached like a tiger. This was when marketing and advertising was swamped with planning for the upcoming year, analyzing trends, looking at numbers. The office became everyone’s second home as the coffee machine was constantly being refilled with water and grounds, and the most busy people even brought sleeping mats to their desks. It was the chaos you found yourself thriving in, fielding calls, fixing printer jams, checking spreadsheets, you were at your prime in the fast paced rush of the workday. Busy seasons like the holidays and summers brought you some serenity as they were a distraction from your perpetual state of internal turmoil. You worked best under pressure as it cleansed your mind like a soft rain cleansed the earth.

One mild summer Friday you found yourself slumped over a bar counter, your third margarita of the night on its last dregs as you began to work yourself into another classic Y/N existential crisis. Iris as per usual by your side lamenting in her texts to Jeongin about how you needed to stop being so blind to the reality around you. A rough week of lost files, annoying clients, rude phone calls, etc. lead you two into the bar along with a few other coworkers. The rest of the crowd had left a bit ago to turn in for the night and your dear friend had sobered up and had turned into your babysitter as the alcohol turned off your usual cold front.

“Iris, I-UGH! I don’t know what to do, I like him genuinely but like he’s the complete opposite of me! There’s girls like Hana that make so much more sense. He’s gonna leave as soon as he realizes I’m a mess and I’m—”

“Y/N baby love with all due adoration and respect please shut the FUCK UP!” She bops you upside the head and laughs as you whine about how it hurt. “I gotta go gorgeous. I have brunch with my planner for Jeongin and I’s big day.” You pathetically nod and flag the bartender for another drink, then another, and one more until you’re cut off. Your drunk thoughts began to wander to how lucky your best friend was, she was engaged to her soulmate! Yet here you were drunkenly pining over a man who had gone out of his way to make you smile and laugh, but that’s just who he was; he was better suited for the more outgoing girl with fewer walls built around her heart.

A sigh left your lips as you stumbled toward the bar door, pulling out your phone to text the only person you knew wasn’t busy. Sadly for you it was the man you were lamenting over, Changbin.

Y/N: Binnnieeee mdrubk at thebrar! Can yougettmeeee!!!

BinBin: Oh God you’re wasted aren’t you? Send me your location princess. I'm on my way.

*Y/N began sharing location!*

Y/N: Thabj yuu BinBin lobe yoi!

In his apartment Changbin clutched his phone tighter to his chest. Lobe yoi filled his vision, he knew you meant to type “love you” which could be a platonic sign of affection but it could also mean you returned his feelings. As he gathered his keys with a new pep in his step and hope in his heart he hoped sober Y/N would admit the truth even if it broke his heart.

You slumped on a bench just outside the bar and waited for Changbin to pick you up. He has let you know he was about ten minutes away and to stay out under the street lamps so he could see you. You sat on your phone and had gotten comfortable on the bench, that was until a group of drunken twenty-somethings crossed your path and set their sights on you.

“Hey gorgeous! What’s ya name?” One called out as he swaggered towards you. You saw the soju bottle in his hands and glowered at his arrogant approach. You hated drunken entitled men more than you hated how the interns jammed the printers every day.

“What’s it to ya?” You spit out and looked at your phone, Changbin was about three minutes away according to his last text from a red light.

“Well my friends and I hate the idea of a beautiful lady such as yourself out here in these dangerous streets alone! Join us for some ramen honey!” He smirked and held his hand out towards you. You were growing more annoyed by the second and just flipped him off and told him to get lost. His smirk changed to a sneer as he grasped your wrist and tugged you upwards to stand in front of him. His friends began to circle in around you. “You really should be kinder to strangers sweetheart, you’re playing a dangerous game.” You sobered up and began to panic when you heard a car door slam shut behind you. Your worst fear of being kidnapped was about to come true, you scrambled for your phone and bag as the men grew closer. Your heart pounded with a roar of blood flow flooding your ears.

“Y/N! Baby I was so worried!” Changbin’s voice brought a wave of comfort over you as he wrenched your wrist from the other male’s grip. Your head whipped toward him and tears flooded your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and placed a comforting kiss on your temple. “Play along.” He whispered into your hair. “Don’t run off like that again angel, you had me worried sick! I know the cat outside the bar was cute but we don’t just go off to pet it.” You glare at him with an expression that screamed “are you fucking kidding me?” but chose to stamp your foot and begin sadly playing along.You wanted to kick his shin and curse him out. Instead you acted like the ditzy girlfriend to the caring and cautious boyfriend Changbin portrayed to the group of leering drunk men. The group of men tried to make some derogatory remarks about you being out for the taking but Changbin subtly flexed as he grabbed your waist to hold you close as he played the role of comforting boyfriend. As soon as the group of men had wandered off he brought you to the car and made sure you were unharmed. He buckled you in, wiped the tears that had unknowingly fallen from your eyes. He reached across the console of the car and smiled at you as you put some music on the radio and sent him a thankful smile. It took several assurances that you were alright before he began to drive toward your apartment building.

“Y/Nnie, would you like some food before I get you home?” He asks over the music filling in as background noise to the ride home. You nod and demand the most comforting meal of all, McDonalds. Soon enough a bag is housed on the console between you both as you split nuggets, fries, and sodas. You start to sober up and feel a grin crossing your features as you look at him. You can’t help but notice how your heart thumps against your chest, how you smile every time he’s near, the curve of his jaw, his nose bridge, his petal shaped lips, his twinkling eyes, just how beautiful he is.

“Do I have french fry on my face?” He asked with genuine concern.

“Oh no! You’re just so pretty.” You slap a hand over your lips and he chuckles at your embarrassment. “I said that out loud didn’t I”

“You did beautiful girl, you did just say that outloud.” He waggled his eyebrows toward you trying to defuse the tension.

“Beautiful girl? Me? Huh?” You point to yourself and give him a look of astonishment and shake your head. “You sure you’re not the drunk one Bin?”

“I am as sober as ever. Now my angel, let's try this all again tomorrow when you are sober, if you mean what you said I’ll take you on the best date of your life.” He smiles and escorts you to your door, refusing to leave until you give him a playful glare filled kiss on the cheek.

The following morning you find yourself spending time on your daily routine, and spending more time on your makeup and hair than you usually would. One call from Changbin later and you are sitting at a table mimosa in hand, blushing at every single compliment he gives you. He cleans the whole secret admirer debacle and house and really just wanted a chance to get to know you beyond your mutual friendship with Iris and work environment. Soon enough brunch turns into lunch, turns into dinner, and it was only when your very irritated waiter informs you both that the restaurant is about to close that you finally leave. The two of you continue to go on similar dates where they seem to last forever. All the while Iris is delighted that you have finally found some sort of happiness. You and your resident Hercules become sort of a powerhouse couple among your coworkers, your scary glares work well to defend your work family from irrational clients and Changbin’s angelic smile does well to ease these clients into a proper meeting dynamic. Your dichotomy of your begrudging smiles and his over the top declarations of adoration make those around you chuckle. Iris and Jeongin couldn’t help but smile at the two of you, knowing their friends had found their perfect match. Unfortunately for your bosses though, Changbin was less apt to complete his work insisting he was now your assistant and was “helping” you but in reality he would lean over your shoulder and admire you as you worked.

But, for what it’s worth at least out loud you would say you were in love. Your hero didn’t need to slay a hydra to win your heart nor did he have to pull you from the River Styx he just had to be himself and help you break down your walls.

The End

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[fireflylitsky]

For the WIP ask meme: what's Melonverse?

So this is actually a kind of absurd OC x OC fic 😂 Basically @qettleqorn has this amazingly fun Nara OC, Michi, who is very handsome, charming, funny, intelligent, slutty, and all sorts of flawed (complimetary) and y'know, I just love him. (He's actually half Nara, half Yamanaka, which makes him cousins with Inoichi and I love that too because someone should give Inoichi a hard time)

Bada bing bada boom, now I've got this 25k word wip about my girly Izumi, single mother of twins making a living off a melon stand in Konoha market, and Michi, who is absolutely not the the father. He definitely did not have a one night stand a couple years ago which lead to these kids. He was definitely not shocked when he ran into her at the village market and saw two little rugrats strapped to her (one of which looks like his tiny replica, and the other has his very distinct ears). And no, he isn't slowly growing more and more fond of them over time. He's totally cool and chill about all of this. He doesn't mention any potential relation to the girls, and neither does she.

Long story short, it's like anything I tend to write. Slow burn. Kinda goofy. Dramatic. I actually write Michi more than I do my own OC 😂he's a lot of fun. And Q is a champ about letting me just take him and run, and reading whatever the brain spits out.

I'll leave a snippet of him, Anko, and Inoichi. For context, Izumi has been undergoing investigation by T&I due to her unfortunate ties to Orochimaru. Inoichi's been searching her mind to try to either find out if she's clear, or an informant, and ends up discovering her unspoken past relationship with Michi, and the fact that he has two secret little nieces. Basically Inoichi wants to Parent Trap Michi and Izumi alkjflsadkj

The office door cracks open and Anko’s smiling face pops out. “Nara Michi here at the asscrack of dawn? Never thought I’d see the day.”

He stretches out, bringing his hands to lace behind his head and gives her a lazy smile in a display of expertly crafted nonchalance. “I’ve always been full of surprises, Anko, you just never let me show you.”

“Hm, it’s like I have common sense or something."

“Or something,” he agrees in good humor. “He almost ready in there or what?”

“Yeah, yeah. You know how he is, Mr. By-The-Book. He’s just finishing up, but he says you can come in if you want.”

Yes, he wants. 

Michi gets up and follows her into a fairly large, shared office space. Anko sits in the back corner. Inoichi is at the desk front and center.

“Good morning,” Inoichi greets absently, focused on the explosion of paperwork before him. “Sorry, I’m almost done. You can have a seat.”

“No worries,” Michi lies, and to his credit, it sounds very believable. This isn’t his first, second or third rodeo, and he recognizes immediately what Inoichi is doing. He’s putting a file together. A work order. Meaning Michi is there to receive a job assignment.

This is a problem. 

Michi doesn’t want a job assignment. He wants an update. One that he can’t openly ask about with Anko in the room. 

“Got a job for me?” Michi asks, wanting to confirm his suspicions on the off chance his gut is wrong. It’s usually not though. 

“I do,” Inoichi murmurs, clacking a small stack of papers on the desk until they align into a nice, neat packet. Punching a staple through it first, he holds it out to Michi with a finite sigh. “The details are all there. Your charge will be a civilian woman.” Inoichi delivers the order just as he would any. “And by proxy, her two children.”

Well then. Isn’t this a fun little game they get to play in front of Anko now.

Michi takes the packet casually, skimming it over as he sits on the edge of Inoichi’s desk. “This is a protection order,” he realizes aloud.

“Yes. For two weeks��tentatively.”

Michi looks at Inoichi and the two exchange a subtly knowing look, lingering in it for just a moment.

Inoichi clears his throat, breaking the silence before it can stretch on too long. “I know it’s not your usual job detail, but based on the qualifications requested, you were selected.”

“Makes me curious about those qualifications,” Michi mumbles, still reading.

“The request is in there.” Inoichi gestures to the packet. “By all means, look it over. It should be a fairly easy job. It’s more precautionary than anything. Think of it as being a bodyguard for a couple weeks.”

With a humorous snort, Anko interjects from the corner, “He means babysitter. You don’t even have to leave the village.”

“Oh, well that’s perfect,” Michi says. “Think of all the experience I have from watching Ino.”

Inoichi looks mildly amused. “Yes, well, Ino didn’t have a bounty out for her live capture.”

“That you know of.”

Anko snickers quietly, half paying attention as she fills out some forms. Inoichi just sighs. “Regardless, feel free to step it up a notch on this one, Michi.”

“I’m steppin’, I’m steppin’,” Michi defends, sounding pretty unconcerned about the whole thing. Like a cool guy. A very cool guy. Definitely not a guy playing this out like speed shogi in his head, trying to frantically decide if this is a very good or very bad turn of events. Does he love Inoichi right now or does he hate him? He needs more information.  “Alright so what’s the deal with this woman? Civilian with a bounty? I’m interested.”

“You should be, she’s cute,” Anko pipes up cheekily from her corner, still scribbling away.

“Oh yeah?” Michi questions, as if he isn’t fully aware of how cute she is. “As cute as you?”

Inoichi scoffs under his breath at them, but they’re used to his disgruntled noises and ignore them happily.

“Mm,” she hums in thought before deciding, “different kind of cute.”

“Alright, alright,” he muses. “I think I can work with that.”

“She’s also really sweet though, so be nice.”

“What are you talking about? I’m always nice.”

“Hm, weird,” Anko feigns confusion with a cock of her head, “You’re pronouncing ‘incorrigible bastard’ wrong.”

Michi clicks his tongue with a sigh. “Ah, sorry, I’m actually not accepting insults before 7am.”

“Aw, is little Michi tired?” Anko coos.

“Maybe.” He shrugs. “If I said yes, would you get me a coffee?”

She looks at him, amused, and lets out a long sigh before standing up with a stretch. “Y’know, you’re lucky you’re pretty.”

“What a coincidence, so are you—lucky, that is. That I’m pretty. You’re the one that gets to look at me so much, after all.” Another sigh from Inoichi. At this point it's practically a game for Michi and Anko.

Anko just scoffs with a shake of her head. “Like I said, incorrigible bastard.”

“That’s a ‘yes’, right?”

“That’s an ‘I was going to get some for myself anyway, and since you’re looking so adorably pathetic, sure, I’ll take pity on you’.”

“Nice.”

She laughs on her way out. He’s fairly certain it’s at him and not with him. Either way, he’s won here because not only has he gotten rid of her, he’s getting a coffee out of it.

Inoichi gives him the most deadpan look in the history of deadpan looks. “You two should be separated.”

As an expert in sidestepping his dear cousin’s disapproval, Michi moves right along, waggling the work order in the air. “What kind of strings are you pulling to get me on this?”

[stedesbonnets]

hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

thank you anon! this is so much fun. you've created such a nice, loving atmosphere in the fandom today! <3

obviously i'm gonna start with @theosrose my beloved. i am eternally grateful for their friendship. they are the nicest, sweetest, kindest and funniest person i have ever met. they just get me so much and i can be myself when i'm around them, i don't have to worry about anything. i can't thank them enough for always reading my fics and supporting me in so many other ways, and i can only hope the feeling is mutual. if there is one thing this site has given me that i'n grateful for, it's them

(meme fully intended) i have only known @aroacefrenchie for like, 2 months, but if anything happened to her--well, i wouldn't kill anyone, but the bottom line is that jums has become one of my favorite people on this site. so kind and soo funny, i love our conversations, i could talk with her for hours and never get bored. i'm really grateful for our friendship and i'm so glad being stem students brought us together <33

@xoxoemynn marianne is the kindest and sweetest soul i've ever encountered. seeing her on the dash just makes me smile. incredible writer, and i trust her opinion dearly. love you bestie!!

@blakbonnet i think everyone will agree that meow is one of the coolest people in the fandom, but very accepting and very friendly. i remember not having lots of friends in the fandom, and being welcomed by her was so very kind, i still don't take it for granted. i love our conversations, discussions, theory sharing, skincare talk, just everything.

@wecanbepirates this list cannot be complete without sarah!! her kindness always brings a smile to my face. she is so uplifting, with such welcoming and joyful aura. i always get so happy when i see her on the dash 💖💖💖

@asneakyfox has the absolute best metas, they just take anything i lowkey pick on and write it all down in such a beautiful, accurate way. like i am always standing up clapping whenever i read one of their posts, just WOW

@jellybeanium124 nina my jewutual!! always, always makes me laugh. it is honestly so nice to have another jew in the fandom, it really makes me feel not alone. like, i know there is someone who will understand me. i'm really happy to know you 💖💖💖

love you all!!!