#and get even mildly popular

[vocalsynthbdays]

Bebo Akapane’s birthday is coming up on October 29th. Just a heads up. He’s not that well known but theres one person who makes covers with him! Im friends with said person btw!

- Bebo’s voice provider

oh thank you for letting me know !! i absolutely do not mind posting about unknown synths; ive got some with like literally zero covers, or with no wiki nor db entries, so ill gladly post about bebo !

[cable-salamdr]

Nah man this 8ft black and white thing wandered onto my lawn AGAIN this is the third time I’m calling his husband to come pick them up!!!

(dsmp posting in 2024?? When the last thing I’ve drawn digitally of them was in April 2022???? Wiiiilllddd. What am I even doing.)

[atalana]

supergiant you can't keep toying with my heart like this re: aro mel

[licoryce]

genuine question why is mpreg such a common joke with the newer shadvani shippers and why is it 9 times out of 10 pregnant sm1lk 😭

[xmoonlitxdreamx]

for other reference: my roadhog ships are much less varied, sorry;; my roadhog ships are roadrat (truly mainly this), roadhog/lifeweaver, vaguely some degree of mercyhog, and vaguely toadhog. But i also imagine roadhog being kinda down for whatever as long as junkrat is there too. (????)

[mamawasatesttube]

the roulette wheel of which of one's given fics actually get attention on ao3 vs which really don't is so strange. i guess people overall generally prefer short fic (which i already knew but definitely am seeing further reinforced!) and also don't tend to read things tagged for heavier angst so much? but it's kind of funny that the fic i wrote in like an hour and didn't edit at all last night already has more kudos than amok tim, which i was working on in bits and pieces since august and edited a fair amount. the mystery of what does and what doesn't attract people's interest continues on...

[yourhoeshorses]

Wait a second... can someone with more understanding of fandom cultures explain something to me?

Do people ship characters because they believe they are going to be a cannon thing????? I thought it was just for fun?? I'm like, oh these two characters seem fun together, what if they dated. I just be mixing and matching these bitches I legit dgaf if it actually happens or not.

Maybe it's just whatever weird end of tiktok I'm on, or maybe it's just something I never picked up on until now, but like,,, people will say, "oh these ships are invalid cuz they won't be cannon" OK????? AND??? It's just fun

Like I remember being a kid and watching shows and my friends being like oh did you see that (insert ship name) scene???? Like girl I don't care. Two characters could never have interacted and I'm gonna ship them.

And that's all I thought it ever was? Is it like,, different now or some shit?

[fantastic-mr-corvid]

im only about a thousand words off have posted more words on ao3 this year so far than last year and the year before combined... and im so so much happier with ever single piece of writing!

[darkwood-hollows]

anyways i think it's really fucking weird that when people treat creators, blog owners, artists/writers, etc. in the rudest, most unreasonable way the dialogue becomes "well that creator/blog owners/artist/writer shouldn't be online" and not "maybe we should treat other users online with respect and dignity."

[korattata]

jfc

[alpaca-clouds]

Why the media CEOs will always learn the wrong lessons

Yesterday a friend and I talked about how the entire (AAA) game industrie looked at BG3 being as popular as it is and going: "Oh, we need to produce 100+ hour games, I guess! Those sell!" Which... obviously is not why it is popular. The game is not popular because it has 100+ hours of gameplay, but because it has engaging characters, that are well-acted and that work as good hooks for the players. Like, let's face it: The reason why I so far have sunken 160 hours into this game is, because I wanna spend time with these characters - and because I wanna give them their happy endings.

But the same has happened too, just a bit earlier this year, right? When Barbie broke the 1 billion and every Hollywood CEO went: "Oh, so the people want movies based on toy franchises! Got it!" To which the internet at large replied: "... How is that the lesson you learned from this?"

Well, let me explain to you, why this is the lesson they learn: It is because the CEOs and the boards of directors at large are not artists or even engaged with the medium they produce. They mostly are economists. And their dry little hearts do not understand stuff more complex than numbers and spread sheets.

That sounds evil, I know, but... It is sadly the truth. When they look at a successful movie/series/game/book/comic, they look at it as a product, not a piece of art or narrative. It is just a product that has very clear metrics.

To them Barbie is not a movie with interesting stylistic choices that stand out from the majority of high budget action blockbusters. It is a toy movie with mildly feminist themes.

Or Oppenheimer is not a movie to them with a strong visual language and good acting direction. No, it is a historical blockbuster.

And this is true for basically every form of media. I mean, books are actually a fairly good example. In my life I do remember the big book fads that happened. When Harry Potter was a success, there was at least a dozen other "magical school" book series being released. When Twilight was a big success there was suddenly an endless number of "teen girl falls in love with bad boy, who is [magical creature]" YA. When the Hunger Games was a success, there were hundreds of "YA dystopia" books. Meanwhile in adult reading, we had the big "next Game of Throne" fad.

Of course, the irony is, that within each of those fads there might have been one or two somewhat successful series - but never even one that came even close to whatever started the fad.

Or with movies, we have seen it, too. When Avengers broke the 1 billion (which up to this point only few movies did) the studios went: "Ooooooh, so we need shared universe film series" - and then all went to try and fail to create their own cinematic universe.

Because the people, who call the shots, are just immensely desinterested in the thing they are selling. They do not really care about the content. All they care about is having a supposedly easy avenue of selling it. Just as they do not care about the consumer. All they care about is that the consumer buys it. Why he buys it... Well, they do not care. They could not care less, in fact.

So, yeah, get ready for a 20 overproduced games with a bloated 100+ hours of empty gameplay, but without the engaging characters. And for like at least 15 more moves based on some toy franchise, that nobody actually cares about.

And then get ready for all the CEOs to do the surprised Pikachu face, when all of that ends up not financially successful.

Really, I read some interviews yesterday from some AAA-studio CEOs and their blatant shock and missing understanding on why BG3 works for so many people.

Because, yeah... capitalism does not appreciate art. Capitalism does not understand art. It only understands spread sheets.

[sleeplessdreamer14]

𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌

fandom: gravity falls

relationship: stanford pines x reader

summary: the moment Ford realized he liked you. 

contains: stan being stan, the uh-oh moment, and pining

Ford wasn’t the most social person, to put it plainly. Despite his popularity amongst his teachers at school and the odd handful of classmates, he normally preferred his own company, otherwise his family’s. It had been that way for a long time, and it seemed like it would remain so for the foreseeable future.

And so it did. That is, until he met you, which he did not see coming. 

You had this welcoming presence about you, that much was clear by the way you spoke to him for the first time in the seventh grade, remaining mostly unfazed by his sixth digit aside from the initial surprise. The first time he caught himself rambling about parapsychology and anomalistics, he found no judgment or disinterest in your expression. In fact, you were actually listening, setting down whatever you were doing just to give him your undivided attention. That was a first. It felt nice to have someone (who wasn’t his brother or mother) listen to him. 

And the energy was returned, as he indulged your interests too. Before he knew it, Ford would often seek out your company, whether his brother was available or not, and the two of you could usually be found bouncing ideas off of each other. The room seemed to brighten when you came into view, your presence made him feel comfortably warm inside. Whenever you two parted ways, it always felt too soon, just like it did now.

“Oh my gosh.”

Stan’s voice drew Ford’s attention away from you as you left.

“What?” he asked, mildly perturbed by the wily grin on his brother’s face. Stan just chuckled and nudged him, “You’ve got it so bad, it’s almost embarrassing.” he teased, to which Ford lightly shoved him away, beginning their route back home from the pier. 

“Stanley, come on. They’re my friend just as they are yours. They’re good company.” he said, glancing off to the side, as if that could conceal the rosy pink hue on his face, but Stan remained undeterred. “Sixer, face it. You’re whipped with a capital wh-pshh!” he said, smacking one hand with his other for emphasis. 

“I am not- look, [Name] is very kind and a good friend, I appreciate that. It’s not like I lie awake at night thinking about them.”

Several hours later, it was well past nightfall and everyone in the Pines household was fast asleep, save Ford. 

Up on the top bunk, he laid on his back, hands folded over his midriff as his chest heaved slowly and his heart thrummed steadily beneath its surface. That warmth was still present, especially around his face. His conversation with Stanley had been playing on loop all evening.

Of course Ford liked you, heck, he was crazy about you. You were so nice to him and fun to be around, your enthusiasm was so endearing, and you never treated his abnormalities as though they were defects.

And you weren’t bad to look at either, of course, like earlier that afternoon on the boardwalk when the sun’s light highlighted your features. He could stare at you for hours. The way you diminished his resolve just by looking his way and smiling at him was so positively-

Oh.

Oh. 

“Oh no.”

Ford could just faintly hear a sleepy chuckle from his brother in the bunk below him. 

if this gets enough notes I’ll write a part 2

[kunareads]

gq couple's interview

first installment of the bed chem shorts collection! these two are very special to me and i don't know if i'll ever be ready to part with them so here we are lol.

idek if i like this but i miss them !!!

wc: 1.2k of FLUFF

series masterlist / full masterlist

“hi gq! we’re here to do a couple’s quiz today. satoru is going to fail.”

satoru gasps, pressing a hand to his chest like you’ve wounded him. “i literally know everything about you.”

you don’t even blink. “what’s my middle name?”

his lips part. he hesitates. do you have a middle name?

the producer chimes in. “you’ll both guess the other person’s answer. if you match, you get a point.”

“what do we win?” satoru asks.

“confirmation that you know me the way you think you do,” you deadpan.

“well that’s a terrible incentive,” he pouts.

[ round one: the basics ]

what's their favorite color?

you both write your answers. satoru taps his marker against his chin like he’s deep in thought. you tap your board twice before holding it close to your chest.

once you’re both done, you flip the marker in your hand. “this is easy. blue.”

satoru flips his board with a flourish. “blue, obviously. yours is blue, too.”

you flip your board, shaking your head at him. “rainbow.”

he blinks. “i—what?”

you nod sagely. “all of them, satoru. keep up.”

satoru looks directly at the camera.

y/n: 1 | satoru: 0

what's their coffee order?

satoru takes his sweet time, drawing something on the board.

“you don’t like coffee,” you say.

he nods as he flips his board. it says ‘no coffee!’ with a picture of a tiny frowning coffee cup with crossed arms.

“what’s mine?” you ask him, squinting.

he leans back in his chair, smiling triumphantly. “espresso.”

you take a deep breath, then flip your board to him. “iced coffee with three pumps of vanilla sweet cream.”

satoru looks at you like you’re forgetting something. “babe. the song.”

“i do not drink espresso, satoru.”

“but in the song—”

“a song is not a personality trait!”

y/n: 2 | satoru: 0

sweet or savory?

you both write your answers quickly.

you smile at him. “sweet.”

he reveals his answer: “sweet. yours is sweet, too.”

you show him your board. “sweet.”

he grins at you. “see? and you doubted me.”

y/n: 3 | satoru: 1

[ round two: mildly concerning confessions ]

what's their guilty pleasure?

satoru pauses for a beat before writing, biting the end of his marker in deep contemplation.

you smirk. “yours is rom-coms. and you cry at them.”

satoru flips his board over. “skincare.”

“that’s fair. you take, like, 45 minutes in the bathroom at night.”

“i have to let each step sink in.” then, dead serious: “your guilty pleasure is falling asleep to true crime because it ‘helps you relax.’ this causes me physical distress at night.”

you hesitate with a sheepish smile before flipping the board. “true crime.”

he shakes his head. “you’re lucky you’re cute.”

y/n: 3 | satoru: 2

what's their go-to karaoke song?

you both write with confidence.

“it’s bed chem for him.”

he flips the board. “bed chem.”

“you’re so full of yourself, satoru.”

he rests a cheek on his hand. “if i don’t sing my own song, who will?”

“and what’s my karaoke song?”

satoru taps his marker against the table on beat. “you’re gonna be popular,” he sings.

you show your answer: “popular from the wicked soundtrack.”

he throws his hands up. “i’m unstoppable.”

you smile at him. “two in a row. you feeling confident?”

he grins back at you. “absolutely. this is my redemption arc.”

y/n: 4 | satoru: 3

what's their drunk habit?

he’s already giggling to himself as he writes. you shoot him a look before finishing your own answer.

“you have zero volume control after one drink.”

satoru scoffs, flipping his board: “becomes an excellent singer.”

you groan. “oh my god, satoru.”

he nods wisely. “it’s true. i ascend vocally.”

you shake your head and address the camera. “bed chem is not just his karaoke song. it’s also what he subjects everyone to when he’s allowed to drink. especially the falsettos at the end.”

satoru leans in. “you’re just jealous. moving on, yours is that you have to pee every ten minutes.”

you shake your head and flip the board. “competitive.” he bursts out laughing, making you roll your eyes. “i hate losing, okay?”

he shakes his head, still giggling. “no, you don’t just ‘hate losing.’ you cried over a game of uno once.”

you point at him. “because why would you make me draw four?!”

y/n: 4 | satoru: 3

[ round three: the soft side ]

what's one thing they do that makes you soft?

you both think about it hard before writing.

you glance at him before you speak. “when i fix your hair or your clothes before we step out.”

he tilts his head. “that is cute,” he says. he flips his board. “i wrote when you reach for my sleeve in a crowd.”

your lips part slightly before you school your expression. “oh.”

he leans back, grinning. “you do it all the time. you don’t even realize it.”

you shrug, looking away. “it’s just… so i don’t lose you.”

satoru raises a brow. “so i don’t lose you.”

you smile. “shut up.”

“i think you wrote when i learn all the words to your songs so i can sing them at your shows.”

you roll your eyes and giggle. “you’re very loud, by the way.” you flip the board. “when he pulls me closer in his sleep.”

he blinks. “wait, really?”

you nod, suddenly a little shy. “yeah. i don’t think you know you do that.”

he tilts his head, a blush creeping onto his face before he smiles. “well. that’s embarrassing for me.”

you smile at him. “yeah, sit with that.”

y/n: 4 | satoru: 3

what's your favorite memory together?

you’re stumped on this one. he finishes writing nearly a whole twenty seconds before you.

you look at him. “our first inside joke.”

he laughs softly before flipping his board over. “the first time you fell asleep on me mid-conversation.”

you blink. “that’s your favorite?”

satoru shrugs. “you were in the middle of telling me a story, then boom. out like a light. right on top of me.”

you shake your head, amused and embarrassed. “you could’ve woken me up.”

he smirks. “you looked peaceful. also, i’ve never been that still in my life.”

you give him a soft smile. “what do you think my favorite memory is?”

“dancing in the kitchen for the first time.”

you squint, your grin growing as you flip your board. “the first time we danced in the kitchen. that was a good night.”

satoru nods. “i’m an excellent dance partner.”

you deadpan. “the back of my head smacked the counter when you dipped me.”

he just beams at you.

y/n: 4 | satoru: 4

what's something they do when they're happy?

neither of you think too hard here.

“i twirl my rings.”

satoru flips his board. “you get extra affectionate with me.”

you furrow your brows. “do i, though?”

satoru grins. “yes. you don’t even notice, but you’re touchier when you’re in a good mood. you kiss my face and hold my hand and sit in my lap and—”

you press your lips together, trying not to smile. “okay, okay, we get it.”

“i think you wrote that i talk too much.”

you snort, flipping your board over. “your face gets soft like a baby.”

he scoffs. “like a baby?”

you nod, delighted. “yeah, it’s like—you just look softer. your eyes get all wide and warm. like a baby deer.”

satoru stares at you. “a baby deer.”

you nod. “exactly.”

the producer cuts in. “and the final score is a tie! 4 to 4.”

satoru sighs dramatically. “rigged.”

you lean over and kiss his cheek. “try harder next time, baby deer.”

[hermitcraftx]

the only reason dream everrrr had a platform or was popular is bc everyone made thirst traps of. his blond fake sona for years (he has fucking BROWN HAIR???) and then when he revealed he was a pedophile creepy weirdo right after he revealed his face everyone that made a career making daddy dream manhunt NSFW didn't stop blogging because some people would fuck steaming piles of human garbage if it was white and had abs. like every dream stan I've ever met is perpetually living in 2021 and dream is too and if that's not the biggest sign of the world's most colossal fumble I don't know what is. genuinely the only talent dream has is being uncannily manipulative and vague to try and get away with everything and play the victim later on after he says genuine rancid dogshit but he's not even the best at that. genuinely he's the definition of a career made by other people and if he thinks for a second his little white suburban fake redneck yuppy mr beast wannabe that he's going to successfully be a right wing grifter after being known as the gogy wogy uwu yaoi queerbait streamer (and yes I do think he's genuinely the ONLY real person that word applies to) then he's fucking insane. ain't nobody fucks with him. he's a footnote in Minecraft history. the worst people alive in the community don't fuck with him. tommyinnit is having tea with jacksepticeye and doing comedy shows and having fun with all the remaining good internet ogs and regularly pulling lots of views meanwhile the only way dream stays relevant out of his cesspool wretch infested pedophile apologist echo chamber that is his fanbase is regularly triggering dsmp drama to feel sorry for himself. can't do manhunt without cheating and it wasn't even an original idea another abuser took that from him can't do an smp tommyinnit made that for him it really seems to me on a psychological level that to a degree some of that cdream shit wasn't roleplay because dream knew the most memorable part of the biggest part of his career would be tommyinnit forever and always. and now he has to fight for tommyinnit beef scraps saying slurs and shit when he's not even involved getting way too comfortable after Trump gets elected when tommy barely pays him more mind than he paid Logan Paul when he WORKED with dream for YEARS. tommyinnit gets to be known as the man who fostered love and care for his fan base, an all around good person and joy to be around and a ray of light in the dark space that is the mcyt space, and a guy never backed down on his morals and ethics whereas dreams only claim to fame now are being a cheating bigoted ableist creepy pedophile-esque freak with no concept of proper boss/employee conduct or creator/fan conduct with a Republican bastard and a sexual assaulter as friends who was seen as mildly hot by teenagers in 2021 without y'know being able to comprehend you're not supposed to reciprocate. and I know it keeps him up at night because otherwise he wouldn't try and regain relevancy by starting shit with Tommy every 6 months. is it because tommy is an adult now, clay??? when people look back on fond memories of fandom in 20-30 years not a single person will be able to look at anything dream has been apart of without grimacing not even his fans because I know all those arguments on behalf of a nasty ass pervert will not be fond memories. the only original thing he's done is say the r slur- oh wait. I mean groom minors- oh wait. I mean be a bigoted racist- oh wait. I mean have gross misconduct with a fan- oh wait. I mean start drama a lot in hopes of getting attention- oh wait. genuinely the most pathetic shadow nothingburger ass of a man I've ever seen in my life may dogs eat his face off in the middle of the night.

[binmeister]

Bits and bobs

Saja Boys & Huntr/x x Bodyguard! Reader (Male)

Just a collection of drabbles / headcanons for huntrix / saja boys x bodyguard! reader (masc) that didn’t make it into a longer piece - includes reqs / comments from Anons as prompts!! just,,, all in one area bc its easier

CW: not proofread, masc pronouns when referring to reader

01 - Gaming live stream  ft. Huntr/x

Idols livestreaming games has been progressively getting more and more popular, so Bobby had asked the girls to give it a go too. The only problem? They’re terrible at playing games. You could hear it from your room clearly, the girls yelling and screaming at some game that they’d picked up for a live stream. Tonight’s theme had been horror if you remember correctly but it didn't matter because even with noise cancelling headphones you could still hear them, honestly maybe you needed to invest in a different brand or get a refund because that function clearly was not working.

You give up at this point, standing up with your headphones slipping off and resting snugly around your neck as you exit your room to go ask the girls to quieten down cause it’s hard to rest and relax when it sounds like a murder is being committed every few minutes. You knock on Zoey’s door, where the yells and screams were emitting from and don’t bother waiting as you click open the door and step in.

“Girls, volume please.” You’d said with a small sigh, the trio had turned towards the opening door as they saw comments flooding in saying that stuff like ‘omg he’s gonna be so mad’ or ‘wait isnt [Name] home??’ and so forth. 

“Heellppp..!” “Can you play it for us?” “Please help its too scary”

They’d pleaded at you and used their patented puppy eyes that were unfortunately all glossed with tears as it seemed like they were frustrated and scared by whatever the hell it was they were playing. You groaned. It shouldn’t have been a surprise because you’d have to do this when you were growing up, helping them with boss fights when they got too mad or when Zoey would start crying because it was too difficult or scary.

So begrudgingly you stepped further into the room and took a seat at the PC after all the girls shimmied to give you room, your fingers quickly resting over the the WASD keys and your other hand gently gripping the RGB gaming mouse. It seemed like they were playing some kinda horror themed puzzle game where you get chased (Poppy Playtime) but there had to be some other gimmick to make them yell and scream as much as they had been.

They told you what you had to do and you just calmly did so, getting used to the controls and going through with the actions. Your face was relatively neutral and you couldn’t see the live chat because it was pinging on one of their phones, all you saw on Zoey’s monitor was the game that was dimly lit as you went about and got shit done - game audio playing through her speakers since she didn’t have a triple headphone set up.

At one point you felt a pair of hands grip into your shoulders and you furrowed your brows, already knowing it’s Zoey bracing herself for something scary so an evil thought possesses your mind. The timing was perfect, the character you were playing was about to enter a new area and just as the screen went black to signify a loading scream you playfully turned with a “BOO!” in a mildly booming voice.

All three girls shrieked and fell over themselves, even Mira was caught off guard and she was the one that loved horror night usually. You’d let out a heart laugh at their reaction as you turned back to continue playing the game, as they all got back up and were swatting at you and complaining that you were such a jerk for doing that but you just shrugged at them as your laughing fit ended.

“Wh- do not enable him! Guys you can not say that was funny.” Rumi called out as she read the chat, many people cracking up at what happened and others going ‘okay but that was kindaaaa?’ and she glared at the camera above Zoey’s monitor like ‘you guys better behave yourselves’ even though you couldn’t see any of the live stream messages. Mira was scolding you as you felt Zoey ball her hands into fists and keep hitting at your back and shoulder, not enough to actually hurt just enough to be mildly annoying. You seemed unphased though and simply thanked her for the free massage as she proceeded to hit you more rapidly at that as you kept a cheeky little smile on your face.

02 - Interactions with a fan ft. Rumi

Returning back to work was rough, everyone walked on eggshells around you and even your fellow security staff were wary on whether or not you’d be alright on your own so you ended up having your own guard stationed with you to make sure you’d be fine. You didn’t complain or argue back on it, it was understandable - the incident was still fresh and honestly you’re not sure if you could handle reprimanding fans without some sort of back up.

As you’re standing off to the side arms-crossed with a co-worker idly chattering as you both keep tabs on the line up of fans to make sure they’re still being respectful of the line and not over-crowding each other too much, you don’t realise that someone has approached you. A tiny someone. 

There’s a small tug on your pant leg and you freeze for a moment before looking down at the movement, a little girl’s standing there with big round eyes and a small plush bunny in her other arm. You instinctively crouch down before getting on a knee, a little sore on your side but you managed to keep your expression soft as you said ‘hey sweetheart’ to her. She beams at you at your greeting, happily jutting out her plushie for you and you can see that she’s got a missing tooth and it makes her look cuter.

“S’for you! Thank you mister.” You’re surprised, can’t help the little laugh that escapes you as you gently take the plushie from her and she does a little cheer in place before rushing off happily - no goodbye or anything. Your co-worker asks if he should check the plushie for you, in case it had something dangerous but you shrug him off as you examine it in your hands.

It’s small, there’s a little string hanging off of it with a clip so you can hang it onto something. You can’t stop the little smile from growing on your face as you steadily get back up to your feet and clip it onto the belt loop of your pants. As you look back up at the crowd of fans you’re stun-locked at how many are staring at you right now, a good few have tears in their eyes and you can tell that they.. missed you? You give a nervous wave and are a little thrown off by how many squeal or start to dramatically cry so you try to hide your face because you did not expect that to happen.

As you’re awkwardly hiding your face with your hands, looking away from the fans directly in your vicinity you catch the little girl from before gleefully clinging onto what appeared to be her sister who’s chastising her for interrupting your time. But all the while she’s just happily pointing at you until her sister looks up and is wide-eyed at the fact that you’ve accessorised yourself with the little plushie and when you see her face heat up? You can’t help but give a cheeky little wink at her before easing yourself back into your more professional stance, arms crossed again and a lot less intimidating with a bunny hanging off your belt.

03 - Texting / Getting your number ft. Saja Boys - Headcanons

A/N: I am a hard believe of Abs being openly bi and the others being relatively fruity to fulfil my need of Abs and Jinu being a little too into reader thank you for coming to my tedtalk.

Abs had been the first one to get your number, after working the first event for the Saja Boys he’d stopped you before you could leave and asked if he could join you at the gym at some point. When you looked at him with a suspicious look he stared back in earnest, no hint of ulterior motive and just seemed genuinely interested in some shared training regime.

Most of your exchanges were about the gym, sending reels or clips of routines either of you see online and sending it over to the other to see if you guys want to try it out the next time you run a set. Then steadily memes are exchanged and there’s more bantering, a lot of ‘dude’, ‘bro’ and ‘man’ used when you text. The girls don’t know you’re in contact with him so when they see a notification on your phone from ‘Gym Machine’ they don’t make the connection, not even when you’ve stated it out loud to them that you had gone to the gym with Abs. Verbatim. 

It eventually gets to a point where you guys are comfortable enough to start jokingly (mostly) flirting with each other over text, playing a game of chicken on who taps out first before laughing it off and sending more memes right after. Even been a couple instances where you send good morning voice memos to each other to see who has deeper vocal fry (it’s usually him). Average bromance.

Jinu is the second to get your number, asking for it after the third event you’d worked for them so it’d be easier to schedule things with you directly instead of doing the work around with Bobby. You didn’t really see any problems with it despite the protests of the girls, a job is still a job and if you can keep an eye on them at the same time - it’s not necessarily a bad thing to have.

Majority of your conversations are professional, Jinu actually being truthful about scheduling your services for events they have and aren’t able to get consistent staff due to their limited connections. At some point the professionalism is lessened, still there when you need to organise something together but after that it’s more casual. He doesn’t ask you for secrets about the hunters because he knows you won’t snitch and you don’t bother asking him what his plan is because you know he won’t snitch, a stalemate that gets replaced with familiarity as occasionally he asks if you want to catch up on a walk or just catch up on the phone. Sometimes you guys have late night conversations just talking shit about whatever event happened and if there were any major problematic fans - it’s oddly comforting.

Baby is actually the third guy to get your number, not that he asked, not that you asked. He had just swiped your phone and called himself off of it and you were too dumbfounded about it because he looked at you with the most smug smile on his face as he did so. He doesn’t actually text you that much and you don’t really text him, it’s just a weird.. possession thing is what you would guess.

He definitely likes to mess with the Huntrix girls over it too like he’ll talk hot so much bullshit to them when you’re not around and talk about how you two are always up late at night talking - there’s no call logs or messages whenever they had asked for your phone to check something, and then he doubles down and says you simply just delete all the evidence and they’re stressed out because would you hide it from them? 

Mystery is the second last guy to get your number, he had asked politely in passing if he could get it because he’d hoped to ask you questions about things cause admittedly he’s a little lost still on half of the new inventions that exist now-a-days. You’d given him your number and he’s usually quite polite whenever he asks you a question, waits for your answer, thanks you for your answer and wishes you a good day. Doesn’t flirt, doesn’t do anything weird - well aside from when he accidentally sends a voice memo or butt dials and all you hear is the sound of a shouting and rustling because the guys are fighting over something dumb and you’re trying to piece together what happened.

Romance is the last to get your number and it embarrasses him because what do you mean he’s the last one. He’s flirty in his initial texts and tries to stay flirty in general but there’s a day where you’re tired of it and tell him to cut the shit, stop faking and it catches him off guard. You know he’s faking the whole flirty persona to mess with people and you’d prefer if he just comes clean to you about stuff and he cuts the act, not overly the top flirty anymore but occasionally it slips back in and you tease him about it but it’s a lot more genuine now. Not the “ooo you want me so bad” it’s fleeting like, he’s yearning for something. 

04 - Who snitched?

It had been an accident actually. You’d overheard a phrase in passing during a red carpet event, fans who had gathered around were whispering it to each other but when they made eye contact with you they’d have this guilty grin on their face and start nervously giggling. Like you weren’t supposed to know it. Then an interviewer that had just finished asking the Huntr/x girls questions had spotted you, she flagged you down and you walked over to her as she cheerfully asked if you’ve heard that phrase too. You shook your head, were you supposed to?

It lingered on your mind for a few days but not enough to immediately search it up when you’d had time, just a whisper of a thought at the back of your head that would be shut up when you’d busy yourself with taking care of the girls or sorting out work. You were seated out on the couch, legs stretched out with your feet crossed on the cushions as your back rested against the arm rest with your laptop out on your lap. 

You vaguely remembered the phrase that had been told to you and started to search it up, trying different spellings before getting a hit of.. 10,000+ search results. You checked YouTube first where everything with this phrase had also had your [Name] written in the tags with a / in it - like people were actively trying to make it difficult if you had just searched your name up on the fly. Clicking on one of the innocent looking thumbnails you expected to see maybe a couple clips of something that happened at a concert because it had the Huntr/x fandom name in the tags but you weren’t expected to be watching compilations of shipping videos.

Several videos of moments where you and one of the Saja Boys were caught in seemingly compromising moments because of the angle, several different photos of the same shots as well with various online usernames begging for you to top them as well. Then you scroll to another video, and another, and another. All either glazing you up, wishing to glaze you up or compilations of the idols staring at you.

Why were there so many compilations of the idols staring at you? You were genuinely confused at this rate, brow furrowed as you continued to scroll. When did someone take a picture of you lifting your shirt up? You vaguely remember the moment as well, you’d instinctively grabbed the edge of your shirt to wipe the sweat of your face off on it - terrible habit now that you think about it but who even managed to catch this.

As you skim through a few more shorts it just becomes collective thirst traps of yourself with Abs and Jinu, primarily with tags and people stating they wished to be in the middle of you and your buddies in some variation or graphic depiction.  Luckily your eyes are blessed with more wholesome compilations, the several instances of either Zoey or Baby clinging onto your back as you carried them around events or just harmless moments where you’re chatting with Mira and you guys start ghost-boxing each other. A few smaller compilations of you being buddy buddy with Bobby or a few people romanticising your interactions with Rumi.

Then you jump into a new tab, going to instagram and searching up the same hashtag and getting way more results than you were expecting and an uncomfortable amount of photos of you plastered on the algorithm and then you spot the girls’ accounts where they had posted pictures of you and people had posted that same phrase in the comment section on some posts. There’s some innocent photos like when you’d gone to a pool together or gone to the beach, then you scroll the comments on those posts and progressively feel heat rise to your cheeks at the level of detail people were describing what they would do to you if you were there right now.

You slammed your laptop closed. You thought to yourself as you ran a hand through your hair and ruffled it up, trying to calm yourself down from the embarrassment.

Yep, that’s enough internet for the day.

05 - Besties with Bobby - Headcanons

A/N: I support this notion entirely - you both basically parent the girls of course you’re just a couple of girl dads at this rate, very short bits of HCs

You’ve known Bobby the entirety of your professional career and a little over that. He’d come into your life pretty early, managing Rumi and the other girls since their debut which meant he’d seen you grow up a little - what little left of your puberty’s growth spurt

You look out for him and he looks out for you, making sure you remember to have fun and often tries to remind you to let loose - have some fun, even occasionally joking to you that you shouldn’t forget to get laid because you’re still a young and rambunctious guy which you blow off

He’s seen you develop into the ‘dad’ figure you are now with the girls, he’s the girl dad that always talks highly of them and praises them for things they do and you’re the girl dad that reprimands them and reminds them to behave themselves - 2 halves of the same fatherly figure coin

When you’re old enough to get a drink together, and you’re a little tipsy and loosened up Bobby admits to you that he’s really proud of the person you become and he’s surprised when you’re staring at him with tears welling up in your eyes and then its like “woah hey dont cry! i just, i just want you to know that i appreciate you bud” - you’re crying now

Bobby gives me that kind of vibe where his presence gets missed easily - like people bump into him because he has this easily approachable and friendly aura, so whenever you’re able to be nearby him you tend to straighten up a bit more - exert some pressure to let people know that hey there is an important figure here y’know the guy that helps keep Huntrix functioning in a business sense

I’m not sure how bromance-y Bobby and Bodyguard!Reader are, i think it’s a lot more like uncle / nephew dynamic or older brother / little brother - i don’t have a hard age range but i know it’s enough that you two may occasionally misunderstand each other on memes but it’s actually the reverse where Bobby is saying slang and phrases and you’re confused because you’re surprisingly pretty off the grid aside from using your phone idly to scroll 

As a professional unit you two are fantastic, he’s great at organising things and you’re good at wrangling up the girls when they aren’t giving him the respect he deserves - like you’re a pillar in helping them remember that Bobby does so much for them and does so many small things that they take for granted and you remind him that Bobby is essentially the dad figure that none of them have (Zoey i dont think has anything mentioned about her parents)

Imo I think Bobby taught you how to be sociable and how to communicate / be friendly with people, your mum is a celebrity and I feel like she’s actually pretty out of touch - given Celine is so adamant that Rumi can’t be close to the others with parts of herself I imagine she doesn’t fathom treating people with kindness except for service level stuff so Bobby is the one that teachers you that it’s okay to be emotional and that like hey, you’re young, make mistakes so you can grow and get better

[womanofwords]

Frozen Heart (Part 6)

TW: hospitals, descriptions of injuries.

Jason was the next to visit you, striding in all businesslike. How cute.

"Y/N, I need to know everything that happened," he said, taking a seat near your bed. "I need the names of the people that beat you, and the names of everyone that ever even looked at you the wrong way. It's important. I need to know."

You stared at him with confusion and disgust, like he was a dog turd that peeled itself off the back of your shoe and started telling you its life story. "What?" you croaked.

"I want to know about you and your life. Let's start with school. Who do you hang out with? What do other kids call you? When did all this bullying start?"

You rolled your eyes. What a poser. He was so invested after the all-important thing had happened. "Why are you asking me this?" you asked.

"Because . . . it's . . . important," Jason said, talking slowly as if you were really stupid, a little kid, or a really stupid little kid.

"Jason, I don't have brain damage. I have multiple broken bones, cracked ribs, suffered from hypothermia, and there was some internal bleeding, but no brain damage." Every injury you listed made your hardened big brother jump.

"Oh." Jason looked sheepish now, looking down at his combat boots.

Time to really twist the knife. "And you're wrong. It's not important, what just happened to me. It's trivial compared to the suffering you've gone through and see other people go through all the time. This is the mildly unlucky story of a kid who got whatever they wanted except school popularity. I live a good life, except for this part, of course." You pointed at the door. "You don't need to be here. You can leave my room and find a room with someone that is actually suffering. That won't be difficult; it is a hospital, after all."

Jason slunk out of your room, wanting to die. You didn't believe you were important to him, to anybody. What a heartbreaking revelation. He'd written you off as a spoiled brat with no issues, and he'd openly wished that you'd get some real problems to humble you a little and just shut up a little. And now you had lots of real problems and weren't talking to him at all, just when he really wanted you to.

Talk about being careful what you wished for.

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