#and i salute her for that bc i also did that once

[blobpsycho]

This gif perfectly encapsulates what I love about Tome. All girls have been this gif. Like remember having undiagnosed mental issues and your family makes you go on an outing that should be fun but you’re just pissed off constantly because youre a 14 year old girl? Tome gets it.

Like YOU’RE GOING SOMEWHERE TO DO SOMETHING THAT SPECIFICALLY PERTAINS TO YOUR INTERESTS. But youre a 14 year old girl and nobody will ever take you seriously and you’ve just got this pit of hopelessness in your stomach despite the fact that nothing is technically wrong

so even though youre on an outing planned for you you can’t shake the feeling that everyone is just making fun of you for being so upset over seemingly nothing. These are your friends and family, you deep down they wouldnt do that, but why else would they go out of their way?

They certainly wouldn’t do it for you, right? I mean nothing’s even technically wrong. You’re just being a crybaby and they all must think youre just being a dramatic teenage girl. And you are and you know that you are so why can’t you just get over it and be normal?

And when you finally can’t take the pain that’s screaming in your chest because everything feels wrong wrong and everything is going wrong and everything is wrong wrong wrong you can’t help but cry. And you’re embarrassed and you’re furious and you’re supposed to be mature and you’re supposed to not care but you cry.

Crying feels worse than the growing internal discomfort did because now everyone is looking at you. They’re staring in uncomfortable suprise at what you’re sure is the most unsuprising sight in the world - a 14 year old girl crying. You want to go home but you can’t. You’re 14. You can’t do anything on your own.

You react to the terrifying ordeal of being reacted to the only way you know how - with anger. You monologue through hot tears and sobs and snot how you didn’t even wanna be here and how you just *know* everyone is just doing this to make fun of you and how they should just go on ahead and leave you wherever you are (you know this can’t happen. They wouldn’t leave a 14 year old girl somewhere unfamiliar on her own) and something in you hopes that they’ll yell back, that they’ll treat you like you’re irrational and make you feel justified in your anger.

…But that doesn’t happen. The silence persists but you realize that it’s more contemplative than judgemental. They’re not afraid of you, though you think they should be. Rather than letting them say something sentimental about caring and being concerned or any sappy bullshit that will only serve to make you cry more, you wipe your face on your sleeve continue on your journey.

The day gets better. After everyone gathers that no, you don’t wanna talk about it, it almost feels like nothing happened to begin with- besides the slight exhaustion you feel every time you blink and the intense stress sweat you choose to blame on anything else.

By the time you get home, the day is mentally logged as a good day. You decide - albeit tentatively - that maybe you’re going to be ok. Maybe you won’t be a 14 year old girl forever.

You go to bed and have the best sleep you’ve had in months.

[dollyfetti]

　𐔌　you love me? ₊˚ ♡

︵︵　notes: bimbo!reader x nerd!bakugou, , valentines drabble, slightly suggestive (reader mentions lingerie), fluffy, katsuki is a little insecure, most of this is unedited, ALSO just bc he goes to the gym doesnt make him a macho man he is still a little dweeb!!!!!!!! ︵︵　word count: 1.4k

you lie sprawled across your pink, plushie-filled bed, while your boyfriend sits at the foot, tying his shoelaces with unhurried precision. mindlessly, your hand strokes your purring kitten as you gaze up at the ceiling, your legs swinging lazily back and forth. “i mean, i would work out, because it's like healthy and whatever,” you say, turning your head to watch as katsuki stands up to grab his headphones from your desk. “but like... it’s just so gross! you get all sweaty, and you have to like... lift super heavy weights.”

"that reminds me," katsuki grumbles to himself, grabbing his key and shoving it into his pocket. "i needa put together that bike fa you."

you hum in confusion, sitting up and pulling princess onto your lap. the tiny kitten meows softly before scampering over to the edge of the bed where katsuki stands. “i dunno how to ride a bike,” you huff, watching as katsuki’s large hand gently rests on the kitten’s back.

he grins lightly, lifting princess into his arms. “it’s a stationary bike, baby. all ya haveta do is sit on it and move your legs.” he scratches princess behind the ears before gently setting her back down and walking toward you.

rising to your knees, you reach for his face, pulling him down for a brief goodbye kiss. he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip before pulling away, playfully squishing your cheeks in his hand. you grin and flop back down onto the bed. “and people say smart people can’t be hot,” you tease, dramatically flinging your hand for emphasis.

"ya, ya, whatever." he tsks in faux annoyance, though he really is a whore for your dumb comments. "don't do anythin stupid while m gone. got it?" he points toward your figure before marching to the door.

you glance up at him upside down, your expression soft and hazy. “yes, sir!” you chirp with a salute, but your acrylics accidentally scratch your forehead, making you shriek.

katsuki grins and shakes his head, stepping out the door, swinging his gym bag over his shoulder.

as soon as the door thuds shut, you're up on your toes, startling your cat in a flurry of excitement. it's valentine's day, and of course, bakugou didn't remember. or maybe he did, and just didn't think it was important. well, you do. you love the cheesy movies and dorky affection that come with the holiday. and you were gonna give your boyfriend the best valentine's ever!!

as his first girlfriend— and hopefully his last— you’re determined to make this day unforgettable. you rush to your closet, pulling out a box of decorations you’ve carefully chosen. dropping to your knees, you pull out heart-shaped streamers and fake rose petals, your face lighting up as you shout at alexa to play a romantic playlist. by the time you’ve hung everything and scattered the last petal into place, you suddenly remember the candle you lit earlier to set the mood. gasping, you blow it out and look around, wondering if the sweet scent is really that essential. yeah..! no biggie.

“okay…” you whisper to yourself, surveying the transformed apartment. glitter and flowers fill every corner. you had also bought a seductive red lingerie set, but when should you wear it? well, you should put it on now, but you don’t want to ruin the ambiance with your impatience. and all your hard work would get ruined! maybe after taking some pictures...

as you stand there, trying to use your brain for once, the sound of a key turning in the door lock startles you. you spin around, wide-eyed. you weren't expecting him back until later!

"I'M NOT READY!" you shout, peering down at your messy appearance. but bakugou's already inside, his eyes widening at the unexpected apartment makeover.

he freezes for a moment, his bag hitting the floor with a soft thump. his fingers run through his sweaty hair as he takes in your eager, pouty face. you shuffle toward him, wringing your hands nervously. “you weren’t supposed to see it yet…!”

he chuckles, pushing up his glasses before kissing your head, still taking in the sight around him. "i text you earlier when you were at the store sayin i was only gonna be an hour. you didn' see?"

you look up, pausing to recall... nope, nothin!

"ohh." you hum. you rub your lips together before spreading your arms out wide. "well, happy valentine's day!!"

katsuki's almost- awkward? he nods, tapping his fingers against his leg. it's like he's unsure of how to respond. he exhales, quickly swooping in to peck your cheek before heading into the kitchen.

you blink at the spot where he was just standing, confusion flooding your chest. what's wrong with him??? you spin around slowly, watching him pull a glass out of the cupboard. you tiptoe after him, cautious as if he'll run away if you move too fast. "do you... not like it?" you ask softly, your eyebrows bent in uncertainty.

without turning around, he pours himself a glass of water. “uh, yeah, i do,” he mutters, taking a sip while his crimson eyes remain fixed on the floor. the silence stretches between you, heavy and awkward. it’s the complete opposite of the atmosphere you were hoping for. a lump forms in your throat, and you tap your foot impatiently, waiting for something, anything, to break the tension.

his gaze lifts, catching your troubled expression. with a grunt, he places his glass down and strides toward you. his hands find your cheeks, rough yet gentle as he holds your face in his palms, humming quietly at the softness of your skin.

"i do like it." he mutters, swiping a tear that had just fallen from your eye. "s nice."

your pout deepens, dropping your head onto his chest. "did it cuz i love you and i thought you'd be more excited..."

all of the air in katsuki's body suddenly leaves him.

his heart patters against his chest, louder than it ever has before. time slows down as the words you said too casually hang in the air between you. in your head, it's obvious you both love each other. you've been together for over a year, and you make it known every day how much you adore katsuki bakugou. but for some reason, you've never said it until today. maybe it's because you're trying to make him feel better or maybe you're just an idiot who doesn't understand the weight of what you just uttered.

love. does he love you? probably. is he smart enough to actually form the words, look into your eyes, and offer a piece of himself in return? maybe. or maybe not. katsuki bakugou deems himself as the smartest. but in this moment, with your body against his, for the first time in forever, he feels dumb.

hesitantly, he pulls back, meeting your teary gaze with his own. his breath catches, and his lips suddenly yearn for yours. his breath hitches in his throat. “you… love me?” he blurts out, his voice tinged with disbelief.

you blink, tilting your head to the side in confusion. “…yeah?” you smile, as if it’s obvious— because it is.

"oh." katsuki breathes out with a nod, his face flushing slightly. "that's cool." he mutters, yknow, like a moron.

but you already know. you don't need to hear it from him. why would you? he shows you every day too. in little ways, like how he knows exactly how to make your coffee or how he melts into you whenever he's overwhelmed. you're not too smart, "not the sharpest lightbulb in the shed", as you say. but you're not blind. you silently hear, "i love you. i need you." from katsuki in every moment you spend together. and that's enough.

you nod with a dorky grin spreading across your lips. "ya." you giggle, watching him visibly relax. you hum, leaning closer to the man to inhale his scent. "i was gonna put on a little show for you when you got home..."

katsuki smirks, raising a brow. "well, go on then. don't keep me waiting long." his hand reaches for the back of your head, pulling your forehead against his lips, leaving a loud smooch against the skin. you smile toothily, skipping into the bedroom.

the blond sighs dreamily, looking around the apartment. maybe it's about time you two move in together.

♡ ‿‿🍭 taglist @coldember

[lnfours]

Heyyy congrats on the milestone🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Can you please do prompt 6 and 9 from list 2 where lan picks drunk reader up from a night out and just kinda takes care of her

Thank you💜

thank u anon! also the thought of this warmed my heart in a way i can’t describe ☹️ alsooooo best friend!lando bc.. yeah!!!!!

prompt 6: “hey, you’re shivering…” followed by their hand gently tugging your body closer to theirs while they rest their chin on top of your head.

prompt 9: being extremely gentle when you’re close to them.

join the 12k and annual celebration!

“where’re you at?” lando’s voice sounded through the speakers of your phone. however, you didn’t catch the sound of the jingle of keys in the background, or the sound of his front door closing.

“mm,” you hummed, turning around on the sidewalk to look at the bar behind you, “harry’s?”

he chuckled softly on the other end of the phone, car door closing as he hopped into the drivers seat, “you don’t sound so sure.”

“‘m not,” you slurred, “whatever bar has the really overly talkative dj. can’t believe he decided to get on the mic during the only good song he played all night. can you believe that?”

he smiled on the other end, putting the pieces together on where you were, “well, what song was it?”

you hiccuped quietly, but he caught it on his end, “best song ever by one direction!”

“that asshole,” lando said, typing in the address for the bar you were at, “listen, i’ll be there in ten minutes, alright? you stay put. don’t go anywhere with anyone. got it?”

you fake saluted, even though he couldn’t see you, “yes sir,”

“good, okay, i’ll see you soon.”

“see you soon,” you smiled, hanging up the phone before sitting down on the curb in front of the bar. after sitting there for a few minutes, your friends had finally walked out of the bar.

“we’re heading back to abby’s!” your friend, jasmine, smiled, “you coming?”

“no,” you shook your head, “my ride’s almost here.”

“did you call an uber?”

“something like that,” you smiled, “don’t worry, i’ll be fine.”

“what do you mean ‘something like that’?” the blonde, abby, asked. her question was answered a few seconds later when a car pulled up in front of your group. the mclaren being a dead giveaway of who you called.

the girls teased you, a cluster of ‘aww’s and ‘how cute’s coming from them before you flipped them off playfully. lando rounded the back of the car, clad in a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants that was a sign that he had been planning on going to bed before you called.

“evening ladies,” he smiled at the girls behind you before looking down at you, “ready, princess?”

you nodded, sticking your hands out to him. he helped you up off the curb, noticing your shivering state. the nighttime breeze and the revealing dress you were wearing making you cold.

“hey, you’re shivering,” he said, pulling you into a hug and leaning his head on yours in efforts to warm you up, “why didn’t you bring a jacket? you know it gets chilly at night in the fall,”

you hummed, basking in his warmth and the smell of him. he smelled clean, like he had just gotten out the shower, with a hint of the scent of his laundry detergent. his cologne from the day before still lingering on his skin. he smelled like home.

“accidentally left it on my bed,” you mumbled into his chest, his head resting on top of yours, “wasn’t cold til i came out here.”

he chuckled, “probably helped sober you up a bit,” he said, pulling away from the hug and leaning down to brush a stray hair from your face, “hungry?”

you nodded and he smiled, “okay, let’s get you in the car.”

you let him lead you to the passenger side door. the both of you bidding your group a goodbye as they all watched with knowing smiles and smirks.

once he got you buckled, he closed the door and made his way to his own side. he pushed the heat up for your side of the car, wanting you to get warmth back into your body.

“what’dya want for food?” he asked, pulling away from the curb before looking over at you.

“really want pancakes,” you said.

“you want pancakes at,” he paused to read the time on the display of his car, “eleven o’clock at night.”

you nodded, looking over at him and god he couldn’t say no to that face, “please?”

“okay, pancakes it is.”

you smiled, absentmindedly reaching for his hand on the center console, your cold hands wanting the warmth from his body back, “your hands are warm,”

he smiled, letting you hold his hand in yours, despite the fact that they felt like icicles, “because i actually dress according to the weather, thank you.”

“says the man who wears hoodies in the middle of summer,” you retorted, “no room to talk.”

he laughed softly, pulling into the parking spot in front of his house, “got me there, i suppose.”

he managed to get you in the house easily, you sitting at the kitchen counter and watching him rummage through the cupboards to find the ingredients to make pancakes. you couldn’t help but stare at him in the dim light, your heart clenching in your chest as you watched him.

he was making you pancakes. at eleven at night. after picking you up from the bar. what about him wasn’t there to love?

your feet were moving before you could think about it, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his waist. he smiled as you leaned your forehead on his shoulder, his freehand coming down and placing it over yours.

“tired?”

you hummed in response.

“once you eat we can go to bed,” he said, his voice soft as he poured the batter into the pan, “promise.”

“can we cuddle?” you asked, picking your head up and smiling at him as he looked at you over his shoulder.

“whatever you want,” he smiled back.

[watchyoubloom]

like i’m falling into you | drw x sfk x reader

2K words | all fluff | lots of kissing | title from “honey” by chance emerson | sometimes you want two boyfriends and you want those boyfriends to be boyfriends, okay? and so what?

summary: you and sam cook dinner while you wait for danny to come home. the three of you get a little distracted catching up.

(this is dedicated to @hearts-hunger , my fellow “i want two boyfriends” brainrot haver, mainly bc i love her but also to cheer her up. maddie, ily ❣️) (and a special thanks to @allieisacrybaby for the read through and encouragement to post even though i was nervous! ily forever ❣️)

A/N: a very gentle reminder that this is fiction and does not in any way translate to reality or my actual thoughts on the two pretty best friends this is about. kapeesh?

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“Are you sure I can’t help?” You ask Sam again, watching him chop the veggies you’d picked up from the farmer’s market earlier that day from where you’re perched atop the counter. “I feel bad, just sitting here.”

You and Sam had decided to whip up dinner for when Danny got home from his round of golf. You had already prepped everything else, the timer on the oven counting down, and Sam had taken over prepping the fresh veggies for a salad.

“Nope,” Sam answers you, making sure to put extra emphasis on the ‘p’. He gives you a faux-serious look and points at you with the tip of the knife he’s using. “You already did most of the leg work. Just sit there and look pretty, please.”

“I will try my best,” you fake mild concern, giving him a little salute and earning yourself a wink.

Sam finishes cutting the bell pepper in front of him and sets the knife down, stepping over so he’s in front of you. He eases in between your legs, your knees bracketing his hips, and reaches up to twirl the strand of hair that’s fallen loose from behind your ear around his finger. “And look at you, succeeding already,” he says, his eyes drifting from your own down to your mouth. “You know what sounds good, though?”

You quirk an eyebrow up and dance your fingers along the nape of his neck, having draped your arms across his shoulders the second he got close enough. His hair is thrown up in a loose bun to avoid it getting in his way while he cooks, but there’s the ever-errant strand at his nape, and you twirl it in the same way he’d played with your hair. “What’s that, Sammy?”

“A kiss.” His hands have found your hips and smooth back to your ass, pulling you closer to the edge of the counter. Closer to him. “Or a few kisses, maybe.”

“Is that right?” You ask, but don’t give him the chance to answer. You cup his face in your hands and draw him to you, and he kisses you sweetly. His hands make their way under your t-shirt, smoothing up your back, and then he grasps your waist, thumbs stroking along your ribcage.

You kiss soft and slow, with no real intent behind except to be close to each other. Sam’s hands wander, as do yours, and your legs wrap around his waist to keep him as close to you as you can.

Neither of you hear the front door open, or Danny’s amused chuckle when he finds you in the kitchen. It’s only when he says, “Oh, hello,” that your brain comes back to Earth long enough to realize he’s home, and you pull your hand from where it had been cupping the side of Sam’s neck to reach for him, continuing to kiss Sammy while you do so.

Danny sets his things down and walks over to the two of you, taking your hand as soon as it’s in reach. He stops once he’s behind Sam, banding his free arm around Sam’s middle and resting his chin on his shoulder.

You pull away from Sam then, a little dazed, and grin when your eyes land on Danny.

“Hi, Dan,” you greet him, pulling your hand from his to cup his face in your palm. You’ve got a hand on each of their cheeks, now, and the way both of your guys are looking at you has your head in the clouds. You lean in and give Danny a quick kiss. “How was golf?”

“Pretty good. Shot two under.”

“Course you did,” Sam says, turning to press a kiss to Danny’s cheek. He pulls back and looks at him for a second, taking in his appearance, before turning back to you. “Someone didn’t wear his sunscreen,” Sam sing-songs softly, telling on Danny, and it’s only then that you finally notice the tell-tale smattering of freckles across his nose, the tint of red across the tops of his cheeks.

“Daniel,” you pretend to be stern, but can’t help but smile when he turns his face and presses a kiss to your palm.

“Oops?” He says, and Sam laughs as Danny tickles his side in retaliation for pointing out his sunburn. “I was gonna wear my hat all day.”

“Would that be the one that’s sitting on your head backwards?” You ask, and Sam laughs again, earning him another squeeze of Danny’s hand at his side. He jolts and giggles a little, but can’t get away with Danny bracketing him against you and your legs still on either side of him. You take pity on him and distract Danny by tracing the pad of your thumb faintly across his cheekbone. “Does it hurt?”

“Nah,” he says, shrugging his shoulder. “Now. Let me in on these kisses, please.”

You oblige immediately, leaning in to press your lips to Danny’s. His free hand, the one not currently resting on Sam’s stomach, joins Sam’s on your hip. You feel their fingers interlock, Danny’s fingers squeezing Sam’s gently. Sam’s other hand is still cupping the side of your face, and he holds you like he’s the one kissing you, holds you like Danny would if it were his hand on your face.

You feel Sam’s lips at your cheek, your jaw, your neck, and you pull away from Danny to capture them with your own. Danny copies what Sam was doing, starts littering Sam’s neck, his jaw, the sensitive spot behind his ear with little kisses. After a second, you withdraw and nudge them towards each other, watching as Sam cranes his neck enough to be able to meet Danny’s mouth from over his shoulder.

“Sammy,” you murmur after a moment, your thumb stroking along the side of Sam’s neck. “Come here.”

He thinks you mean for another kiss, which you give him, but then you turn him so his back is to your chest and he’s facing Danny. You hook your chin over his shoulder and kiss his cheek, then turn your gaze to Danny, who’s smiling softly at the two of you.

“There you are,” Danny says, his eyes flitting between the two of you. He copies what you did earlier and takes each of your faces in a hand, his touch gentle and warm. “Missed you guys today.”

“We missed you, too,” you reply, and Sam nods his agreement, your face moving with his as he does, since your cheeks are pressed together. “Maybe we’ll go with you next time.”

Danny’s face lights up, and you know right then that no matter the early hour, the next time he asks you two to join him, you’ll both be there. Neither of you are very good, but every now and then you like to go join him for a round and catcall him while you sip drinks in the cart, or let him try to adjust your swing or explain the types of clubs to you. You know it can feel a bit chaotic when it’s all of you, so you give him the chance to have a serious round most times- going with his dad or uncle or buddies who are actually decent at the game- but it’s still an occasional fun date for the three of you.

Danny’s pressed all the way against Sam’s front, now, and his hands drop down to rest on your upper thighs, bracketing Sam in. “I think that sounds great,” Danny says, and leans in to drop a kiss to Sam’s bottom lip before doing the same to you. “And I’m gonna hold you to it when neither of you wants to get out of bed to get to the course.”

“Could schedule a later tee time,” Sam grumbles, but he’s unable to hide his smile as he says it. His fingers dance up Danny’s chest and he hooks one behind the strip of buttons of his golf polo, the weight of his hand tugging the collar down a bit and exposing the patch of dark chest hair there. Sam’s head is still leaned back against your shoulder, and you kiss him on the cheek again. “Doesn’t have to be at the ass-crack of dawn.”

Danny laughs, not bothering to point out at eight in the morning isn’t quite the ass-crack of dawn. Sam has never loved early wake up calls- considers anything before ten to be too early- and is well known for his tendency to cut off his alarm and roll right back over in bed.

“I’ll see what I can do, Sleeping Beauty,” Danny replies, one of his hands coming up to cup Sam’s face again, thumb stroking across one of Sam’s now slightly pinker cheeks. “Anything else?”

“Don’t think so, no,” Sam replies, as primly as he can muster with the smile still tugging at his lips.

“I have something,” you interject, raising a finger in the air. You turn it and crook it towards you in a come hither motion when Danny’s eyes find yours, and then pucker your lips expectantly.

Sam and Danny both laugh and oblige immediately, with Sam turning his head to kiss your jawline while Danny leans in and presses his soft lips to yours. You reach over Sam’s shoulder to cup the side of Danny’s neck, and feel as Sam leans in to kiss the other side, always an active participant.

Danny takes turns kissing the two of you, soft and sweet and slow, until the timer going off breaks all three of you out of your haze.

“What’s-“ You start, still a little drunk off kisses. The timer beeps again and brings you back to Earth. “Oh.”

“Oh, damn,” Sam says, sliding out from between you and Danny. He looks over his shoulder at you. “Good thing we remembered to set that timer, hm?”

“Mhmm,” you say, watching Sam put on oven mitts and take the dish out to sit on the counter. Danny slides into the spot Sam had been occupying between your legs, leaning down so his elbows are on the counter on either side of your thighs. It puts you at a slight height advantage over him, and you grin, taking his face in both hands and kissing the tip of his nose before pressing your lips to his again quickly. “We were clearly all very distracted.”

“Don’t go getting too distracted again,” Sam replies, a teasing lilt to his voice as Danny pulls you into yet another kiss. You can hear him puttering around the kitchen, grabbing plates and cutlery, and you start to pull away, to slide off the counter and go to help.

You’re stopped by two big hands at your waist, keeping you in place.

“Dan,” you try to say seriously. “Let’s go help Sammy.”

“Yeah,” Sam chimes in from the dining room, where you can hear him setting the plates down on the table. “Come help Sammy.”

“Or,” Danny offers, and his eyes are on you still even though he speaks loud enough for Sam to hear, too. “And hear me out. We let the food cool for a few minutes and Sam gets his cute ass back in here so I can kiss you two some more.”

There’s silence for a beat, and you grin, your eyes dancing from Danny’s mouth to his eyes and back.

Sam appears back in the doorway to the kitchen. “We should wait for it to cool a little, actually…” He flits back over to the two of you, kitchen towel over his shoulder. Danny turns in your arms to face him, leaning back against you, and Sammy points at you, then at Danny. He steps in between Danny’s legs as he does so, and then drops his hands to rest atop your thighs, now on either side of Danny’s body. “But no getting too distracted.”

Danny salutes and you follow suit, nodding solemnly. “Ay-ay, Captain,” you say, and then reach your hand out to Sam. “Now come here, please.”

Sam is more than happy to oblige, taking his turn as the one doling out kisses.

(And when you end up having to reheat dinner in the microwave later that night, nobody really seems to mind.)

[justwritedreams]

Irreplaceable | Kun

Pilot!Kun x Reader, soldier au

Word count: 1592 Genre: Fluff, action. Author: maari Warnings: mentions of military exercises and Kun being kind of angry bc that's hot Note: This is so short, I'm sorry 🥺 but it's my first story with him so I hope you like! Request: Could you please write something with Kun (WAYV/NCT) with him being a plane pilot? Idk, Top Gun Maverick vibes?

⪢ NCT Masterlist

Y/N adjusted her sunglasses better on her face while a smile played across her face, she saw her boyfriend looking for her on the beach and almost laughed when she saw him confused.

But she genuinely laughed when a much older woman approached him. Even from afar she could see the bad intentions of the woman who even caressed his arm.

Kun was already an extremely attractive man, with the air force uniform and the Ray Ban attracting everyone's eyes even more.

But she had no reason to be jealous, firstly because she knew he loved her, secondly because the scene was very funny.

She bit her lip to hold back a laughter as he politely walked away from the woman, saying something to her and looking around.

Y/N decided to help him, she came out from under the umbrella she was in and waved her hand to get her boyfriend's attention.

Not only did it work, but she also saw his relieved smile and without waiting he started walking towards her. As soon as he got close, Y/N threw herself into his lap, hugging his waist with her legs and his neck with her hands.

Kun smiled widely as he held her by her thighs.

“Are you laughing?” he asked in disbelief.

“Another fan approaching you?” She smiled evilly.

He shook his head.

“I love my job but going out in uniform has its downsides.”

It wasn't the first and probably wouldn't be the last time he was stopped by someone, whether to flirt or thank him for his service and effort.

"Oh really?" She looked him up and down. “I don’t see any disadvantages.”

She bit her bottom lip and Kun threw his head back, laughing.

“I'm going to start thinking you're only with me because of my uniform.” he said before touching their foreheads and placing a peck on her.

“That’s one of the reasons.” She caressed the back of his head, laughing.

Kun took the opportunity to go back under the umbrella and sat down on the sand with Y/N still in his lap, she then buried her head on his shoulder.

She wanted to make the most of what little time they had before he went back to base.

“Are you going to watch training today?” He asked, rubbing her back.

“I went last week.” she remembered. “Your commander is going to fight me, I’m not leaving the base.”

“I train better when you watch me.” He admitted, smirking.

She raised her head and looked at him, she wanted to bite his cheeks, which were turning pink, but she just squeezed them with her hands.

“If it’s for the good of the aeronautics then okay, I’ll go.” She moved closer to place a kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I will train with the new soldiers and we will have an international team to train with.” he began to speak, excitedly.

Y/N paid attention to what her boyfriend was saying, focused on the way he looked so happy as he shared it with her. She stroked his short hair.

She liked listening to him talk, the way his dimples appeared when he smiled made Y/N smile too.

They stayed on the beach for a while, before Y/N gave him a ride to the base. When they arrived hand in hand while Kun carried the suitcase in the other hand, they greeted the soldiers who passed by them and Kun turned to kiss her lips softly when he saw the commander ahead.

“See you in a bit, sweetheart.” he smiled and kissed her once more.

“Fly, my indomitable wing.”

Kun laughed and she watched him walk over to the commander, where he saluted.

Y/N had a silly smile on her lips and saw when the commander started walking towards her.

“Y/N, it’s good to see you again.” he greeted her and she quickly bowed.

“I say the same, Commander.”

“Come to watch the training again?”

“If I can, of course.”

He indicated for her to start walking and as soon as she did, he started walking beside her.

“You’re not supposed to.” She looked at him, scared. “But Kun trains much better when you’re at base, so I’ll allow it.”

She nodded and smiled restrainedly, following the commander to the communications room where they would have access to the aircraft's radios and built-in cameras.

Y/N was used to it, she already knew that aircraft 3 was his and focused on the camera, watching him put on his helmet. She couldn't contain her happiness at seeing him do what he loved so much.

She was anxious about training and missions, but she always believed him when he promised that he would return in one piece and well.

Kun was a responsible and committed soldier, he had a leadership spirit that infected others.

And even the training he took seriously, he prepared himself very well for the exercises. Flying was his life.

Y/N followed his career so much that she knew the basics of the exercises, if anyone walked in there would mistake her for someone on the team.

It was routine training so there wasn't much new, the training, the instructions were always the same.

However, when a soldier from the international team made a risky move with the airship, Y/N saw Kun's expression change.

He wasn't just serious, he was angry and she knew very well why, any kind of accident or something like that would be his responsibility, after all he was the team leader. And the foreign team was probably not paying attention to their safety.

Y/N frowned when she saw her boyfriend's airship perform a dangerous stunt and glared at the commander.

He didn't seem at all calm about it.

“Was he supposed to do that?” she asked quietly, seeing the commander shake his head.

“It’s getting a little too risky.” he said.

She tried not to show her concern, she trusted her boyfriend but she knew how he felt when a soldier from abroad didn't follow what was agreed and he felt obliged to show why they were following protocol.

She couldn't say that she hadn't felt her heart stop in her mouth every time his airship spiraled in the air or when it got too close to the other ones, both his own team and the other.

She only felt a little calmer when the exercise was over and the airship began to turn around to land at the base.

Y/N left the room along with the commander and the rest of the team monitoring the exercise, a little further back as she heard the noise of the airship getting closer and closer, ready to return to the ground once again.

When this happened, she was already outside and saw the soldiers leaving one by one and recognized her boyfriend from afar, holding his helmet.

She stiffened and hurried forward when she saw Kun quickly walk over to another soldier, holding him by the collar of his uniform after dropping his helmet on the ground.

Y/N's eyes widened when she saw her boyfriend glowering with hatred while shaking his colleague.

“Listen, Simpson, if you do that again in my territory…” the other soldiers also approached to push the two away. “I swear I will shoot down your aircraft in the air.”

“Stop being nervous, Qian. It was part of the protocol.”

“Part of protocol to almost rip off the left wing of my airship?!” he questioned irritably and shook the soldier once again, who simply laughed ironically.

“That’s enough, you two!” The commander ordered and the two walked away. “Get out of my yard before I make you two load the fuel for all the aircraft.”

The two looked at each other irritated and left in opposite directions after saluting their superior.

Y/N observed the scene a little further back seriously and with her arms crossed, her boyfriend walked towards her while his face softened when he saw her there.

"My angel." he said as soon as he was close enough to stretch his arms out to her.

However, before she threw herself into his arms, Y/N threw a stinging slap at his arm which he dodged, complaining.

"Ouch! What was this?" he asked, confused.

“You scared me, you know?” she complained. “My leg went wobbly three times thinking you were going to fall with that thing from the sky!”

He laughed softly and approached her, hugging her around the waist.

“I knew what I was doing.”

She continued to stare at him, angry.

“I will never see your training again, it’s decided.”

"You sure?" He asked, raising his eyebrows and she narrowed her eyes. “I didn’t fall because I knew you were waiting for me.”

“Shhh.” she brought her cold hand to his mouth, shushing him. “Don’t even say that as a joke.”

He moved closer to place a kiss on the top of her head.

“I would never leave you!” he said and she suppressed her silly smile.

“You better!" She pouted. “You look too handsome in uniform and fighting with someone for me to lose.”

He pretended to be offended.

“Ah, so that’s all there is to it?”

She smiled mischievously and brought her hand to the back of his head.

“Of course not, you fool.” she caressed his skin, watching him close his eyes at the affection. “You are unbearable but you are irreplaceable.”

“I’ll show you what’s unbearable at home.”

[batsandbirdbrains]

The one where the Gotham rogues are very territorial over their favorite bird

I always thought it was odd how in season one of young justice, neither Bane nor Robin acknowledged that Bane is a Gotham villain when they met on Santa Prisca. So I give u some ideas of the team encountering Gotham rogues and said rogues only giving a shit about Robin bc no one is as good as their little bird. And also if another non-Gotham villain they’re working with tries to do anything to Robin? That’s not gonna fly.

Like just imagine during that first Santa Prisca episode, when they have Bane tied up to a tree or whatever and M’gann is trying to read his mind for information, Bane straight up rolls his eyes at her, and turns to Robin.

“Tell your little sidekick friends not to announce their psychic abilities before actually using them,” Bane scoffs.

And when M’gann immediately responds with, “he’s reciting football scores, en español,” Robin straight up snorts and hides his grin behind his hands. Because come on dude why would you TELL the bad guy you’re gonna read his mind before you actually do it? Amateur move.

“It’s their first real mission,” Robin tells Bane, as if telling him it’s his baby sibling’s first time playing tee ball, an exaggerated grin on his face and his hands clasped by his cheek. Bane can just tell he’s batting his eyelashes behind the mask.

“Clearly.”

And all the others get annoyed because Robin is bantering with the enemy.

“Will you stop encouraging him!” Wally snaps, unsure if he’s directing it towards Bane or Robin.

Bane ends up helping them because he for some strange reason has a soft spot for Robin. Maybe Bane calls him something like murciélago baby, and it makes Robin straight up pout at him. He’s not a baby. He’s a whole teenager now, and Bane knows it.

Robin knew Bane was only going to help them so much, so he’s not shocked when that comes like everyone else is. He just gives Bane an exaggerated salute before running the other direction.

When the creepy Kobra guy is fighting with Robin later on? Bane does not like that. Not one bit. Once the kiddies leave, Bane kicks the crap out him.

In another mission, they have a run in with the Penguin, who just straight up groans when he catches sight of Robin.

“You again!” Robin is smothering an actual giggle at how exasperated Penguin sounds. “Tell the Bat to come deal with me himself!”

“But Uncle Ozzy!” Everyone can hear the grin he has in his face. “Didn’cha miss me? I missed you!”

The team is frozen in their spots, unsure of what angle Robin is trying to play. Also, did he just call the Penguin his uncle? Superboy is trying to figure out if that’s actually his uncle. It would explain why Robin is so short.

And when that thought goes through the mind link, Robin throws an actual birdarang at him. Rude. He’s not short he’s a gymnast and he’s a perfectly respectable height thank you!

The team ends up watching and Robin dances around the warehouse, dodging shots and taking out Penguin’s hired thugs all at the same time. By the time he’s taken them all out, he’s actually beaming as he stands in front of a very frustrated looking Oswald Cobblepot.

“Listen kid,” he somehow sounds fond, exhausted, and gruff all at the same time, “I don’t wanna see your hide around here for at least a month after this, got it? I’ve seen enough of you!”

“Aww, you didn’t miss me?” Robin is twirling Penguin’s umbrella in his hands, and no one can figure out when he snatched it.

“Fine, yes, I missed you. Even though I saw you three nights ago with the Bat!” Penguin now has his hands tied behind his back.

“Yeah but B is a sourpuss, he’s no fun,” Robin chirps. “Our games are much more fun when it’s just us!”

“I’m gonna roast you like a chicken one of these days, bird boy.”

“See! You’d never say that with B around!”

Robin is off to the side now, hacking through Penguin’s phone to find the files he wanted. They’re still going back and forth at each other, and the team is just standing awkwardly around trying to figure out how to be helpful.

“And don’t bring these goody-two-shoes kids around here again!” Penguin snaps at him. “They barely lifted a finger the whole fight, they’re useless!”

“But they’re my friends!”

Artemis scoffs when she realize Robin didnt even try to prove that they arent useless. It passes through their mind link, and Robin turns his head just enough to narrow his eyes at her.

Well then next time don’t make me fucking fight them all by myself, he thinks at them. They at least have the decency to look embarrassed when he points it out.

“Well that was fun!” Robin announces. “The Commish will be by soon to pick up you and your boys. Thanks for playing with me, Uncle Ozzy!”

“Yeah, yeah. See you next time squirt.”

“Can I keep your umbrella?”

“No!”

Robin just shrugs and rolls it under Penguin’s chair. He can hear the police sirens already.

“Well that’s our cue to skedaddle.”

Robin is halfway back to the bioship before the others can shake off the shock of whatever the bell they just witnessed and follow after him.

“How are you so friendly with them?” Wally asks once they’re flying back to the mountain.

Robin shrugs very exaggeratedly.

“Maybe that’s my super power. Did’ja ever think of that?”

“I hate you.”

I can’t rly think of any other specific idea but I do love this premise so so much I think it’s hilarious.

[ggukkiedae]

the relationship progresses

date: november 17, 2018

warning/s: brief mention of yoonmi’s biological parents,self-doubt about being loved, kisses

notes from cia: aside from when yoonmi is talking to namjoon and yoongi, this whole piece is in english, please keep that in mind bc i don’t want to italicize every dialogue here it feels wrong (also gif not mine, it’s from pinterest)

word count: 2.8k

yoonmi and mark take the next step in their relationship

She groaned, choosing to bury her face in her pillow instead of getting up. As much as she loved and respected her leader, she really couldn’t be bothered waking up so early in the morning. The older’s deep chuckles resonated throughout the room as he turned to more… persuasive techniques.

Namjoon essentially nudged her until she was lying on her back then took her hands, pulling her up into a sitting position. Not wanting to give in, she kept her eyes closed and let her head fall backwards.

“I thought you’d be more excited to get up today,” Namjoon’s smirk was visible through the tone of his voice. “Don’t you have a date?”

Her eyes snapped open while she shot straight up on her own. Right, she was meeting Mark. With the slightest bit of panic, she threw her blanket to the side and checked her phone. She gave Namjoon a pout upon seeing the time.

“Oppa,” she hit his arm, “you know I don’t have to be there until eleven! Why would you wake me up at eight in the morning?”

“Breakfast should be a pretty valid reason,” Namjoon placed a tray on her bed filled with a plate of pancakes and a cup of water. “That, and I thought you’d like to hear a few updates regarding the lawsuit we filed against them.”

She frowned but nodded as she started eating. Though she had not needed to be directly involved aside from discussing terms she’d like to include in their movement against her birthgiver and sperm donor. They did, however, continuously try to contact her to get her to call it off. How they got her contact details, she’d never know.

“It’s all good news,” Namjoon reassured her. “Given the rules of the concert and the copyright statement of BigHit, it does count against their actions and is enough to incriminate them. A restraining order is being drafted out as well by the legal team, you and Yoonsung hyung can go through it together tomorrow morning.”

“That’s good,” a satisfied smile appeared on her face, “because I really don’t want to cross paths with them ever again.”

Her leader patted her head, “You won’t have to. You don’t even have to fly back to London for this, your brother has it under control.”

“Remind me to thank Yoonsung oppa tomorrow,” her body relaxed upon knowing for certain that she didn’t have to see those people anymore.

Namjoon opened his mouth to speak, but a knock on the door caught their attention.

Yoongi stepped into the room, “We leave at 10:15, alright, Princess?”

Yoonmi saluted, seeing as she had just taken a bite when Yoongi opened the door and prefered to wait until after she has swallowed to speak.

Yoongi nodded, crossing his arms. “Hannah said she wanted you there for dinner, so eat, don’t skip. I’ll be at their dorm to pick you up by 9:30 after. Be in my sight by 10, okay?”

“Got it,” she smiled at Yoongi, satisfied at him smiling back at her before he left the room once again.

Namjoon chuckled at the interaction of his members before standing up, “I’ll leave you to it, then. Stay safe today, stay hidden, and have fun.”

“Thank you, oppa.”

“The outfit you have ready is cute, but don’t forget a sweater,” he kissed her forehead and walked out the room.

Yoonmi sat quietly at the small cafe Yoongi dropped her off at, gently stirring her hot chocolate while trying not to fall asleep. Maybe hot chocolate wasn’t the best choice of drink when she was fighting her own eyelids to stay open.

It was a rare free Saturday that she had in the midst of filming SKY Castle, the Japan leg of the Love Yourself tour, and the beginnings of discussions for her solo comeback. To her surprised delight, Mark also had the day off.

With the couple’s schedules being full in the past year, they found it hard to see each other in person often, but they made it work with quick visits to dorms or small and timed dates to hidden places.

A smile made its way to her face.

Mark had stuck to his word and had patiently stayed by her side for the year he was courting her, and now, almost a year into officially being together, he stayed with her despite the hassle of their schedules.

Yoonmi wasn’t as oblivious as most people thought her to be, not when she already knew what to look for. She was aware that there was a good chance Mark loved her.

The look in his eyes whenever he was looking at her, she could see it in the way her older brother looked at his wife. How could she not recognize a look she had wanted upon her for so long?

But she was scared.

What if she was wrong? What if there was a reason he wasn’t saying anything? What right did she have to assume he was possibly waiting for her to say it first? What if she couldn’t say it? Would he get tired of her eventually?

“Did someone order a double chocolate chip cookie with a boyfriend on the side?”

Mark’s voice shocked her out of her thoughts as he placed a tray in front of her. He quickly pressed a kiss to her cheek and sat next to her.

Another thing they haven’t done in their nine-month long official relationship. They haven’t kissed. She wondered if Mark got frustrated with how slow she was taking things.

She shook her thoughts away, choosing to focus on her boyfriend. “You scared me.”

“Sorry, Little Star,” he intertwined their fingers, “I ran a little late because the hyungs were curious.”

A laugh escaped her, “They still don’t know, huh?”

They had made a bet when they first became official about who would be the last to find out from their members. Yoonmi had her bets on Yoongi, but Jungkook lost that bet for her. (Thus her making Yoongi and Mark bond when they can)

Mark had bet on Taeyong mostly because the leader was faced with handling the entirety of NCT alongside the addition of Hannah and Jungwoo into 127, making him too busy to notice.

“Just Hannah,” her boyfriend took a sip from his drink.

“And Hyuckie oppa.” Yoonmi’s revelation made Mark choke a little. He hit his chest to clear his throat while she rubbed his back. “Did you not know that he knows?”

“You told him?”

She shrugged and gave him an innocent look, “We’re best friends, that’s kinda how it works.”

Mark nodded, “Right, somehow there’s no secrets there. Thank god, I didn’t think I could keep it from him any longer.”

Yoonmi took a sip of her hot chocolate and gave a dramatic sigh, “Ah, my boyfriend Mark oppa, and his boyfriend Hyuckie oppa.”

Mark simply laughed at her before noticing her drooping eyelids. He leaned down, aligning his face with hers, soft concern making itself known through his expressions, “You’re basically falling asleep. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she reassured him, “I should be asking you that. Should I really be taking your rest time away from you?”

“You’re worth much more than my time,” he gently tucked stray pieces of her hair behind her ear and smiled. “How about this? We finish our snacks and our coffee, then we go back to my place and just have a lazy day. Sound good?”

She gave him an apologetic smile. Mark had already booked them tickets to visit an aquarium, meaning he spent money on their date for the day already, yet he was there offering to just not take the opportunity in favor of having a lazy day.

“Hey, I know that look on your face,” he tapped under her chin so she could look him in the eye, “no feeling guilty. I actually want to have a lazy day, I just want to hang out with my girlfriend. It doesn’t matter what we do. I can transfer the digital tickets to Hannah and Hyuck, anyway. They’d appreciate the aquarium.”

“I want to hang out with my boyfriend, too,” she leaned her head on his shoulder. “Whatever you want to do, I’ll do it.”

“Eat up, then,” he nuzzled his cheek to her head, “we have a lazy day ahead of us.”

The lazy day wasn’t working.

Given both their workaholic natures, Yoonmi and Mark had once again settled on their laptops, showing each other different things they have been working on and getting each other’s opinions.

Some may call them crazy for doing this when they could be leaving work behind them for another day, but they both enjoyed making music. Being busy is something they were both used to, as well.

That’s how they found themselves on Mark’s bed, laying on their stomachs while they were going through each other’s files. Well, she was on the bed. Mark had draped his arm around her shoulders, which led to her tucking her upper body partially under Mark’s torso so he could properly use both hands to navigate his laptop. Mark had finished his turn, so Yoonmi had pulled out a few tracks for him to listen to as well.

“Dude, this sounds really good,” Mark bopped his head as he listened to one of her potential songs for her comeback. “I think you could lower the tempo a bit in the chorus, but otherwise I really like it.”

“You think so?” she looked at him.

Her boyfriend simply smiled at her, “You know you make amazing songs. Here, let me set it up to the tempo I imagined, maybe you’ll like it.”

She just laughed and let him take over the keyboard. Usually, she’d keep people from touching her tracks unless they were her members or the in-house BigHit producers, but she trusted Mark.

Within a few minutes, he played the song back, watching her intently as she took it in. A smile graced her face upon the realization that Mark was right. The slower tempo worked better for the chorus and sounded more pleasing to listen to in combination with the verses.

“Save that, please,” she felt Mark rest his chin on her shoulder, “I’m taking that suggestion.”

He turned his head, placing a light kiss to her cheek before turning back to the screen in front of them, “I got you. And, save. Oh, sorry I didn’t mean to exit the… What’s this?”

“Oh,” she looked at the audio file open just behind the one she had originally shown him, “this one isn’t really finished yet. It’s actually more like word vomit from my brain straight into a track, but I think you should listen.”

She pressed play and zoned out, debating if she should excuse herself to the bathroom as soon as the first line played. In My Dreams was a song she made after their last in person date in early September, just before she left for LA. It was then when she realized that she didn’t just like him, she loved him. She was actually in love with him, and it scared her because she—despite all the signs she sees pointing to yes—was not completely 110% sure he loved her back.

Looking back at the past year in her life, she would have saved herself a lot of grief. That’s why she decided to let this cat out of the bag now that the opportunity had presented itself. She may not be absolutely certain of Mark’s response, but she could have hope in the signs he had been giving her, right?

She zoned back in when she recognized the end of the song, hand coming up to tug at the ends of her hair.

“Okay,” Mark retracted his body, resting his hand that was once around her on the middle of her back so he could see her better, “first of all, that was amazing. Second, I don’t want to get ahead of anything here, but did you write this on a whim, or is this something you wrote, like, I don’t know… How do I say this?”

“With you on my mind?” she offered, not meeting his eyes.

His gaze on her felt warm yet curious at the same time, “Yeah. That.”

“I did,” she focused her vision on her hands and hair, avoiding even looking at Mark through her peripheral vision. “I wrote it with you in mind.”

There was a moment of silence that passed between them that made Yoonmi internally panic. Maybe this was the wrong move. Maybe it wasn’t time for this yet.

A finger placed under her chin and turning her head broke her out of her panic, and she was met with the softest look in Mark’s eyes.

There it was. The look she saw on her brother when he was looking at his wife. She could see the same emotions so clearly in Mark’s eyes that most of her doubt melted away.

“For real?” he asked her. “I don’t want to assume anything or to rush you. We go at your pace, okay?”

That was it. She was going to say it. No regrets, no listening to doubts. She wanted Mark to know. She took a deep breath.

“I love you.”

Her voice came out almost like a whisper. It wasn’t as confident as she wanted to sound, but it was genuine and honest. That was what mattered.

A smile broke onto Mark’s face as the words processed in his mind. He sat up, pulling her along with him before standing up. Yoonmi watched curiously as he. walked around the bed, closer to her side and kneeling in front of her.

“Was that necessary?” she laughed at his antics.

“I just want you to be completely comfortable when I tell you this,” he smiled up at her. “I love you. I have for a while now. I remember the moment I realized I love you. It was back in June and you fell asleep here, remember?”

She nodded, remembering that day. They had gone for a walk by the Han river and a quick trip to a dog cafe, where she had ended up absolutely covered in fur, so she had to borrow some of Hannah’s clothes as soon as Mark brought her back to his dorm. He had, of course, lent her a hoodie on top of Hannah’s clothes, just because.

Mark hummed in thought, “I think I just spent a good fifteen minutes watching you when it just clicked in my head. I love you. I love how passionate you are about your music and hobbies, I love how you’re still one of the kindest and most humble people I know, love being by your side, I love spending time with you, I love that I get to call you mine, and I just love you.”

Not knowing how to respond to that, Yoonmi just lunged forward to hug him, draping her arms on his shoulders and burying her face in his neck.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” her voice was muffled by his sweater.

His chuckle sent vibrations through her body as he wrapped his arms around her waist, sitting back on his rug and pulling her onto his lap, “We take things at your pace, Love. I’m ready whenever you’re ready.”

The new nickname made warmth spread from her chest the moment she heard him say it. She leaned back back, looking at him with a shy smile.

“Did you just call me ‘Love’?”

He nodded, pressing their foreheads together, “Seems appropriate, don’t you think?”

“You’re right, Love.” The nickname felt foreign yet natural at the same time, coming from her mouth.

Just then, she felt the urge to kiss him. With the adrenaline of their confessions and today’s theme of not listening to doubts, she made a decision.

Mark’s breath hitched as she leaned forward, letting their noses touch, but he leaned backwards so he was looking her in the eyes.

“Yoonmi,” he began, glancing downwards before meeting her eyes again, “can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

That was the confirmation Mark needed. Not just a yes of agreement, but a yes of want as well.

Yoonmi closed her eyes as she felt Mark’s hand come up to the side of her face. She let him guide her towards himself until she felt him slot their lips together into a chaste kiss.

He pulled away, chuckling as she hid her face in his shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” she apologized, “I don’t actually know how to kiss.”

Mark just gently lifted her face to his. “Don’t worry. I can take the lead on this one.”

With that, he pulled her in for another kiss, finding a rhythm for them that she could keep up with.

From then on, Yoonmi only had two thoughts: Mark actually loves me and God, I think I might get addicted to kissing my boyfriend.

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Episode 7 rewatch thoughts

- Lestat had to come up with his own opening quips? And then Santiago quickly trying to course correct

- Love Daniel’s “sold you out” and “best seat in the house”. At least someone here is sane

- “star spangled shores” with the salute (at an audience with plenty of Americans) is funny, I’ll give Santiago that

- They put so much work into the music and background. Armand didn’t notice anyone slacking off?

- Tracking times Lestat breaks free:

intro

I didn’t point

“Louis didn’t take to vampirism”

“I broke the second law too”

“I’m burdened with my makers temper”

Claudias final request

- Armand squinting in the corner - I dont see a guard right now

- Did they put a fancy chair up there bc Lestat couldn’t stand for that long?

- Are they straight up reminiscing about their wedding now?

- I think the comment that Louis had a skill with insults is probably true

- Claudia blames Lestat a lot for her being a vampire. She asks Louis if it was true and he said no, but the real story changes “blame”. Even if it’s not word for word Louis said Lestat told him why both legally and psychologically it was a bad idea. And he tells Daniel to put Lestat’s version in the book and apologizes to him - he doesn’t want to be lying to Daniel.

- I can’t stand Armand saying all these comments trying to editorialize

- Lestat has his back to the audience for a lot of this play. Or at least the parts where he means it more - once Armand gets him back on track he never turns back

- DREAMSTAT!!

- Louis do you really think he crossed an ocean to want you dead?

- that seems like a pretty small portion of blood for lunch, doesn’t it? Also where is Daniel’s lunch?

- What is Madeline guilty of?

- Louis looks so confused when he’s not being sentenced to death

- Why did Santiago become okay with the banishment sentence? I guess because he came up with this idea.

[safety-writes-noms]

I SAW DRAGON AND STARTEDNABRAGRHAHB

holding out my idea of wolfwalkers type shit but with dragons. im jsutbtrghgrhgbrjrghrgjngrughibkjfggfhbjgrfihdkjh SMASHING MY HANDS ON MY DESK. PLEASE.

just imagining big angry dragon miguel with gold accents trying his damn hardest not to snap as hes got a bunch of smaller dragons clambering on him and excitedly talking while waiting to be told what to do. being dragons and all they go around and make sure theres peace between kingdoms and stuff ....

sobbing into my hands. i need to see more dragon content im GGGGHR AAHHHHHH

YES OMG PMG I LOVE DRAGON AU’S (so sorry this is kinda late 🙏 school seriously beat me up this week. Also YOUR ART IS SO SO SO COOL!)

(Also also I’m so sorry but I’m not familiar with the wolf walkers series and never got the chance to watch it :(( but I absolutely love the animation style and premise from the ads I’ve seen)

THIS IS NOT NSFW AT ALL!!! KINK BLOGS AND NSFW BLOGS DNI

I can just imagine miguel grumpily walking around with all of the spider kids either nestled on his back or chattering somewhere in the cave, waiting to get assigned their missions. I am in LOVE with the idea of Miguel sending them out to keep the peace between humans since sometimes humans can be very… not wise. Idk actually, maybe the some of the spider kids are humans and that’s how they meet Miguel or peter and Jess (bc I’d love to see them as dragons theyre so cool)

imagine a human Hobie just confidently walking around a dragon’s cave/network society and just casually arguing with a giant dragon Miguel. I’m feel like he’d get in the dumbest arguments with him just for the giggles. I can see him also baby sitting a hatchling mayday, keeping her fully entertained while Peter goes off to finish missions too dangerous to bring her along. Their little interactions in atsv were adorable especially the little salute he gave her.

or the fight between miles and Miguel ☹️ even tho I love him (Miguel) and understand why he did that and his motives, I’ll always feel so bad for miles. I feel like it would even be worse because instead of having a 6’9 roughly judged 310 pounds of muscle man chasing after you and pinning you down, there’s a ten ton dragon hellbent on having your dad die for the sake of the canon, claws, wings, VENOM/FIREBREATHING. It’s pretty much game over at that point. Ofc miles is a resourceful amazing wonderful intelligent human so I think he’d be able to reason with him. Besides, even then I kinda doubt Miguel would want to kill a kid, even if they’re a human. Nurturing instincts don’t go away after ur daughter dies 😋! Actually Miguel might even nom miles in an effort to keep him from messing up the canon :( can you imagine being so so terrified of this huge creature and getting nommed and you don’t know you’re safe and you’re panicking and —

The hurt and comfort is strong here :o. And the guilt. So much guilt. Once they work out their issues (there are so so so many poor dudes) I’m sure they’ll be besties. But that’s for human miles au

dragon miles would definitely get the short end of the stick. Even if he’s a hatchling (kind of, he’s in that odd stage between adult and adolescent but on the younger side) he’s still a whole lot more durable than if he’s a human. Which means that Miguel won’t be nearly as cautious handling him physically. Ouch. Miguel genuinely wants to protect miles in the movie but does it in the worst way possible. That would probably transfer over to this universe too.

But still because I absolutely LIVE for found family, I want to imagine they work through their problems in a long and very very non linear path that has setbacks and leaps forward and minor changes and everything because I love all of these characters sm and without depth they don’t feel like people. Plus imagining sleepy spider kids/dragons stumbling into Miguel’s section of the cave system/lair and deciding to take a quick nap there because it feels safe and waking up with Miguel curled loosely around them, wing slightly shielding them from the chilly drafts and hsjskskdjskj they have my heart. (Miguel will deny it later.)

or peter b taking the human kids out flying to let them feel at least a little what it’s like to taste the sky while Miguel lurks in the background anxiously, crimson eyes tense just in case peter accidentally drops one of them. Not that he would, he may be goofy but he’s most definitely not stupid.

I can imagine Miguel trying his hardest to stop some of the kids from doing things that he thinks is wayyy too dangerous for them and just giving up and tucking them away in his brooding pouch. If they won’t listen to his very very valid concerns then he’ll just have to make sure they don’t go anywhere >:(. Plus it’s warm and safe and even though Miguel will never admit it, he feels calmer if they’re there, protected completely bc he’ll never let anything hurt them. At least not while they’re nestled in one of the literal safest places in the world. I can’t imagine anyone would have an easy time getting to them when there’s a very protective and vengeful dragon guarding his precious brood.

and I haven’t even really gotten into the other characters either :( especially exploring the relationship between Jess and Gwen or Hobie and miles/gwen and pav but I feel like I’m writing too much so I’ll end it here. If you or anyone else wants to continue this thread/au PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE GIVE ME AN ASK! I LOVE THIS AU SM 😭😭

[totally-not-here-for-the-smut]

This stuff is LONG and complex, and I’m not a native speaker. Which means, it’s hell, WHY BRAIN GOT NO RIGHT WORDS DAMMIT, but it’s also cool bc I can’t really understand HOW bad it actually is, so I’m less self-demanding about the actual style quality than in my own stupidly demanding language. Let’s get to the content then. I’m so very sorry for my children’s book language-level.

Pls believe that I am, in fact, not a child.

Tw:death, sickness, angst

and this is-

Loved & Lost

A The Arcana prequel fanfic - part 1

When the plague came, it started robbing you right away- it took your aunt and, before eventually claiming your own life, your love.

The wise woman who had been your magic mentor was one of the first to fall ill, as if the pestilence were trying to thin out the ranks of those who could stop it. She felt right away this was not a normal illness. The sickness got slowly the best of her body, as if it wanted to seep unnoticed into the city. Your aunt's body withered a little bit each day, her skin slowly tinging red by the engorged veins, but it never managed to steal her wits until the very end. When she was at last bedridden, she had Asra call for you.

You didn't recall where you were at that time. Your magical training was long completed, and you were travelling the world, scavenging for rare spell components, old scrolls and lost magic to bring home to her and to her new apprentice. You got home just in time.

The woman who was a little sore as you kissed her goodbye all those weeks ago now seemed barely more tangible than a ghost - pale and trembling, her clothes hanging empty from her once proud and graceful shoulder. But her eyes, although now tinted in red, were sharp and stern as they had always been.

You did not show any pity for her -she would never have allowed you to-, but when she took you hand in hers her gentle touch unveiled her deepest nature.

"I'm leaving, child", she told you. "But I need the two of you to stay as much as you can".

She called Asra by her side with a nod.

"I have lived a long life. The time I gave it back has long passed, but now death is catching up to me. Spare your tears and magic for the victims to come" she turn her head to face your friend. His purple eyes were veiled in tears.

"Asra, you're a mage now, your training is almost done. In fact, my nephew took my place as your master some time ago already. She'll be more than capable to fill in the gaps in your knowledge. Soon, you'll be a mage, but" - her eyes went narrow- "I want you to remember that you were took from the streets. Someone cared for you, listened to you, taught you everyone you know. You will have to pass your care on to whoever will need it. This is why I taught you magic". Asra couldn't do anything but nod. His lips parted, pronouncing a promise so feeble you couldn't hear -but your aunt did, and a faint smile showed on her chapped lips.

"Believe me, soon many will need it. But I know you'll both live up the cause. Now leave, I need to rest".

You didn't even take your travelling clothes off - you threw yourself into Asra's arms -now your apprentice's arms- to hold each other through the sorrowful night.

She died shortly after. Many vesuvian would have come to salute her, but you and Asra decided to do hold a more private gathering - you, him, and Faust. The snake was so torn that even her scales seemed to grey. She squeezed one last time your aunt's familiar, a pitch black crane called Hermes, who took flight as soon as the mage's funeral pyre was lit.

You kept your head high and your eyes on the flames, resisting the urge to bury your face on Asra's chest and cry your heart out. Instead, you held his hand tight, grounding yourself into the two things that mattered in that moment: Asra's love, and the promise you both made her - to stay and care for the city.

So, when the plague erupted in Vesuvia and Asra began insisting to leave, your fights became vicious.

✧

I want to really thank @wilson-artisan and @lovely-dove69 for their help as proofreaders. They un-dorked my writing a lot.

I feel that I must pay credit to various writers as well who inspired me: check bakuliwriter's "Hurt", that set ablaze my drama thirst. I can totally see it in the same timeline as this thing.

The other parts will be in te reblogs!

Navigate it from my masterlist

[quarktrinity]

quark watches star trek season 2 episode 10

mccoy rants like an angry old man

mccoy thinks the vulcan salute is hard. loser

lets hang out with vulcans

fated return of the Bass Guitar of Narrative Tension

milf

vulcan ambassador is spocks dad :0 daddy issues here we come

does he not like spock or something

kinda weird that this is the first time weve gotten a tour of the ship in any way

spocks mom doesnt like that hes autistic

"explain the computer components" /ominous cello plays/

kirk keeps accidentally pressing the daddy issues button in spock

wait, im confused, is spock his surname or his first name? why would they call him mr spock, thats like calling mccoy dr leanord. but also why would his mom refer to him by his surname

spocks dad wanted him to go to vulcan college but he went to starfleet college instead

kirk kind of has some sexual tension with spocks mom. id entertain this if spirk wasnt so obvious

this is once again about the cold war

"youre only 102"

weird plastic pig mask

"this is not the council chamber of babel"

more goofy aliens

sarek is spocks surname?????? his first name is spock???????? this makes no sense!!!!

spock grew up with a fat teddy bear he cherished. mccoy loves this

formal wear on the enterprise is kinda dumb looking

Another Space Ship

spocks dad loves him <3

Space Ship Goes Fast

return of the stupid brandy bottle

Space Political Drama

what are delithium crystals

half of kirks job as captain is stopping pointless arguments

kirk is topless for no reason. thank you so much

kirks back in his dumb wrap shirt :T

the dude spocks dad argued with is dead, evidently from a vulcan technique of execution. obvious red herring is obvious

"vulcans do not approve of violence" YES THEY DO?????? YOU LITERALLY HAD A VIOLENT COURTSHIP RITUAL AT THE START OF THE SEASON??????? YOU ADVOCATED FOR MURDER ALL THOSE TIMES????????????

current theory is his mom did it

ok what the hell is the vulcan naming convention, spocks mom calls spocks dad sarek but shes mrs sarek and hes ambassador sarek so its clearly their surname but why would a wife call her husband her own last name that makes no sense

spocks dad has a vulcan heart attack

spock ur allowed to be worried abt ur dad its ok

spock ur looking suspiciously suspicious rn

Someone On The Ship Is Bad yeah we knew that

pretty sure spocks mom has gone through like three or four different costumes in this episode

spock has to donate A Lot of blood

Nevermind No He Doesnt

spock calls his dad sarek too. what the hell is the name sarek here

Nevermind Yes He Does Have To Donate Blood

kirk midriff spotted

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA KIRK JUST SLAMMED INTO A DUDE WITH HIS ASS

kirks shirt fully rode up his tummy for a bit there. huge fan

kirk passes out <3 night night babygirl

kirk is topless again. good

suddenly spock doesnt want to donate blood bc hes in charge now

spocks mom says Donate Blood Now spock says No Theres A Lot Going On

spocks mom commits a microaggression

spock says if i risk the ships safety to save my dad my dad surely would not approve

spock was bullied as a child :(

spocks mom just slapped him holy shit. thats not cool

kirk is awake but immobile

SPOCKS DAD IS AWAKE????? WHAT THE FUCK IS HE JUST PRETENDING TO DO ALL THIS. OR DID THE ACTOR JUST OPEN HIS EYES FOR A SEC

kirk returns to duty! yay?

the way kirk smiles at spock is kinda....

oh good they didnt forget that vulcan blood is green

night night spock, blood donation time idiot

Weve Been Hit

Weve Been Hit... 2!

Weve Been Hit.... 3!!

Weve Been Hit..... 4!!!

Weve Been Hit...... 5!!!!

Weve Been Hit....... 6!!!!!

Youre Not Even A Real Alien

the enterprise plays dead

get space zapped idiot

yeah this is 100% about the cold war

i do love kirk being exasperated

spocks dad is fine now

spock loves his dad <3

spocks dad married his wife for Logical Reasons i guess

get cared for kirk. idiot.

mccoy resents being seen happy

i love u mccoy

[sol-consort]

omgg a mass effect blog?? in 2024?? unreal and amazing (0-0)!!! I saw that you write for every character so I was wondering if you could write some relationship hc’s for Jack x gn! Renegade!Shepard? I’m such a sucker for the asshole x asshole but are secretly soft for each other trope😭 Also i’m amazed you write fro Ashley too?? Like is my girl finally getting some love? I remember how much the fandom hated her some years ago, like say something as simple as “I like Ashley and her character arc” and boom you were labeled as alien racist yeehaw 💀. It was hard being an Ash enjoyer 😔

I'm reviving this bitch! I just discovered the fandom this month I will be loud and annoying about it until the zombies come out.

And here you go! Here is your request. <3 I hope you enjoy it.

I had to go watch renegade maleshep with Jack so i can get the vibes right and my god, I am so happy I picked femshep bc the male voice acting is very...stoic potato with angry eyes drawn on it. But I missed on Jack's romance which is bullshit bc she states she has slept with woman before so why not meee :"(

But I also it gave me a different perspective on her character. Kelly mentions how avoiding having sex with Jack is the way to gain her respect. And because femshep can't romance her, it means Jack respects you way earlier than maleshep and it kinda shows in her dialogue. Like she got a true friend and women supporting women!

I took the paragon options, which yeah made her make fun of me, but I felt like she was owed some kindness. I am making my Shepard a bit naive too, It adds flavour when i get betrayed.

AND ASHLEY I LOVE HER I ADORE HER. if i had a nickle each time an hated woman character in the fandom with little fanwork made me start a whole blog out of spite just to post about her then I'd have two nickles, which isn't a lot but it is weird that it happened twice with bg3 Minthara then this.

Ashley is just so adorable? Even without her romance she genuinely shows love and devotion. Like yeah Kaidan is Shepard's bf but that's all it feels like. Just a romance option.

But Ashley??? Ashley is femshep true pal and bro. She's been there through thick and thin. Her voicelines are priceless and I took her with me on every single mission in ME1 new game plus.

But damn yikes- they do know that half the humans start off as alien racists and change? Even Ashley wasn't that extreme about it, and she goes through character growth and becomes fond of aliens. Pressly also called them animals, and Kaidan says he isn't big on alien cultures.

Ash wasn't afraid to speak her mind, she always expressed her opinions and took it in stride if you criticise her views and tell her to pull herself together. She considers your words and becomes better.

And we can make Kaidan more alien racist, that guy is willing to become a xenophobe for some pussy, but only if you're femshep. While Ashley can be changed without having to romance her. People really can't handle women with flaws or personality.

And let's not forget that it was Ashley staying on the deck with three different aliens on it and not once did a problem accure. Ash was defensive because she thought they wouldn't like humans, not because she hated them. Not once do Garrus, Wrex or Tali mention anything bad that Ash has done ever. They were right besides her too! Because she hasn't done anything bad.

She is so cute, so precious and the fact her grandpa salutes to her. The fact she walked into the military where they blacklisted her family just to restore their honour and make her grandpa proud? I'm choking in tears rn. And her precious sisters that she took care of, she practically raised them.

She is strong and unimaginably brave. Also, look at this adorable video of her saluting.

[margokesses]

Some of my fav lines (that I can remember I've only seen it once lmao) from across the spiderverse

Pav: Look at that another easy adventure for spiderman!

Miles: you gotta let him spread his wings man, like this ! *hold out arms like a bird*

Miles: Maybe you should get off the kid's ass Jeff: what? Miles: what?? *looks around*

Jeff: spiderman why did you create that guy?

Pav: Don't eat pray love me, bro!

Hobie: *sees a hole swallowing up a building* its a metaphor for capitalism

Peter B: hold the baby!

Hobie: I hate the AM I hate the PM I hate labels!

Miles: everyone keeps telling me how my story is supposed to go. Nah... imma do my own thing

Jess: is this bc she called you dark garfield?

Margo: *sarcastically* no way! All of us are [spiderman]

Hobie: taking a crap on the establishment? I salute you.

Jeff: That's his jacket, emo!

Peter B: you're the reason I had her!

Miguel: (about miles calling it the spiderverse) that's stupid. It's name is arachno [long ass name].... which is also.. stupid.

The Spot: Look at me!!

The Spot: see you at home, Spiderman

Miles: snitch!!! (At the lady that told miguel where he was)

Miles: yippee Kay yay!

[unkwn0s]

Rebirth of a Star General: Second Reading.

I'm back with my rereading of the ROSG novel, we are aproaching their fake marriage Jinyan days, which im my opinion play a big role on their relationship building. ( im so excited for the drama they are slowly releasing content so its like a dream).

Chapters 121-140.

"I like the moon, the moon doesn't know"

DRUNK HE YAN AND THE JADE PENDANT OF MARRIAGE PHEW.

Quote Chapter 121:

“I’ve memorized it, Father,”

Xiao Jue couldn’t believe what she heard. “What did you call me?” LMFAO THEY INCLUDED THIS ONE IN THE DRAMA.

Quote Chapter 121: . A young girl like her, traveling all the way to Liangzhou and not seeing her family for so long, surely she misses her dad. Can’t you provide a little bit of that,” he gestured a hug, “homey warmth? Don’t be so stingy; it’s not like you’re losing out.” LIN SHUANGHE THE BIGGEST YANJUE SHIPPER THAT HAS LIVED (after me).

QUOTE CHAPTER 121:

“Do you like Chu Zilan?”

“Chu Zilan…” He Yan puzzledly asked, “Who’s that?”

“If you’re so drunk that you don’t remember this person, it seems like they’re not from the same group as Chu Zhao,” Lin Shuanghe said with a cheerful smile. “Do you like Xiao Jue?”

Xiao Jue: “Are you finished?” 

Unexpectedly, He Yan’s response was to raise her head, seemingly contemplating this name, and after a while, she nodded, saying, “I like.” DJDJKEOERJKRJDBFJD PLEASE GAWD.

Also Chu Zhao discovered He Yan was a woman even faster than Xiao Jue that was crazy.

Quote Chapter 121 (so many good ones) : “Tell me, which woman in this world would dare to hold onto him and not let go, force him to retreat step by step, and even take away his family heirloom, a jade pendant, without a word? Only you, Little Sister,” he saluted He Yan with a fist, “Only you!” 

Quote Chapter 121:

Xiao Jue’s gaze focused on her, she couldn’t help but pause and ask, “You…. why are you looking at me like that?”

Xiao Jue turned around, leaning on the railing of the platform with a lazy smile. “I’m looking at how impressive you are, Female Star General.” CHENG LEI GONNA MAKE THIS SOUND SO FUCKING SEXY BYE

Quote Chapter 123: Lin Shuanghe was seated on his couch, looking at him. “I don’t mind if you ignore me, but we’ve known each other for so many years. I won’t hold it against you, but you’re not paying any attention to my Little Sister He. While military matters are important, so is my Little Sister He. Don’t blame your brother for not warning you. If you keep this up, one day, when Little Sister He is taken away by Chu Zilan, you won’t have a place to cry.” im lin shuanghe he is me.

In this chapter is so funny yo see Lin Shuanghe tries to set up Huaijin w He Yan and also how He Yan hangs out w Chu Zhao bc she is nosy and likes to hear gossip 😂.

We also find out that demon Xu Zhiheng married He Yan's younger sister, i felt for her when Chu Zhao told her that.

XIAO JUE JEALOUS THIS THE FIRST TIME WE SEE HIM JEAOUS IDCCCCC. He goes up in the mountain to w the excuse Lin Shunaghe pestered him to get He Yan bc Chu Zhao stood her up, he puts a cloak in her bc of the snow, makes snarky comments about him bc he thinks she likes Chu Zhao, gives her candy (ONCE AGAIN). LIKE COMMANDER GET UP?????????

Quote Chapter 124: "She looked up at the moon. The moonlight gently bathed the desolate mountains and the great river, the snow-covered woods, her lonely and barren years, and her eyes behind the mask. 

The moon knew her secrets, but the moon didn’t speak"

Quote 124: "He Yan was stunned.

“Do you know… Do you know her name?” Her heart raced.

“He Yan.” OMGNFNFMMFMFNF this is a deal breaker. Xiao Jue was the only person in the world who remembered her name and in that moment something shifted.

We learn about Xiao Jue's parents death and how life hasnt been easy on him either, when he found He Yan on that night in the temple they were both lost souls who found each other undee the moon (see what i did there?)

Chapter 126: "A cold voice, filled with subtle and comforting warmth, sounded, “If you truly want to be strong, even if you go blind, it doesn’t matter. Even if you’re blind, you can still be the most extraordinary blind person.”  i am a puddle of tears.

Quote Chapter 126: "For so many years, from “He Rufei” to “He Yan,” she had never taken off her mask. 

Until tonight, when a passing stranger saw through everything, lifted her mask, and found her tears. 

All her defenses and vigilance crumbled, and she slowly lowered her head, tears streaming down her face. "

Quote Chapter 126: "Has the rain stopped?” She didn’t feel the rain falling on her, so she reached out and asked the person beside her. 

The young man by her side had been kneeling on one knee, holding an umbrella for her. The umbrella wasn’t very big, and he was already half soaked, but his profile was sharp and clear, his eyelashes were covered in tiny water droplets, and his eyes had a layer of gentle warmth. 

“It’s stopped.” 

“Is there a moon in the sky?” 

The sky was dark, without a single star, so where could the moon be? 

He answered, “Yes.” 

“What’s it like…. outside?” 

“The moon is clear and bright, the wind is gentle like water, and the scene is endless.” CRYING AND THRWOING UP HITTING ME W A ROCK WOULD HURT LESS.

QUOTE CHAPTER 126: She never knew who he really was. 

That was the worst Mid-Autumn Festival He Yan had ever experienced, covered in mud, disheveled, and on the brink of despair. Fortunately, the moon was with her the whole time. 

There was no moon that night, but the moonlight was truly beautiful, that delicate and soft light had warmed her for many years." QSCK YOU ARE SO SICK.

Quote Chaoter 127: "

“Commander… What’s the matter?” 

“Miss He.” He took a step forward, slightly bowed, and looked directly into her eyes. The young man was handsome, his long and slightly curled eyelashes were clear, and his voice was low and magnetic, making people feel warm and tingly. 

“Do you like me?” OUUUU FAKE MARRIAGE HERE WE FUCKING GOOOOOOOOOOIO

Quote Chapter 127: "Xiao Jue held back a smile and calmly said, “Madam Qiao is a famous talented woman in Great Wei.” 

He Yan’s self-praise came to a sudden stop. 

“Proficient in various arts and crafts,” he glanced at He Yan, seeming to have some pity, “gentle, understanding, and considerate. Out of these sixteen words, which one do you relate to?” 

“Being a woman” He Yan answered honestly." SHEBSBEJEJSSN SHES SO FUNNY

Quote Chapter 128: " Xiao Jue stared at her for a while, then suddenly curled his lips and leaned closer to He Yan’s ear. His voice was very low, but it was just enough for everyone around to hear. “What’s causing the panic, madam?” BITKCJEK4JRJRIRKDJF HE YAN FIGHTING GOOD LUCK!!!!!

JDKWJDJD XIAO JUE SHOWING OFF IN FRONT OF A JEALOUS GIRL GIRL FOR NO REASON. XIAO JUE DOING HE YANS EYEBROWS AND THE MAIDS THINKING THEY WERE DOIN SUMN ELSE PLEASEEEEEEEEE

next chapters we also have interesting scenes like He Yan stunning as a woman, her and Xiao Jue looking at the erotic paintings, Xiao Jue acting mischevious and starting to have feelings while being in denial etc etc

Quote Chapter 135: “I don’t mind being a woman,” He Yan mumbled, “but someone has to see me as a woman first.” 

Xiao Jue was taken aback and looked at her. After the young girl spoke these words, she rolled back to the corner with her blanket, carefree and seemingly unaware of the faint hint of disappointment in her previous words. 

But someone had noticed. *@*@&%(@*@>÷*×]+[2&#○》¤♡¥\♤|¡{₩3¥3£\》 OH MY GOD

Quote Chapter 136: "You should go there. In Jiyang’s legends, lovers who cross Lover’s Bridge during the Water God Festival will never be separated for their whole lives.” 

He Yan whispered to Xiao Jue, “Did you hear that? ‘Never be separated for their whole lives.'” 

Xiao Jue looked at her with a faint smirk and said, “Quite terrifying.” HE IS FLIRTUNGNGNTNGNTJRNGNTKTJTOEKS

Quote Chapter 136: She had actually… been kissed by Xiao Jue? Although it was on the forehead, such an intimate contact…. It was hard to ignore. Even though it was an accident, the timing couldn’t have been worse. They had just crossed the Lover’s Bridge, and if the Water God had seen it, he might have mistaken them for lovers. He might even have added them to his romantic tales. He Yan shivered." YASSSSSSSSD - THE WATER GOD SAID.

Quote Chapter 136: His ascent was lightning-fast, and in the blink of an eye, he was at the top of the pole. He stepped on the tip of the long pole, casually took down the red flag, and as the wind blew, the flag fluttered in his hand. For a moment, his youthful face overlapped with that of the splendid youth of spring. His gaze wandered, and he raised his eyebrows slightly, looking down at the people below, perhaps just at He Yan, and he smiled with a curl of his lips, saying, “Got it.” 

It’s not the wind that moves, it’s not the flag that moves, it’s the heart that moves." XIAO JUES LOVE LANGUAGE ACTS OF SERVICE THIS KING!!!!!

CHAPTER 137: THE WATER GOD FESTIVAL DANCE. THE TEN SECRETS. THE MOON. (she passed out)

QUOTE CHAPTER 137(SHE IN DISTRESS)

"There was only one secret left. He Yan lifted her head and looked at the person in front of her. His face was covered by a mask, and his gaze was fixed on her, only revealing his beautiful chin with exquisitely defined lines. His thin, vibrant lips were lazily curved, conveying both the youth’s ruthlessness and tenderness. Her own face was concealed by the mask, hidden in the darkness, providing an infinite sense of security.

“For the last secret,” He Yan tiptoed, getting close to his chin, her voice soft, “I like the moon.” “The moon doesn’t know.” ENDLESS YELLING CRYING SHAKING I CANNOT DO THIS READING AGAIN IS THE SAME AS THE FIRST TIME

Quote Chapter 138:

“Young Master, husband?” He Yan tried to please him.

Xiao Jue’s lips twitched, “Speak properly.”

“If you don’t agree, this wife will just keep talking like this.” HE LOVED IT SO MUCH FKJRJFKR

Quote Chapter 138:

“It’s not like you don’t like it,” he taunted with a smirk, “if you like it, just buy it. In this world, if you’re afraid to go after something for fear of losing it, that’s rather dull.” 

Seeing that He Yan was still motionless, he looked at her with a mocking glint in his eye, but his tone was surprisingly calm. “Miss He, this is Jiyang. Today, you can do whatever you want without worrying about the consequences. You can be who you truly are. If you like something, express it. You don’t have to compromise or deceive everyone.” 

FLIRTING. REASSURING. TREATING HER WELL WHILE TEASING. I CANT BREATHE

Quote Chapter 138:

“Not really, just… ” She looked into the distance with a somewhat melancholic expression. “Sometimes, when you’re someone’s substitute for a long time, you can’t help but forget who you are.”

“Commander, you must remember my name.”

“I’m called…”

“He Yan.” MY YANYAN 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Quote Chapter 138: The young girl faced the night sky, smiling slightly. Xiao Jue turned to look at her and saw her clear gaze, mixed with a hidden layer of sorrow in her happiness. All the previous brightness seemed to disappear, as if there were countless unspoken sorrows that had been swallowed one by one. LORD PKS TAKE ALL HE YANS SUFFERING DOUBLE IT AND GIVEIT TO HE RUFEI XU ZIHENG AND XU XINGFU

LIU BUWANG. He Yan trained by Xiao Jue in the past ... whew

[nyopilled]

ENTRY #8: 10/07/23

today's song: https://open.spotify.com/track/6TRjT37UyRUVrGg3gTlIqb?si=yLhQn1BsRXucBuxyhdN5Yg

ok i actually forgot to do yesterdays bc i was talking to my mom n having a fun little convo w her which is actually very valid so 😇

TW: mentions of needles, human cannibalism

today i ate, slept, played honkai, read webnovels and did surgery on nui!diluc.

before i talk abt the surgery, ill talk abt the other things.

i watched a documentary abt the el sidrón neanderthals n human cannibalism aside (tht accidentally sent me down a rabbit hole that . made me uncomfortable to say the least.), i think it's fascinating on how this one researcher emphasized that neanderthals aren't humans and arent the same as us (like culture, build, etc). i mean hes right but at the same time ive always considered neanderthals to be like a relative; yk like a cousin u see at a family gathering.

it made me think abt the differences between neanderthals and homo sapiens. admittedly, ive always looked at the behavior of human ancestors though a modern day human lens— but it made me question how far human empathy can extend to other species and if other hominid species had the same level of empathy as us. obviously, neaderthals are related to us, they are human but just not the type we are. n they did things that homo sapiens of the time did. i think that neanderthals viewed homo sapiens as the same as them, seeing as they interbred with them.

but still. how different are we? we come from the same genus, we share some dna, our bodies are anatomically similar in a way. what makes us human? is it because we've evolved more and are more technologically advanced? if the neanderthals hadn't gone extinct, wouldn't they have also evolved like we did? idk. maybe im just overthinking things like always.

i honestly wonder if my empathy will get in the way of future research lol. but i think it's better to have compassion than to be heartless. and empathy and emotions are a very human thing to have.

id rather live like a fool than die as a coward. (if u get this reference i salute u)

anyways time for Diluc. i will describe the procedure below under the cut.

diluc before surgery. he is sad. he has a hole at the back of his head.

i put him to sleep and placed him on a makeshift surgery table. i used sturdy red sewing thread and a bent needle i didnt even realize was bent until i started working on him.

this is him at the beginning of the surgery.

i didnt take too many pics during the middle portion bc i was Concentrating so here's diluc at the end of it.

i cut off the thread before i realized i only fastened it once and i was afraid it would undo itself since im planning to take diluc Everywhere w me so i put fabric glue as a precaution.

the red thread in the second pic is the thread that came undone originally.

anyways, he is now sleeping and in recovery so ill take a photo of him tmrw :3

i think thats all for today, nothing else rlly happened. i mean i also got an air conditioner in my room so at least i wont complain abt the heat anymore.

i also think its kinda funny that i went from talking abt the humanity of archaic humans to a "surgery" on a stuffed toy.

maybe this is what it means to be human.

thats all.

additional notes: idk how the community warning works so ill just keep it as mature . better to be safe than sorry .

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A Very Stark Christmas

A/N: IT’S A HOLIDAY SPECIAL, BITCHES, AGAIN! And it’s super short bc I’m DROWNING in work.

Okay. So this is in my Stark!ReaderVerse! Feedback, as awlays, extremely appreciated and desired. ​

TAG LIST: I do not.

Pairings/Characters: Shang-Chi x Stark!Reader, mentions: Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Pepper Potts, Katy Chen, Xialing Xu, Steve Rogers, just about everyone.

Warnings: fluff/crack drabble? I don’t know how to categorize it. swears.

Summary: Your fiance is with you to celebrate Christmsa together! Your first Christmas with family since the Blip, aka, for once, you did not run away from a holiday

WC: 2,926

Murder. All you could think about was murder.  As you watched your fiancé and your little sister run around the kitchen, you wanted to do nothing but murder them. Sure, they were adorable. They were so cute at this moment, playing together, laughing, having fun, but you wanted to fucking kill them.

A hand rested on your shoulder and you looked to your right to see Pepper sighing, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. That doesn’t take me hours to do or anything,” you replied, staring at all the Christmas cookies you had decorated being covered in flour and other ingredients that ruined the designs and made the cookies, basically, inedible.

Pepper sighed softly, “I think Morgan got impatient waiting for you to come back from the store and decided that her uncle would be a sufficient baking buddy.”

“He’s also five years old inside, though. I guess it’s a good match.”

“Yeah…” Pepper trailed off. “Anyway, I invited Happy over, but he’ll be here after Christmas for the New Year’s party. May invited him to join her and Peter for Christmas.”

“That’s sweet,” you commented. “Good for Happy.”

“Yes. Rhodey will be here late too, and I’ve invited everyone to the compound for New Year’s.”

“Dude —“

“We’re keeping Tony’s legacy alive. We didn’t do a massive Christmas party. We’re doing a giant New Year’s party, deal with it,” she remarked. “How’s Katy enjoying the gift?”

“Well, I don’t know how well you can recreate Home Alone 2 when your entire family is with you, but she sent me a video of her throwing her brother into a snow bank in Central Park. I think they’re having fun.”

Pepper laughed, “Good, good. Okay, let’s stop this mess.”

You and Pepper walked into the kitchen to see Morgan holding a bag of icing like it was a knife, and Shangqi holding a bowl of sprinkles in the air like he was going to dump it all over Morgan.

“I will fucking kill you if you dump a bowl of sprinkles everywhere,” you blurted out quickly.

He cringed, “Sorry, babe.”

“Hi mama,” Morgan waved her hand cheerily. “We’re having fun.”

“I see! And making a huge mess of it,” Pepper took the bag out of her hand, “You ruined your sister’s cookies. She worked very hard on those, you know. You asked her to make them.”

“Oh,” her face fell slightly as she looked down to see the broken cookies covered in various other ingredients. “I’m sorry, Y/N. Uncle Shangqi made me have too much fun.”

“Dude…” he stared at her, shocked that she was totally passing the blame on him. “Wow.”

Morgan smirked while he pouted.

Shangqi glanced down and grabbed a cookie, “Hey, I mean. It still looks good! I’m sure this is fine,” he took a bite of one. You could see his eye twitched as his teeth sunk into a corner covered in raw flour and soaked in lemon juice, “It’s uh, got a nice bite to it.”

“Nice try,” you commented as you took the cookie from his hand. “You and Morgan are cleaning this up.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“And when you’re done, I’m going to make coquito and blow your mind,” you explained as you picked some chocolate chips off of his sweater. “So go clean up, don’t make more of a mess, and I’ll be back.”

“You got it, boss,” he leaned down and pecked your lips. “Where will I find you?”

“I’ll be upstairs making my rounds of texts and video calls.”

He nodded his head once and gave you a quick, almost comical salute with how much sugar he was covered in, “Then I will see you soon.”

You smiled softly, mumbled ‘at ease’ and walked away, making sure to tickle Morgan on her stomach before you jogged upstairs. Going into your room, you jumped on the bed, pulled out your phone, and went to making your calls.

“Hey, Peter,” you smiled as you caught Happy in the background wearing an apron and very clearly trying to teach May how to make something. “Having a good time?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. May burned a bunch of stuff. Happy is trying to help her learn to cook. Again. Totally not weird at all for me or anything,” he mumbled under his breath which made you snort. “Hey, May, Happy, Y/N called!”

“Hey!” May waved happily while Happy ran over.

“Hey, hey, munchkin!” 

You snorted, “Happy, I think I’m taller than you or your height, even.”

“Still going to be munchkin to me,” he remarked. “You look good, kid. Doing okay? Where’s that uh, where’s that new fiancé of yours?”

“Why, so you can intimidate him?” You teased. “He’s downstairs cleaning with Morgan. They were playing and made a mess.”

“Good, you make that man clean his own messes,” Happy said, pointing a finger at the screen. “we’re not falling for any more idiots who don’t appreciate you in this household.”

“Yes, Happy.” You grinned. “You guys have fun. I’m going to make a few more rounds really quickly.”

“Merry Christmas, munchkin,” Happy told you. “Good to see you actually celebrating this year and not being dragged around by Sam and Bucky.”

“Did they tell you what happened last year?”

“They told Pepper, who told me, in tears. Let’s just say she’s very happy to have you back and celebrating again.”

“Right,” you mumbled. “Well, have fun. By the way, I think May burnt whatever’s on the stove.”

“Oh, shit!” Happy ran off to help her while you glanced at Peter.

“Yeah, that’s not surprising,” he sighed. “Bye, Y/N. See you at the party.”

“See ya, Parker.”

You then decided to call Bucky. After a few moments, and even a second call because you were not going to do this later, Bucky answered the phone wearing an elf hat and ears.

“Holy shit,” you mumbled as you immediately took screenshots. “Christmas really did come early for me. Thank you for this, Bucky Bear. This is all I ever wanted.”

“I swear to god, Stark. I will — “

“Y/N Stark, how you doin!” Sam shouted as he came into view, arm slinging around Bucky as eggnog sloshed around in his cup. “Doesn’t he look great? We’re calling him the grumpy elf.”

“Sam, he looks amazing. And you’re a fantastic Santa Claus. Or is it Samta?”

He beamed, “I see what you did there. I’m loving it! You went home this year, right? Or do we need to go drag your ass outside? We already adopted one emo for the holidays. Do we need another?”

You snorted, “I’m home, I’m home! Who did you get? Steve?”

“Yeah, Sarah’s got him helping her in the kitchen, since Sam is drunk and eating everything before she can even finish prepping for tomorrow.”

Sam nodded proudly, “Yes, yes I am. What you guys doing over there?”

“Shangqi and Morgan are cleaning up a kitchen explosion so I can make some coquito tonight.”

Cue those two groaning and shouting that they wanted coquito and didn’t have any. Yelling over each other, they proceeded to beg you to save them some, or make more for the New Year’s party. Sam was even so bold as to ask for the recipe.

“That’s my mom’s recipe. You’re not getting that,” you chuckled. “Over my dead body.”

“Well, don’t tempt us, Stark. We’ll make it happen.” Bucky joked.

“Oh ,sure, sure. I bet you two will kill me. You like me too much to do that.”

“You’re okay, I guess.” Sam sighed. “Like, we don’t care about your feelings or anything. We just check on you so you don’t break the planet and stuff.”

“Uh-huh,” you nodded slowly. “Right. Anyway, have fun. Say hi to —“

“Oh, let’s give her the tour,” Bucky held the phone out of Sam’s reach and brought you to the kitchen. He turned the camera around so you could see her kids sitting at the counter, one drinking hot chocolate while the other was decorating the rest of the mugs of the steaming hot beverage. Sarah turned and waved happily to you before slapping Sam’s hand away from the ham. Steve turned around and gave you a soft wave.

“Doing okay there, doll?” Steve asked. “I know how you get around Christmas.”

You rolled your eyes, “Not your job to check on me, Steve.”

“As long as I’m alive, I’ll —“

“Okay, before this gets awkward, I’m gonna let you go,” Bucky said quickly as he turned the phone way. “Later, Stark. Oh, and tell your boyfriend — sorry, tell your fiancé that he’s a loser. And tell Katy she’s an even bigger loser.”

“Wow,” your eyebrows flew up. “Bucky, you really do like them, don’t you? Aw, look at you making friends. This is so cute.”

“Shut up, Stark.”

You cackled, “Bye, guys. Have fun.”

You briefly spoke to Bruce after. Scott didn’t answer, likely with his kid, so you left a message for him. You went through your small circle of people, reminded Katy where she needs to drive to tomorrow so she and her family could come visit, and you tried to make one phone call that you’d been trying to make three times now.

“I know you have no one to go to, answer your phone, loser,” you muttered as you stood up from your bed and started to head downstairs, basically giving up on having this conversation.

But, funny enough, you heard a phone ringing as you descended the stairs. Frowning, you pulled away slightly to try to figure out whose phone that was while you waited on the line. As you hit the bottom step and looked around the room, you could see Clint by the front door taking off his boots while Pepper was hanging his coat on the rack.

“Can you stop calling me?” Clint looked at you. “God, you make it so hard to surprise you. Sheesh, your poor fiancé.”

You beamed. You tossed the phone on the sofa and ran over to Clint ,tackling him in a hug and listening to his back crack. “You’re such an asshole, Barton.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Starky.” Clint hugged you and rubbed your back. “Pepper invited me over. Hope that’s fine with you.”

“I was just calling to wish you happy holidays in case I forget tomorrow. I guess this’ll suffice.”

“You usually do forget, yeah,” he nodded in agreement. “I brought some booze. And, uh, eggnog for the kid.” He then glanced up at Pepper, “Oh, but it’s, like, low-sugar and all that healthy crap you do.”

Pepper laughed, “It’s Christmas Eve, she ate two candy canes for breakfast and three cookies for lunch. It’s all hell breaks loose now.”

“Right on,” Clint grinned. “Where is the tiny Stark and the boy toy anyway?”

“Kitchen,” you held on to Clint’s arm and dragged him to the kitchen. There, he could see Morgan sitting on the counter and throwing things into the garbage can like it was basketball, which Shangqi was holding up for her and cheering her on. “Hey, Morgan. You remember Clint, right?”

“Hi, Mr. Barton,” Morgan waved her hand.

“Clint’s fine, squirt,” Clint waved back to her.

“I’m not a squirt! I am Queen Morgan of Dragonridge and I slayed the giant demon dragon.”

Clint blinked leaned down to whisper in your ear, “I’m terrified of the inventions she comes up with when she’s older.”

“She already made a very crude, but effective, outline of flame-thrower pistols. I’m so excited,” you replied.

Clint now made a mental note that Morgan was a terrifying little creature. He nodded to Shangqi with a grin, reaching over to shake his hand as Shangqi put the can down to give him a hug.

“Still engaged to her? You’re brave.”

You mumbled swears while Shangqi held a hand over his own heart.

“I know, right? I’m shocked too. I think it’s the food that keeps me here.”

“You know? Fuck the both of you.”

“Yeah, fuck the both of you,” Morgan echoed.

“Oh, fucking shit,” you mumbled and pinched the bridge of your nose while Morgan started cackling maniacally.

“Okay. I think that’s a good time to force you to a bath,” Pepper said as she took Morgan’s hand and helped her off the counter. “Clint, make yourself comfortable. We’re eating late and opening a present each tonight.”

“Sounds good,” Clint thanked her and watched the two disappear. With them gone, Clint stared at you and your fiancé who was resting his chin on the top of your head. “I’ve got pizza in the car we can have for lunch.”

“Amazing,” you sighed happily.

“Wait, we’re opening presents tonight?” Shangqi asked with a furrowed brow. “You guys don’t wait until Christmas?”

“Just one gift tonight,” you explained. “When I was a kid my mom and I would cook all day long, open a present at night. She tried to get me to go to midnight mass, never happened, always knocked out.”

“Wow, are you going all out?” Clint asked. “The last time you did all that was, I think, I think when we were all at the tower.”

“Yeah….” you trailed off and glanced up at Shangqi. “Thought I’d share some off my Christmas traditions.”

Your fiancé beamed, “I’m honored, babe. I really am. Anything else I should know?”

“At the moment? Nah.”

He nodded, “Oh, since Katy’s family is coming tomorrow, I have it under good authority they’re making some stuff to bring over.”

You raised an eyebrow, “How did they find a way to make food? I don’t think there was a kitchen in that room at The Plaza.”

Shangqi sighed and patted the top of your head, “Never underestimate  that family’s desire to feed people. It outweighs everything every time.”

“Noted. Great, it’ll be a Chinese-American-Puerto Rican Christmas for all,” you clapped your hands together. “Let’s do this. I’ll get started on the coquito.”

“I’ll help you get the pizza out of the car,” Shangqi nodded to Clint.

Clint sighed happily, “I can’t wait to eat all of that food tomorrow.”

~*~

The boys heated up the pizza in the oven while you were making the festive drink. Shangqi would sit on the counter and feed you pizza while you worked, him and Clint shooting the breeze with you in the kitchen and talking about video games and movies, mostly. Morgan returned from her bath and joined the pizza party along with Pepper, who was delighted that Clint picked it up from her favorite place.

After making your coquito, you all curled around the TV and fireplace to watch Christmas movies together. Shangqi noticed at one point that Morgan was drawing the Grinch’s sleigh, and he wondered if he was witnessing a child evil genius concoct an actual way to steal presents from people.

You all opened one gift each, drank some more, and each went your separate ways to go to bed. Morgan was already passed out and carried up to bed by Pepper. You, Clint, and Shangqi hung around for al little while longer before heading off to bed. 

In your bedroom, you curled up into Shangqi’s arms as he wrapped his tightly around you and stared up at the ceiling.

“I like this,” he remarked. “You’re doing things you used to do, sharing it with me. You look happy, babe. That makes me happy too.”

You beamed and squeezed his middle, “I mean. It still kind of sucks. Haven’t had my mom for so long so I’ve dealt with that but it really sucks not having my dad here. He’s the life of the party.”

“Well,” Shangqi turned so he was facing you, “I’m sure we can find someone to take up that title.”

“Yeah…” you trailed off.

“It’s going to be Morgan,” you both said and laughed. 

“Good, too much pressure,” you remarked. “Thanks for coming. I know you wanted to do that Plaza Hotel Home Alone thing with Katy.”

“Yeah, but I can always do it next year or whatever,” He shrugged a shoulder. “But this was your first Christmas back with family. This was more important.”

“You’re kinda too good to me,” you muttered to yourself. “I think about that, you know? Helped me through so much. I kind of feel like all this time together I haven’t really done the same for you.”

“Well, babe. Next time my ex-husband comes back from the dead after all my friends died and we saved the world, I will heavily lean on you,” he teased. “Besides, that’s not true.  Remember when we went to Macau to see my sister? You were there for me through all of that. Even when I thought she might actually be rebuilding the Ten Rings, which is crazy,” he laughed to himself in disbelief. “Anyway, I’m not keeping track, babe. I love you. You’re amazing. We just have to be there for each other no matter what. Right?”

You grinned, “Right.”

He winked, “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”

“Merry Christmas, Shangqi,” you sighed happily and kissed him before resting your head on his chest. As your arms found a comfortable spot around him, you felt them brush against something. Frowning, you raised your hand and grabbed at his boxers, which made him squirm under your touch.

You sat up and stared at him in the dark, “Shangqi.”

“Yes, oh lovely love of my life?”

“Did you,” you paused to feel around, “Did you pin mistletoe to your boxers?”

“I did, yeah,” he cleared his throat. “Festive, right?”

“Oh, my god.”