#and oh BOY are they loving the light there

[plotholesaregreatactually]

Honestly we don’t see much about Duke in these crossovers.

So here’s a really long post! Though it isn’t exactly Duke.

@im-totally-not-an-alien-2 I hope you approve!

(Oh it’s really late for me rn)

I mean, pretty sure duke could use his powers to turn invisible and he usually does the day shift by himself I think so it’s a bit easier to get some of his DNA without being noticed and as the meta of the group it makes sense he’d be targeted.

I can even imagine how they meet.

The sole somewhat stable surviving clone of the vigilante Signal manages to escape from the facility he’s held in.

Similarly to Superboy he gets some knowledge downloaded into him but not on the same level as I imagine this to be a smaller and more lowkey organization. That’s also why he isn’t so stable.

He gets some of Duke’s memories to as *waves hands* somehow his meta ability allowed him to just have some of his memories, for flavor ig.

So escaped clone learned pretty early on how to turn invisible and does a few light shows every now and then when fighting against his previous captors and to better understand his powers.

Someone noticed some weird light shows and a new ghost story is born!

In comes the Fentons with the ectoplasm powered steel chair!

And Phantom swoops in to the rescue! The gh- wait this isn’t a ghost!

And flys away after saving Mr. To-be-named who has stars in his eyes after being rescued for the first time ever. Though he still has a bit of bat paranoia ingrained in his being.

Next comes a hilarious series of cutscenes of them hanging out and getting closer to each other!

Danny introduces Cloney to Nasty Burger!

Beam Supreme (the clone) has a powers mishap! And gets an array of lightbulb and light related punny nicknames from Danny.

Danny shows Disco Strikes Back! His astronomy knowledge by bringing to a special event at a planetarium, for some reason though Sam and Tucker couldn’t make it?

Our Clone boy remembers that his template tried out for track and soccer before and decided to see if it’s something he would like. The track reminds him of the few endurance tests he was put through though with soccer he loved the camaraderie the sport had, and the fact he got to join a team while his template got kicked out.

Rainbow Jumpscare earns that nickname by scaring off a group of ghost that tried to jump Danny as a civilian! …He really liked the feeling of saving someone… though he didn’t like the way his chest felt when he saw Danny in danger.

And many more happen though you can think those up!

[Next part is in sections so you don’t have to read one huge chunk of text]

(Pt.1) Danny accidentally shows off his weapons prowess when a ghost uses Paulina as a hostage, he even gets invited a party she’s hosting tomorrow! He’s so excited! Or. He should be. He’s not sure why he feels so, uninterested, it’s Paulina! The school’s idol! And where’s Sparkles?

(Pt.2) It’s the day of the party and our dear clone boy really doesn’t want to be around, he’s realizing something about himself and if he sticks around longer it won’t be just the G.I.W after Danny. Showing off his powers like that must have alerted someone to where he is, and… if Danny, if someone who’s been so head over heels for some girl since they met finds out about his feelings then! No. He won’t ever find out. (Not even Clone Duke can do emotions, well he was made from a guy born in Gotham)

(Pt.3) Danny, after talking to, surprisingly enough, his parents, comes to a realization that Paulina doesn’t really matter to him anymore! I mean she’s popular and he’ll still save her and all but his relationship with Glowbug means a lot more to him!

(Pt.4) They play a game of cat and mouse, Clone Duke manages to find and start methodically disassembling the G.I.W by destroying credibility and funding. Danny on the other hand somehow manages to follow his trail due to a unique ectoplasmic signature on a gift he gave Gleam Beam early on during their friendship. Danny thinks the G.I.W did something to his… His friend of course! Ha ha yup just friends no weird feeling at thinking that at all ha ha.

(Pt.5) The G.I.W is a few steps away from being irrecoverably broken and Clone Duke feels… totally not alone he can compartmentalize like any other hero clone! Danny really misses his Glow Bro really really misses him. But in a totally bro way of course!

(Pt.6) Danny nearly dies, Clone Duke nearly dies, they both get captured. Sam, Tucker and Valerie though begrudgingly manage to break in and cause enough of a commotion our duo escape! They then face down an insane man decked out in stolen and remodeled tech, who was the one to capture the duo, and defeat him.

(Pt.7) Clone Duke decides to ‘finally tell them his name’ aka. He just decided on one and is definitely not telling anyone he’s a clone.

He tells them his name is Asier.

Danny suddenly remembers Asier is also a pickle.

Pickle puns.

Many pickle puns. And jokes. And plushies. And keychains. And- you get it now right?

Though of course they aren’t telling each other about the weird feelings they have! Nope not that!

Despite their weird pretty much flirting during the entire fight.

And oh. Oh dear the rescue trio is not amused. And through *insert method here* the rescue trio call out the glowstick duo on their feelings!

And now they have to deal with PDA™️. Just kill them now but don’t because if they become ghosts they’ll deal with this for an eternity.

Btw Asier managed to destroy the group that cloned him and has several plans for the Fentons to make his beloved !Boyfriend! Happy!

Later he comes out with the whole clone thing after meeting Ellie after nearly dying from being a little too unstable and they decide to prank the Waynes for their anniversary.

(Hi! If anyone wants to add or write out any of this please do!)

(Also I’m not adding Cores or Obsessions or Ghost Instincts because this is meant to be lighthearted and I don’t want to delve in deep)

(Also if you give me content it fuels me and lets me make more so please type anything and I will consume it with the grace of a untrained dog given bacon that somehow manages to idk write bootleg Shakespeare)

Danny held back his laughter as he sprinted away. The note he left in the batmobile is going to rile up Gothams furries if what his boyfriend said was right.

All he wrote was, "I'm dating your clone, and there's nothing you can do about it." No signature, no fingerprints, heck, he didn't even reveal who's clone it was. Now he and his boyfriend are going to follow along with invisibility and popcorn to watch their heads explode.

[lilhughesy]

Can I request something with Will Smith? Maybe with the reader being a friend of Macklin

B.C. Tour Guides | Will Smith x Fem!Reader

warnings! none just fluff!

a/n: thankyou for your request! this was my first time writing for will and mack, so hopefully it’s ok! i hope you like it🫶

Macklin was ecstatic when he found out that the Sharks were going to be in Vancouver two days before their game against the Canucks. Meaning, he had time to visit his family and friends — more importantly, being able to show Will a bit of where he grew up.

Will and Mack got their kicks out of taking a quick stroll through Queen Elizabeth Park to visiting the local shops downtown.

“Okay, so I think we should get dinner at The Shed tonight.” Mack said to his best friend as they settled back into their hotel room after practice.

Will shrugged, “Sure, Mack. It’s your city, so whatever you wanna do.”

Mack grinned at the blonde, “Plus I think I might be able to get us a discount on dinner.”

The two Sharks got dressed into street attire not too long after before heading out to grab a coffee and people watch. One of their favourite pastimes, plus Will got to admire the Canadian city and enjoy the kind people that greeted them as they walked by.

Mack led Will into the resturant where they waited to be seated, Will watched Mack mumble something to the hostess who responded with an eager nod. She quickly led the two of them to the patio where it gave them the perfect view of the sun set over the beautiful city.

“Your waitress will be here soon with some waters!” The hostess said to the two of them while handing them their menus.

Mack explained to Will the different things he’s tried in the past, what he liked or didn’t.

“Hi welcome to The Shed, my name is Y/N-” She started before glancing up from her little notepad, she looked back down before doing an immediate double take, “Mack?!”

Mack grinned at the girl, watching her entire face light up, “Hey stranger!” He pushed himself out of his chair and pulled her into a tight embrace, “How are you?”

She laughed with disbelief evident in her tone, she squeezed her arms around his middle, “What are you doing here?! Don’t tell me you got booted out of the NHL already!”

He rolled his eyes, ruffling her hair slightly as they pulled away from each other, “Oh shut up, we’re here for a game against the Canucks tomorrow night.”

Y/N beamed, “That is so cool! Why didn’t you text me that you were coming back home?”

“I wanted to surprise you!” He exclaimed, still smiling before noticing Will patiently sitting in his seat still, “Y/N, this is my friend Will Smith. Will, this is my best friend Y/N- She got me through biology in school.”

She turned to look at the blonde, her hands wiping against the front of her pants, “Hi, Will Smith! Are you by any chance a famous actor?” She teased, giving the boy a sweet smile.

He looked up at her, completely entranced by the way the fairy lights sparkled behind her like a halo, and how her eyes shined and her smile was nothing like he’d ever seen before. Will never believed in love at first sight, however at this moment, he swore that he just experienced it.

“Unfortunately not,” Will finally replied, snapping out of his trance and pulling himself together, “Just a hockey player.”

“This is his first time in Vancouver too, so I’ve just been showing him around.” Mack added, nudging his friend with his elbow lightly.

“Well, welcome to beautiful British Columbia, I hope you enjoy your stay! Also, a hockey player in the national hockey league is just as cool as an actor in my opinion.” She said to him with a wink, “Okay wait, I am in fact working so let me take your orders, at least for drinks, so I can keep my job.”

The boys chuckled, as each gave her their order which she scribbled down on her notepad before whisking away to her other tables.

“So, that’s my friend!” Mack told Will, “She’s great, super fun to be around!”

Will nodded, his eyes still following you as you moved around the restaurant with the same smile on your face, “Dude, you’ve got to give me her number,” He begged his friend, “Please don’t tell me she’s in some long committed relationship.”

Mack’s eyes widened before he started to laugh, “Oh man, you’ve got it bad!”

Will shot him a warning look, “I just think she’s cool! Plus I want to be friends with your friends, y’know?”

Mack rolled his eyes playfully, clearly amused by the situation as he pulled out his phone and sent Will her contact information. Will’s face lit up as he received Mack’s message and immediately started typing, “What do I say to her?”

“Dude!”

[kxsagi]

“𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐯𝐬. 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬”

a/n: def suggestive, but these are headcanons of the boys as your husband reacting to your interview where the interviewer asks: “how’s your bedroom life with your husband?” and you respond amused, but making it clear that you won’t say anything because you know how out of hand your fandom can get and your response only fuels the fire

kind of a continuation to this post

for my beautiful @mihyas-dieehefrau 🤍

ft. isagi yoichi, itoshi rin, itoshi sae, kaiser michael

isagi yoichi

his interview starts off normal. real professional. smooth. and then the host smirks and goes: “so… your wife kind of obliterated the internet yesterday. care to comment on her ‘no moaning edits’ statement?” 

isagi literally chokes on air. 

he panics, face turning red immediately. like violently red. the crowd laughs, but he just squeaks out, “i-i mean! she’s not wrong?! i have seen those edits and i-it’s weird!” 

cue the giant screen behind him turning on to show a very sus fan edit with the song one of the girls by the weeknd and you and isagi's voices in AI sounding very... explicit.

he buries his face in his hands and goes, “please stop showing those. my mom watches these interviews.” 

the host asks if he’s jealous of the edits and isagi quickly goes, “of course not, she’s my wife. i already won!” 

then realizes what he said and turns even redder. 

still gets tagged in tens of thousands of new edits after this. and yes, he watches them secretly. with the volume low. just in case. 

itoshi rin

he walks into the interview calm as hell. usual poker face. the host tries to warm him up with soccer questions first. 

then they ask, “your wife said she won’t give us any bedroom tea because of fandom edits. but hypothetically, if she did, would you be mad?” 

rin blinks slowly and replies with zero hesitation: “she’s right. you people are insane.” 

the audience laughs nervously, and rin leans forward like he’s about to physically fight the camera, “you edited my voice onto a video where i was barking. barking.” 

gets visibly annoyed when they bring up the ‘daddy’ tiktok. you can see him restraining himself from throwing his mic. 

when asked if he watches the edits, he mutters, “... sometimes.” 

a fan yells “IS IT BECAUSE YOU’RE OBSESSED WITH HER?” and he answers with zero shame, “obviously.” 

the fandom eats it up. there’s now a new audio going viral: “obviously.” – rin itoshi, the whipped husband. 

itoshi sae

this man sits down like he owns the whole damn show. the host brings up your interview, expecting a subtle reaction. 

instead, sae smiles lazily and goes, “mm. she’s cute, isn’t she?” 

the crowd screams. people faint. someone proposes to him from row two (they get rejected). 

when asked about the “no moaning edits” line, he smirks. and says with a straight face: “funny thing is… some of those edits are accurate.” 

CHAOS. the audience erupts. the host spills their drink. the internet melts. 

sae just sips water and says, “you know, if you guys spent less time editing and more time working, you could afford therapy.” 

watches every edit. rates them. has a secret folder for the ones where you look too good. shows them to you in bed like, “look how obsessed they are. i win.” 

kaiser michael

struts into the interview like a runway model. already smiling. already knowing what’s coming. 

they bring up your “i know what y’all are capable of” comment and kaiser grins. 

“oh yeah, i knew what i was signing up for. she’s insane, and i love her for it.” 

when the host shows a fan edit with audio of kaiser growling “mine” and you edited into a telenovela scene, he laughs. 

“honestly? 10/10. good lighting. she looks hot. as always.” 

crowd starts chanting “HUSBAND GOALS!” and he eats it up. 

interviewer: “do you get jealous of her fans?” 

kaiser: “what, the ones who call her ‘mother’? no. i call her wife. stay mad.” 

he definitely has burner accounts. defends you in comment sections. threatens people politely. likes and reposts every good edit. 

ends the interview with: “keep making those edits. just remember, no matter how good they are, she still goes home with me and to me.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[fredswrite]

A/N: This was supposed to be longer than that, but oh well, I love my cute emo boy even if it’s short.

SUMMARY: Your punk neighbour finally has the guts to ask you out on a date. bubbly!reader x sam!monroe

WC: ~ 900

No warning <33

MLST

KIND OF A DATE

The summer air was thick with the smell of salt and cut grass, and somewhere down the street, someone was playing Bad Religion too loud through a screen door. You were skipping across the Monroe driveway like it was your personal stage, lemonade sloshing dangerously in a plastic cup, the ice clinking with each step. Your voice dances through the air as you speak about your latest theory of clouds having secret lives.

"You see that one? It looks like a squirrel in downward dog. Don't lie, you see it too!"

Sam Monroe, half-shadowed on the porch in his navy jeans and an old Misfits t-shirt, didn’t answer. He's crouched over a warped board with a screwdriver in hand, pretending to be very invested in home repair, that his dad wanted him to join in. His black nails were chipped. His piercings caught the light. He hadn’t looked up once.

But you knew better.

You've caught him watching you more than once, usually when you're not supposed to notice. At first, he was all eye rolls and silent groans whenever you came over. Now, he just kind of... existed in your orbit, like a moody little planet circling your sunshine.

You hopped up the steps and sat beside him with a huff. "You know," you started, sipping your lemonade, "you're the most interesting person I've ever met who hasn't smiled at me even once."

His shoulders tensed. He glanced sideways at you, long enough to give a noncommittal shrug, before returning to the board.

"I smile," he muttered, and you swear it's the first thing he's said to you all week.

"Prove it."

His lips twitched. Barely. A phantom smile. But you could see it.

"Oh my god," you gasped, "was that it? That was like... a micro-smile. A mini. A smol."

He rolled his eyes, but his ears turned pink, which you considered a victory. He pushed his bangs out of his face, fingers smudged with sweat and dust, and kept his gaze glued to the screwdriver like it's more dangerous than you.

You leaned back on your elbows and tilted your head toward the sky. "You're like one of those cats that acts like it hates everyone but then starts sleeping on your pillow. Slowly. Stealthily."

He exhaled through his nose. "Do you ever stop talking?" He finally sat up, looking at you.

"Nope," you chirped. "It's one of my top five skills. Right after making bracelets, eating popsicles too fast, and finding four-leaf clovers like, weirdly often."

He gave a tiny huff—almost a laugh—and you know he's cracked. He just doesn't know it yet.

There's a pause. You sipped your lemonade. He pretended not to look at your knees tucked under you, the rainbow anklet you were wearing, the little sticker on your shoulder you forgot was there.

Then he cleared his throat. "So... there's this thing."

You blinked at him. "A thing?"

"Yeah. At the lake. On Friday." He fidgeted with the screwdriver, thumbs the worn edge of his jeans. "They do fireworks. And funnel cake.

You smiled slowly, watching the way he wouldn't quite meet your eyes.

"I was wondering if you... Maybe wanna go. With me. Just us."

It came out rushed, like he was afraid that if he said it too slowly, he would chicken out halfway through.

You blinked. Then you beam. "Duh. I've only been waiting for you to ask me out since you glared at me in your hoodie like a sad little vampire."

He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. His ears were bright red now.

You reached over and gently bumped your shoulder into his. "Took you long enough, Monroe."

He shrugged, lips quirking in that way that might became a real smile if you kept poking at it. "You're just... a lot."

"You mean awesome?"

"I mean loud."

You grin. "You love it."

He didn't deny it.

Friday came. You were wearing glitter on your cheeks and a skirt that twirled when you spun. Sam showed up in all black, of course, but he had a bracelet on—one of yours, braided with bright thread and a plastic skull bead in the middle.

At the lake, he was quieter than usual, but you filled the space between with your laughter, with questions he pretended to hate answering but secretly liked. When the fireworks start, you don't ask, you just take his hand.

He stiffened, then relaxed like it was the most natural thing in the world. Your fingers were sticky from the powdered sugar of the cake. His thumb brushed your knuckle softly.

"You're not gonna write a poem about this, are you?" he muttered, watching the sky explode in color.

"I might," you teased. "Something like: 'Black hoodie, black heart, but oh, those hands. Sticky with love."

He groaned.

You lean your head on his shoulder. "Shut up. You're smiling again."

"I'm not."

"You are. Just accept that you like me. It's inevitable."

And this time, he didn’t argue. He just squeezed your hand tighter as the sky lit up, and for once, he didn’t feel the need to hide behind silence or sarcasm.

With you, being seen didn’t feel so scary.

[ballsandbabes]

Beneath the Bruises: Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Authors Note: I normally dont write about other things than Sports, BUT...I started with Weak Hero and find the story really exciting. While reading, I found Geum Seong-ja's character very exciting. Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

Summary: Love is never easy, but it is difficult when you fall in love with Seongje. But what happens if he's interested in you too?

Genre: Universe of Weak Hero, slow-burn romance, character drama, fluff with grit, slightly toxic depiciton of a relationship.

Life wasn't fair. Not for you. Your parents were once respected doctors at a good clinic. But even there, corruption flowed through every vein of the institution. That is, until Kim De-Uhn, the director of the clinic, died. And therefore the only person who had protected this secret. As soon as the new director was in office, all employees were fired, including your parents. They had done nothing wrong, but the director wanted to get rid of all old employees in order to be able to completely rebuild and improve the clinic's reputation. With everything that came to light afterward, it made it difficult for your parents to find work again.

And that's how you ended up at Eunjang High School. A cruel, brutal and unrelenting chaos of a school life. You had once had dreams. Dreams of a good, carefree life as a graphic designer. But now it was about surviving this cruel and terrible place.

If you didn't belong to one of the thug squads or knew a member, you could actually get through everyday school life just fine. And that's exactly what you did. You were quiet, reserved and didn't attract attention. Which doesn't mean that you didn't have your reputation at school. The classmates who knew you knew how good you were. Smart, well-read, intelligent, one or two boys would also say that you were very beautiful.

“Omg, I heard Yeon Sieun got into a fight with someone again,” said Daehyun, your best friend. "Oh come on, let's not interfere. That happens every day," you said as you prepared for the next lesson.

You first met Geum Seong-jae after a math test.

You were sitting alone in the hallway, reading glasses slipping down your nose, notebook open across your lap as you reviewed formulas for fun — because yes, that’s the kind of person you were. You liked rules. You liked logic to a degree. You liked knowing that hard work, in school at least, led to clear answers.

He walked by bleeding from the lip.

And you didn’t look away.

“You....you okay?” you asked, calm and straightforward. At that moment you didn't even know why you had spoken to him. Actually, it was against all your rules, but you did it anyway. How reckless.

He slowed. Stared. He was used to flinches, whispers, or forced politeness. Not concern. Especially not from a girl in a sporty zip-up Hoodie with ink on her fingers. He scoffed. “Do I look okay?”

“You look like you got your face slammed into a locker. Twice,” You said while adjusting your glasses. Why did you say that?

That pulled a sharp laugh from him—surprised and short. Then he turned to leave, but not before shooting you a sideways glance.

“Don’t get involved,, stupid girl” he muttered.

But you were involved, in the way that people like you always were — because you believed people and their actions could be understood, even when they didn’t believe it themselves. You would know what he was like. He had shown this often enough when his bloody knuckles had slammed into his opponent's jawline until it was brimming with blood. That's why you knew you couldn't change him. You didn't want that either, but you wanted to be able to understand him, understand why he did what he did.

___ _ _ _

You saw each other every now and then, especially on the way home. When you had to move, the neighborhood you lived in, was different, more unsafe.

It had started with the conversation in the hallway of the school, that Seongje found himself thinking about you. What was the point of this stupid girl to just babble at him like that? Was she crazy?

You hadn't cared who he was, you had just wanted to make sure he was okay and he couldn't quite understand that. He had told himself he was here purely by chance as he waited outside the shabby little art room. Movement. He looked into the room through the tiny, dusty window. You helped a classmate with her picture. Your eyes focused and full of helpfulness. Your body language inviting and sisterly.

Another time you stopped at the sports field on your way from the entrance hall across the courtyard. You had actually never seen him play sports before, that was more Hoo-min Park's thing. Also a bully at your school. It was where you realized how strong and athletic Seongje actually was.

So it went back and forth. You noticed each other. However, without anyone else noticing.

The next time, he found you.

A kid from another class had tried to cheat off your quiz, and when you refused, he pushed you against a locker and called you a stuck-up nobody. You didn’t cry. You stared him down and told the teacher. He got detention.

You got called names. By lunch, your books had been tossed in the hallway. Again.

And Seongje saw it happen.

You didn’t saw him, therefor thinking he wouldnt bat an eye — he didn’t exactly have a reputation for defending nerdy girls with moral backbones. But then, at the end of the day, the kid who shoved you left school with a bloody nose and a limp. What had happened?

You and your friends sat on the wall of the schoolyard as you discussed in whispers what had happened to the guy who had been so mean to you. "Maybe this is all just a stupid coincidence," Mia said, her voice low and wavering. "I don't think so, the boys may be brutal, but that doesn't mean they can't think," Jiun said.

And then you would have seen him. Just early enough to see him put his bloody hand in his pocket. While you were still running, you said goodbye to your friends as you ran after him.

“Don’t thank me,” Seongje told you when you caught up to him later. “I didn’t do it for you.”

“Then why?” you challenged him to answer you, arms crossed, refusing to let him brush it off.

His eyes lingered on your face. "...Because you didn’t flinch. You even have the guts to talk to me like that."

___ _ _ _

He started showing up more after that. Not obviously. Just… nearby. Lingering. He'd stand outside the library and pretend to scroll through his phone. Sit behind you during lunch and pretend to sleep. Glance your way in class and immediately look away when you noticed.

You first didnt notice, but when you did, you never called him out. You just let him hover — because you knew that for someone like him, proximity was connection.

He asked you once, late in the hallway after everyone had left: “Why are you always trying to do the right thing? Even when it sucks for you?”

You closed your locker and smiled at him. “Because someone has to. I don't know, but maybe it will help someone. Maybe it will help someone if I point out to the teacher that we cannot move the date forward. And maybe if I do it enough, someone else will too.”

“…That’s so stupid,” he said quietly, laughing at you.

But the next week, he returned a lost wallet to a first-year without taking the cash inside. Even if he had thought about taking it.

Geum Seong-jae wasn’t gentle. Not in the slightest. To be honest, he was brutal, crazy and arrogant. Despising people who are or act weak, people like you. He wasn’t patient. His anger lived just under his skin, hot and volatile.

But with you?

He showed a very strange side of his, in ways you couldnt really describe. And explain even less.

He "walked" you home but never admitted it, basically he followed you from a few meters away. He "asked", more like teased or bullied you with questions about your favorite books and pretended to be bored....then he would steal them from you. He tried to fix your broken calculator once. Failed. Replaced it in your bag without saying a word. Which got you into massive trouble. Because the guy sitting next to you had lost his calculator, which was also new, and simply accused you of stealing his calculator. What was that about? Did Seungje want to bully you?

And when you asked him, one day, why he hung around you at all, he shrugged and said,“Because you entertain me with you "good morals".” “What do you mean,” you asked him, confused. He explained to you that you weren't an angel either. You lent your study materials to a classmate so that she could copy and not fail. Actually, you weren't allowed to do that. And unfortunately he is right. In an attempt to do something good, you had done something forbidden. An interesting thought came to you during this conversation…maybe it was the same with him?

___ _ _ _

It started like any other day — quiet, normal, deceptive. But you could tell something was off the moment Seongje stepped into school. His eyes were darker, shoulders tense, fists already curled like he’d been in a fight before first period even began. You didn’t ask — not yet — but you stayed close.

When the news spread through the halls that some guys from a nearby school had jumped one of Seongje’s friends outside the gates, everything unraveled fast. By the time you found him, he was already throwing punches. It wasn’t a fight — it was an explosion. Raw, furious, unstoppable. One of the boys lay curled on the concrete, bleeding from the mouth, teeth lose, while Seong-jae slammed the other into a wall, again and again, knuckles cracking with every hit.

“Seongje!” you shouted, running toward him. He didn’t hear you.

“Omg...Stop—please!” You grabbed his arm, your voice trembling but strong. “He understood, but if you continue you could kill him.”

He shoved you back without looking. Not hard — just to get you out of the way. But your foot caught the curb. And you fell. Hard. The third boy gripping you by your wrist, twisting it. You let out a cry of pain. The sound of your body crying for help, in pain, was louder than his fists.

That’s when everything stopped.

His fist hovered mid-air. His head turned. And when he saw you — clutching your wrist, eyes wide in stunned silence — his entire body locked. He let go of the boy he’d been pummeling, who collapsed with a groan. Then Seongje stumbled toward you, color draining from his face. Freeing you from the clutches of the third boy, while hitting him with his fist.

“Y/N…”

You sat up slowly, wincing. Your wrist throbbed, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the look on his face — pure devastation, like he was watching everything he built crumble in real time.

“I didn’t—” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know it was you, I just—”

You looked at him, really looked. Tears in your eyes, caused by through pain inflicted by him. His hands were shaking. Blood was on his knuckles, and you didn’t know whose. His breath came fast and shallow. But his eyes — his eyes were breaking.

“I told you,” you whispered, “you’re more than your anger.” He sank to the ground beside you, knees drawn up, hands buried in his hair like he wanted to tear it out.

“I’m not,” he muttered. “I hurt you. I did hurt you.”

You reached out gently, laying your uninjured hand on his.

“I’m still here,” you said. “That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

He looked at you like he didn’t deserve to. Like he’d already accepted that you’d walk away. Like they always did. But you, for what ever reason, didn’t. So if you wouldnt walk away, he had to. He didn't want to see you, being hurt by him ever again.

And so time passed. Time when it felt as if all the moments of stares, anger, closeness and acquaintance had never existed. You became strangers.

___ _ _ _

Time passed. Like it always did. Slow, awkward, cruel.

You and Geum Seongje drifted, the way people do, when things go unsaid — not out of hate, but out of history too heavy to carry. After the fight, after your wrist healed, after he stopped meeting your eyes in the hallway... things just broke.

Now, you were strangers again. You started dating someone a few months later — a boy from the year above, pretty handsome, tall and smart. He was kind, on paper. Well-dressed. Smiled when teachers looked. And most importantly, he wasn't complicated. He didn’t throw punches. He didn’t carry the weight of anger behind his eyes.

But Seongje noticed the difference right away. You didn’t light up when you talked about him. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. And when Seongje saw you walking with the guy, hand-in-hand but looking at the ground — he knew.

And then, some afternoon that week, he saw him. Behind the convenience store, Seong-jae caught him — your perfect boyfriend — with his arm wrapped around girl. A girl that wasnt you. The boy was grinning like he hadn’t just lied to you with every kiss.

That was the moment he snapped. No hesitation. No warning. Fist met jaw. Shoulder hit wall. The guy screamed, fought back, but Seong-jae was fire — wild and wordless. His only thoughts were: How dare you. How dare you touch her, lie to her, ruin her happy smile like that.

By the time it ended, Seongje stood panting over the guy’s crumpled body, fists bloodied, eyes burning. He didn’t even run.

He wanted you to know. You did find out. And you were furious.

You showed up at the nurse’s office where they were patching up his busted lip.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped, your voice shaking — not from fear, but something deeper. “You can’t just fight everyone who looks at you the wrong way, Seongje!” There it was. At such times, you showed a fire equal to his. Anger, disappointment and the urge to fight. It fascinated him how you could be so loving, caring and so spirited at the same time.

He stared up at you, eyes shadowed, like he’d already accepted your rage before you even arrived.

“I saw him,” he said quietly. “Cheating on you...with that dumb blonde from the second year. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let it slide.”

Your anger deflated. You blinked, stunned.“…What?”

He looked away. “He doesn’t deserve you. No one like that does.”

Silence hung heavy between you. And in it, something softened.

“I’m not....yours.... to protect anymore. I never needed that kind of protection...so whats up with this shit of yours??,” you whispered. Not cold. Just… honest.

“I know,” he murmured. “But I still want to.”

After that, things began to shift. Slow. Careful. You started saying hi again in the halls. He started waiting just a little longer near your classroom. One day, he handed you a drink — your favorite, the one you hadn’t told him you still liked. You took it without a word.

One night, you caught him waiting for you outside the library.

“Thought I’d walk you home,” he said. “Old habits die hard.”

You smiled. “Maybe they don’t have to die. and maybe you walk home with me, instead of behind me?”

From then on, it was the little things. Your hand brushing his on the bus, neither of you pulling away. Him walking on the outside of the sidewalk. You fixing the cut on his knuckle or cheek after another scuffle — gently, like touching something sacred. Him pretending not to look at you or care about it. You pretending not to notice.

You waited. Because if there was one thing you learned about Geum Seongje, it’s that he didn’t need someone to rescue him — he needed someone to stay.

___ _ _ _

It started on a late spring afternoon, the sky grey and heavy. You were leaving school when the downpour hit. You didn’t have an umbrella.

Of course, he found you just at the right time (he had probably followed you again) — running, hair soaked, backpack clutched to your chest. He didn’t say anything. Just walked up and stood in the rain beside you.

Soaked. Still. Silent.

You looked at him, laughter bubbling from your chest.

“This is stupid,” you said, smiling. “We’re going to get sick.”

“Probably,” he replied. You shook your head. “Why do you always show up?”

His voice was low, sincere. “Because you make me want to be someone who doesn’t run away.”

Your breath hitched. Rain clung to your lashes, little droplets haning on for their dear life. His hair stuck to his forehead., soaked and wet He looked at you like you were the only solid thing left in a world that never gave him a place to rest. This time his eyes only show the madness of letting you into his life. The madness of believing that a stupid girl couldn't hurt him. But you could. Whenever you weren't there, he couldn't see you. The fear that something would happen to you cut through him like a sharp knife.

You stepped closer. He didn’t move. “You’re not a bad person, Seong-jae,” you said, voice barely louder than the rain. “You’re just scared someone might understand you... believe that even you have good intentions...sometimes.”

“…You believe that?”

“I do,” you said quietly. Unsure if these words wouldn't make him angry. And then, he leaned in — slowly, softly — and you met him there, in the middle of the storm.

The kiss was everything it shouldn’t have been. Wet. Clumsy. Honest. Madness.

His hands gripped the sides of your face like he was terrified you'd disappear. Yours found his chest, feeling the heartbeat under bruises and bandages and broken pasts.

When you pulled away, breathless, you smiled.

He did too. Not wide. Not perfect. But real.

BONUS:

The boxing hall was dimly lit, smelling faintly of sweat, leather, and something weirdly nostalgic. The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the city hushed outside, the world tucked into sleep. It had been a few weeks now since you two shared that rainy kiss.

Inside, you were wrapping your hands with practiced slowness — or, at least, trying to. You had no idea what you were doing. You had never been in a place like this before and to be honest it scared you a little. On the other hand, you were happy that Seongje took you into his world with him. A sign of his affection towards you.

“You’re doing it backwards,” Seongje muttered, walking up behind you. His fingers brushed yours, fixing the tape with the kind of care that didn’t match his bruised knuckles or the way he usually handled the world. You glanced up at him, teasing. “I didn’t know Mr. Punch-Everything-In-Sight was a hand-wrapping expert.”

He gave you a sharp look, a fire flickering behind his eyes. “If you're gonna fight, you're gonna do it right.”

“Who says I want to fight?,” confusion rose in your voice. Shouldn't this be something like a date? Sure, it had been weird when he asked you to tag along, but when has it ever been normal with him?

His voice dropped. “You're with me now.” That shut you up — not because it was possessive, but because it was protective. His way of saying I won’t always be able to catch them first. The gym was empty but alive with silence. A single bulb flickered above the ring.

“You're not gonna hurt me....,” you asked, better demanded gently, stepping up into the ring.

He hesitated. “I might.”

You smiled, pulling him by the hand. “Then....Then teach me how to hit back.”

He started with stance — guiding your feet, steadying your shoulders. He circled you slowly, correcting posture, nodding when you got it right. But every time his hands touched you — waist, arms, jaw — it lingered just a moment too long.

And you noticed. “Try,” he said, lifting the pads. “Throw one.”

You did. It wasn’t clean. But it had heart.

He smirked. “Again.”

You hit harder. He chuckled lowly, his mad smile starting to appear on his face. “Better. Where’s that fire when you’re doing math equations?”

You dropped your fists and raised a brow. “Well.. its different...wait?You like my fire?”

He stilled — caught off guard for just a second. “...Yeah. A lot.”

Your eyes locked. Then you stepped in — slow, deliberate — sliding your hands up the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. Dragging him towards you.

His breath hitched. “Y/N…”

You tilted your head. “You gonna stop me?”

“No,” he whispered. “Never.”

And then you kissed him. No hesitation. No buildup this time.

It was all sharp angles and soft mouths, the snap of tension finally breaking. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him, teeth clashing in a kiss that tasted like adrenaline and something long overdue. It was wild and demanding.

You tugged at his shirt. He growled — low and real — before lifting you gently and setting you on the edge of the ring.

The contrast between his rough grip and the reverence in his gaze lit every nerve in your body.

“You sure?” he asked, chest heaving.

You nodded, breathless. “I’ve never been more sure.”

And in that old gym, where ghosts of fights past echoed in the walls, you gave yourself to him — not just your body, but every piece of trust he thought he didn’t deserve. And there you saw it, his version of gentleness.

His lips on your neck. Your hands in his hair. The quietest moans swallowed between kisses. Him trying his best, so his strength never bruised you — it only held you steady. And your softness never made him weak — it grounded him.

For once, Seongje had developed a strong respect for will and strength, other than his. His madness faltering, knowing you could understand his being.

For the moment, he just was mad about you.

I hope you liked this special piece. Love Becca <3

[hitomisuzuya]

hellooooo ^^ i'd like to request modern uni au kinda, where scara and y/n live together and their domestic life mostly pleaseee :> extra fluff with smut toooo

I absolutely adore the way you write scara in ANY au / version of him,,, its just feels so him djhtfkjyfkyt i love your writing so much O_O

scaramouche x fem!reader. fluffy fluff fluff. smut. fingering. clit stimulation. college au.

aww thank you so much❤️ i hope this turned out to your liking 🥺 you guys can pick what is cooked here. but for the sake of smooth narration, and because i got this idea from making a frozen pizza, that's what i wrote in.

scaramouche knew he was serious about you the moment he kissed you for the first time, drunk at the party, devouring your mouth with his tongue after you had just chastised him being an asshole.

he hasn't wanted anyone so badly ever since.

the following year, being the trust fund boy that he is, he splurged on a luxurious apartment right outside of campus to move into with you. and honestly, he is quite enjoying domestic life. it's quiet, peaceful and he got to wake up next to you every morning.

life is spoiling him in areas he never thought it would. to him, you are way out of his league. so far out of his league that you weren't even playing the same sport. yet, he hit a home run anyways and locked you down.

to be fair, the chores are split down the middle. more often than not though, scaramouche did your chores in the morning for you if you were nervous about an exam and wanted to study a little more that morning, or if you didn't feel well.

usually, the cooking is left up to him. since his mother couldn't cook, he had been dead set on perfecting cooking growing up. anything to be better at something that his mom could never be. good at.

today in between classes, you insisted that you wanted to make lunch today. you flashed him the cutest smile with an even cuter blush on your cheeks and declared you wanted to prove that you are future wife material.

he stood next to you in front of the oven, where a pizza sat baking perfectly positioned on the center rack. you even left the oven light on so you could keep an eye on it, glancing up at the kitchen timer ticking away on top of the stove. you have such a determined, concentrated expression on your face.

"you know staring at it isn't going to speed up time," he couldn't help but tease. you just look so fucking cute.

you let out a shy squeak. "i know, it's just..i am nervous. it's my first time making anything for you. i know there is no way for me to mess this up but still," you glance up at him for a moment before looking away shyly, "i have something to prove after all."

how cute you are so afraid of messing up in front of him.

scaramouche sighs, putting a hand on your head. "stop being so nervous. i am going to eat it no matter how it turns out." you followed the directions down to an exact tee. he is sure not even the great gordon ramsey would find fault with your method.

"scara, that's not the point. i want it to taste good," you reply a little exasperated. "i don't want you to just eat because i made it. i want you to eat it because it's good," you cock your hip restlessly, looking back at the oven light.

"you are way overthinking this," scaramouche chuckles softly. to soothe you, he pets his hand through your soft hair.

the oven timer dings. "oh, it's done," you said, hesitating while you open the oven.

the next series of events made a flutter of panic shoot through scaramouche. you only put on one oven mit to pull the rack out, and took it off. you reached into the oven with your bare hands to take hold of the tin foil.

"what do you think you are doing?!" he spoke so suddenly that it startles you. he quickly grabs your hands. "you don't have oven mittst on! you could burn yourself!" he took the pizza out of the oven, and kicks the oven door closed, turning the oven off.

"scara, tin foil doesn't get hot," you try and reassure, "i didn't burn myself, honest," you put your hand in his when he took hold of it.

"you almost burnt the side of your knuckle on the inside of oven," he murmurs, feeling relieved he didn't see a burn mark. he brushes his fingers over your unmarred skin. his future wife is delicate, damn it.

"but, scara, what about your hands. you reached into the oven without any mitts on either," you intertwine your fingers through his, squeezing his hand before bringing it to your lips. "you could've burnt yourself too. your fingers are too beautiful for that."

just as his concern for you made your heart flutter, scaramouche felt his flutter. and watching you flit about the apartment, trying to prove that you could be his little wife really made his cock ache.

"maybe i scalded them a little," he said, taking his hand out of yours. he brought his fingers to your lips. "be a doll, and soothe them for me," he taps two fingers on your lips.

your cheeks flush as you open your mouth. your tongue glides along his fingers as he pushes them into your mouth. scaramouche has such capable, fucking beautiful fingers. your tongue tingles as he gently presses down on it.

putting a hand on your hip, he backs you so that you are trapped between him and the kitchen counter. you gag softly as he pushes his fingers into your throat. his cock pulses feeling your eager little mouth start to suck wetly on his fingers.

he sighs shakily seeing the lovestruck look of adoration in your eyes for him, drool collecting at the corners of your mouth. "look at you," he slowly pumps his fingers in and out of your mouth, "you can never get enough of me."

the hand on your hip wanders down between your legs. moving your thighs apart, he cups your cunt outside your jeans. "the pizza may smell good, but you look even better," his cock gets harder watching the blush on your cheeks darkening at his praise.

scaramouche unbuttons your jeans, hardly hesitating in dipping his hand inside your dampening panties. "let's tend to both my hands, shall we?"

you muffle a moan on his fingers as parts your folds, and finds your clit. he is delighted to discover you are already getting very wet, very fast. "you just keep sounding all cute while i make you cum," he slowly rubs your clit, teasing it until your walls clench around nothing.

your clit throbs underneath his fingers, making you squirm as your hips rock into them. he knows your body inside and out, having no trouble reducing you to drooling mess, muffling the sweetest moans on his fingers.

he smirks hearing your moans try and rise in octave. "go on, pretty. cum all over my fingers. you've been such a good girl," he purrs pushing his fingers inside of you. he hooks his fingers accurately into your sweet spot, taking care that they always rub over your clit pumping in and out of you.

his sweet words are all it takes to make you come undone. your body shakes as your orgasm washes over you. sucking eagerly on his fingers in appreciation. scaramouche hums in approval seeing the state he has reduced you to. "now," he said, pulling his fingers from your mouth, "let's sit you on my cock for a while. the pizza can wait."

[yuurivoice]

I'm Writing A Novel, And I'm F*cking Terrified!

Not quite the headline you all might have been expecting, but yes, it's true! After writing hundreds of thousands of words over the past decade for all of my scripts, promotional material, and every other thing you could imagine—I'm looking to put pen to paper in the way I used to dream of. 

Long before I picked up a microphone and started making questionable noises into it, I was a storyteller. I wanted nothing more in my life than to create stories and characters that touched people, and most importantly, inspired them to create stories of their own. I was a seven year old kid fresh off of playing Final Fantasy VII when I knew I wanted to write. 

It was my first dream.

That dream and I have been on a wild roller coaster ride over the years. I've been in the trenches, roleplaying in dark corners of the internet. I've written professionally as a journalist all thanks to lowkey never telling anyone my age online as I got through high school. Oh, and while I was doing that, I was also writing sad boy poetry on LiveJournal and Myspace. 

You know me for my voice, but that voice has been developed through a lifetime of finding creative ways to string together enough words that when I slap a period at the end of it, the audience locks in. I've written 99% of what you've listened to from me. I take great pride in that, and that won't be changing any time soon.

The thing that brought me this far, the thing responsible for all of the daydreams and fantasies about wonderful worlds filled with characters and stories that fueled my creativity, was the hope that one day I'd write a novel.

If you've been a creative of any sort, you're likely very familiar with how effective hope is at creating something. It's a wonderful seed but until you start watering it and drag it out into the light of day, it cannot grow. So, consider this me dragging a big ass pot of soil out into the middle of our lovely little garden. 

There are so many beautiful stories we've grown together already: BitterSweet, Shattered, Lost & Found, and an entire extended universe that's coming to life in Evalas!

I want to create more. I want to entertain and inspire more. 

But what I don't want is to have come all this way and never taken a shot at the one dream I left behind. I want to write a novel. I have always wanted to write a novel. 

I don't give a damn if I'm scared. I don't care if I'm rusty and my writing is clumsy and ineloquent. I don't care that I have to dig deeper to find more time and energy to create and develop and refine. 

I'm able to say that because of you. 

Do you realize how powerful that is? That you could lift up someone who has been as tired and lost as I have been throughout my life? Have you seen me??? I'm a big son of a bitch!

This isn't me just saying thank you, though. I want to invite you along for the ride!

Let me introduce you to Ryland Dane. If you’ve enjoyed my storytelling thus far, I have a feeling you’ll appreciate what this fella has in store for the future! Every follow on every platform makes a huge difference and helps fuel this rocket we’re going to ride on this journey, and I appreciate you very much.

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If you are in the industry, a beta reader, editor, agent, or published author and would be interested in working with me in the future, please don't hesitate to reach out to my business email at rylanddanewrites@gmail.com! I'm sure there are a few of you lurking, and I am always keen on working with professionals who are familiar with my work and this journey I've been on!

[mediumgayitalian]

MEMEMEME! ILL ASK ABOUT THAT FIC TELL EVERYTHING

(I'm trying to catch up on your blog I swear!)

HI BELOVED TAKE YOUR TIME. I KNOW YOU ARE BUSY. IT IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE. but as for the fic (i'm sorry. genuinely):

cecil and lou ellen are fighting. cecil is being a shithead and just driving her nuts, which is rare bc she is also often a shithead who drives ppl nuts, but she is at her wits end. and will is like halfheartedly trying to stop it but hes like Busy right. its summer. hes got an infirmary to run.

but lou ellen snaps and goes YOU WANNA ACT LIKE A CHILD? FINE! BE AA CHILD! and shes so mad the magic POPS off of her like cecil gets HEXED.

except.

cecil is his fathers son.

he is fast.

he ducks and will, who is less fast and also Tired, gets hit instead.

theres this huge glow of green light, everyone is shrieking, no one knows what's going on, then the smoke clears and there is will, on the floor, NINE GODDAMN YEARS OLD. and everyone is like oooooohhhhh gods what do we do.

and lou ellen is like I DONT KNOW I DONT KNOW IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I DIDNT EVEN HEX HIM I JUST KIND OF EXPLODED and everyone is trying so so hard to figure it out,m but will is unconscious, and he is LITTLE and there is PANIC

cue annabeth who is like OKAY. everyone chill the fuck out. someone go get him clothes that fit. hes gonna wake up and be confused. remember we're down a medic. the rest of you need to use your fucking heads.

so people are chill but BUZZING with the rumours bc baby will is so goddam Cute like actually but also like. is he gonna age back? is he stuck that way? and they keep side eyeing nico and nico is trying not to let it bother him but hes also like oh shit oh god did i just lose the love of my life please tell me this isnt happening oh my god fuck

someone brings harley's extra clothes, but since harley is jacked they're Way too big on him, also will is small for his age, so theyre like literally what is the point of giving him these he might as well wear his own clothes, and cecil is like yo wait a second. ur onto smth maybe. so he slinks off into storage and comes back with like a stack of will's old clothes. and they're just The dorkiest things in the world

but anyways someone comes hollering to dinner like HES UP HES UP so nico rushes over and everyone else too and hes up alright. he is Bouncing off the walls.

as they suspected he is very much a nine year old. like not current fifteen year old will in a nine year olds body this is Nine Year Old Will Solace. and he is a motormouth and jumping on the bed and asking a million questions and going YOOOOOOOO ANABETH YOURE GIANT NOW and shes like bruh. okay. guess we really are going back to baby will. hold on everyone.

and nico is still stressed but also like. oh my gods. will is SO cute he is melting a little. like its hard not to

but then

then.

will chills for six seconds and hes like hey where's lee? or michael? they usually work this time a day and Boy does it ever get real quiet real fast.

and its like.

do you tell this child.

this bright eyed child.

that his entire family is dead.

or do you just lie.

they lie!

thinking quick as hell annabeth is like "uhhhhh theyre on a quest."

"all twelve of them?"

"…they're going on four quests"

"oh okay word! how come i couldnt come"

"?? bc?? ur 9??"

"aw"

and its just.

the rest of the time as they try to figure out how to turn him back

its just. this time capsule.

this kid who is asking about all these people that half the campers dont know and the other half are remembering, vividly and painfully, for the first time in years

knocking on the athena cabin door like "hey malcolm!! is carter here? i wanna play soccer"

"oh, sweetheart. he's, uh. he's at school"

and will is suspsicious because what the heck! carter always plays soccer with him especially when lee is gone! and carter is the smartest guy ever he graduated when he was ten! what!

and hes asking clarisse and she doesnt know what to say to him. she is the weakest shes ever felt in his life. all she sees is silena.

and hes asking about beckendorf and percy can hardly breathe and hes asking about luke and conner and travis dont know what to say and its AWFUL. its awful. the entire camp is realising for the first time just how many people theyve lost.

he asks about castor and mr d almost kills him.

like its just AGONIZING its the worst

and the worst of all is that will starts to realise.

the longer it stretches on the more he realises hey they arent here. they havent been here.

he goes to pull a box out from under his bed and its one no one has ever seen before and its just Filled to the brim. pictures on pictures and home videos and letters and diary entries spotted with tear tracks.

"they're gone. aren't they."

"…yes."

"all of them?"

"i'm sorry, will."

like it ACHES

he comes back to fifteen eventually and its just

how have you carried that

missing them all for so long

forgot to mention that when will tries to go back to his cabin nico thinks quickly int he beginning. "uhhhh they tried to um. renovate your cabin. with paint fromt he big house. and it had lead in it? apparently? so you and your cabin have to stay with me actually. for a while." just to keep him from seeing that literally None of his sibling's stuff is there. and hasnt been for years. and then one day no one can find will until they find him in the apollo cabin, in the early morning, rifling through this box in this giant empty cabin and realising what has happened. what he loses in the future. crying quietly. then into nico's arms, who's choking his own tears back.

"i don't want to go back to a future without them in it. i don't want to grow up. i don't want to grow up."

"believe me, sweetheart. i know."

just HEARTWRENCHING

[ajesterklown]

Substance

ELIJAH "SMOKE" MOORE X READER (OC/TINASHE/)

Modern-AU

Warnings: Cursing, verbal fights, crying, hitting(from reader), Gangster shii, a smidge of sexual content, and if i missed anything let me know

AN: my first fanfic so bare with me ....

Summary: Tinashe was tired of waiting tired of having hope tired of missing him so she tries to forget all about him but the goddess of love had other plans and guess who pops up at the clubs she at....

10:43 pm on a Friday night, Tinashe was scrolling reminiscing going through past messages and photos till she told herself "Get the hell up off that couch and lets have some fun" she put her outfit did her hair make up everything and out the door. She arrives at the club meeting her friend Jenea once they enter tinashe hits the bar asking for 4 shots of Hennessy. And Jenea just shrugs and says "add 4 more to that" four shots later and somehow there both tipsy 20 minutes later more shots and 2 drinks there in the middle of the dance floor swaying their hips and jamming to the music it didnt take long for some guy to come up behind jenea and dance with her but tinashe? she didnt care she was free she was living the life... until strong muscled arms wrapped around her waist she wasnt phased until she heard it. Heard him AND Smelled him.

The smell of him like rich cologne and cedarwood "hey beautiful" she froze breath hitched stopped dancing and all of sudden the six plus shots she took wore straight out her system.

| "so its like that no hi? nothing?" voice deep and raspy

| "No hi? Boy please... get the fuck from off me"

You had moved out his grasp and straight to the bar still tipsy going for 3 more shots to hope this is just a dream or the Hennessy kicking in but no. Once You down the last shot he makes his way toward you and oh lord the sight of him. Black Jeans Black tee tight as a mf gold chain dangling, gold rolex watch and oooo that face still the same how you remember it but when your eyes travel lower you notice hes more muscular and more fit , buff and the Hennessy made you just wanna take bit of him but you fought that feeling hard. He cornered you your back against the bar and him in front close very close.

| "Come on T, I know you missed me"

|"missed yeah few days ago now not anymore" She lied and he knew she lied

Tinashes eyes were low lashes almost covering her eyes as she looked up at him. He looked down at her leaning down lips brushing her cheek then to her ear he said " Go ahead and lie one more time might have to fix that" he smirked then leaned back seeing her face which was in total shock.

" Aint no one lyin you left for 4 weeks and then all of a sudden pop back up smoke please fuck out my face 'for i give you something to be in my face bout" She rolled her eyes and sucked her teeth pushing him back out her way now drunk as ever as she went to find jenea who was in the corner of the club making out with the same damn man who she was dancing with. She just let them be they didnt come in the same car anyway. As she was about to leave she felt a pair of hands on her hips stopping her. "Smoke if you dont take your hands of me ima remove them myself forcefully." She was then pulled into a hallway Red and blue lights littered the hallway dim but still able to see he had her pinned against wall, Tinashe being drunk did not know wether to kiss him , slap him, or cuss him the hell out so she chose two out of the three. He leaned down and she instantly had her lips on his the kiss was rough but slow and felt like the world had stopped. but then when she pulled away....

"Your an ass Smoke... you Just leave out the blue for 4 weeks no text no call nothing then somehow know where i am show up and then start acting like you can get me back real easy by luring me into this kiss.."

her eyes started to water and he noticed making something in him shift he gently grabbed her chin making her look at him.

"I know.. I know im wrong i didnt wanna get you mixed up in all my gangster shit and then put you in danger i knew i called i would have never been stay away but im here now" He looked like he meant it like he really did want to make things work between the two of you "as for the acting like you can get me back real easy by luring me into this kiss part" he mocked you smirking "if i have to earn you back thats what ima do cause your mine and always have been."

You had looked up at him feeling rushing back to you lots of them Anger, Love, hurt, kindness tons of feelings but right now you wanted him and i mean WANTED him in BED.

(Yall can let me know if you want a part 2 or not might just leave this as it is T_T)

[crepesuzette2023]

Do you know any fics where Paul is the one pining and John is the one oblivious or Paul at least thinks he is?

Hi anon, thanks for asking!

I answered an ask for fics where Paul is the one pining about a year ago (link). This is the perfect opportunity to add a few fics I've read/remembered since then.

Better Get Yourself Together, Darling (@dailyhowl): AU excerpt—John is a famous, trouble-making writer; Paul is his lawyer (who is rapidly falling for him despite knowing he shouldn't). starving (til I tasted you) (@oopshidaisyy): '66. A chastity game gets out of hand. Things escalate into both of them managing to pine for each other while also being very oblivious, and having great sex, but it starts out with Paul thinking he's the only one pining. I'm so pleased to be present at the birth of this classic. Half Agony, Half Hope (@javelinbk): This fic is only three chapters in, but it's already so good...! Divergence AU based on Persuasion: John is Paul's one who got away...dashing and successful and oblivious to Paul's lingering feelings. Right...? All Flesh Is Weak (@thegirlwiththeaxe): AU. 1967: Paul is a priest, John is a writer. They meet when John is burying his father. Sensual on all levels—the yearning is off the charts! And the ending is simply beautiful. Unsaid In Studio Two (TheBeatleFix): Two-sided yearning during the recording of Strawberry Fields Forever. Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree (@toovirgins): This one is a bit more light-hearted, but very cute. Early days: Paul discovers a hickey on John's neck. Odontotos (bookofapril): Paul can't live without John. where the spirit meets the bone (@scurator): All of Us Strangers-inspired AU. Paul travels back to Liverpool and is haunted by John, who died in Hamburg. Twenty years later, they consummate their love... and when i touch you (@forthlin): Early days. Paul and John compare hand sizes. Oh the things happening in boys' bedrooms... all by design (@thegirlwiththeaxe): Paul plans his "first meeting" with John at the fete. but still they lead me back (@revollver): Paul thinks back on the night in Mendips, when John asked him, "Do you like me?" Rare sighting of a first person Paul POV, and from one of my favorite writers, too! in france they kiss on main street (@orphanbeat): During the '66 visit to Paris, Paul spirals over and around John.

[liliesformingi]

"much love, laufey" - a mini series by @liliesformingi. view series masterlist, and outline here.

7. 'misty' - wooyoung x reader “look at me, i'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree.”

author's note: boy oh boy i need a love like this

From the second he’d caught your eye from across the crowded room, you felt every single nerve ending in your body melt like a jar of warm honey, sensation and common sense and any train of thought, finished or otherwise, oozing from your consciousness. Sticky, sweet and so addictive.

It had only been a small smile, maybe a wink.

It didn’t matter that you’d spent the past four years of your life together as a couple. It didn’t matter that the necklace hanging down your collarbone had been a gift for your first anniversary; silver, pearls and tiny white diamonds, dripping like starlight down your skin. No, it didn’t matter that you were his.

You still felt so overwhelmed with love in his presence, just by mere observation.

You weren’t paying attention to the conversation you were in anymore. Hell, you were probably the worst hostess in the universe. But the lights were dim, the moon was glowing through the window, and Jung Wooyoung, the love of your life, was mere metres across the room from you. Your guests were happy enough to entertain themselves. You needed to entertain yourself.

As soon as you appeared by his side, his focus immediately shifted from the smalltalk he was making with Choi San about business strategies. A hand slipped around your waist, fingers gently kneading themselves into the soft flesh of your hips. Your skin was warm, scented with musk and amber. Familiar. And your heartbeat began to settle, slowing to a less frantic rhythm, one that synced with the chest beside yours. 

You slipped your fingers into his, silver rings colliding against each other. He rubbed gentle circles into your palm, and the moment he found a pause in the conversation, he excused himself.

In a fit of lovesick giggles, Wooyoung led you to the balcony outside your shared bedroom. The wind was chilly, but you were wrapped in his embrace before you could complain. He held you close, lips ghosting your neck and collarbone. 

“Missed you,” you mumbled, eyes sparkling in the moonlight.

“Even from just across the room?” he teased, but his actions proved he’d missed your presence just as much as you had. His hands slipped to your waist, and the two of you swayed softly, the muffled sound of jazz from the party seeping through the doorway to the balcony.

The rest of the city was dark, aside from a few lit up windows. The wind blew, the buildings sparkled, and you felt every inch of your body fizz from head to toe, as if your veins pumped champagne instead of blood.

“I’m so lucky to have you . . . you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that, right? There’s nobody else I’d ditch a party for, let alone one I’m hosting. Nobody else I’ve felt this way for.”

“You talk a lot, my love,” you said, smiling up at him. “I know. I’m even luckier to have you.”

His eyes shifted into crescents, and you trailed your finger down his jawline adoringly.

You took a moment to admire Wooyoung; his warm, chocolate-brown eyes, the single freckle under his lower lashes, his habit of running his hands through his hair, his lips, the plumpest, most beautifully rose-tinted lips you’d ever seen.

He looked like an angel.

Now, in a silky black shirt and tailored slacks, his soft brown hair tousled, eyes sleepy from the lateness of the evening  and the smear of your burgundy lipstick on his left cheek, he looked perfect. It was enough to send you into another fit of overwhelming adoration for the boy you called your own, enough to set all your senses on fire and let the blood run through your body like stardust.

He pressed a kiss to your lips and ran a hand through your hair, holding you steady against his chest.

It had always been easy with Wooyoung. You’d always felt electrified, a buzz that was familiar and comforting. 

When you told him things, he never contradicted you, questioned you, asked you why, how, when. He would nod slowly, wipe the tears from your cheeks, rub your shoulders, kiss your cheeks, lips, forehead, nose. 

Whilst your love adored to talk, to express every single thing he felt for you in word after word, he also knew when actions were all that was needed.

You didn’t necessarily believe in soulmates.

You didn’t believe in the kind of love that could just walk in and make itself at home in your heart, even if you were to never, ever see them again. The kind of love that just appeared after moments of longing.

Whatever had happened to you and Wooyoung, it was long built up. Catching each other staring, quick kisses to the cheek whenever you left the house, and nights like these.

Maybe this was the kind of love you’d been waiting for.

Maybe? No, this was what you’d been waiting for.

Helpless in his gaze, the kind of vulnerability that you found so much comfort in around him. 

“Why did we host this party?” you asked quietly, arms slung loosely around his waist and face pressed into his chest.

“For you, my love,” he replied, eyes sparkling.

“But nothing’s happened,” you said in confusion, looking up at him. The glint in his eye brightened, and he gently pried your body off him.

“Not yet,” he smiled, kneeling down on one knee.

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[bubbleggum444]

hiya I was wondering if you can do a jason todd x wife ex league of assassin reader.

Reader and Jason fight crime together.

Most of time the younger batfamily members like to crash at reader and Jason's apartment to relax after patrol or just for dinner. also reader helped raised and trained Damian during her time at the league.

sorry if this doesn't make sense.

— ❝HIS WIFE❞

𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 jason todd x female!reader, wife!reader au, angst comfort n fluff, 2k + wc

𝑠 𝑦𝑛𝑜𝑝𝑠𝑖𝑠 jason's wife taking care of his adoptive brother + jason being himself

𝑎/𝑛: this was requested as a story of how jason's wife and he fight crime...well...i turned into them comforting damian when he needed it. don't know how i missed the actual request. 🥲 will write the correct one later on.

Before Jason could even comprehend why his younger brother was at his doorstep at three in the morning—in the middle of a raging storm—his lovely wife pushed past him, taking the shivering boy into her arms.

She led Damian to the living room, settling him near the furnace, wrapping blanket after blanket around him, whispering soothing words, and motioning for her husband not to bombard the boy with questions.

Now, Jason had nothing against the little demon visiting. He'd always known—even in his early resurrection days—just how much Damian depended on his wife.

Besides being a complete menace with a rifle, having a nasty right hook, and killer karate skills, Jason’s wife was like a second mother to Damian. Even Talia had doted on her back when she was still in the League.

Damian had practically grown up as her shadow. If he loved his actual mother, then he absolutely adored his figurative one—Jason’s wife.

One thing to note: ___ was infertile. It had been a cruel blow to her self-esteem. She wanted kids. She wanted to be a mom.

No matter how many times she forced a smile and reassured Jason that it was okay, he could see through it. Each time she looked down at another negative test, he knew it wasn’t okay. It hurt her. And it hurt him too.

So when Jason had wished for a miracle—a little bundle of joy for them—he hadn’t expected it to come in the form of his little brother showing up for the nth time that week.

"Dami… What happened?" His wife’s soft voice pulled Jason from his thoughts. He glanced down at the younger hero.

"Just… my… Dad's been tough on me. I'm sorry for… being an inconvenience…"

Oh. That actually hurt. A lot.

Jason felt a sharp sting in his chest. He knew how tough Bruce could be—how tough he had been on him. Even if Bruce’s intentions were good, the effects often lasted longer in ways that weren’t always for the better.

His wife's eyes met his, silently pleading. Jason just nodded. That was all the permission she needed to scoop the eight-year-old into her arms and take him to the bathroom for a bath.

"So… Wayne’s been tough on you, Dami?" she asked gently as she washed his hair. He only nodded, his small hands gripping his knees, his tears held back but obvious.

"Did he yell?" she asked, carefully choosing her words.

Damian shook his head. No. She sighed in relief.

"You can sleep here, okay? And—and you can stay as long as you need until you feel ready to go back to your dad. That sound good, dear?"

Another nod.

After the bath and drying his hair, she tucked him into her and Jason’s bed. That earned her a disapproving glance from Jason, but she ignored it. It wasn’t like he was actually mad.

Jason sighed, climbing into bed. He barely had time to relax before he felt his little brother cling to him.

Damian was rarely vulnerable—especially with him.

So, even though Jason had planned for a peaceful night alone with his wife, he didn’t mind. Not this time. Because somehow, Damian being there felt like exactly what his wife needed to get through this hard time.

Whether Damian was helping them, or they were helping him, Jason didn’t know. But he was grateful for it.

___ turned off the lights and slid into bed, pulling the covers over them. And that was that. Damian, squished between them, seeking their warmth, and the two of them accepting it without hesitation.

Though… Jason figured he should get something off his chest too. Y’know, keep the sentiment going.

"I farted."

"GROSS—"

"JASON—"

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𝑏𝑢𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑔𝑔𝑢𝑚444©

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

[koisexy]

nanami has a crush on his assistant. (pt. 2)

it had been about two days since nanami and you had that little conversation. can he even call it that? more like an exchange of sentences that ultimately went nowhere. and he wanted it to, he really did. so he needed to take charge, he's the boss of his own company for goodness sake.

but even then, nanami just couldn't stop thinking of you. your polite and soft voice drifting through his ears, "yes sir," you said to him without even realizing what those words did to him. and nanami knows that this is dangerous between the two of you: he is your boss, he tells you what to do and you do it. but he isn't sure if he even cares anymore.

finally that terribly boring meeting ends and he can head back to his office. he walks past your desk, sending you a quick wave before he pauses at his doorframe. "y/n."

"yes, sir?" fuck. those words again.

"i'm feeling a little low energy after that meeting. would you mind a run to that coffee shop down the street?" he knows that one is your favorite, you always have a little pastry and sweet drink in your hands every other morning.

"yes, sir. is there a specific drink you would like in particular?" you shut down your computer, ready to tend to what your boss needs.

"no. i meant together."

you paused. "oh, the both of us. walking to get coffee."

"yes, i would love it if you would join me, no pressure." now he got nervous he threw you off. had he come on too strong? he doesn't even feel like it was strong at all.

"of course, i would love that."

you both make the short walking distance from the office to the coffee shop, making small talk about office-related things. nanami lets you talk about what changes you feel should be made, "within reason of course, i don't want to offend you," and he offers a dry joke that makes you giggle. and boy does that give nanami butterflies.

you both sat across from each other after ordering and receiving your respective drinks. once you take a sip and set your drinks down, nanami starts the conversation again, "um, i noticed that you might have wore a new lip gloss today."

your eyes flick to his. "you noticed?"

"i notice a lot about you, y/n. you are well-put together."

"wow, thank you so much, sir." and you said it again. he knows you don't mean anything behind it besides manners but nanami had to close his eyes and catch his breath.

and you barely notice (you actually do but nanami doesn't catch it), just taking a cute sip of your drink.

on the walk back to the office, it feels you both may have made a little progress. progress towards what, nanami isn't sure on your end but on his end, he feels a little more confident that you might feel something.

"i just want to say," nanami starts to speak, low, but you can still hear him. "you have been with me, er, the company for 3 years now."

"yeah, time does fly."

"i haven't been difficult, have i? that is not the type of boss i want to be."

"no, sir. you haven't. it's a pleasure to work for you. i enjoy it, truly." you made sure you emphasized that you really do enjoy being his assistant.

nanami looked at you once you both reached the entrance of the office building. he wanted to say something more but he decided against it, wanting to leave this air between the two of you light.

"thank you for inviting me to have coffee with you, it was nice."

"it was, thank you for coming."

you both went silent, equally waiting on the other to open the door and end this moment. if it ended, who knows what might happen. unfortunately, the beep from a watch came through and cut the silence.

you looked down at your watch. time for another meeting. "um, i believe we have a call in 15 minutes, we should set up for that."

"right, cannot miss it." nanami says and he opens the door to let you in first. he breathes in your scent, just like he wanted.

and just like that, he's lost again.

[clouduru-chan]

Brazilian S/N recorded a video of herself with her phone together with her son, while Mark was sitting on the chair at the kitchen table while eating a chocolate cake that his wife had made for him.

The Viltrumite was very proud to have had such a beautiful and devoted wife, and that they already had a son who would soon grow up and become a precious asset to the Viltrumite empire.

He looked on from the side as his wife recorded herself and their son.

(Brazilian S/n): Look, everyone! Look who's here! All dressed up!

Focus the cell phone camera on the little boy who was wearing a dark blue t-shirt, light brown jeans, and a pair of white flip-flops.

(Brazilian S/N): Caraí! I'm handsome! I smell good! I'm handsome! I smell good! I'm handsome! I smell good! ♪

He sang a little song to the rhythm of funk while the little child danced and tapped with the new flip-flops.

Mark didn't understand the concept of her recording that, but he had fun watching the mother and son game unfold.

You snapped your fingers, getting the child's attention to turn to you.

(Brazilian S/N): Look here... Look at mommy!

The little miniature of you and Mark turned happily to you.

(Brazilian S/N): Say hi to everyone!

(son): Hi, little guy.

(Brazilian S/n): Hahaha

(son): Oh Slipper!

(Brazilian S/n): Oh, how chic! Are you wearing new flip-flops? Who gave them to you?

(Filho): OH FATHER!

(S/n Brasileira): YOUR FATHER THE FUCK! It was your mother

Mark was startled by the curse word, not expecting it.

(Brazilian S/n): Your father doesn't even work in this shithole! I'm the one who supports this family!

(Son): It was mommy

(Brazilian S/n): Hahaha son of a bitch. Come here son, mommy loves you

Then you end the video, now the oldest Viltrumite was now in the corner of the kitchen and a little humiliated.

The reference video:

[ibelongtoohim]

A SUNDAY EVENING AT THE CAMERON HOUSE

MDNI 18+

warnings: 1950s household vibe, pregnancy, vaginal sex, use of y/n, alcahol, rafe isn't the best tbh, smut.

a/n: hasn't been proofread ngl

17:43

JUST LIKE EVERY OTHER NIGHT you were dishing out your husbands dinner into a plate, rushing to greet him at the door. You took off your apron and hung it in your pantry, attempting to flatten out the creases in your baby blue summer dress. Your flats tapped across the marble floor to skim over the living room you had just tidied, making sure not a spec of dust was in sight.

17:48

Quickly, you made sure his dinner was hot and ready on the living room table. It was sunday so you knew he'd want to sit and watch the game whilst he eats. The boys were doing their homework in the study and as usual, you looked at yourself on your phone camera and reapplied your signature matte lipstick and fixed your hair.

17:49

Rafe's BMW pulled up into the drive and you stumbled down the spiral stairs off your home.

17:50

"Ah fuck," Rafe said, scratching his head as he entered, "Hello baby." He greeted whilst hugging you, leaving a chaste kiss on your pouty lips-he must have had a good day at work but you ask anyway-" How was work Rafe ? " The taste of champagne on his lips now lingered on yours and he walked towards the living room answering; " Great, Mr Smith finally signed the deal i was on about the other day." You stood behind the sofa and gave him a fat kiss on the cheek as he settled down on your leather couch, rubbing your acrylics across his broad chest. " I'm so proud of you honey" You sensually whispered in your husband's ear, leaving a red love bite on his tensed neck. He chuckled, "Don't start with all that babe." rafe warned you whilst dragging your chin towards his to give your lips three sweet pecks -making you giggle. "How's my little girl been for ya' ?" he asked, "she's been kicking for the past hour but it's not so bad." you answered, earning a hum in response.

17:59

Rafe had now started eating his food whilst switching the channel on the tv to the weekly NFL. You poured his scotch into his glass and sat next to your husband. "Dad!" your boys exclaimed-jumping onto the couch next to him. Xavier and Blake really looked up to their dad and were always eager to speak to him when he came back from work. "Sup kiddo's." Rafe greeted back whilst ruffling their hair. You eyes light up watching your boys ramble about their football practice.

18:29

It was half-time You were now scrolling through your phone trying to decide which shades should be painted for your youngest's new nursery room. Your feet were in your husband's lap as he rubbed them and watched football with his son's. He was being extra loud as he was on his 3rd glass of scotch and as usual your boys were egging him on. His team were winning so far too.

18:44

The boys had just finished their snacks and were stood next to their dad watching the last 15 minutes of the game-Of course you had to get a picture that would probably be posted on your insta photo dump for the month.

19:00

Roars erupted in the room giving you a fright and you observed their animalistic behaviours as the commentators announced that your man's team had won. All of a sudden you were swept of your feet and spun around and showered in kisses making you and the kids laugh. "You're gettin' it tonight babe." Rafe whispered in your red ears, you just attempted to hit his chest. Oh no.

19:52

After almost an hour of Rafe entertaining blake and xav, You had sent them up to brush their teeth before bed. "Goodnight my babies." You shouted as they went up stairs. As usual they protested about how they aren't babies anymore but you just ignored them, laughing to yourself.

19:56

You went into the kitchen to drink some tea whilst your husband smoked a cigarette on the porch out back and you felt his muscly arms wrap around you. "You look so good, all swollen nd' glowing for me baby." He sexually mutterend in your ear-his hands rubbing your stomach and making their way to your full breasts. Twisting and tugging at your sensitive nipples. You moaned, "Let's go upstairs Rafe."

20:01

The two of you kissed with need and desperation as Rafe locked your bedroom door. His big hands were firmly placed on your asscheeks and again you were being carried in his arms. Gently, You placed on his king-sized bed and your dress was pulled over your head. Your soft legs were on your husband's shoulders and the sound of his belt being unbuckled was drowned in your moans and his grunts. " Oh shit." Rafe groaned as he pushed his way into you. You tried your best to silence your dirty noises but the pleasure was too overwhelming. Sex with you was always unbeatable to Your man but pregnant sex just hit different. You gripped his fat cock so tight he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.

20:08

The both of you were close, he twitched inside you. "C'mon baby, you gonna give it to me?." His breath heavy. " Y-yes Rafe." You answered as you came all over his cock whilst he pulled out, spraying all over your fat tits. "You did so good my love." He praised, using some wipes to wipe his mess off of you. Before lying down next to you to put on some military movie on the bedroom tv to fall asleep to. You on the other hand were already knocked out on your side, facing him. He just chuckled, kissing your forehead after muttering an 'i love you.' and you both eventually slept.

don't copy my work + please give credit where it is due 💙

[solarkitt3n]

Ok ok so this is my first story on here so PLEASE bare with me 😭

MR. Ring a Ding / lux imperator x Drunk reader

...Too darn cute...

As you lay in your bed, head in the pillow beneath your pounding head after chugging a well needed bottle of alcohol after getting through another rough day at work. Your stomach would growl so you sat up, getting dizzy in the process of it. You would stumble through your room door to get flash banged by your over head light popping on over your head. When you looked down you'd see him... Lux leaning against the much taller island next to him, just staring at you with a half disappointed half concerned stare. "Sigh... what are you doing?" He asked his brow furrowing as he spoke. "Nrgh hic had... a hard day hic..." as you spoke your words became more and more slurred. Lux would shake his head slowly as he'd make his way to you, wrapping his arm around your waist gently holding you in a side hold as he walked you over to sit on a near by couch. You slumped on the couch sighing from contact as your stomach growled in hunger once you relaxed, reminding you why you got off your bed in the first place. Lux would chuckle lowly "you must be hungry after being a sad sack all day, mhm?". You would nod gently as he would walk away into your kitchen, humming his little toon to himself as he walked. As you laid there you'd miss the feeling of his arms around your waist, the tingly warmth to his touch. Catching you out of your dase was Mr. Ring a Ding almost appearing in front of you with a plate of eggs "you don't have much in your house so eggs will have to suffice" he'd pick some up with a fork in his free hand holding it up to your mouth with a sweet smile. You'd eat the food he fed you till you blurted out to him randomly "yknow... hic, I love you so much love bug~" you'd mentally curse at yourself but you'd hear a laugh from him ring from infront of you. "Oh my your quite wasted my dear... you really need some refreshments to wash it out " you'd Sigh in the back of your head 'how stupid you were to think a LITARAL GOD could and wold ever love someone like you' he'd walk away placing the plate in the sink and walking back to your fridge. He'd break the silence saying "...but for the record..." he'd close the fridge door walking to you and placing a water bottle down on the coffee table near by. "I love you too my light~" he'd lean in a peck your cheek before covering your body in a blanket and helping you drink some water. Your body felt like it was in the air how much you felt weightless by his charm. He'd stand up after a while saying "well my dear I hope you feel a bit better but till then I'll check in late-""no...please don't go" you'd act without thinking grabbing ahold of his jacket holding it for dear life that he'd stay with you and you'd get to feel his warmth. He'd Sigh saying "mhmm fine! But if you puke on me I'm leaving and not coming back!". He'd cross his arms pouting his lower lip... oh he's too cute for his own good. You'd grab ahold of him better as you'd swiftly move him under the cover he provided you earlier. He'd sqeak at the sudden movement and touch but melt into it... no like literally he turned into a puddle in your arms. You'd laugh and kiss his snout saying "heh what a comedian" as you would snuggle into the top of his head either one of his antenna brushing against your neck and jaw as they moved. He'd reform and snuggle back saying "good night" you'd hum and fall asleep alongside him. In the morning you'd have a splitting headache and you'd feel your stomach churn inside you. You'd look down at the comfortably hidden bug boy under your arms embrace. You'd gently pry him off you and rush to the bathroom letting out all of the alcohol you'd drinking the night prior into your toilet. Once you finished you'd hear an "eeewww" behind you. Turning over to see Mr. Ring a Ding standing at the door way his face contorted into disgust. You'd just laugh at him

... he's just too darn cute...

Guys please tell me how you think I did and if I should make any more!!