#and then there's a KEY CHANGE. like GIRL.

[milliesfishes]

౨ৎ꣑ৎclark when you're stressed౨ৎ꣑ৎ fem reader x clark kent

On a good day, you didn't like to be in your head for too long. On a day like today, too many hours with yourself could be catastrophic.

Your arms were folded over a messy stack of papers, handwriting smudged, fresh ink staining your arms. The cool of your keyboard under your elbow was the only sense you were aware of. Whenever you were stumped, your hair was often the victim, and it resulted in painful brushing every night. Today was no exception.

The only light in the room was from the city through your window. You'd relied on the sun for most of the day, but your own frustration had caused you to give up and slump forward to your desk until it set, the room full of more shadows than anything.

Consulting your brain, you tried to make yourself get up to no avail. For the past two weeks, you'd been able to convince yourself but today it wasn't working. Frustration had you nearly vibrating, and you felt nearly faint. You'd been in a slump for weeks now, and it didn't seem to be going anywhere. Had you finally run yourself dry? Were you fresh out of ideas now, doomed to live off your former genius forever?

The doorknob rattled, keys jangling against it, but you didn't move. He'd find you eventually- he always did.

"Baby?" Footsteps clunked closer, muffled by his lack of shoes. "Hey- are you okay?"

Your answer was an unintelligible mumble.

"Ohh, hey..." Big, warm hand on your back. You instantly felt better. "Do you want to take a break?"

"I can't," you said dryly. "I have a deadline."

"You're worn out, huh?" Clark traced circles into your back, gathering your hair and smoothing it out. "Baby, let's put this away and-"

"No!" You sat up, folding your arms as tears began to spring into your eyes. Clark's pretty blue eyes were wide at your outburst, but he didn't react otherwise. You were too worked up to admire how adorable he looked, glasses slightly askew, curls and tie a little messy. "I can't. I've been trying all day to write and I can't come up with anything and I've wasted so much time figuring it out and I just...just..."

He was quiet for a moment. Then, "Just what, honey?"

You sniffled. "I don't know how to write anymo-ore." The last word trailed off into a cry, and Clark sat up straight, bringing you to lean against him. Your hands flew to his shoulders, clutching his shirt, but then trying to lean away. Tears and wrinkles would ruin the fabric.

"C'mere," he mumbled, bringing you right back to him. "It's okay." Clark paused. "Actually-" He stood up, big hands settling on your hips to lift you up, positioning you on his hip like a baby. You didn't fight it, tightening your legs around him and hiding your face in his neck. Even when he began to exit the room, you remained silent, letting him sit you on the kitchen counter. When you looked at him, his expression was soft, eyes concerned. He reached out, rubbing his warm hands over your thighs. Mercifully he didn't yet mention all you'd said. "How long's it been since you've eaten, sweet girl?"

"Umm." You tried to recall, swaying ever so slightly.

He nodded, tucking your hair behind your ears and brushing his thumbs over your cheekbones for a moment. "Can I make us something?" He asked so softly that you were nodding before the question was fully asked. Clark kissed your forehead, squeezing your thighs. "Okay. I'm gonna go change really quick, okay? Stay here."

You nodded, leaning your head back to rest on the cabinet while he went off into the other room. Indeed, it felt like no sooner than he'd left, he reappeared in just a sweatshirt and his boxers. Lip trembling again, you reached for him, and he obliged, lifting you back to sit on his hip with an "Alright, sweetheart. What're you in the mood for?"

Mumbling into his neck, you shook your head and he squeezed your side. "I know. But you've gotta eat something, angel." Clark opened the fridge one handed, peering inside. "Hmm. We should get groceries tomorrow, huh?" He shut the door and secured both arms around you. "How's pizza sound? We can get garlic bread." When your tummy grumbled, he smiled. "We'll get it from the place down the street."

Clark sat carefully down on the couch, shifting sideways so he was lying across it. While he dialed the number, he pressed his hand to your lower back, smiling when you sprawled yourself out on top of him.

As he placed the order for delivery, you smiled at the way his deep voice felt vibrating against you. This was the sound of home. He kept a hand on your back until he hung up, setting his phone aside and somehow snuggling you closer, letting his hand trail under your shirt and warming your back. "Pizza will be here soon."

"Mm," you sighed, cozy on his chest. You didn't know what you would do sometimes if you didn't have a big, warm man to lay on. Already, your mind was going fuzzy, and not in the way it'd been all day. No, with Clark it was more like you didn't need to have a survival instinct because he was there. He'd keep you safe.

When the food came, he gently eased you off to answer the door, and you hid under your fluffy blanket while he did. The smell of the specialty from the place Clark had ordered from tickled your nose, and your mood lightened even more. He'd known exactly what you wanted when you didn't.

"Sweetie?" You lifted the blanket to see him setting two boxes on the coffee table.

Springing to sit up, you watched as he opened the box to the glorious sight of fresh pizza. The garlic bread was somehow an even happier sight.

"There's my happy girl," he smiled as you reached for a slice. Clark settled in next to you with a piece of his own, and you cuddled happily into him, feeling miles away from where you were when he found you.

The two of you were quiet as you ate, and when you'd polished off the food, you were snuggling back into him. Clark positioned his arm around you, pulling you to lay back on his chest. "You feeling better?"

"Mhm," you hummed happily, reaching up to kiss his cheek. "I was just frustrated."

"You just needed some food, huh, cutie?" Clark smiled, kissing your head and pressing you to his side.

"Yeah," you giggled, nuzzling your head into him. He kissed your forehead, bringing the blanket over the two of you again.

"No more working for the rest of today, alright?" he mumbled, pulling your legs over his lap. "You've done so much, baby."

"Not really," you mumbled, but still you let him pull you in, make you forget about all that had ailed you previously.

And cuddled into him, it was harder to remember than not.

[ferrarifinnick]

FOCUS | KANG DAE-HO (PLAYER 388) AU

pairing: dae-ho (player 388) x gymgirl!reader AU genre: fluff; in an alternate universe where dae-ho doesn't enter the games. warnings: rewritten! suggestive content, shy!dae-ho, dae-ho checking reader out, lust, confrontation, sweat, partial nudity ? (sports bra), flirting, teasing, intimidation, a man who YEARNS. wc: 1.2k summary: dae-ho can't keep his eyes off his gym crush, but she has some things to say about his manners.

dae-ho tried to focus on lifting the dumbbells. the stretch of his muscles, the music playing softly in the background of the gym, he tried to focus on it. but his gaze kept drifting to you. clad in only sweatpants and a sport bra, you lifted nearly as much weight as him, but unlike dae-ho, you made it look easy. the only giveaway was the shiny gleam of sweat on your body.

it was just sweat. it wasn’t unlike anyone else hard at work in the gym, and it certainly wasn’t anything to be enamoured by. but if that were true, why couldn’t he tear his eyes away from it? away from you.

every time you dropped the bar and took a quick rest, he snapped his head back down to his shoes and tried to look busy. he fiddled with his shoe laces, pulled up his socks, even redid the topknot holding up half his hair. all to hide from your suspicion.

he gave it another moment before he took one last glance, only this time, you were staring right back at him.

he dropped his head before you could see the heat rushing into his red cheeks. his water bottle suddenly a point of fascination as he examined and drank from it, hoping to blend in. to seem normal. like your hands on your hips and the scowl you shot him wasn’t frightening.

dae-ho decided to call it a day. he pulled the hoodie over his head, snatched up his belongings, even readied his car keys to make a quick escape as he fled to the exit. he rushed past a little old lady power-walking on a nearby treadmill, but her pace was no match for dae-ho’s. he reached the door, could see the light of day pouring in from the street outside, he could see freedom.

so why did he turn around to look at you one last time?

more importantly, why weren’t you still at your machine? he glanced around, catching sight of so many girls but not one of them was you.

"looking for me?"

his head whipped around so fast it nearly unscrewed and fell to the floor. you stared up at him, hands on your hips, waiting for an explanation.

dae-ho's lips opened and closed, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't force any words out of them. the narrowing of your eyes didn't help him find his voice, and the impatient sigh only made him shudder.

"well?" you urged. “why have you been staring at me for half an hour? what’s your problem?”

dae-ho swallowed. "i'm sorry, you're just–" really fucking hot, he wanted to say, but his mother would ring him by his neck if she ever heard him speak to a girl like that. those were thoughts to remain in his head, where they belonged.

"i'm just what?" you asked, and the frustration seemed to only be simmering with his silence.

"pretty," he blurted before he could help it, and the heat burned his cheeks the moment it dawned on him that he'd said it not only out loud but straight to your face. "i mean, that's not what i meant–i mean you are pretty, beautiful actually, but–no, that's not–" he let out an overwhelmed whine, squeezing his eyes shut as a last resort to escape you.

you reached out, the palm of your hand resting gently on his forearm. he nearly flinched at your touch, but when he caught the glint of amusement in your eyes, he relaxed.

"hey," you cooed. "i'm only messing with you."

the relief washed over his face and every tightened muscle suddenly released. “oh,” he said, unsure if he should laugh or run out the door. but when you giggled, he changed his mind and wished the ground would open up and swallow him whole. he didn’t know much about impressing girls, but he knew it was never a good sign for one to laugh in his face.

“where were you running off to?” you asked, gesturing to the car keys hanging from his index finger.

“oh, just… home,” he said, and immediately cursed internally for not convincing you he lived a more exciting life.

you hummed, unconvinced. “seemed like you were in quite a big rush just to go back home,” you said, nodding down at his full bottle of water and weightlifting belt he hadn’t used during today’s gym session.

he slowly looked back up to you. “i was… tired,” he lied.

“bullshit,” you suddenly said, and his eyes flew open at your accusation. the crossing of your arms only pushed your breasts together, and he tried desperately to ignore the curve of them heaving up and out from under your sports bra. but the light was catching the sweat on your skin, and even though he had been raised better, he couldn’t help himself from glancing down for the fraction of a second.

he snapped his eyes back up to yours, but it was too late. you caught him. he knew for certain as your lips pulled into a smirk.

he gulped, desperately trying to swallow the lump in his throat in case you asked another question. but you didn’t, you just stepped closer, and dae-ho realised this was worse than anything you could ever say.

you didn’t touch him, but as he glanced down at the closing proximity of your bodies, he was afraid one deep breath would push his chest against yours. you glanced up at him, the light catching your mischievous eyes.

“you were running away from me, weren’t you?”

he was wrong. maybe your words were just as daunting as your proximity.

he didn’t have to worry about responding, because the sheepishness in his face said everything he couldn’t.

you smirked as you caught him glance down at your lips, and you swore you heard his breath catch in his throat. “aw,” you cooed again, and the way your eyes softened almost had his knees giving out. “do i make you nervous?”

your relentless gaze made him feel like his back was against the wall, caged by your presence, but really he had the whole gym behind him. he could run away, he could free himself, but some part of him, the one that enjoyed the thrill of your attention, forced him to stay put.

besides, what was the point? you were onto him, and saving face wasn’t something he could achieve anymore. so he finally swallowed that lump and nodded. “yes,” he said, because the sweat dripping down his temple wasn’t from weights but the weight of your gaze.

you suddenly grinned. “honest, i like that.” suddenly you reached into your pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. “i’m going to the cafe across the street,” you said, lifting up the paper for him to see five out of six stamps printed in it. “they do a great hot chocolate, and i’ve only got one more to buy until i get a free one.”

he nodded along. “that’s a good deal.”

you repressed the laughter bubbling in your throat and instead asked, “what’s your name?”

“dae-ho,” he said, and for the first time he sounded sure of himself.

you told him your name, and said, “dae-ho, would you like to come with me to the cafe?” you tapped the paper against his chest lightly, cheeks stretching as you grinned. “i’ll get you a hot chocolate?”

he processed your offer slowly, and although he had to study your face for any signs of mean spirited teasing, he eventually realised you were serious.

“yes!” he said, and quickly cleared his throat to try again, this time without being so eager. “yes!” he said again, but it came out just the same.

you grinned. “great answer, dae-ho.”

you lead him out onto the busy street of your gym, pointing out the cafe just a few doors down. it stood on the other side of the busy street, a stream of commuters and tourists blocking the path. you turned to dae-ho and offered him your hand.

“don’t want you running away again,” you teased, and he finally lost the sheepishness in his eyes.

he took your hand, and while it was much smaller than his, he felt comforted by your confidence as you pulled him across the street. but even in a sea of people, you were still the only one he could seem to focus on.

hehe i love subby dae-ho. please like, comment, reblog. love <3

[satinchicz]

BURNOUT

musician!Se-mi x fem!reader

TW: smoking

The ballpoint pen went flying against the wall, Se-mi groaned in annoyance before letting her back fall against the chair…she’d been trying to write music lyrics for practically the entire day, yet it seems the muses had started a riot against her because everytime her eyes glanced at the blank piece of paper her brain turned into red jelly.

Perhaps she wasn’t cut out for this

But if not this then what else? Music was her life- well you were her life too but that was different, the bin by her desk was practically overflowing with torn pages by now, god why wasn’t anything coming to her?!

Today- when she decided to dedicate the day to her lyricism, of course everything had to go to shit. Se-mi got up from the chair, her movements lazy, like her muscles were glued together creating a sticky uncomfortable feeling. Looking out the window in the kitchen she sighed once again, before reaching for a half empty box of Marlboro cigarettes, opting to relax a tiny bit with the tobacco instead of having another tantrum that included abusing her poor pen.

She watched the smoke moving as elegantly as a dancer, from her mouth to outside the window…mingling with the purple-y setting skyline.

Just then the sound of the front door being opened echoed through the flat, the very familiar harmony of your silly key chains ringing through her ears, Se-mi put out the cigarette before heading to seek you out, your bodies meeting right in the kitchen doorway, she smiled as she saw you- finally one good thing about her day.

“Hey, sweetheart” the brunette purred against your lips, you chuckled at the affection, your lips finally meeting in a sweet home-welcoming kiss.

“Hey, I missed you” you replied, before placing your bag down on the kitchen table. “Long day…god I’m so tired” to further showcase your fatigue you playfully fanned yourself with your hand…Se-mi chuckled, a very quite sound, before she sat down on the other chair. You could see something was bothering her, Se-mi your oh so energetic girlfriend that loved to joke around was suddenly like a snail hidden inside it’s shell.

“Se-mi?” You leaned in closer, your eyes going to her face, clear worry evident in your tone “Is everything alright?”

She glanced at you, before moving her gaze onto her hands, it was no use to lie, maybe a little confession about her feelings would help her feel more at ease.

“It’s just- these goddamn lyrics…” Se-mi started “I’ve been trying to write all day, but everytime I try and think of at least ONE line then it’s like I forgot how to write!”

And so she kept on going, by the time she finished sharing her failed attempts she felt more lighter, physically and emotionally. Maybe a minute of silence stretched out before the two of you, like some indicator getting rid of all the negative energy Se-mi had just thrown out of herself. “Se-mi…you know it’s fine to have days like this? I mean, I know how frustrating it is, but some burnout isn’t bad for you, you write amazing, beautiful, fucking soul haunting lyrics…I think you just have to let your mind rest a little” you assured your girlfriend, who was now looking you straight in the eyes, “I guess you’re right…thanks babe” Se-mi smiled lethargically.

“How about we cuddle? Let me just change out of these clothes, I must reek of office grime” you grinned, “Yeah…I’ll be waiting for ya” she agreed before moving into the living room.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” The brunette looked up at you as you began to speak, she was contentedly laying atop you, your arms wrapped around her waist, ah yes- you were talking about the sunset…it was beautiful, she loved all the gradient hues but as of now she wasn’t interested in looking out the window, her gaze stuck on you, “You’re more beautiful” the girl murmured against your neck, you giggled “That’s so cheesy…don’t stop”, a light kiss was pressed onto your skin, then another one, and another and another and another…the intensity growing with each one, “I won’t stop, I don’t even want to do don’t worry about that!” she smiled and you ruffled her hair

“I love you, you dummy.”

[preydefiler]

thinking about being an abusive older sister... I keep my bedroom door closed and locked, not even our parents have a key. sometimes I bring someone home, and you can hear noises coming from under the door. you're curious, and you have to take a peek.

the first time you do, it's embarrassing. you watch me have sex with one of the neighborhood girls. it's rough, and there are times she's gagged and crying and you hear these incredibly wet noises, but this angle... you can't quite see. you never quite catch sight of my cock, which is... disappointing for some reason. you feel funny, and you think the feeling is wrong, but... you want more. so you seek more opportunities.

you find a spot in a tree in our backyard, where if you climb just high enough, you can wiggle into a space in the branches that gives you a view into my room. this time I'm in there alone, and I'm lounging on my bed. you watch me for a few minutes, mostly just me flipping through a magazine. but then I reach down and put a hand in my pants. you get that feeling again, and this time you start mimicking my movements. grinding against the branch you're laying on. you watch me unzip my pants and pull out my cock. it's hard, and fills up my hand, and you watch me pump while you moan softly in the leaves, until we both cum at the same time. you can't help but be mesmerized by the ropes I shoot, your tongue subconsciously sticking out of your mouth. you ruin your shorts, and have to spend the next half hour figuring out how to climb down and change without getting caught.

you decide you need a better view. you've tried sneaking in my room, but I keep it locked down tight. The door to my room is always closed. My window, however, doesn't always get locked. Perks of being on the second story. You find that if you climb on the roof from your window, you can climb down and into mine. The first time you tried, it was locked, and I almost caught you. The next time you were successful, and that's when you started coming in and listening to and watching me fuck near constantly.

Under the bed was an interesting choice. You shoved yourself under there because you were almost caught. You heard me unlocking the door just as you were closing the window. You were squeezed in with all kinds of other junk, old sports equipment and dirty clothes, which you secretly did enjoy having your face shoved into. a couple of boxes, some used sex toys, and some trash. You could hear everything, every noise and breath caught in my throat. Every moan the slut of the week groaned into my mattress. The humiliation of feeling my thrusts under my bed was tempting, but there was nothing to see but shed clothes.

Hiding in the closet seemed to be your favorite though. Through the slats in the door, you could see everything. Every inch of flesh, every drop of sweat and cum, every throb of my cock. You loved it. You couldn't get enough. You started jerking off into my clothes you found in there. Your favorite was a pair of my boxers that I had been too lazy to change for a few days, so they really stank like me. You'd watch, and pant, and rut into your hand as I would finish load after load into anything but you, and the hunger enveloped you. I started to be the only thing you thought about. But you were careful. You made sure you were never caught.

It was your birthday, and our parents were throwing you a party. You invited all your friends, there was music and games and even an inflatable bounce house, which you thought was a bit too childish, but didn't fight about it. You always kept an eye on me though. And I said, Fuck the party. You knew my routine by this point. I'd go steal a beer from the garage, sneak behind the tree to drink it, paw at one of the girls there until I took her up to my room for more of the same. You were prepared though. You snuck off from the party, and you were able to get inside my room. I had left my door unlocked, which was uncommon, but not unheard of, and you slipped inside the closet like so many times before. And like clockwork, there I was, leading one of your friends to my bed.

Something about this fuck felt different. I seemed... angry, almost, and I slammed into your friend with scary force. I pressed both of my hands into the small of your friend's back and I stretched her out and pushed as deep as I could. I pounded her wet holes, and I faced her towards the closet door. This was the hottest and roughest you had seen me be, at a few points seeing me punch into the slut's ribs a few times, told her I liked it better when she cried. and then, somehow, I looked at you. You swear I couldn't see you, you were hidden in the closet. you hadn't made any noise. but as I fucked your friend harder and angrier, I kept glancing at the door to the closet. I growled and groaned and finally thrusted my seed deep into your friend, and after a few minutes of gasping breaths, she gathered up her clothes, thanked me, and left.

I continued to lay there panting for a few moments longer before I got up and relocked the door behind your friend. Still nude, I flopped back on the bed on my back. My cock was angled directly at you, still mostly hard and glistening with cum and your friend's juices. After a couple of minutes of awkward silence, you caught me looking at the closet door again. I looked away out the window, and you were too afraid to move. Afraid to be caught. Your heart pounded in your chest, fearful of what I would say, what our parents would say. I made a frustrated face and then huffed loudly. I finally looked at the closet door again and made eye contact with you. I rolled my eyes and finally spoke.

"Well? Are you going to cower in there, or are you going to come and get a taste, clean me up? Figured I've made you wait long enough... C'mere, meimei, let me show you how happy a birthday you can have..."

[medievalpeasantwithaphone]

The problem is that no matter how much tries to retcon, League's lore has fundamentally unstable foundations.

The early champions came from common tropes, and some of those characters have been iterated upon as Riot took the lore more seriously. However, you just can't put a character like Corki into a story like Arcane without turning him into something unrecognizable.

So Riot's writers are stuck with the unenviable task of trying to put all of these characters into a cohesive universe, without being able to change the core aspects of these characters.

The lore of more popular characters is developed first and the function of those characters as a product is prioritized over the stability of the lore. As Lux is a generic looking magical girl who makes Riot a lot of money, her lore needs to have minimal friction. In other words, Lux's lore can't significantly reframe the way we see her across the rest of League's universe because Riot can't let anything come anywhere close to stopping people from buying Lux skins. It's too much for her to emotionally reconcile the fact that her brother is a key figure in the erasure of her people.

There are a lot of cool stories that could be told in League's universe, but it is pretty much impossible to tell them by following the canon to a tee.

Was having a conversation with a friend about Old League lore. It got me curious, is Garens character still basically analogous to a genocide general, what with the mage hunt and all that, or has that largely been retconned away? I'm as familiar with league lore as I used to be.

It's more or less as it was. Mageseeker and the Lux comic have attempted to cast him as a reluctant soldier trying to resist bad orders to the best of his ability, but they haven't ever actually reckoned with any of his culpability and hypocrisy. It's one of those situations where the actions he is depicted as undertaking are astonishingly heinous when you think about them for even two seconds, but the story is invested in making sure you know that he personally feels very bad about doing it, and that in the name of nuance and fairness you should therefore be willing to be sympathetic with him.

Which. Y'know.

Asking us to hold sympathy for a guy who is dragging Extremely Obvious Metaphor For Queer People off to concentration, forced conversion and extermination camps is... I mean it was always a bit of an ask to make of a literate audience, but it's becoming ever more so as Current Year drags on.

idk I just don't have a lot of patience, in the present moment, for stories that try to leave heroic narrative space for people who hold pathetic loyalty to bad institutions, and commit atrocities in their name while shaking their head the whole time so everyone knows they mournfully disagree with what is currently being done, by them.

And if Garen was actually meant to be understood as some of the lowest scum of the earth: someone who knows better and does evil anyway, then that would make for an interesting story, but he's pretty consistently framed as a tragic figure doomed by his noble loyalty to a higher ideal, and oh don't you relate to his deep and complex struggle, such difficult moral questions he faces.

It feels telling of the audience that the story is written for, and the perspective it is written from.

[meowkwisis]

╭───.★..─. ♯┆nishimura riki (niki) x fem!reader | very fluffy fluff | smau & written pieces .ᐟ

──୨ৎ─── ꜱᴛᴀʀʀʏ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ————————————-

╰─..★. ──────────────────╯ -`♡´-

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ! : swearing/cussing, very fluffy, silly goofy, very mild angst, slow burn, crack…

𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴: childhood best friends to lovers, friends to lovers, obvious to everyone but them…

𓍯𓂃 ~ in which nishimura riki has been in love with his childhood best friend for as long as he can remember, but of course, he would never admit it, and neither would you.

[written portion]

After finishing your work at around 2 am, you laid back in your bed in your freshly cleaned room, the smell of your jasmine candle wafting around your room. as you’re watching a show, laid in your bed and covers up to your shoulders. you saw the incoming call, quickly picking it up.

as the image of him with his hands on the wheel, and his focused face flitting to his phone for a minute, you softly smile and say-

“hey Kiki, what’s up?”

“hiii.. I’m so tired. I did not like that party at all.”

Niki had specifically gotten one of those clip phone holders because he always ends up driving alone late at night,and he hated it.

he hated it.

niki hated the thought of dying alone, and he hated the thought of losing the people he loves in his life, especially you.

always you.

“really? Didn’t find a new girl?”

deep down you were happy, the feeling of hope once again bubbbling. Making your chest feel that familiar tightness that was always near when you were with Niki.

“Y/n/n, you know I never do. I’m so bitchless it hurts.”

“Nah-uh, you’re just- not good at pulling?” Making both you and Niki laugh.

Niki’s laugh, that made your heart warm whenever you heard it.

eventually, Niki reached your apartment.

your decision to live off campus was never something that made sense to him, but he loved your place. So peaceful and quiet.

“I’m here, see you in like two seconds.”

When Niki reached inside, and the familiar clinking of his keys being thrown on the floor was heard by you, comfort was brought.

“hi kiii..”

Your little waving hand peeking out of the blanket, shifting as you saw him walk in. Your tired eyes, and your messy hair.

god, give him a break.

“hey yn-nn...”

yawning midway through his sentence.

you just giggled, lifting up the blanket. Instructing him to take off his ‘outside clothes’ first.

“Where are the sweatpants I left last time?”

he said, after peeling off his navy blue hoodie, and his socks.

“In the drawer, the second one.”

after you turned your back so he could change, and he finally got situated, he quickly climbed under the covers, his cold body and messy hair. Gave him an almost marble -like stature.

you turned around, feeling his presence and the dip in the bed besides you.

clicking off your lights, you shifted to your side so that you were now facing him.

putting a hand on his cheek, you just caressed it, rubbing your soft fingers on his skin. Eventually moving onto his hair, and raking your fingers through his soft- now tousled- locks.

“..hi..”

his voice was so irrevocably deep, and barely above a whisper. barely even audible to your ears.

in response, you gently put an arm around him, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, nuzzling your head in your sleepy trance.

“hi ki…”

the vibration of your voice reverberating on his chest, and he chuckled, the vibration comforting in a sense.

“you sleepy? hm?”

“very…”

the next time he asked you a question, you didn’t answer. Spent from the day of hard work, and staying up even later for Niki.

Normally this wouldn’t drive you to fall asleep as fast as you did, but hearing the quiet

thump… thump… thump…

of Niki’s heartbeat beneath your ears, eased your mind. Better then its felt in ages.

it’s something you’ve been doing since you were a kid, whenever you were innocently having sleepovers, or something involving cuddling and sleeping, you loved the lullaby that Niki’s presence provided you.

not just in your sleep, but in your life. He’s always been calming you down, always the person you call when you need, and always the person you love when you feel you can’t anymore.

you loved him.

Not when or because or anything,

Just pure love.

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tysm for reading!!

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[justrandomfanficideas]

3-Crossover

An AU where Shen Jiu met Yan Wushi during his time with Wu Yanzi and Wushi was the one to kill Yanzi before Shen Jiu met Yue Qingyuan again.

Shen Jiu despite his distrust, grew closer to Wushi and both were friends by the time Shen Jiu became the Qing Jing's head disciple.

Thanks to Wushi's help with his trauma, Shen Jiu wasn't as affected by being given the Qingqiu name.

They started dating some time after Shen Jiu became Shen Qingqiu and before the at the time Qing Jing Lord ascended the two married with the whole Qing Jing Peak and Wushi's sect being present plus the other Cang Qiong Peak Lords(not their head disciples except for Shang Qinghua).

Anyways, no Peak Lord knew about Shen Jiu being married except Qinghua and it continued like that until someone met Haitang and tried to bring justice on Shen Jiu plus using the rumours they heard about Shen Jiu(not Luo Binghe as Shen Jiu would be a better teacher and his disciples would train in Wushi's sect a few times a year so every disciple in Qing Jing love their shizun...if you want Shen Yuan to be in the fic he could be a disciple from Qing Jing of Wushi's sect).

Like canon no Peak Lord tried to defend Shen Jiu(Shang Qinghua wasn't present as he went to grab key witnesses) but before anyone could give the final judgement, the door was open to reveal a group of people who said they were witnesses of Shen Jiu's crimes.

Yingying was the first witness to go up and denied that Shen Jiu had desires for her as she was his adoptive daughter and she wasn't the only female disciple in his peak despite what was said.

The madam of Warm Red Pavillion was the next one and told them that Shen Jiu had been partially raised by her and came to visit her and teach the girls about the four arts so they could find a good husband besides them and other prostitutes making part of his and Shang Qinghua's spy group.

Luo Binghe and other male disciples were the next ones to go up and they denied being abused as they were physical cultivators so their shizun had to be harder on them besides Binghe seeming to have a demonic core too so Shen Jiu had asked a demonic sect for help on how to train him better.

Nest it was a group of old ladies who Haitang recognized as some of the surviving slaves/maids of her home, they admitted that Shen Jiu killed their master and started the fire but also admitted that Shen Jiu was suffering terrible abused by said young master and one of them witnessed how said young master had tried to rape Shen Jiu just before Shen Jiu went into a qi deviation ad killed the young master plus any male servant who participated in the abused and started the fire

And lastly everyone was surprised to see the leader of Huanyue Sect come up as a witness and say that there was no way Shen Jiu slept around or anything like that as they have been married for years and even have kids together and that whenever Shen Jiu disappeared it was to visit him or one of their older children who were all in different sects.

How anything else would go it is up to the writer but I did make a few tiktoks about this Au before which had He Xuan also be Shen Jiu's brother in his past life where he was his sister, He Qingjiu, and also who are Shen Jiu and Yan Wushi's kids besides Yingying(who is their only adopted kid, the others are blood related): Yu Ziyuan, Chu Wanning, Liu Mei, Wen Kexing, Guxiang and Tang Soso(their first names are the canon ones but their last name is changed for Yan)

[hahisfirsttime]

HELLOOOO I ALSO WATCHED MRS. FLETCHER BECAUSE OF CAM

So I am here to infodump. Don’t mind if I do~

Last year I also went through that spiral of “I need to watch every Cameron content there is” (from which I have left paradise city, black code and two movies with him as a kid), and low key I had a fun time with it!!

It’s ironic that I still struggle to watch Jessie sometimes, but Mrs. Fletcher was a nice change of pace? Meaning, I didn’t expect seeing him in a quirky, kind of indie, LGBTQ+ friendly, and highschool/adult drama short series at all! The story was kind of weird in many different ways, since I for one got lost very quickly in stuff like-

[SPOILER WARNIN] the whole grandpa with dementia, her different dates and flirt dynamics, the father who had an autistic son (which was a great slay, but seemed a bit forced to me? I don’t mean to say there isn’t that kind of situation irl, where parents don’t know how to “”””deal”””” with it, or do it in the most awful and degrading way for the child -by calling him ‘not normal’- I just think it could’ve been portrayed differently while still keeping the fact that the father was an 4sshole) or also the fact that Eve’s son, Brendan, was also an absolutely bad character with the intention to be hated.

For context, yes, he is a very hetero cis white male with an inferiority complex and lotsa issues that he handles in a “chad” way of working out and ignoring his studies. Something I sincerely feared that Zack would also be, with for example beginning scenes of unpacking with Eve and the high school theatre thing where they were laughing at inclusivity jokes. BUT HE WASNTTTTTTT he actually had such a fun and cool attitude that contrasted Brendan’s and made him look as the idiot that he is!

After seeing Zack at the party, I was flabbergasted. Everything made sense. Gay, gay guy. Gay guy kissing blonde twink. Gay alert blaring through my brain to my heart I began to watch it over and over because of how SATISFYING their body language and vibe is. Oh my god. I remember replaying that scene over and over, both with my phone and in my mind, at school, on the bus, anywhere. I completely hyper fixated on it hahshahsh and that’s why I say i ended up just having fun with it- I even started listening to Tegan and Sara thanks to itttttt

Afterwards, with the pretty girl who’s name I can’t remember and Brendan’s bj scene—- I got so triggered and amazed, I thought she acted that very very well by the feeling I got when watching, so, seeing the little gay group they all had and how they all supported her, and Zack going out of the building to shoo Brendan away— SO CUTE AND HEALING like get it guys

So yeh, I think it’s a bit obvious that the series was written to fit more than a single season, since the problems they introduce are treated throughout each episode little by little, and somehow closed off again in the final chapter. But with a very open ending, where things are left halfway done (not an inherently bad thing! IRL everything takes time, even more interpersonal relationships, so it’s also logical that some characters don’t quickly make up and finish their business with each other).

SO YEAH THATS IT I was gonna insert a cute edit I found on TikTok but apparently I can’t hagshsh byeeee

I was one of probably around 10 or less people who actually watched Mrs. Fletcher but I did it specifically to stare at Cameron whenever he was on screen. I’m kinda on a mission to consume every bit of Cameron content you see

The show? Mid. So mid. I didn’t like it. But on the bright side I liked Cameron’s character. That. That fun little gay.

(if anyone else actually watched this can you tell me what you thought lol)

[leapinarmadillo]

listening to Off The Wall

shake ur ass (x5)

no like it's serious. you better go crazy. you should almost die.

aww cute song <3

oh pretty... oh :(... oh we cryin...

I Can't Help It

hm

I Can't Help It

I Can't Help It

I Can't Help It

I Can't Help It

(repeat I Can't Help It til you pass out)

(come to and resume album)

why is this song so whatever

better freak across the floor

[only-one-brain-cell]

Kate: Anthony we should keep the baby a secret for now Colin and Penelope are getting married the focus should be on them.

Anthony: whatever you want darling

Anthony that night screaming out the window: KATE IS WITH CHILD

[fromtheseventhhell]

Imagine being 9 years old and asking your dad about the things you're interested in doing when you grow up and he's like "No ❤️! But you can get married, have babies, and then maybe your sons can do those things ☺️🫶 "

[speakofshinee]

2min practicing their Dragon Ball fusion ✨️

[anoant-haikyuu-dump]

Tsukkiyama yuri

[spending-life-pretending]

Sorry babe can’t talk rn I just started thinking about the final Victor + the Creature pas de deux from Liam Scarlett’s Frankenstein ballet again. What’s that? Yeah, the part where they start mirroring each others’ movements before colliding and you can’t tell if their actions towards each other are violent or not. And then when the Creature puts Victor’s hand on his face and clings to it and Victor raises his other hand to touch him but only to push him away, yeah. So I’m gonna need a couple hours you understand.

[janituaries]

Y’know

Kinda wished Obanai’s fear and hatred of women should be explored more, don’t get me wrong. I love obamitsu like a lot, they’re one of the cutest couples i’ve ever seen. But the way Obanai’s falls in love with her at first sight doesn’t stick well enough with me to make them #1 ship.

I’d like it more through Mitsuri’s consistent kindness he showed and shower him, the kind of kindness he has never receive(excluding the Rengoku Family, i’m sure they took care of him well) from a woman and through Mitsuri he learns the true value of kindness and love which that later on is his turning point to letting his guard down to and opening his heart to give a woman a chance.

It is by her positivity he learns living longer doesn’t seem bad and that he is worth of loving

I don’t know man I just love when a character's fear is being explored more than to just brush it off. i don’t like romance all that much, i like it if it has chemistry and their dynamic is explored.

Considering Obanai’s backstory, it didn’t make sense to me. He just falls in love with her out of the bat, regardless of her purity. Trust isn’t easy to obtain especially to someone like Obanai.

Please all i want Obanai’s fear and hatred of Women to be explored and how Mitsuri manage to change that view by just consistently showered him with positivity and kindness

(P.s i am not good at conveying my words)

[tapiokauwu]

Sometimes I relate to certain fictional characters and then I find out that people describe them as "probably mentally ill" or "morally questionable" or things like that...

and I'm like HUH.

So most people don't feel that way... understandable, have a nice day.