#enjoy the angst tho xo

[the-demoness-next-door]

and jekath's, to match! :)

(he/him)

Eden’s journey :,)

[ilys00ga]

You are essentially the best fluff writer for yoongi at this point. I can't put into words how grateful I am for having access to such high quality sweet fluff with literallly no suggestive themes and little angst. I'm someone who hates angst and wearily go through warnings n shit and you are one of the few ppl who is safe to read hahaha. Do you have any similar fluff recommendations from other blogs ? Tysm and kisses xo

hello omg...! 🥹

thank u so much for your kind words. It made me soooooo happy, and I'm sorry I'm replying to this so late.

im so glad somebody is like me!! I found my people <33

I really, really, REALLY loveeee fluff sm. like hello? u can't go wrong with fluff, can u?? exactly. I also don't really fancy reading angst that much, but I discovered that I still like writing it sometimes, which is so weird lmao. but fluff is just... superior, indeed.

and as per your last request, how did u know that i was considering making my very own fic recs post?? 🤨 lol.

i actually haven't read anything lately... but in general, I'm a person who usually leans towards shorter one-shots/drabble and with the tag 'established relationship', rather than reading whole fics and all of that. so here are some of my recently fav fluffy fluff stuff for u to enjoy!

- flowers in your hair (I LOVEEEEE THIS SMMMMM)

- this super short but super cute thing omg (I'd eat up anything this user writes btw. go check their masterlist !!)

- dad!yoongi 😫🥺🥺

- this hand size comparing/difference headcanon thingie omygoddd

- this masterlist (this has different themes and genres tho! but I like so many of the fics in there omg)

- this one makes me wanna cry too, i love it soooo much..

- wishes and kisses

- basketball (this one's cute too).

[maliland]

PLAY FAIR!

now playing: xo by beyoncé

barbie(s): e-1610 miles & black fem reader

includes: fluff & fake ass friends

synopsis: your day starts off a bit rocky when you're confronted with conflict concerning your friendships. your boyfriend cheers you up by taking you to the fair!

wc: 8358 (not including the bonus)

credz: @/firefly-graphics

a/n: first fluff fic yayay!! i lied abt when i was dropping this sooo many times, mb.. there's a bonus to make up for it. i hope u guys enjoy this and read VERY slowly bc idk when i'm dropping a fic next 🚶‍♀️ idk what i was doing here lowkey… i h8 everything but the bonus. (i'm biased i like angst better) lmk what y’all think of this tho 💞 ((i proof read but there might be mistakes))

mothers were always thought to have an intuition when it came to their children—some sort of sixth sense. the science behind it? well, there is none. none that’s been proven, anyway. that doesn’t stop some mothers from swearing that their second sight was legit. your mom was one of them, constantly giving her unwarranted two cents about people in your life who seemed harmless to you.

you felt blessed to have the mother you did. she was your best friend and your biggest cheerleader. she brought you up to be the girl you are today. without her, you didn't know who you'd be. not having a huge group of friends to be around 24/7 didn't really bother you as much as it would have if you didn't have her.

you’ve never felt like you needed to hide anything from your mom, but you did keep your crush on miles a secret for a hot minute. you'd never liked someone the way you liked him. you were shocked to discover that he like you too. when miles was ready to make things official, you knew you couldn't hide him from your mom anymore, so you didn't. she met him one saturday morning over breakfast, and to your surprise, she liked him. you were shocked she didn’t have anything condemnatory to say about your boyfriend, not because there was anything wrong with miles, but because your mom is overprotective of you.

growing up, you hadn’t always been the most sociable kid. all of the friends you had now found you and so did miles. that being said, your mom worried that people would take advantage of your built-in hospitality and youf kind heart. she watched out for certain things when you'd describe your interactions with people, then told you to watch out as well. although her overprotectiveness could be irritating more often than not, your mom had definitely helped you avoid trouble here and there.

growing up meant change. you weren't the biggest fan of change because of the risk that came with it. you had always preferred to stick to what you know—until this year. your fourth and final year of high school had you wanting to break out of your shell. the same few friends wouldn’t be there to keep you company when you graduate and go to different colleges, or hold your hand for the rest of your life. neither would your beloved mother. you had to hold your own hand.

you weren't sure how you were going to make friends, and you were too ashamed to ask anyone how to do so. thankfully, you didn't have to do much, because the friends you made came to you.

it started with a group chat with the five girls you had calculus with this year: tiesha, taraji, yanira, and adana. tiesha had created the chain so you all could send homework answers and test reviews back and forth. math was never your strong suit, so cheating was really the only reason you were passing. brief conversations about homework and how much you all hated the class turned into full blown conversations about boys and tv shows. minor comments about something annoying that someone did in class turned into major gossip sessions. you couldn't remember the last time you went a whole day without talking to those girls, whether it was one text message or twenty.

your mom told you she was excited that you had expanded your circle, but you could tell by the way her smile had slightly faltered that she was indeed irresolute. you knew you’d never understand her intuitive claims unless you had children of your own, and even then, you’d still doubt the phenomenon’s validity. it was just your nature to question everything.

presently, you were at a food court in the mall, sitting by yourself at one of the tables. every now and then, you’d glance up from your phone and see a group of friends or a couple pass by you.

you were supposed to hang out with yanira, taraji, adana, and tiesha, but it was almost one and none of them had showed up to the spot in the mall where you agreed to meet. every call you made went straight to voicemail. frustrated, you opened instagram to see if any of the girls were active. you raised a brow when you noticed the multicolored spiral around yanira’s profile picture at the top of your dash where stories were located. you tapped it just to be confronted with a boomerang of yanira, tiesha, adana, and taraji posing in a dressing room mirror. your eyes bored into the screen for a few seconds before you swiped out of instagram, treachery bubbling in your stomach. you released an exasperated sigh.

your mom was right. once again.

you glanced at a nearby tv on one of the walls in the food court and saw a picture of spider-man. you read the captions as they glided across the bottom of the screen, the clip of the hero fighting off a villain playing simultaneously. the news reporter narrated the highlights of the brawl and another one followed up his narration by concluding that spider-man had once again saved the city.

you smiled to yourself like a proud mother, then you thought about miles, not spider-man. you hadn’t talked to your boyfriend since the night before. as if he could read your mind, your phone buzzed against the table and lit up.

3 text messages @ 12:42pm

miles: hey, pretty girl (12:42pm)  miles: i couldn’t text you this morning, i’m sorry (12:42pm)  miles: villain of the week decided to get up early today (12:42pm)

so did you, but for different reasons. reasons that no longer mattered. you didn't even know why you were still sitting in that food court. you should've been en route to the train station by now. you felt so damn stupid.

you: that’s okay (12:43pm)

miles: are you okay? (12:43pm) miles: yk i’d never purposely ignore you, right? (12:43pm)

you: yeah, i know (12:44pm) you: it’s not you (12:44pm)  you: i’m at the mall rn bc i was supposed to meet some friends here, but they never showed. nb wanted to answer the phone either (12:44pm) you: i checked instagram n it turns out they’re all here (12:45pm) you: just without me (12:45pm) you: sooo now i have to do the walk of shame back to the subway station (12:45pm)

miles: that’s so messed up, i’m really sorry (12:46pm)  miles: did anything happen with them before this? (12:46pm)

you: no (12:46pm)  you: i mean if it did then idk anything about it (12:47pm)  you: my ma warned me about those girls. i should’ve listened 🤦‍♀️ (12:47pm)

miles: i got an idea. are you free now? (12:47pm)

you: i am 🤨 (12:48pm)

miles: take the subway to mine (12:48pm)  miles: i have a surprise ❤️ (12:48pm)

you: i gtg grab smth from my place b4 that (12:49pm) you: but i’ll be there :) (12:49pm)

miles loved a message @ 12:50pm

you didn’t even realize the smile that had crept up on your face until it was almost ear to ear and a few seconds away from making your cheeks ache. you quickly stood up from your chair, the legs howling loudly as they scraped against the tile. you winced at the noise and picked the chair up to move it instead of pushing it in. afterwards, you began walking to the exit closest to the subway station. your pace slowed when you saw your “friends” in front of you. they hadn’t noticed you yet. you hoped they wouldn't. they were walking in a horizontal line, laughing and carrying bags on their arms from different stores. you thought it made them look like they belonged in mean girls, or some coming-of-age disney movie with a clique of popular girls who manage to be both unnecessarily cruel and loved by everyone for antsgonists.

when the group of teens finally spotted you, they briefly side-eyed one another before looking back at you, fake smiles gracing their lips almost immediately after.

did they think you were stupid, blind, or both?

“[name]!” adana called out to you when you were only a few feet apart. she dragged out the last part of your name too. you saw it for what it was: an obvious and weak effort to sound genuine. adana picked up her pace so she got to you faster than the other girls. “we thought you weren’t coming, girl!”

you remained tranquil, though you could see everyone else behind adana snickering and exchanging looks. your kept your face relatively blank, not wanting to show the girls before you even the slightest bit of chagrin. they’d get a kick out of it and your outburst would be the topic of their conversations for weeks to come. high school was truly exhausting.

“i mean, i got here at twelve like we agreed,” you shrugged. “i called you guys too. i guess your phones were off.”

“yeah, they were,” taraji chimed in, showing you the 'do not disturb' icon on her phone. you fought the urge to roll your eyes at her fraudulent tone.

you almost couldn’t believe that this was a real situation that you were somehow caught in the middle of. tiesha pouted, the friction between her lips causing her already-faded pink and brown lip combo to fade some more. you knew she was mocking you, but you only wanted to smile when you thought about the shiny gloss that was neatly slathered on your lips, much unlike hers.

“are you okay? have you been here by yourself this whole time?” tiesha interrogated. it felt more like instigating.

“i mean, yeah,” your eyes darted around nervously. lipgloss honestly wasn’t a big deal anyway, tiesha probably had more in her bag. your confidence boost was short-lived and had diminished. you were never the type to thrive off someone's disadvantage. either way, you could act. “but it didn’t really bother me ‘cause i was texting my boyfriend and we—”

“boyfriend?” adana laughed mockingly like it was unbelievable. like it was impossible. “i didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“what? i’ve told you guys this,” you frowned, your voice wavering to a degree.

you stared at the four girls with an eyebrow cocked up while they turned to each other and shook their heads, a few whispers floated in the air and into your ears. you had spoken about miles to these girls before, you were positive. he was never a secret, you just weren’t someone who posted online a lot. in fact, you only had instagram because your mom made you sign up. you’d never posted once. either way, it’s your relationship. you didn’t want everyone in your business, that’s where mess was rooted. that's how problems started.

what mess the unforeseen treatment you were receiving was rooted in? that was a mystery to you. you didn’t understand how the girls who were supposed to be your friends could switch up on you at the speed of light. there hadn’t been any fights or arguments between any of you—to your knowledge, at least.

you’ve always preached that there are two sides to every story, but you also preached communication. you all were cool last night while confirming today’s plans, now suddenly they know nothing about you?

nobody questioned you about miles. instead, yanira broke the silence that you’d spent lost in your thoughts, trying to make sense of the uncomfortable situation you were in with purely scraps. “well, good thing we found you now.” she pursed her lips afterwards, clearly stifling a laugh.

words couldn’t describe how stupid and naive you felt. they were trying to play you in your face and thought you were oblivious to it. you were starting to think so too. maybe they’d been playing in your face this entire time. maybe they’ve been acting for the duration of your friendship. maybe there were signs this entire time and you didn’t notice until now. maybe the idea of meeting new people thrilled you too much, and they took advantage of that when they realized it.

you weren’t lashing out over everything going on in the name of “staying calm.” you couldn’t grant anyone the satisfaction of knowing they struck a nerve, and bad. you were just as committed to keeping up with your act as they were to theirs, and nothing was going to make you let up.

“we were just about to grab some food,” tiesha added after yanira, smiling ever so innocently, as if she was oblivious to the treatment you were receiving. tiesha was the one you were the closest with, so that hurt. stung even.

“thanks, but i have other plans,” you faked a smile and made sure to look each one of your “friends” dead in each of their glowering, dull eyes.

adana’s face contorted in slight indignation. “how could you have plans? were you only gonna hang with us for an hour?”

“i was heading out before i ran into you guys,” you smiled and shrugged, checking the time on your phone. “gotta go now or i’ll miss the train. i’ll see you guys at school on monday.”

those insolent girls gave you the stink eye as deviated away. a few steps farther from fakery and you could already hear the whispers and the murmurs, even if the mall was loud. they sounded more like hisses the farther away you got, until they blended into the many, many sounds of your local mall. you were thankful to be free from that conversation—if you could even call it that.

your next chat oughta be a real one. though you hated it, confrontation was just around the corner.

❤︎₊ ⊹

“and then they acted like absolutely nothing was wrong… tiesha too!”

you were seated on one end of the couch in miles’ apartment, your legs crossed and resting on top of his thighs and a pillow between the arm of the couch and your back. miles hadn’t told you what the surprise was yet, and quite frankly, it had slipped your mind entirely. you were never good when it came to keeping your emotions in check. the fury boiling and seething inside you was so immense that you couldn’t give anything but what happened at the mall even half of a thought even if you wanted to. miles was steadily running his hand up and down the bottom half of one of your legs because he knew it’d help you calm you down. it was something he did by default while you were ranting, because when you were upset over something, you could go on for hours.

miles was a teen girl’s diary that could talk back. you had been on a twenty-minute tangent about what transpired at the mall, making sure to include even the most minor details that other people would view as futile. your boyfriend made sure you knew he was listening, nodding and making a few comments when you’d pause to catch your breath. most people would hate hearing someone complain for as long as you usually did, but miles didn't mind it. in fact, he enjoyed it. it wasn’t your anger that he savored, he just loved staring at your pretty face. you had miles in a trance forever and always. your beauty would forever captivate the boy and you were well aware. the difference between now and when you weren’t blowing smoke out of your ears was that miles could admire every feature without you teasing him for it, because you wanted him to pay attention. in any other instance, you loved pointing out how much he stares and making fun of him for it as if you’re not just as head over heels.

“i feel pathetic. i waited there for a goddamn hour. and you wanna know what the worst part about all of this is?” you exhaled, your irises peering directly into miles’.

even when you were upset, you could admire him. you were doing it in that moment. last time it was his eyes, now it was his hair. the sun rays looming from the unfolded blinds painted his afro a soft brown, singling out and defining numerous strands of those gorgeous spirals sprouting from his head. he was so perfect to you. you often had trouble believing you could call him yours.

“tell me,” miles retorted, slightly angling his head to the left.

“i wore a good outfit for nothing,” you whined, tipping your head back concurrently. “i just got this tracksuit! this is honestly ten times worse than wasting a good outfit on a boring day.”

you had on a black, velvet matching set from juicy couture. it was expensive and you were pissed to have had wasted your first wear on the day you found out your friends aren’t shit. miles remembered how excited you were to buy that outfit. you’d talked about saving the money for it for what felt like forever.

“you didn’t waste your outfit,” miles assured you, drawing confusion to your face almost immediately. “i still have a surprise, you know.”

“right,” your eyes lit up and you sat up straighter, disregarding your mood. “i was thinking about it on the subway and i have a few guesses.”

“i don’t think you’ll be able to guess this one, but you can try," he laughed lowly.

“cookies?” you started.

miles shook his head. “no.”

“a cat?”

“no, mami,” he laughed.

“ummm,” you tapped your chin like you were deep in thought. your dark-colored orbs traveled to the ceiling. “movie marathon night?”

“better.”

you snapped your fingers. “christmas movie marathon night."

“no movies,” miles clarified.

“beyoncé?”

“not beyoncé.”

“i can do your makeup?!”

“nope.”

“you got me,” you rolled your eyes and blew raspberries. “i give up. spill.”

“i know you wanted to go to the fair during the summer, but i didn’t take you because i knew you’d complain about the heat,” miles began. “now that it’s november, i figured it’d be the perfect time to go.”

“oh shit, for real?!” your eyes slightly widened as you swung your legs off of miles.

“i don’t see why i wouldn’t be,” he retorted. “we’ll take the train and walk the rest of the way.”

you jumped off of the couch in excitement and shuffled behind the piece of furniture to grab your purse. you glanced over at miles, who was now scrolling on his phone. you crept up on him from behind the couch and inched close to his ear.

“get up!” you demanded playfully, grabbing his shoulders. miles slightly flinched, and you burst into a fit of laughter at his reaction.

“okay, okay!” he stood up, rolling his eyes and smiling. “i was thinking we could wait a little bit before we went.”

“nope, no time to waste,” you insisted. you’d wasted enough of that with your “friends.”

your boyfriend told you about all of the abilities that he acquired when he became spider-man, one of them being his heightened senses. you used to expect them to go off whenever you were approaching him, or whenever you scared him, but they never did. when you inquired about it, miles told you that his senses were most likely there to protect him, therefore they’d only go off when they felt like someone or something posed a threat. he didn’t elaborate any further, but you got what you needed to out of it.

knowing that miles and his radioactive dna felt safe around you made you feel special.

❤︎₊ ⊹

you hadn't been to a fair since you were ten. you had gone with your cousins, your mom, and your aunt. back then, you weren't smart enough to know how to play any of the games correctly. you weren't tall enough to ride anything that looked cool to you, either. you despised always having to settle for the teacups and the carousel.

going back to the fair wasn't really a priority until that past summer. it just happened to be on the long list of things you wanted to do with miles.

the air outside was cool and crisp and the sun probably felt threatened by the clouds obstructing its view of the city with insomnia. you were relieved to not feel the sweltering heat beating down on you, especially since you had worn the sun’s favorite color in velvet. the leaves on the trees were turning orange now. you were entranced by one tree in particular, watching as the plant detached itself from the branch of the tree and danced in the wind on the way to the ground.

at the front gate, you held out your hand so one of the employees could give you a stamp, as did miles. the stamp was an orange leaf, but it didn't really show up on your darker-colored skin no matter how you squinted.

now that you were there, the fair was much more different than you pictured it to be. though you wanted to experience as much as you could, you had three main goals in mind:  1. win an unnecessarily oversized plush 2. take pictures in a photo booth 3. go on the ferris wheel

as long as you were able to say you did all of those things by the end of that night, you’d forget all the misfortune that the first half of the day bestowed upon you and forgive the universe for allowing it.

as you strolled the fair grounds with miles, you tried to catch a glimpse of everything there was to do as you passed. the fair was bustling with people. there were families, groups of friends, trios, duo. there were also couples, like you and miles. you even saw people by themselves every so often. your day could’ve ended like that, you were elated that you didn’t feel alone anymore, but you’d never say it out loud.

“whatcha wanna do first?” miles asked you. he was being just as observant as you, if not more.

you squinted your eyes ahead and a specific game caught your eye. “let’s play basketball, i’ll definitely whoop your ass this time.”

“big talk for someone who can barely even shoot baskets when we're on the court,” miles fired back. “whoever wins gets to choose what we do next.”

“fine by me,” you shrugged.

you two grabbed a single basketball from your lanes when you got over to the game. you saw miles adjust his grip on the ball from the corner of your eye. you reduced your eyes to slits in response and pressed your lips together.

when the bell rang and the timer began to count down, you both shot your balls into the baskets. both of them made it in. you were doing fine for the first couple of seconds, but then your balls began to veer away from your basket. you quickly glanced over at miles’ scoreboard to find that he was eight scores ahead of you. you furrowed your brows and began throwing balls into the goal again, making the first three shots and missing the last two. you were on autopilot from that moment on, throwing balls at your goal without stopping to celebrate nor gripe.

just as you reached down for a basketball to make another shot, the timer went off, indicating the end of the game. you looked up at your scoreboard to find that you’d only gotten twenty-eight shots. you could already feel miles’ eyes boring a hole through your head, patiently waiting on you to look over at his lane and accept defeat.

you gave in to defeat and scanned his final scoreboard: fifty-eight shots.

you finally looked over at the boy and he was smirking slyly. “yeah, so i’m tryna play the game with the water guns and the targets.”

you would’ve much preferred to find a photo booth next, but a deal was a deal, so you brushed off your loss. neither of you had a map, so you weren't sure where any of the games were. you two agreed to wing it, so you and miles roamed around for a while. you made small talk and miles teased you for being so confident that you'd win the last game.

finally, you came across the mini-game he wanted to play. your face lit up when you saw all the stuffed animals hanging from the rack above. you could get behind this.

the worker was on her phone, visibly nodding off until you two approached the game. you caught a glimpse of her rolling her eyes and shoving her phone in the back pocket of her black jeans. though she was clearly fed up by the presence of you and your boyfriend, she thoroughly explained the rules of the game. miles had to strike down moving targets with a water gun. the targets would move left to right, up and down, or both. he had to shoot all of them to win, and he only got five minutes to do so.

the worker hit the red button and miles was on the clock.

the targets were the typical kind: white circles with red circular stripes, and a red bullseye in the middle. you watched keenly as miles gripped the gun and squeezed one of his eyes shut for precision, pulling the trigger and shooting a line of water at two of the targets with ease. to his surprise, they began to move faster. he was still hitting them though.

the employee was paying miles no mind, already turned around and back on her phone, texting away. even though dealing with those targets was like breathing for miles, he decided to take a shortcut. just for fun.

while the worker wasn’t looking, miles handed you the water gun and used his web-shooters to swiftly shoot down the last five targets. your eyes enlarged at him in a panic and before you could really think about it, you sprayed the webbing off of the targets miles shot down with them.

the worker turned back around when she heard the winner’s bell ringing. by that time, the water gun was already back in miles' hand. the worker stared at the both of you in confusion. miles looked proud of himself. you nervously smiled and shrugged.

the worker rolled her eyes before they traveled over to the selection of toys and stuffed animals just above her. “pick a prize, any prize,” she said unenthusiastically.

“which one do you want, mama?” miles asked you.

“umm…” your voice trailed off. your eyes glossed over all the different plushies until one caught your eye. “stitch for sure.”

the worker nodded and unhooked the stuffed animal from the rack. she quickly handed it to miles and gave him a quick half-assed smile before resuming her bored expression. miles passed you the stuffed animal and you smiled brightly. you remembered this feeling, and you felt like a little kid all over again.

“he’s our son now,” you proudly declared.

“he’s too big for that,” miles teased you. “that’s a grown man.”

you gave miles a dirty look and punched him in the shoulder. “i won’t let you body shame our son.”

“my bad!” miles laughed and put his hands up in defense.

"yeah, whatever," you gave miles an eye roll and grimaced. you clocked the worker glaring at you two from the corner of your eye, so you grabbed miles' hand and hurriedly dragged him away from the booth. "we gotta go before she sees the pile of webs on the ground and has cps investigate us. she already hates us, what if she makes us return our son?”

"that's your main concern?" miles' eyes widened. "not the worker finding out i'm a superhero?"

“why would i be worried about that?" you inquired playfully. "i shouldn't have to lose my baby because you wanted to risk your identity."

you both laughed as you wandered along the paths of the fair aimlessly. neither of you knew what you where you were going next, but you were way too immersed in your debate to think about it. amidst your little parley, the sun finally escaped from the clouds' cover, the sky shifting to a warm orange and light shades of pink instead of the gray it had greeted you with.

“by the way, that was very much cheating,” you chuckled, thinking back to the mini-game. “you need to play fair next time. no web-shooters.”

“we had no opponents,” your boyfriend reminded you.

“the employee seemed like one,” you replied, thinking back to the looks she’d give you two. “i didn’t even know you had your shooters on you… anyway, that means stitch is an accident.” you frowned.

miles' nose wrinkled. “man, what?”

“i’m just chattin’,” you snickered.

“per usual,” miles shook his head, slinging his arm around your shoulder and shaking his head.

you two kept walking aimlessly for a little while, but you stopped dead in your tracks when you spotted a photo booth. you briefly made eye contact with miles before briskly snatching up his arm, pulling him as you sped over to the booth.

“the booth’s not gonna disappear, damn!” miles from behind you, panting with his hands on his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

“it could,” you shrugged, gesturing to the curtain with your free hand. “get in.”

“stitch won’t fit in there,” miles pointed out.

you frowned and observed your surroundings. you knew stitch was bound to get stolen if you left him outside unattended. you continued to glance around, trying to come up with a simple, but logical solution. your eyes stopped on an old lady sitting on a nearby bench by herself, flipping through a novel. she had on a white sweater with a black dress underneath, her long hair braided down and resting on her shoulder. you told miles to wait by the booth and approached the woman with a light-hearted smile on your face.

“hi, excuse me," you spoke softly in an attempt to make a good impression.

the lady looked up at you, half-surprised. she adjusted the position glasses with her index finger, gently pushing them up the bridge of her nose. “oh, yes?”

“may you please watch this for me while i take pictures with my boyfriend in that booth over there? i promise we won’t be long.”

you looked back at miles and pointed in his direction. though he was clearly confused, he smiled nervously and waved anyway. you turned back around to face the woman and smiled again.

“of course i will, dear,” the lady replied, a smile gracing her lips. she waved back at miles.

“thank you so much,” you smiled graciously, setting stitch next to her on the bench. you were ready to go back to miles when the woman stopped you by calling out. you whipped around, biding patiently in the same spot until she spoke.

“cherish the memories that you’re making. all of them.”

you didn’t exactly know what she meant, but then your last trip to the fair came to mind. it was so long ago, but you had almost forgotten how much fun you’d had, even if you couldn’t do much. you never wanted to make the mistake of taking memories for granted whilst you’re making them, because then you'd miss them too much when they were in the past, at least that's how you saw it. the future is uncertain. life is cruel. that day at the fair as a toddler could’ve been the first and the only time you ever went. today could be the second and the last. you hadn’t really thought about any of that before. you hadn’t thought about how precious your memories really were.

“and make them with the right people.”

you knew what that meant.

your eyes lowered, confusion evident on your face anyway. “how do i know if they’re the right people?”

“you’ll know. intuition is real. if something feels wrong or right, you'll know. listen to what your body is telling you, my dear,” the lady replied, crossing one leg over the other and opening her book back up.

your eyes widened slightly as you were still a tad bit lost, but you nodded. "okay. i will."

you jogged back to the photo booth, excitement coursing through your veins. miles didn’t bother questioning your tactics this time.

you both sat down in the photo booth and miles drew the curtain shut. he sat back and you tapped the screen, selecting two printouts so you could both keep one. before you even got the chance to retrieve your wallet from your purse, miles was sliding a couple dollars inside the machine. you hadn’t even noticed them in his hand before.

“today is my treat. you’re not paying for anything,” he told you.

“boo. i can’t spoil my man every now and then?” you clicked your tongue. “i’ll get you those comics you wanted instead.”

miles shook his head and chuckled. when the timer on the screen began to count down from ten, you fixed your braids and made sure your clothes looked presentable.

“i have ideas,” you announced to miles. you'd be envisioning this moment in your mind for ages. “just let me lead.”

“you the boss,” miles conceded in compliance.

“cool,” you giggled. you slid your hand under miles' chin and pulled him closer until your lips were pressed onto his cheek. you stayed in the same position with your eyes closed until you heard the first flash. the next photo was simple, a shot of you and miles kissing. the third one was the both of you looking at each other and laughing. it wasn’t planned, but miles had made a joke so you didn’t have time to pose any differently.

in the following ten seconds, you made miles your canvas, scattering kissing all over his face. he was confused until he looked at the screen to see all that your lips were imprinted on his face with colored lipgloss. he kissed his teeth but then laughed. your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, and that was the last photo. it was your favorite.

you waited for the photo strips to print and then left the booth. you immediately snapped your neck towards the bench to see your stitch plushy still sitting with the older lady. you sighed in relief and jogged over to her.

“thank you again!” you beamed, grabbing the stuffed animal.

you had a feeling she knew you were also thanking her for the unsolicited advice. you'd never understand how some older people were so good at reading others.

“you’re welcome, dear,” she waved goodbye and you waved back.

you wouldn’t forget what she told you.

you then went back to miles, expressing how happy you were that stitch wasn’t stolen. you went on and on about what a terrible mother you would’ve been, had you lost your child after not even twenty minutes of having him.

a few minutes later, miles caught you staring at some nearby concession stands. you didn’t eat anything before leaving his flat, but the line was a bit lengthy. you were silently trying to decide whether the wait would be worth it.

“you hungry?”

you nodded, settling for waiting in a long queue over an empty stomach. “starving."

❤︎₊ ⊹

it was getting late now. the sun was nowhere in sight and neither was the end of the night. the cool fall breeze felt nice against your soft skin. you wished that you could live in this part of the day for eternity, playfully bickering with miles as if you wouldn’t cling to him a few minutes later during the drop on a rollercoaster.

up to that point, you had gone on at least thirteen rides and played nine competitive mini-games. miles ended up winning most of them, despite him saying he’d go “easy on you.” you’d always respond to loss by saying you won in your heart, and he’d laugh at you. you’d pretend to be upset until you couldn’t fake it anymore and laughed along with him.

now, you and miles were sitting on grass, the synthetic kind. you two had shared a peculiarly long corn dog. you claimed that was enough for you, but miles ordered nachos too, and you shamelessly snatced up a sizable amount of them. food just tasted better when it wasn't yours.

after hours of being offline, you finally had a phone break. you sent your mom a text to check in with her before navigating to your email app. you scrolled through your recent until you came across the digital copies of the pictures you and miles took in the photo booth earlier sitting in your inbox. “i got the digital version of the photos. they're so cute!" you exclaimed.

miles grinned. “send ‘em to me later on."

“will do,” you agreed, looking back up to see him stood up from the ground with stitch in hand.

“i’ma rent out a locker to keep this guy inside of and then head to the bathroom,” he told you.

“okay, i’ll be here,” you nodded.

whenever you were out with anyone, you always thought it was common courtesy not to reply to texts that weren’t urgent. you never wanted to make anyone in your life feel like your focus wasn’t on them while you were spending time together. that being said, you hadn’t thoroughly gone through your notification center since you were at the mall. since miles was gone for a little, you thought it was a good time to deliver a few textbacks, because you knew that after tonight, you wouldn’t have any energy to do so until the next day.

you didn’t have any notifications from the calculus group chat, no surprise there. you had an older one from your mom from before you checked in, but she was just sending a tiktok. the next one down was tiesha and then adana. a pit formed in your stomach and you nervously chewed on the inside of your cheek. despite the uneasy feeling you had, you opened tiesha’s text first.

tiesha💞: [name] (5:46pm) tiesha💞: miles is your boyfriend?? (5:46pm)

‘not this again’ you thought.

you didn’t know what you were expecting the text to say, but it wasn’t that. this wasn’t a topic you wanted to circle back on, given everyone’s initial reactions. and you thought she knew—you thought everyone knew. maybe you weren’t as close with tiesha as you thought you were. or any of those girls.

you: yes... i’ve said this before (7:34pm)

you: literally with him rn. why? what’s the problem? (7:35pm)

your brows were knitted together as you anticipated a reply, your fingers drawing circles in midair just centimeters above the keyboard. you were biting the left side of your lip and your teeth were close to piercing the skin. tiesha's response came quick despite your late reply.

tiesha 💞: miles morales? the one i told you i like?? (7:36pm)

you read the text and had to do a double-take. your stomach dropped all over again. you had an exceptional memory. tiesha had never mentioned miles to you, like, ever. she hadn't mentioned any crush of hers to you at all. you just assumed she wasn't interested in dating.

you: i don’t remember you saying anything about like any miles.. but yeah he’s my boyfriend. (7:36pm) you: he has been for months now. i told y’all this, so idk why you were acting all confused @ the mall. (7:37pm)

tiesha 💞: if we knew then why would we be acting confused? 😐 (7:37pm)

you narrowed your eyes at the screen. you could tell her tone was meant to be harsh.

you: i don’t know, tiesha. (7:38pm) you: maybe for the same reason y’all were acting confused when you found me by myself at the spot that we agreed to meet at tday?? 🤦‍♀️ (7:38pm)

tiesha 💞: we said you could come hang w us (7:39pm) tiesha 💞: you’re the one who left (7:39pm)

you released an exasperated sigh as you read her response. you thought back to what the lady who watched stitch for you told you earlier. you couldn’t stick around these girls for any longer. they weren’t the people you wanted to make memories with. perhaps they were nothing more than a much needed lesson. you partially learned how to socialize, but you also needed to learn how to stand up for yourself. you were growing up. nobody else was going to do it for you.

you: i left bc you guys were acting weird towards me (7:40pm) you: idk what the deal is, but if there’s a problem you need to be straight up about it. (7:40pm) you: we all agreed to meet at the food court, but i opened ig to see y’all posing in a mirror while i’m sitting alone. why’d you even invite me atp?? (7:40pm)

tiesha 💞: i thought adana was lying when she said you got with miles, behind my back but ig she was right. (7:40pm) tiesha 💞: you weird af for that. you know i like him (7:41pm)

you: fym bro.. ??? 😭 i literally did not (7:41pm) you: and either way, he’s BEEN my boyfriend (7:42pm)

tiesha 💞: yk you only got w him to tick me off 🖕 (7:42pm)

you: ok wtv. (7:44pm) you: you guys showed me what kind of people you really are, so best believe i’m not sticking around anyway. you can tell that to eb else.(7:45pm) you: and i don't know what you thought you were doing. miles has been MY boyfriend for almost over a year now. he’ll continue to be my boyfriend for years to come, thanks. (7:47pm)

you didn't hesitate to leave the group chat and block those girls everywhere. they didn’t get to have access to you anymore. it felt like weight was lifted off your shoulders and you silently celebrated in your head. you were still in public and didn’t want to draw attention to you because you were cheering about cutting people off. at least you were free from the burden, even if you had a few less friends now.

“ready to go to the ferris wheel?”

you glanced up from your phone to see miles towering over you, both of hands in the pockets of his green puffer. you smiled big. this was the last thing on your checklist, and the thing you’d been looking forward to since you set foot on fair grounds.

“duh,” you giggled, reaching your arm out so miles could pull you up. after he did, you brushed off your outfit and cleared your throat. “so, do we know which way it is?”

“nope,” miles answered. “we’ll just start walking and hope we come across a map, or something.”

you raised and eyebrow and smirked. “so like we’ve been doing this whole time?”

“like we’ve been doing this whole time,” he echoed.

“i guess it makes it more adventurous,” you decided as you two began to walk away from the grass. you clasped your hand with his. “plus, i can tell you what happened with tiesha while you were in the bathroom while we look for it.”

miles’ eyebrows elevated. “something happened?”

“yep,” you shake your head in annoyance. “tiesha had a crush on you or something. apparently, she didn’t know we were together, so she thinks i got with you just to spite her.”

“how wouldn’t she know?”

“that’s what gets me!” you pointed your index at miles’ chest and tilted your head back in irritation. “i told her and the other three, so i don’t know why they were acting clueless! plus, she swears up and down i knew she liked you. that girl never said a word.”

“from everything you’ve told me today… it sounds like they just don’t like you,” he frowned, speaking in a way that told you he was trying not to hurt your feelings.

“they don’t,” you sighed, tilting your head up slightly. “that’s why we’re not friends anymore. i told tiesha to tell everyone else we won't be talking anymore.”

"really? are you okay?"

you reluctantly nodded. "yeah, i think i'm okay." you were telling the truth. in the moment, you were okay. maybe it'd bother you later, but all that mattered was that it wasn't bothering you now.

miles’ expression softened in relief. “that’s good. i’m glad you’re learning not to take b.s.”

you covered your mouth and snickered when you heard "b.s." for whatever reason, you thought it was humourous coming out of miles' mouth.

“no, really,” miles insisted anyway. “i’m proud of you.”

you didn’t ask for confirmation because you believed him even if you found the delivery funny. “thank you, miles.”

he smiled and pulled you closer, planting a kiss on your forehead. you grinned and pressed your ear against his arm. you made sure to take in and appreciate each and every step you took forward with your lovely boyfriend. you were cherishing a memory that wasn’t one yet, but tonight felt far too special not to. you absorbed everything to the scenery and the moonlight to the warmth that clinging to miles' arm gave you.

as if it was looking for you two and not the other way around, you and miles found your way to the ferris wheel without even having to seek out direction. surprisingly, the queue wasn’t at all demanding. when you got closer to the front of the line, you thought of something. you needed something to remember your favorite memory by, anyway.

“we should take a picture in front of the wheel,” you suggested to your boyfriend. “we can ask someone to do it for us.”

“bet,” miles pulled his phone out of his back pocket of his jeans.

he turned around and kindly asked a random girl standing in line behind you two if she could take the photo for you. she thankfully agreed and miles swiped to the camera app and handed her his cell. you two backed up a bit and the girl told you where to stand so that the photo would look better. you took a few pictures standing in front of the wheel side by side, miles’ arm around your shoulders. you two were hugging in one of the shots and he was kissing your forehead in the other.

after those pictures, you took miles’ arm and made him face a different direction. now your shoulders were to the camera lens and the ferris wheel. you snaked your arms around his neck and he instinctively placed his arms around your waist. this was one of your favorite poses, miles knew what to do by now.

you glanced down at your feet and took a step closer to miles so the distance you two wouldn’t look awkward. you lifted your head back up to meet his gaze. the boy was looking at you and you could’ve sworn you saw hearts forming in his eyes. he wasn’t just looking at you, he was admiring you. there was a difference, and you could tell.

but it’s not like you weren’t doing the same.

you whispered loud enough for only miles to hear. “i love you."

“i love you more."

you shifted onto your toes and miles slightly leaned down to reach you. your lips connected effortlessly, your eyes fluttering closed in unison. the ferris wheel lights glimmered behind you two as miles deepened the kiss. you mindlessly lifted your hands to his cheek, your thumbs gently caressing his soft, warm skin.

“got it!” the girl taking the photo called out.

you and miles slowly withdrew your bodies apart and she approached you two, handing miles the phone. you both thanked the girl and got back in line. your gaze was fixed on the structure above you. all you could think about was how pretty the sky was bound look from all the way up there.

you excitedly entered the cabin when it was finally you and miles’ turn. the designated employee shut the door and your eyes immediately glued themselves to the window. you were just barely going up, and you already had a better view of the fair and all of the lights.

“you seeing this, miles?” you questioned without even daring to rip your eyes away from the window.

“i am,” he smiled. your reaction to the view made him happier than any angle of the world around him ever could.

as you ascended higher up, you focused more on what was above ground rather than on it. the luminous stars painted the night sky like white spatters of paint would paint a black canvas. they glittered brightly above you while the ferris wheel slowly spun.

you turned your head back to miles to smile at him, but he beat you to it. you felt like the luckiest girl alive. you were thankful to have at least one person who was true to you. that alone was more than enough. 

miles was more than enough.

the moonshine illuminated your beguiling features as you admired its fullness and its beauty. your head was rested on miles’ shoulder and his arm was sitting around your waist, the other one holding your hand in his lap. you knew you’d look back on this and recall that you never took this day or the feeling that came with it for granted, not once.

this felt so right—you didn’t know how to explain it. tonight was perfect and you would never change a thing. everything was how it should be. you were where you should be, you could feel it. this felt right in your soul.

maybe this was it. maybe this is what everyone was talking about.

maybe intuition is real.

❤︎₊ ⊹ bonus:

you and miles had concluded your fair date and were back at his place. you were going to stay for a while before returning to your own. your head was on his shoulder and your legs were curled up in the opposite direction. his hand was evolved in yours, as yours was in his. miles' mom was home and you definitely didn't want to give her the wrong idea by appearing exceedingly handsy.

“i had fun,” you gloated on the day you'd just had as miles browsed through netflix on the tv.

“are you sure? you seemed pretty over it when i beat you at basketball.”

you tongue clicked. "very funny, morales." you thought for a moment. “and thanks for taking me out, by the way. i know you were probably tired from having to fight all morning,” you exhaled.

“it’s no problem,” miles insisted, though you could tell he looked tired. “tomorrow’s sunday, i’ll get some sleep then.”

you both turned your heads when you heard the sound of a door being opened echoed through the hallway followed by rhythmic footsteps. even though you and miles both knew the footsteps belonged to rio, the hallway was dark, so neither you or him could see her until she stepped into the living room. her hair was down instead of being braided or put into a ponytail like it usually was. she was trying to slide a hoop into the earring hole in one of her ears. she was in one of her fancier outfits.

"jeez, you kids been on the couch all day?"

“we went to the fair,” miles replied, a smile tugging at one corner of his lips.

“oh really? explains the oversized oso on your bed. papa, didn’t you use to watch that one show… what was it called? spy oso?”

“special agent oso, mami,” miles corrected her, a hint of embarrassment fermenting in his voice. his teeth were clenched and his eyebrows were furrowed. “and that’s stitch, not a bear.”

you were stifling a laugh, one of your hands shielding the grin on your mouth while the other clutched your stomach. rio didn’t see, but miles did and he rolled his eyes at you.

“i left the snacks in your room, i’ll be right back," you told miles before you got up and disappeared down the hall.

“stitch? what’s a—” rio stopped herself and shook her head. “actually, never mind. how was the fair?”

miles answered her anyway. “it’s an alien, mom. from lilo and stitch. and the fair was good, we had a lot of fun. i can show you pictures later.”

“good,” rio smiled but then broke into a whisper. “miles, mejor la llevas a casa. don’t let that girl wander around all by herself at night.”

“alright, alright,” he put his hands up in defense. “you know i always take her home, calmáte.”

“alright, then. just making sure," rio retorted. "anyway, i’m in a hurry, i’m going to meet your dad, his coworker, and his coworker's wife somewhere. comportarse,” rio cautioned in a stern tone of voice, walking over to the couch and planting a kiss on her son’s cheek.

“i will,” miles promised as his mom hastily walked to the front door.

“tell [name] i’ll see her soon,” rio called out to miles before shutting the door.

a few moments later, you emerged from the shadows that lurked in the hall and took your seat next to miles on the couch. you scooted closer to him and pulled the blanket over both of your legs, handing him his bag of chips then opening your own. he hadn’t chosen something for you guys to watch yet.

“where’d your mom go?” you inquired, looking around.

“somewhere with dad,” miles answered, shrugging his shoulders at the same time. “she told me to say she’ll see you soon though.”

“aww,” you grinned. you really did love rio. you had to stop yourself from chuckling when you recalled her bringing up one of the shows miles used to watch as a kid. as hilarious as you found the whole thing, you held in your laugh anyway. you refocused your attention to the tv on the other side of the coffee table. it didn't take you long to realize that your beloved boyfriend still had yet to choose a movie to watch or a show to binge.

“what should we watch tonight?... homecoming?”

“jesus, no,” miles frantically shook his head, waving his arms around in a panic.

you were referring to beyoncé's 2018 coachella headlining performance movie. you’d made the boy watch the film with you more times than he could count on you two's twenty fingers combined. miles knew the name's every song being performed, the lyrics, and what order they were performed in. he had almost memorized all of the dance breaks, but not willingly. he swore that the word “homecoming” alone triggered some kind of ptsd. miles knew you too well. he was well aware that the renaissance movie would be a homecoming repeat, but maybe ten times worse. he'd been mentally preparing for that as well.

“booooo, you’re boring,” you frowned.

“thanksgiving is coming up, how about that one charlie brown movie?”

“only if we can binge christmas movies after.”

“deal.”

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[wonuwrites]

Love Me Anyway Song Reaction (Performance Unit)

this is from this anon request xo I love this song so much and so happy anon showed me a cute new song :D

vocal unit || performance unit || hip hop unit

Warnings: some body confidence issues again in Jun's, smidge angst in Minghao's, cussing, mostly fluffy though.

Just like other song preferences, members drabbles will be in order of the song lyrics. Also some lyrics will be similar to vocal units and tbh I'm not sorry. I feel like I made them different enough <3

ok enjoy :D

ღ Jun: "And I love you because you're understanding when I'm too shy to show my skin."

You sighed as you looked at all the clothes on your floor. You were packing for your annual girls trip but all the clothes you bought when you were with the girls just made you feel so self conscious and made you want to take some scissors to some parts. As you were starting to spiral, Jun walked into your shared room and raised an eyebrow at the mess. "Nothing looks good on me, baby." You would sigh before falling onto your shared bed. This would make him scoff before picking up some of the clothes. He knew fighting over how true that statement was useless when it came to you feeling this way so he decided just to be there for you physically. He would just kiss your forehead and lay next to you. "Do-do you want one of my shirts when you go?" You would almost cry because he knew that you found comfort in his clothes and you were just so thankful for him.

ღ Hoshi: "Sometimes I forget, wasn't always this way. It's hard to admit I was the one to blame."

You sat on the couch in the practice room and watched Soonyoung and the rest of Seventeen practice for their upcoming tour. Even if there were thirteen extremely talented and handsome guys in front of you, Soonyoung caught your eye the most. You smiled as you watched him do what he loved doing and couldn't help but think about how lucky you were to be his. You both were so happy and made time for each other even if schedules were packed. You both made each other a priority. Sometimes it feels like it's always been this way but you knew it wasn't. In fact, you used to be super against the idea. You thought Soonyoung was a great guy but dating an idol? That would be awful. You ignored his advances for months until he basically got onto his knees and said "(Y/N), please. Just one chance. Let me change your mind. I promise I will do everything in my power to make it magical." Which he did. Hell even when it came out that you were dating, Carats were super supportive and even joked with Soonyoung that they liked you more. He would act offended but he couldn't blame them. You were an absolute catch and every day he thanked the universe for allowing you to give him a chance.

ღ Dino: "I love you because when I say "I don't wanna talk" you always call me.

You can't help it, you are a little over dramatic. Ok, maybe A LOT dramatic. What can you say though? It's in your DNA. It's something you try to work on but sometimes, it just happens. Just like tonight, you can't even explain what Chan did but it just set you off where you thought you might want space. You walked out of the bar that you were with Chan and the rest of Seventeen and waited for your uber to come and get you. You hadn't told anyone you were leaving including Chan so it wasn't a shock when he started to spam your phone with calls and texts. [10:13 Channie: "where did you go?"] You sighed and noticed your uber pulled up to you. You said hello to the driver before getting in and responding. [10:14 Y/N: "just got into an uber, I'm going home for the night. I don't wanna talk tho. goodnight."] You then put your phone on do not disturb before looking out the window. However, even with DND activated, you still felt your phone vibrating with texts and calls from Chan. You were about a block away from your apartment when you finally answered your boyfriend. "Chan-" "(Y/N), I just need to know you're safe, if we are okay, if I need to kick someones ass, if you still love me," you heard him ramble on and on which made you smile a bit. You honestly couldn't remember why you were upset with him and you assured him that you still loved him and that you were almost home.

ღ Minghao: "After all this time, you were right. Can we take more Polaroids for you to hide."

Fighting with Minghao was never fun because you both got super emotionally invested in your fights. It was emotionally exhausting to try to not be sad because of what happened and figure out how to solve the problem. This time around, you realized quickly that there was no need for a "solution" just a simple apology which was all he asked for. You decided after work you would just apologize. When you got home you were a little surprised to find polaroids "hidden" around your shared home. With sticky notes explaining each picture or reasons why he loved you. After finding about five Polaroids you couldn't help but feel tears fall down your cheeks. You realized Minghao was feeling a similar way to the fight and this was his way of saying "I don't want to fight anymore because look what we have, it's good." You found a few more before you realized he was right behind you with a soft smile. He had been following you around since you got there but you were so caught up in memory lane you didn't realize. "hey," he whispered while grabbing your hands. "I'm sorry," you whispered while pulling him into a hug. "I'm sorry too," he whispered back before kissing the top of your head. "can we take more Polaroids soon?" This caused him to giggle before agreeing.

this was so soft. ty again anon <3

[celestailio]

the written fate ( raiden ei x fem!reader )

outline: years have passed, and kunikuzushi’s heinous crimes have spread fear throughout inazuma. as fate would have it, you cross paths with him once more, the weight of your shared history heavy between the both of you.

contains: mentions of raiden ei x fem!reader, angst, no comfort, ei and reader don't meet, mother and son quarrel time. somewhat follows canon.

wc: 1.1k

a/n: the last part of the longing can be read on its own, tho. it's kinda short, but i think it's enough. i wrote this on halloween and forgot about editing it xo anyway, hope you all enjoy this. i feel so happy seeing the interactions on the previous two fics. again from the bottom of my anxious heart, thank you for taking the time to read my shitty writings <333

you had never seen him like this.

you distinctly remember him as a kind, gentle boy—the one who would flash sweet smiles at you the moment your eyes met and come tumbling and collapsing into your arms. the one would never ever think of causing harm to anyone.

someone who you had been ordered to kill.

that same boy stood in front of you. the twilight illuminates his figure, allowing your brain to register his familiar blue hair protruding from underneath the massive black jingasa. you make out a small crowd not so far behind him. by the looks of it, he was accompanied by the troops of the fatui.

everything has changed about him. he looked so, so unlike him. completely unrecognizable.

“i go by scaramouche now.”

he said with an abrasive tone. something strange glinting in his blue orbs. he began trudging towards you. his black zori leaving imprints on kannazuka’s tarnished sandy beaches. the solar pearls attached to his hat rang with his every step, its chimes filling the dead air between the two of you. he crossed the distance slowly with steady strides, his assertive composure beginning to disturb you.

you had never seen him like this.

you have to regain your composure—say, do something before the anxiety threatens to take over you.

''tell me why? i am just hearing about you joining the fatui?''

your voice croaks a little, but it doesn't matter. as long as it sounds unwavering, that was enough. you're still like his mother, and well, he is still like your son, right?

it's not a problem if he didn't come to you after he woke up in the pavilion years ago. you think maybe he had forgotten about your promise to him. but it's alright. you are here now, and you will take care of this. everything will be okay, just like in the past.

“not to mention, you have been going around, eating everyone's life. does this look like a game to you?”

scaramouche stays motionless. he keeps on digging holes on your crinkled visage. if his gaze could burn you, you would have been on the ground, your body smoldering in a pile of ashes in a mere seconds.

something has changed.

“you never thought of coming to me after you woke up? why?”

“why would've i?”

“huh?''

“to someone who had been deceitful to me. to someone who didn't feel any remorse for me.”

what was he talking about?

''do you know how i felt when i woke up by myself in that ridiculous place? how would i have made the trip to the main island? i had no money, no one, nothing. all because of you and her!''

''how dare you leave me?” his voice now merely a whisper.

''please listen to me. i had no choice. i could not change her mind.''

''i could not leave with you. i have a duty, my destiny, to serve this country and its people, an oath i made many centuries ago, and i have to remain loyal to it.''

''please, i could not.''

you were babbling at this point. so desperate, so eager. oh, god. it felt like you were going to throw up any minute. you know this was going to happen, and there was nothing you could have done to prevent this. curses. you attempt to take a step, longing to be close to him, hoping to comfort him, but he pushes away. from you. his little hand comes up to stop you, head turned away as he couldn't bear to look at you.

''i've had enough. be gone. i don't want to see you any much longer. you disgust me.''

''but-'' you make an effort to reach for his sleeves, but he is quick to grab your arm. the sensation of contact, arousing goosebumps all over your body.

''enough!''

with a sudden jolt, electro energy dispels you away from him as you land near a pile of debris with a loud thud. sand feels rough, grazing against your skin, as you give it your all to lift yourself up. you felt your breath hitching, eyes wide, overflowing with unshed wetness. you gradually turn towards him. a similar look graced his face.

you felt your heart tighten at the sounds of little whimpers leaving him. his hand lingering in the air as if contemplating what he has done. but this had answered enough. you had no choice now but to brush the dirt from your clothes. as you unsheathe your katana and point it towards him. the blade sharp and glows under the moonlight. your stance confident, as words of venom slip out into the crisp winter air.

''you are now an enemy of the nation i serve.''

''this is the one and only time you will step foot in this country, else i will not think twice before slicing your head off.''

scaramouche says nothing to that and wanders off with his fatui subordinates, disappearing behind the woods of tall otogi.

when you return to tenshukaku, you are critiqued on your failure to get rid of the sixth harbinger. the shogunate questions your loyalty to the nation, to the shogun. but you can do nothing like always. all you manage is to come up with a lousy excuse. something about you being outnumbered by the fatui and having to flee before you lost your life. but they don't give a damn, do they?

''he was right there, miko.''

''was he now?''

''he wouldn't listen to what i had to say. i could not get through to him at all.''

''he surely got his mama's temper, huh.''

you remain silent. only the rusting of the sakura leaves swaying in the breeze could be heard. miko's stare begins to soften. shaking her head. her sake swirls in her cup as she takes a seat beside you. head resting on your shoulder.

''that stubborn woman should have just killed him.''

never did you think you would be in agreement with this. a few years ago, you would have slapped a cheeky hand on her shoulders, but the 'you' now would beg to differ. things weren't as they once were. you had never felt so lost and lonely. so empty inside. you lost your little boy, your ruler, your god and the only one you loved. it is unfortunate that you still do and will continue to do so.

and that was what you were cursed for your entire existence. only a star from another universe was capable of rewriting the course of destruction this destitute nation has embarked on.

[ariveth]

get to know the author!

under cut to save dash space xo

name : lexa

pronouns :  she/her

preference of communication : discord! which is funny bc i used to be so bad with replying on there, but now im only here when im doing replies so disco is my home now

most active muse :  my most active muse is a dude named Stellan that i play in a scifi rp, on tumblr its Ariveth tho thats not saying much

experience / how many years :  been roleplaying on and off since 2011, took a 5-year break before returning to rp in late 2022.

best experience : i used to run a closed dragon age rp which was so much fun, and i met my fave rp partner ever (vee!!!) there, who i then went on to create several ships with and write so many threads and storylines almost exclusively with. we're still friends to this day even tho she doesnt rp anymore i miss you bitch >:c

rp pet peeves : nothing frustrates me more than being left on read in dms, its just the disregard/carelessness that puts me off. a close second is when effort is one-sided: so often i feel like nothing happens if i'm not the one initiating plotting convos, coming up with ideas or writing starters, which is kinda depressing

fluff, angst, or smut : ALL!! make it an arc that develops characters with a mix of all three and im sold

plots or memes : PLOTS. i like memes as an occasional thing, but the way the rpc has shifted away from planned threads to near-exclusively rping through memes and never plotting or even just continuing a thread beyond like 2-3 replies is def not a change i've enjoyed :/

long or short replies : both, shorter are much easier and preferable when its a casual scenario, but i definitely prefer longer replies for threads that deal with complex relationships or events bc i need the space to explore internal conflicts or dump a ton of dialogue lol

time to write : if i'm super inspired by a thread/ship, it doesn't take me long to reply at all, i'll reply as soon as same day or next day. longer replies will sometimes take more time to come up with the right words/approach/mood, on rare occasion i'll scrap a reply entirely and start over. but even if it somehow takes months i'll always reply, i dont think i've ever dropped a thread unless i drop the whole character?

are you like your muses : NOT AT ALL LMAO i dont think i've ever written a muse thats anything like me. never really realised that or thought about what it means but i feel like it'd get boring tbh

tagging : anyone who wants to do it lets goooo

[angelizs]

I have so many thoughts I haven’t had the chance to jot down to share with you so take this list with a few of them X3

•Personally I much prefer giving Yuu headcanons to make them their own person instead of projecting: I honestly just find it fun I feel as though self inserts are better for when you want to feel as if you are in the story due to Yuu already having certain traits attributed to them in canon (how they get described as very blunt for example is a canon trait that gets said multiple times!!!) •I’m actually a huge fan of the hc that Floyd hates when people point out how him and Jade are polar opposites or when people refer to Jade as the “better” twin. It adds more layers onto their personalities and from experience it doesn’t feel great when people compare you to your siblings using something with a negative connotation •I 100% hc that Idia has a vitamin D deficiency (maybe I’m projecting onto him but it totally fits him) he never goes outside nor does he have a proper diet and those are basically a match made in heaven for a vitamin D deficiency •It’s time for me to make a confession… I don’t like Leona XD he just never appealed to me if I’m being totally honest I almost always skip Book 2 when I’m rewatching the Books because I just couldn’t get into his backstory and generally still can’t (He’s such a fan favorite I’m sorry to admit it I just can’t personally find interest in his story) •We need more canon Cater x Trey angst just imagine “Cater… you know you can talk to me if you’re ever upset right?” Trey expressed in a worried tone as Cater turned with a surprised expression covering his face he furrowed his eyebrows “Why? Aww~ are you worried about me~♥️” Cater teased in a cheerful tone. Though, it was hard to miss the quiver of his lips and his shaking hands. He flashed Trey a smile then went back to humming what must have been a trending audio on Magicam that Trey hadn’t heard while scrolling down his feed. As he analyzed Cater’s features he couldn’t help but notice how deep his eye bags were without makeup to cover them: the glossy look in his eyes implied that he was on the verge of tears even so he still forced his cheeks to form a grin that seemed almost painful. Of course he didn’t want to force Cater to open up, but everytime he tried to help him all he was met with were the same cheery voice, shaky hands, and plastered smile. (super sorry if that sucked I don’t generally write for Trey and I haven’t written anything in a while because of college XO)

Hope you enjoyed reading my thoughts as much as I enjoyed writing them !!- 🦭

HII 🦭 ANON, I GOT SO HAPPY SEEING THIS ASK!!! I LOVED READING YOUR THOUGHTS, THANKS FOR SHARING WITH ME!! I'll comment about each of them under the cut!!

• experimenting with Yuu's personality is so much fun! taking their canon traits to create a full fledged character can be quite entertaining, trying to create them based on their answers on the story! tho I also like creating a yuusona based more as a self insert at times, too! (if you have any Yuu hcs you'd like to share anon, I'm all ears!)

• SOOO TRUE, Floyd and Jade break a common trope with twins within fiction in which they are basically the same person and I love that for them. all the little differences that set them apart and make them their own person are so charming! also, I'm pretty sure there's one vignette in which Floyd mentions how he doesn't like being compared to Jade, especially in a negative connotation. (I can't really remember which one it is now tho... I'm pretty sure it exists ok!!)

• ANON YOU'RE SO RIGHT THAT'S CANON !!! as an Idia kinnie who also has vitamin D deficiency I can confirm it's true.

• LMAO that's fair anon, you can like whoever you'd like! he was one of my favorites at the start lol it might be because I LOVEEE the Lion King, but I can see how his attitude can get on your nerves. there are also some things I'd change about his development (and about chapter 2, too). there's a lot to analyse about him as he's very complex and that still appeals to me, but not as much as it used to as I got to meet other characters who ended up climbing the ladder of my heart and surpassing him.

• OMG A WHOLE SCENARIO FOR FREE?? THANK YOU SO MUCH ANON!! and I agree, more Cater x Trey content would be very nice!

Trey trying to reach out to him tentatively while also giving him space while Cater continues to hold his nonchalant façade and pretend everything is alright, keeping his walls up to not let him close enough to see him vulnerable, even as he's hurting..... THEMMM 😭😭😭

it didn't suck at all anon, in fact I really liked it!! I'd love to read more of your writing <3

[pariahisms]

                                                    🗡️

mun intro & main app;

hi i’m grace !!! i’m also writing daphne @coosset. i’m 24 in the est timezone tho i’m on at the craziest and least inconsistent times. she&her. full time med student and waitress by night !!!! a tru libra i lov ppl and creating !! so lets make fun plots and have lots of angst/fluff. pls. xo

zendaya coleman . cis woman . she&her . wasn’t that iris illes walking the palace grounds ? it’s nice to see the princes’ guard out and about on such a fine day as this. i’ve heard from the court spies that they notoriously reclusive, whilst also managing to be quite clever. the twenty two year old is eager to find out who exactly is behind the killings from what’s being said at court. i heard that they themselves are vrajiit ( invisibility + cloaking shield construction ). it’s funny, whenever i think of them, i think of a thick fog approaching within twilight, inky tresses spilling past shoulders as helmet is raised, a lone wolf howling at a dissipating moon. great to see the pariah around, isn’t it ?

FEATURING THE PARIAH ....... an outcast, reject. 

tl;dr - a guarded soul with vast walls to scale in order to get in, a skilled vrajiit, a witty woman, brooding and sulking come hand in hand with her, doesn’t connect well with others, genuinely trying her best, enjoying her own solace, emotional detached often due to own traumas, driven, she’s excelling in her line of duty, she’s already tired, longs for something..... not sure what that is yet. doesn’t really trust often or at all. a scarred soul. the scent of orange and coffee.

stats;

build: ectomorphic  ( athletic, thin, tall, muscular )

height: 5′10

zodiac: scorpio 

health: ptsd, disassociation, neurodivergent spectrum 

eye color & hair: dark brown & inky black

distinguishing features: sculpted jaw, height, defined brows

orientation: pansexual / panromantic / monogamous s/o: genya frey / exclusive 

sleeping habits: insomniac, light sleeper, jumpy, easily woken, bad dreams, occasional sleep walking

exercise habits: works out avidly, enjoys physical work 

strengths: gifts allow for a good defense, detachment makes for making hard decisions easily, naturally protective. 

skillset: full invisibility. cloaking shield construction means she can create a mirror effect shield/disguise ( i.e making someone beside her seem like they too aren’t there. ) it also means with this shield there’s a physical protective barrier, literal shield. think violet parr from the incredibles when she creates shields. she can withstand blasts/blows with these. 

weaknesses: can’t make others invisible/will things invisible. her shields can only be so big. she’s working at expanding them but for now her limit is about the width and height of four large adults. also if she’s physically injured this shield won’t be as strong. any find of smoke/fog/etc is going to reveal her silhouette or her shield. it’s harder for her to make a closed shield (like a bubble to protect from attacks on all sides/poison/etc) and requires deep focus. 

home: malsovia, heavily wooded area. mother fell ill and passed, was human. as was her father who was too ate up with his own demons to properly care for her. when discovered she was vrajiit was immediately outcast by him.  

personality;

the moon in a sky full of stars, caving in on herself, disciplined, a warrior, extremist in all aspects, a lone wolf able to stand steady on her own, logic ruled, strategy in her blood, fighting often for the underdog, kneeling in obedience, the desire to service, admirable bravery, the understanding of sacrifice, staying quiet with thought, analytic, a deep ocean ..... seemingly bottomless, the steady thrumming of thunder without the rain, a small girl fighting tears as fathers hand strikes her roaring of ungratefulness though she’s done no wrong, fingers thrumming anxiously, a woman with purpose, pacing at nightfall to avoid nightmares, the heat of embers fueling a larger fire, the sting of a scorpion ready and armed. 

has she served?

yes. immediately served at sixteen. would do so again. she’s a great fighter and is able to disassociate easily from her humanity. for now she’s proving to be a great guard. she’s a great asset to any physical attack. she is humble but enjoys being useful. 

wanted connections;

an ex- i don’t imagine iris has dated much of any due to her general lack of connection !!! this would be really fun to plot out. she would be SO protective!!! even if they scorned her. 

best friends/friends/acquaintances- not many here !!!! again she’s not a social butterfly. if anything comes off as standoffish and grumpy. but they would get her!!! she would like to laugh and let loose with them/trusts them. varian, genya, etc.

prince- her charge!!!! the person she’s protecting. i’d love for them to be good friends !!! romantic !!! bro/sis vibe !! (since she didn’t have that growing up) open to anything but if not picked up i’ll probs request this on the main. TAKEN by prince servaos. 

influence- someone who helps bring her out of her shell !!! can have good intentions or bad.

physical- working out is her like peaceful headspace and when iris is happiest. basically a workout/running/training buddy!! can be human or vrajiit. if the latter maybe they practice their gifts on each other !!! 

guide- would love a muse that’s older be there for her!! she’s young but has a old soul. but didn’t ever really get a chance to be nurtured or cared for. would love a dynamic for this! 

tba as i think of more LOL / will update this parodically

[drabbles-mc]

omggggg that Horacio fight angst + makeup tho -- that was so good. It felt so believable!! You should consider another part to it honestly it'd be so interesting to see. Like if Horacio keeps shutting her out/not being present at home, what actions she would take etc. Love your work as always, thank you!

I know this is a very delayed sequel, but in my defense I knew it was going to make me sad and it did 😂

I still loved every second of writing it, though. Some angst for the colonel. I hope you enjoy! xo

https://drabbles-mc.tumblr.com/post/678803599287074816/busy-part-2

[hobidreams]

I just read all of the early shift and ugh it’s so good and bless soft yoongi because mlt is so angst haha. I love their chemistry and growth and if you ever write them again I will be the first in line. Actually any yoongi you write I am so here for, thanks for sharing your writing! xo h

wahhhhhh yes i love my soft Yoongi, tho he definitely also started out as an asshole haha! idk if i'll return to TES with drabbles, though i definitely enjoy my lil indulgences during AMM games 💜 thank you so much for loving my characterization babe! i am that Hobi stan who can't stop writing Yoongi for sure 😜

[galvanizedfriend]

Hi, just me coming to shout from the rooftops how much I love TW2!!!! Sending the trio back to MF has been so refreshing (even with Liz’s death) bc I don’t have to spend the entire time irrationally angry thinking about how Stefan couldn’t love Caroline bc it wasn’t “epic”?!?!! Will never not hate steroline solely bc of S6 Stefan. Re-working these scenes with Klaus makes it so wonderful and I love that the angst is still there, just different circumstances that actually make sense with the characters. I also loved that you changed it up so that Caroline does not give her mom vamp blood, that part also made me so angry in TVD (lots of strong feelings about S6 🤣). I am so looking forward to the rest of TW2 and can’t wait to see how you finish out the story! Xo

Anon!! 💖💖 Thank you so much! That’s such a nice feedback! 😍

I feel you so much about Steroline. I hate pretty much everything about it, but the way it all starts is just UGH! And yeah, Stefan uttering the words “Not all love has to be epic” when he decides he does, indeed, want to give Caroline a shot after she spent the entire season crawling at his feet makes me so 🤬🤬🤬 Caroline deserved so much better than a *shrug*.

I’m so glad you’re enjoying the changes! :) Rewriting S6 turned out to be the part I liked the most. Next chapter is 100% original tho, no episode rewriting, so! ANXIOUS! Hope you like it! :)

Thanks so much for your really sweet and kind message! Wow, made my Sunday night to see this! 🤩🤩

[sarcastic-space-gal]

Hide and Seek

Word Count: 1572

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Swearing, Argument, Angst, some Fluff at the end

Request: Can I request a fic? With prompts 1 and 14 fron the first list?am. Am not for sure whom tho lol either steve of bucky? With sone fluff or angst please?!  by @me-mah-hah

Summary: You and Steve kissed but now he is avoiding you. You are determined to know what’s going on.

Prompts: 1. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

14. “Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.”

A/N: This is my first request! I’m so excited for all the requests I received, thank you so much! I hope you enjoy this fic, and feedback are always appreciated! xo xo

The sound of your pen lightly but nervously tapping on the table resonated in the room. Whenever you were in a bad mood and in need to just channel your raging nerves you would just torture your pen, everyone among the avengers knew that already from a long time. So when Natasha passed by the room and felt the tapping growing louder and louder until you completely smashed the pen across the table, she lifted her eyebrow with a surprised look printed on her face.

“Y/n? Can i come in?” she asked calmly “if you don’t want to just say it, there’s no need to smash something at me” she laughed briefly.

You groaned in frustration but answered as composedly as you could manage.

“Sure Nat. Have a sit” she smiled and took a sit next to you near the kitchen table.

“So what did that pen do to you to deserve that?”

“Nothing, I just felt the desperate need to smash something, since I can’t do it with humans yet. Oh if I just could” your face turned red with rage, you eyes like flames as you lifted a clenched fist in front of your face. Nat never saw you like that. Being an avenger could be really stressful but that was beyond the concept and the idea of stressful. Something had happened and she perfectly knew what exactly.

“It’s Steve, isn’t it?” she smirked while looking at you. At the sound of his name you snapped your head in her direction.

“You’re damn right” you said slowly.

“Y/n I told you, you need to talk, about everything and ab-” she was cut off by your furious voice.

“Oh I’d like to talk, but it’s difficult when someone just avoids you” Nat gave you a confused look.

“Calm down and tell me what’s going on” she put a comforting hand on your shoulder.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes. “Sorry if I snapped to you, I’m so mad at him... we...”

“Yes?” she urged.

“We kissed”

“YOU DID WHAT?” she exclaimed in utter shock.

“Two days ago. And he doesn’t speak to me since then! I didn’t see him either. I sincerely don’t know what to do Nat...I’d like to tell him what do I really feel, but every time he is talking to me is like ‘Oh you’re my best friend’ or ‘thank you so much y/n, you’re such a special friend to me’ and my heart just drops… I- I don’t know maybe I just misunderstood his intentions towards me”

You could still feel his touch on your skin, goosebumps made their way up your arms just thinking about it. You were sitting on the rooftop of the Avenger Tower, a cool breeze caressing your faces. You were laughing and chatting when suddenly your eyes met in a way they never done before. His eyes locked on yours, his lips parted, you could almost see his heart hammering through his tight shirt.

His glare then dropped to your lips, burning with the need of that kiss he desired so hungrily.

Without any more hesitation, he quickly cupped your face with his right hand and kissed you. It was just as you imagined it: tender but firm.

When you released the kiss he realized what he had done as his eyes widened. Frenetically he stood up.

“Steve-” you started but couldn’t finish the sentence.

“I-I’m sorry I… I have to go” Steve left you on the rooftop without leaving you the chance to answer or say anything.

You were so confused. And now he was a ghost.

You drifted back to reality when Nat spoke up.

“You know that it’s not true y/n! I can see how he acts differently when you are around, how he tenses up or how he would smile brightly whenever you talk to him, come on, and I mean he doesn’t call ‘sweetheart’ every girl he meets.”

“I know Nat, I know he feels something I just can’t figure out what’s in his mind.”

“Girl neither can I, and I know him for a while now.” you two laughed briefly before pausing for few seconds.

“I just don’t understand. If he feels something why he didn’t try to talk about it?”

“I don’t know y/n… you need to face him and have a talk to clarify everything between you two, before you destroy all our pen’s supplies” she stood up and walked to the fridge opening it.

“I guess you are right”

“Oh I know, and you know what? We will have our cake-day now”

“Sorry Nat I have some paperwork to do”

“Oh no no no, come on, leave all these, and help me cook”  she said while taking away your papers and placing them on a chair, making room for all the ingredients.

“You’re amazing Nat, thank you” you said smiling at her tenderly.

“I know that too” she winked.

You two started cooking, enjoying each other’s company, laughing and eating your cake not after making a wild mess in the kitchen.

You really thanked Nat for lifting up you mood, but deep down you couldn’t help but thinking about Steve. Why was he behaving like that?

Steve felt his legs burn as he finally stopped after his daily run. Breathing heavily he leaned his back on a tree, his energies already regained.

Stupid. Just stupid. You ruined everything.

He kept repeating it, every second, every minute, after that night with you.

You two were friends for a very long time now, gosh you were the first person he saw after being awaken from the ice! You were there for him every time he needed anything. You were his best friend. But that feel changed rapidly as it soon become love. He was so mad in love with you that every time you were near him he had to hold back himself in order to not kiss you in the middle of the lunch or a meeting. But he couldn’t lose his best friend, he already lost one once, he would never lose you too.

That night he felt he lost you, that bond was broken, you would probably close relations with him and that broke his heart in million pieces. He couldn’t even look at you in the eyes.

The cool October afternoon was soon becoming night as he decided to head back to the Avenger Tower completely clueless of what he would do next.

The lift made his way up as he nervously tapped his fingers on his hands. When the doors finally opened, Steve tried to exit but couldn’t.

“Why the hell are you avoiding me?” you stood right in front of the lift with you arms crossed over your chest. Deadly serious.

“I needed some time to think...” he urged, looking away from you.

“Think about what?” you watched him exiting the lift as he was heading fast to his room.

He stopped right in his tracks and took a deep breath.

“Us” he mumbled.

“We can’t ignore what happened that night!”

He didn’t respond as frustration rose in your mind.

“Steve!”

“I ruined everything y/n!” he snapped.

Well, you didn’t expect that. Confusion washed over your features.

“You are my friend and I ruined everything”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” you shouted. As soon as you realized what you actually said your eyes widened.

Steve looked as surprised as you did, and glared deeply in your eyes as he approached slowly to your figure.

You said it. You actually said it. You don’t know how, but the adrenaline rush kept kicking as you picked up even more courage and spoke up again.

“Yes Steve. You just played with my emotions! You kissed me and now you play hide and seek?”

“I thought I lost you” he mumbled, but you were so caught up in what you were saying that you didn’t hear him.

“Refusing to even talk or look at me? You think that’s funny? What is wrong with you?

“Y/n listen to me!” he argued. “You know what, maybe this is the time I finally tell you” your rage and frustration almost made your eyes water.

“I THOUGHT I LOST YOU!”

“I LOVE YOU STEVE DAMN IT!”

Your anger immediately faded away, as you looked at him.

“W-what?” you both said at the same time.

Steve was the first to spoke up.

“I thought that you would never have something to do with me anymore, I thought I crossed the line and that I had gone too far, I was afraid of losing you, losing you friendship, losing your love”

“Steve I-”

“I love you Y/n” Steve said, looking at you. Unwillingly, you left out a small gasp.

“You don’t know how many times I wanted to cross that line before. But I was too afraid”

“Steve.” you walked towards him.

“You will never lose me, my love or my friendship. Never.”

He listened to you without breaking eye contact when he suddenly touched your hands. He slowly traced his fingers up your arms. You heart hammered in your chest. He cupped your face and kissed you. It was breathtaking, sweet, tender, firm.

When you two parted, he looked down at you and hugged you firmly, placing his chin on top of your head. You encircled your arms around him. You still couldn’t believe it.  

“Are you ok?” Steve asked

“Yeah just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” you said still in awe of what just happened.

“In a very vigorous ways, if I may say” you two laughed as you playfully smacked him on the shoulder.

“You deserve it!”

“Touché” he responded.

[hide-in-imagination]

Hi ! I hope you're having a great day. I was wondering if u could give some simbar fanfic recomendations. Thanks a lot

Aww, you’re so sweet anon 💖 I hope you had a great day too and I’m sorry for the late reply!! 

Tbh I’ve only read the fanfics I’ve found here and there’s not a lot so I’m sorry if this list is too short. I mean, I’ve checked like 3 others on wattpad but… those are not good hahahah. 

Anyway, I’d recommend these if you haven’t read them already: 

“Shape of you” by Deliverydefresas. Or literally everything you find in her simbar fic tag: https://deliverydefresas.tumblr.com/tagged/my+simbar+ff 

“Maldives” by Huffletiika. You really don’t need to read the main story to enjoy this one: http://huffletiika.tumblr.com/post/174825444583 

“Who scared you?” by Iprefferedherasacartoon. She honestly should appreciate herself more, I loved what she wrote: https://ipreferredherasacartoon.tumblr.com/post/174772218383/who-scared-you 

“I just really want to kiss you right now” by Miris-xo. It’s so cute. https://miris-xo.tumblr.com/post/164069247010/i-just-really-want-to-kiss-you-right-now-simbar 

“Why” and “We’ll be a dream” by @from-red-string.  The second one tho is pure angst so I don’t recommend it on a rainy day lol. 

There’s probably more but I don’t remember them right now. Anyway, those are a must read❤️

[lilchangbinnie]

Fic Recs ❀

okay so, dis gonna be my faves I’ve read recently with a variation of series, oneshots, smuts, fluffs, etc… None are mine, the url of the author will be by the title of the writing. Also, I'm a multifandom hoe so, I’ll try to have a mix of my favorite groups in the list, but for now its mostly exo and bts. Enjoy ya nasties xoxo.

about a girl (8 part series) - @rudeboywonho

dad!namjoon, CEO!namjoon, reader becomes his daughter’s nanny, a little angsty but also fluffly so is worth a read and his daughter is such a gem

vibrations (M) - @seokvie

sub!jimin, ass play, vibrating butt plugs, hot as shit… I’m sweating

owned (12 part series) - @ibangtanthings

reader marries cold rich namjoon to save her family but in the time being, they both get to warm up to each other slowly, angsty at first but has a really heartwarming ending

zipper (M) - @jiminniemouse

bestfriend!jungkook, this boy convinces the reader to watch porn with him and you already know how this ended, obviously smut

buzz (3 part series) (M) - @floralseokjin

it all starts with yoongi bursting into the reader’s room when they were about to masturbate with their new vibrator, smutty as heck

aquiver (3/9 part series) (M) - @floralseokjin

after many attempts to orgasm by himself and failing, yoongi follows namjoon’s advice and goes to a sketchy place for his solution and there he finds the reader

spill the tea - @jae-bummer

reader talks about her feelings about jooheon to his members and he overhears the conversation, cute and funny, kinda short but it’s still one of my faves

where is my mind (M) - @tayegi

werewolf!hoseok, can’t handle himself when he sees you because of his heat but you don’t seem to mind, cute ending

for a good time, call: the horndog (M) - @tayegi

lengthy jimin smut, sex in the studio, hilarious ending

cabin (M) - @krismebaobei

you spend most time with jongin in your stay in the cabin with exo and this makes Chanyeol a bit jealous but when y’all get a moment alone, you let him know you are his, plus a funny ending

class president (M) - @btssmutgalore

“class president candidate jimin would do anything to get your vote” fuck.

captain (M) - @suho-mochi

footballplayer!suho, basically his team loses the game, he’s frustrated and fucks the reader against the lockers, hot shit

sin city (10/? part series) (M) - @btssmutgalore

reader applies and gets a job at sin city, her sweet and dangerous moves make the owner jimin break some of his own rules because of his attraction to her, 10/10 would recommend to anyone in the kpop fandom, favorite series ✩

pop up - @yeolology

teleportor!jongin, you have seen the same boy pop in and out of your life twice and you are devoted on finding him, and you do

watch me (M) - @taecup

jungkook x reader x taehyung, hot as shit, bitch I’m quaking

neither innocent nor guilty (M) - @won-heol

lawyer!wonho, infamous prosecuter Mr.Shin has his eye on the reader during court and he can’t wait to get his hands them even if he just lost the case to her, dAMn

castaway (M) - @kpopfanfictrash

airplane crash au, you’re stranded with Jongin after being the only survivors of the accident and learn how to live with eachother but feelings get caught up in the middle, smut torwards the end, amazing plot

a good day to save lives (4/? part series) - @mxn-yoongi

bts doctor au, nonsense but its pretty funny nonsense, reader is an intern along with jungkook and taehyung while the rest are mostly doctors in different areas

safeguard (3 part series) - @thesammtimes

plushie!jongin, very unique and cute plot, I dream of this happening to me

no strings (10 part series) - @kpopfanfictrash

fuck buddy jimin, from friends with benefits to lovers, fluff ending but has smut throughout the story obviously

nerves (M) - @tayegi

thanks to an experiment the reader’s nervous system is emerged with kim taehyung, weird ass plot but I think its cool, its funny too tbh

higher (9/? part series) - @3kpop2jagi1

really good story, it doesn’t help that i’m suho biased, yixing is my favorite character in the story and if you read it, you’ll know why

taken (11/? part series) - @kimjongdaely

i started reading and now I’m desperate to see how it continues, gangleader!suho, harsh themes & much angst, stockholm syndrome?

go with it (M) - @rapmonluv

sub!namjoon, he expected to have you in the palm of his hand but by the end of the night it turned to be the way around, i need a large holy water after this and you’ll do too

perverted bunny mask (13/? part series) - @btsinned

assassins au, harsh themes (murder, psychopathic tendencies, sexual harassment, etc…) very interesting tho i was waiting for that smut with jungkook

a cinderella story (1/? part series) - @1honeypot

fratboy!yoongi, while you struggle with your crush in real life, little did you know you were sexting him via adult chat

across the hall (3/? part series) - @the-porcelain-doll-xo

neighbour!chanyeol, reader gets tired of her sister pairing her with guys so she lies about having a bf and now is faking a relationship with her cute neighbour

meddling (M) - @ffsjjk  

for once you are grateful for your best friend taehyung and his meddling because it brought you to this gentleman named park jimin 

sexting (M) - @lilyjhs

sex over the phone, you had known jimin in real life as a fuckboy, n u t

who are you? - @8bityeol

reader becomes invested on the anonymous letters of a fan and wants to find him, “happy delight”, the reader is a thriller book writer, I want a mango slaw

rent-a-boyfriend - @jimlingss

your friend hoseok literally rents you a boyfriend for a month to change your dull mood but he isn’t even your type, very fluffly/creative plot

la douleur exquise (M?) - @cinnaminsvga

incubus!yoongi, you summon a demon just for funs and now he’s stuck in the ground half naked and he’s obligated to stay with you until he sexually satisfies you, read it even if you aren’t a yoongi stan, this had me laughing so hard

handmade gold - @btsxexoxtrash

soulmates!jongin, in a world full of people with their true love, you and your boyfriend go against the odds and continue dating and as he finds his soulmate, everything gets tougher but not all hope is lost, angsty fluff, its really good I promise

camera (M) - @exostace

the reader is a cam girl and her friend sehun wants to help her but when practicing what to do when the camera is on, things get hOT, I imagined this very vividly in my mind and I am fukked

temptation (M) - @exostace

fuckboy!chanyeol sends you a dick pic because he got hard thinking of the time you  sucked his dick in Baekhyun’s room, n u t

new nEw NEW!

hey, neighbor - @whimsical-ness

neighbor!baekhyun, reader falls for him, it’s pretty cute

she’s testosterone (2 part series) - @jimlingss

yoonji/yoongi, crack fic, you’re bestfriends with yoonji but later you realise yoonji has a dick, slight smut sprinkled at the end

on the verge (M) - @xhixtape

yoongi suggests the idea of being submissive for once and you both play with the roles, h o t, straight up smut without plot

fantasy (M) -  @xhixtape

optional male bias, reader plays with their bias, cockring and teasingggg

quivering, whimpering (M) - @xhixtape

bestfriend!jungkook, he convinces you to help him out since you like being dominate already, he’s willing to be a good boy for you

 FIC RECS 2 (I made another list)

[jumoonjae]

Sunwoo scenario where you are older and he likes you but you are dating another member however he always takes care of you silently on his own way and you start to notice and something angst happens between you & bf and sunwoo comforts you and you start to realize he loves you and you can decide the ending!

Hey anon, i just posted your request and i’m so sorry for the delay. I hope this one came out just like you wanted. Thank you tho for requesting. I hope you enjoy reading it and stay safe out there. xo

[camelliacats]

One Last Summer

A freeverse poem, best viewed on FFN or AO3.

Fic: "One Last Summer" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Michael Corner/Molly Weasley II

Rating: light T (for language)

Words: ~210

Additional info: romance, angst, cross gen, poetry, freeverse, sequential, Next Gen era, 3rd person POV

Summary: "& she told him flat-out that they. wouldn't. work."

This is the best choice, in the end

Michael had his taste of jealousy

—Ginny—

—Cho—

—Mols—

even if the last was so

s.t.u.b.b.o.r.n

(too stubborn for her own good—

too bloody right most of the time, as well)

But Michael won't do

ANY

of this, anymore

Molly had her chance

(actually, she read him like a book)

& she told him flat-out that

they. wouldn't. w o r k.

He thought it was because of

Theo, but…no

that was platonic (on her part)

&& then…

it wasn't long before she went for

Zacharias

& that fucking arsehole

didn't even love her,

but he sure did l-e-a-v-e her

& then

came the almost

Theo&Mols

but guess what?

Theo had had it

up to

^H_E_R_E^

and he wasn't ready

(or willing)

for her at

a~l~l

Though Michael was

too proud,

his chest

hurttwingedachedb u r n e d

when he saw that

stubborn witch with her blurrytooblurry eyes

…She wishes she could use Obliviate on herself…

!you can't leave her, too!

You won't leave, won't wipe her memories, won't wipe her jealousy of

Zacharias&Parvati

Because now Mols knows how it feels (how you feel)

So Michael will swallow his pride &&

kiss away those tears

'cause he knows her hand felt right in his…now Molly knows that,

t o o

The title was inspired (just a bit) by a Wrock song of the same name by one of my favorite Wrock bands, Oliver Boyd and the Remembralls. It makes me tear up! Xo Anywho, I ultimately decided I love Molly with Michael best. I think their feelings ended up uniting them; they both know how it feels now…and Michael wouldn't give up on her. He couldn't. As for how their story will continue… Hmmm… I've still gotta think about that… Though I do have another Mollychael FV, kinda a companion/sequel to this, so please enjoy "And Then It Dawns."

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2017 note: Yes. Michael needs someone stubborn like Mols, and Mols needs someone who's just a bit of a jerk like Michael. XD I like it when things come full circle, tho. c: