#every time I pick up a hobby I get one step closer to being a little old man

[luvingjeanie]

dad!dae-ho ♡

for the anon who requested some dad dae-ho fluff :)

the specifics requested were three daughters, aged five, three and a new born :)

♡warnings: mentions of pregnancy and sex

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♡ dae-ho with his eldest baby :)

♡ first first baby, the light of his life, the little girl who made him want to be a better man, if that was even possible, seeing as he’s the perfect man and husband already!

♡ she’s a little bundle of personality and energy, always chattering away, repeating little facts she had read in her books, saw on the TV show she watches, or trivia she had learnt from school

♡ dae-ho sits and listens intently, gasping and urging her to tell him more, repeating small ‘woah!’s and ‘no way!’s despite the fact it’s all stuff he already knew, but he understands that his daughter, along with every other child ever, is experiencing life for the first time.

♡ everything must be so interesting to little kids, so of course he’ll let his little girl babble as much as she wants :)

♡ a lot of people say they can’t see dae-ho disciplining his kids, but i think he actually does, but very gently of course

♡ he hates the idea of the ‘cool dad-evil mum’ dynamic, they are your children AND his, parenting, including discipline, is split equally

♡ he gently explains what was done wrong, yes he’ll get frustrated at times, but he doesn’t yell. he’s a fan of the naughty step or naughty corner, they’re classics and they don’t involve taking anything away from his daughter, excluding her from experiences such as birthday parties, and hitting her which is an OBVIOUS no go.

♡ and once the time is up, it’s apologies, kisses and a hug

♡ very supportive, and definitely a dad that wants his kids to have hobbies! sports, an instrument, or simply something done at home like reading, gardening, he’ll facilitate his child’s chosen hobby, but he thinks occupying yourself is very important!

♡ encourages a lot of outdoor play too, even if it gets messy.

♡ in his mind, having his daughter come in all muddy, hand full of grass and worms, is better than having his daughter rely on technology for entertainment

♡ mud can be easily cleaned from clothes, his daughter knows not to trail it into the house, but teaching a child to not rely on cocomelon once already addicted to it is a much harder feat😭

♡ is also cool with her dressing how she wants! of course when she was younger it was all very girly, but as a five year old, she can pick out her own clothes when shopping, so if she wants a cool spider-man shirt from the boys section, she can get it

♡ he had to deal with his dad calling him too feminine simply because he enjoyed playing games with his sisters, so he doesn’t want to force gender norms on his own daughter after what it did to him.

♡ spends a lot of time with her since she’s the eldest :) of course, he loves all his girls equally but he usually takes her out on his own to give you tike with the infant since you’re breast feeding and tired

♡ he loves these daddy daughter days, one on one time with his big girl that has the bonus of you being able to care for your new born and catch up on rest without a little five year old constantly tugging on your sleeve😭

♡ these outings aren’t too often, maybe once or twice a month (he also helps you catch up on on chores too, house work is split as evenly as possible around your jobs!)

♡ he did the same daddy-daughter days when his three year old was just born too!

♡ he was obviously takes you all out on family outings, but with a new born, it makes things like the movies and zoo hard, so he does other things like ice cream with his eldest to take her off your hands for a little

♡ dae-ho with his middle baby

♡ i’d imagine the three year old is closer with you!

♡ because of this, she doesn’t really want to go on the daddy-daughter dates often, she’s a quieter girl, less rambunctious than her older sister so she likes to stay at home with mummy

♡ she sits quietly beside you whole your breast feed the baby, and even goes down with you for a nap when you try to catch up on rest while dae-ho and your eldest are out

♡ dae-ho always brings something home for her when this happens though! if he and his eldest get ice cream, he brings back some too, if the eldest gets a happy meal, he brings one home

♡ just because your middle baby doesn’t want to go doesn’t mean she gets left out!

♡ although, sometimes she does go with dae-ho and her big sister. sometimes she actually wants to go if there’s an activity planned that she likes (like the aquarium! your middle baby is so curious and loves watching the fish and having dae-ho read out the fact cards on the tanks)

♡ sometimes though, it’s because you NEED the peace, and he gets that. you love your kids, but as a mother only a month postpartum, you’re exhausted, more so that dae-ho because you’re the one doing the night time feeds seeing as your new born in breast fed

♡ because she’s quieter, she doesn’t play with her big sister, but whilst her big sister loves the outdoors and sports, your middle baby is more into reading her little kiddie books, quietly playing with her dolls, and imaginary play, and i imagine when she’s old enough her chosen hobby would be the violin!

♡ and dae-ho is of course very supportive! he’ll read bigger books to her she can’t read herself, draw with her, and is prepping for when she’s old enough for the violin :)

♡ he understands his daughters are very different, and acts accordingly, of course, they’re parented the same way, but he won’t force his quieter baby to play loud games, or get messy because she knows she doesn’t want to like her big sister does

♡ because she’s so good at reading at her age, sometimes a family outing ends at the library and he lets her pick out books, and when she picks up books above her age reading-level, he’ll help her read them until she can read them all by herself with little to no help!!!

♡ dae-ho with his newborn

♡ exhausted. tired. but happy.

♡ he’s been through this TWICE with you, he knew what to expect so he isn’t as easily agitated (he wasn’t snappy or anything, but a new born screaming all the time would tick anyone off, even dae-ho) as he was when he was dealing with it for the first time, you both know how to cope now

♡ did skin to skin when she was born :(((

♡ very attentive, and as a dad of three, understands the different cries pretty well.

♡ he can handle any cry that isn’t one of hunger, obviously, that’s your job and yours alone until you start pumping breast milk for bottles

♡ but scared? tired? fussy? he’s got it, and for hunger, will soothe until you can feed

♡ was happy you guys didn’t have to spend much money this time around as you guys kept most of the stuff from your two other girls, so there was no need for a new crib or anything

♡ although you did buy a new diffuser, car seat, and all of the things that it’s recommended you buy new and don’t re-use

♡ BIG on making the nursery look like a NURSERY

♡ none of that sad beige baby shit

♡ the room is whatever pregnant you was feeling, the walls have something cute like whinney the pooh on them (throw back to my old nursery, my mum showed me pictures recently and there was sm tigger everywhere😭)

♡ despite being a dad of three now, he’s still a nervous dad :(

♡ thinks every cry he can’t figure out right away is colic, and nearly cries of relief when he realises she was just tired

♡still as excited as he was with the other two when she does something new (which isn’t much as she’s only a month old) but swears every coo is her getting one step closer to her first word lmao

♡ dae-ho as a husband with YOU!

♡ dae-ho is a good guy all around. marriage is an equal partnership

♡ takes on some of your chores when you can’t due to being far along in your pregnancy, or if you’re tired from a long night of crying to settle the baby after a feed

♡ speaking of chores and parenting duties, they’re split fairly evenly. he usually does the ones that take place later on in the day like dinner dishes, trash, homework, bath time and putting the girls to sleep

♡ this is simply because he can’t do the chores you like to be done during the day because he’s at work, although on days off he’ll hoover between the baby’s naps and stuff, but when he’s working he does the stuff that needs done in the evening when he’s finally home

♡ has already secured a place at a trusted day care for when you finally return to work after maternity leave

♡ helps you cook too, as long as the girls don’t need watching for whatever reason. he turns on some music as you two cook and chat away :)

♡ the first date night after you give birth is an EVENT by the way

♡ nothing too flashy, just a cute restaurant, nice clothes, a walk afterwards and maybe a movie, but to him it is the oscars

♡ this is also when you first have sex after the doctor gives you the okay to :)

♡ very soft and loving, making sure you’re okay, not uncomfortable at all :)

♡ all arouns, good husband, good dad, good man😁

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Going to a con in a few weeks and my original plan was to do a Sans cosplay but I’m garbage with makeup so instead I decided to stitch a Gaster Blaster into a pair of shorts to wear instead. My first time doing a cross stitch on clothes and second cross stitch ever, so here we are after 2 whole weeks of suffering!

[6slux]

.ᐟ+18, pregnancy, lactation kink, nsfw-ish??, husband! onyankopon

clingy men with oral fixations >>>

thinking thoughts about onyankopon who can’t keep his hands or lips off of you.

for the most part it starts innocent—a harmless obsession with his addicting wife and her comforting pecks. but then his love develops as does your marriage and pregnancy.

say he comes in from a lonely day out. maybe he was chilling with his homeboys, maybe he’s coming in from running a bunch of errands. regardless, it was too many hours without you on his tongue. too many hours of not being able to check in with you. he’s not the most expressive when it comes to voicing his feelings, so he would rarely outright declare, “i miss you”. as if the plastic bag filled with your favorite snacks on his arm doesn’t speak volumes.

instead, he creeps into your dark bedroom to find you snuggled up in your padded duvet. at this hour of the night it’s often illuminated by a ceramic side-lamp. you’re either tuned in to your favorite series or your neck is in a New York Times bestseller. he comes in without a word and strips himself of his outside attire. his chiseled body soon bare with the exception of its never-ending ink and boxer briefs. you both don’t officially acknowledge each other until a dip weighs down the empty side of the bed.

onyankopon is a gentle giant— upper body leaning over until he catches your puckered lips. a sweet kiss or two is placed against the plump skin before he settles in. that means dominating the remote control and shifting the channel to something more…his speed. like ‘BMF’ or ESPN highlights. somehow, each low chuckle he belts out brings him closer and closer to your side. before you know it, he’s bridging that drift in the center of your mattress with his wide body.

it’s nothing you’re not used to—captivated by a fantasy the story in your lap tells, yet tilting your neck to give your husband access. a heavy palm rests on your breastbone while onyankopon nips at your neck. his plump lips swirl and suckle softly; only applying enough pressure to elicit soft moans from you. it’s not enough to break neither of you two’s concentration; his darkened pupils still side-eyeing the mounted flatscreen. this type of need can go on for hours and hours if you allow it to.

eventually, his tastebuds grow insatiable. he notices the way your nurturing palm nestles your raised belly every flip of a page. he knows this whole first-time pregnancy thing has been everything but easy on you. he acknowledges how your hormones run wild one half of the time, and your growing body aches the other. you find your little time-passers and hobbies on your own, though. and when onyankopon finally gets back home from providing, you’re always willing to let him consume you.

he mumbles against your skin, “hope my son ain’t give you no issues today”. his head then picks up to find your glassy gaze. your features read tired, yet a small grin weakly tugs at your plump lips. you never fully confirm or deny, unless you felt overtly ill. onyankopon will then pick up the hand that lays on the raised skin, and bring it to his face. he places ghastly pecks into the back of it—along your knuckles and over that big, shiny rock on your ring finger.

he’s so proud to call you his wife, and he’s even prouder that you’re bearing his child. in return, you’ve got this new, radiant glow to you and a confidence to match. this lengthy journey only strengthening your patience and domesticity. it was the next step in building the big, happy family you both desired and deserved.

onyankopon makes it to your wrist—and then he stops. a pregnant pause meaning mischief is brewing in that mind of his. he gently drops your palm and his digits trail to the collar of your shirt. bypassing the small stammer of his name, he tugs until your breasts spill out.

“these givin’ you any pain? they done got a little bigger on me,” your chest is swollen, breasts sitting a little bit lower than the last time. his calloused palms take ahold of both of them to massage you beneath his fingertips. the heaviness from your upper half is relieved as he kneads into the doughy surface. his bottom lip sucked in by his pearly whites as he works out those knots. until—a sudden dampness pauses onyankopon‘s touch. he swears this was meant to be a simple gesture. a way to check on his lady and then head to the shower. onyankopon hesitantly retracts to watch as the eggshell liquid rolls down your mound. he can’t just let it go to waste, so the tip of his tongue laps the drop upwards. right back to your sore nipple that is immediately enveloped by his lips. vibrations buzz around the sensitive skin as he sucks and drinks—your body miraculously seeping out milk the more he encourages the supply.

“you taste like heaven”, he groans out an incoherent phrase, a soft sigh falling from your lips as you lay your head back onto the headboard. your hand abandons the downturned book in your lap, and you drag your nails over onyankopon‘s waves. it’s an intense combination of pain and pleasure as he sloshes your nipple around his wet mouth. he’s careful not to neglect your other nipple—ping ponging back and forth between the two. the man’s got a large appetite and just when you think it’s enough, his palm slides further down past your hump. “what ‘bout right here? i need to taste all of you…,” he stops at your covered center, unlatching from your nipple.

[springismss]

ᱬ⛧ my little fire dancer ~ k. bakugou

sum: if he had to choose one thing that he loved seeing you do, it would be this. it’s what made him fall in love with you after all.

pairing: timeskip! katsuki bakugou x girlfriend! reader

content: 18+ - mdni (just in case), suggestive sexual content, swearing, use of fire dancing equipment.

a/n: a random idea i had years ago that I’ve decided to update. as always likes, comments and re-blogs are deeply appreciated!

word count: 1.1k

links: bnha/mha masterlist | masterlist

The soft glow of flames flickered from the campfire beside as you watched bright flashes light up the rest of the area you were sitting in, a particular ash-blonde male was responsible as he released some of the pent-up stress and anger he held from the day.

The two of you were busy with your daily lives of hero work, so anytime you spent together was a luxury. Today just happened to be your day off, and your boyfriend had finished his work for the day, so it was just the two of you in a spot that was out of the way of prying eyes.

The usually ever-angry Bakugou seemed to be a whole different person whenever you were around. While others would be in the way of his outbursts if they looked at him the wrong way, you could do anything, and it would be disregarded without hesitation.

Leaning back on your hands with your legs stretched in front of you, you spent hours watching him, especially with that oh-so-rare content smile he held as whatever he felt slowly melted away.

Your mind was yet to grasp the fact that you had managed to be the other half of the wild human grenade pro. "Tch, what you staring at, dumb ass?".

Rolling your eyes at the typical statement that you knew he didn’t mean anything, you smirked slightly before stretching your arms above your head. "Well, I was staring at something hot. Those explosions pack some heat".

The mischievous-laced response made Bakugou growl in annoyance, his figure stopping just short of you before kneeling close beside you. "Don’t think I heard you the first time, what did you say, (y/n)?".

Letting your arms drop, you lifted your hand and ran your fingers through your hair. Taking a moment, you closed your eyes as you hummed, opening them again with a grin. "What's the matter, Kat? Jealous of some explosions?". Leaning forward, you let your lips brush against his before laughing.

Clicking his tongue in annoyance, Bakugou turned his head as he crossed his arms, focusing on something in the distance while you hummed to yourself. Sometimes it was too easy for you to get under his skin. "Hey Kat, let me dance for you".

Red eyes watched attentively as Bakugou became completely transfixed on you. The way your hips moved to an invisible beat. A beat that was enticing him in every single way imaginable.

Every time you picked up a piece of your fire dancing equipment, especially the fire fan, he felt like the luckiest guy in the world. No one else got to see this side of you, only him.

The passion you held for this somewhat unique hobby was a sight to behold. It was one of the many sides of you that only he knew about, one that you kept away from others, not because you were ashamed of it, but because it was something you could be vulnerable about. A feeling not often accepted when it came to being a pro.

You'd brought him into your world, and he wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon. Undeniably proud of the fact that you were still his girlfriend, the love of his life after all this time. If one thing made him fall deeper in love with you, it was this.

On the outside, you didn't seem it, but you were quite a firecracker, a perfect match for him at the best of times. Appearances can be deceptive, and he loved that. You also didn't back down when the going got tough, and he admired you more than he cared to admit

Looking over your shoulder, you smiled softly, face slightly illuminated by the flames, as you turned and began making your way back to him. Slow steps and you inched closer to his sitting form, not missing a single move as you kept your gaze fixated on him.

Tension hung in the air as you stopped in front of Bakugou. Moving the fan in your hand to the side, you blew a quick kiss while lifting each piece of metal equipment up to your face, firmly extinguishing each flame with a puff of breath before setting them safely to the side.

"You enjoy testing me, don't you, (y/n)? You know what you do to me when you fire dance". Letting out a soft hum, you crouched down and set yourself into Bakugou's lap, arms wrapping around your waist before pulling you closer.

Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to your neck before pulling away, eyes lingering over the spot before he dipped back. Closing your eyes, you sighed, feeling his lips on your neck before moving your head to the side to give him more room.

Moments later you sucked in a breath, breathy moan being exhaled as heat began pooling in your gut. That sound was like heaven to his ears, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as you gripped his arm. "Maybe that's why I do it, Kat, I enjoy making you crave my body to the point of you fucking me senseless".

It was true, and he knew it. You both did. One of the ways you loved to get Bakugou in the mood was by fire dancing for him, enticing him with your movements before he pinned you below him with his own movements.

Loud moans, lewd noises, and dirty words that you moaned out when he took you for himself. The beautiful stretch that had you feeling full before his hips snapped, dragging the most sinful noises he could from you.

"Don't you worry, I'll fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk straight tomorrow. You'll be begging me to help you, in more ways than one".

Rubbing your legs together, you moaned again at his words, lips caught in a rough that grew nerdier, hands began to wander. Leaning back, you panted before wriggling out of his arms, pulling him up with you a moment later as the two of you rushed home.

Back pressed against the door, the second it shut, rough kisses that grew needier until you found yourself picked up. A small laugh leaving your throat as you gripped onto Bakugou’s top, your body placed softly onto the mattress of your shared bed.

Propping yourself up, you watched as he knelt into the bed, mattress sipping slightly under his weight as he hovered above you. Eyes looking you over as you smiled softly. You knew it was going to be a long night, but you didn’t care. Not when he spoke words that made you lie back, arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer.

"My little fire dancer, how I love every part of what you do to me and how much I love you”.

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[ttturnitup]

a piece of your heart | kang daesung x reader

summary: distractions happen, but a shared hobby brings you closer together

word count: approx 5.6k

warnings: none, just some fluff!

author's note: this was written for day 18 of the april bigbang challenge - bonding over a shared hobby! i'm sorry for posting late, i just couldn't seem to get my stuff organised, and im sorry about the end (i really had trouble this time round) but i hope you enjoy nonetheless!

The morning sun filtered through the windows, warming you as you stood watching the door. You didn’t have to, of course - it’s not like you had x-ray vision that would let you see the postman before he knocked on the door. Seeing that the tracking information had changed overnight had gotten you excited, however, and you wanted to get your hands on the package as soon as possible. Impatient? Definitely, but you had never claimed to be anything else.

You were so focused on the door that the knocking startled you. You barely held back from making an embarrassing noise, moving quickly to answer the door, your excitement giving you an extra bounce in your step. You smiled warmly as you greeted your regular postman.

“Morning, Steve. Good route so far?”

“I get to see your beautiful face, so I can’t complain, can I?”

“Your husband know you’re flirting with me?”

Steve laughed, holding out the PDA for you to sign. You scribble the signature and swap the device over for the your package. Your smile grows wider as you hear the familiar rattle. You were tempted to shut the door without saying goodbye, but even your impatience had limits. You had the whole day ahead of you, anyway; a couple more moments wouldn’t do harm. Your expression gave something away, however, Steve laughing as he tucked away the PDA and adjusted his postal bag.

“I won’t keep you long today, Y/n. You look like you’re about to vibrate out of your skin. Gotta ask though, is it meant to sound like that?”

“That is the sound of happiness. It absolutely should sound like that.”

Steve simply laughed again, raising a hand in farewell. You waved back, watching for only a moment before dashing back inside, already pulling at the wrapping of the box. You paused once the door had closed behind you. The dining table would be the better option, but your eyes kept being drawn to the living room. Nostalgic memories came to the forefront: blanket forts, pieces strewn across the floor, the quiet drone of whatever show your parents were watching as you built whatever your imagination could conjure.

The decision was an easy one. You already were going to spend the day playing with Lego, so why not give into the childlike whimsy? Your back might not thank you tomorrow, but that was an issue for future you.

You hadn’t thought about Lego in years. You loved it as a kid, but as you grew up and life got busier, it fell to the wayside like things often did. It wasn’t until a co-worker gifted you a set for your birthday that you got back into it. Putting together the orchids piece by piece had brought you a sense of peace and happiness you hadn’t felt in a long time. You picked up more sets over time, keeping them aside for a day off or when you needed to disconnect from the world. But the package in your hands was different; you’d been wanting - needing - to create, but you were feeling restricted by the designs and the limited pieces. The opened package in your hands was the answer.

A giant box of classic pieces, with every colour and weird shape piece you could dream of. You dug your hand through the box, enjoying the sound of the pieces cascading like a clunky, plastic waterfall. You weren’t exaggerating before; the sound of the bricks against each other might have been loud, but it was pure happiness.

You start building. Simple things at first, little houses and structures and the like, but as the day went one, your creations got increasing complex and bizarre. Abnormally large towers with weird turrets, recreations of fairytale monsters, an attempt at a car with wings, a misshapen heart - nothing was off limits. It was freeing to just pick up the pieces and stack them together, seeing what idea you would gravitate towards next.

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The morning turned into the afternoon, and the afternoon quickly gave way to early evening. You didn’t noice at first, but once you had, reality came back to you quickly. You’d barely moved all day outside of bathroom breaks and a light snack, too engrossed in your joy. You had no regrets. You stretched, working out the pins and needles from sitting on the ground for hours, and moved towards the light switch. You flipped it on, intending on making dinner and being a responsible adult for a little bit.

A knock on the door interrupts you.

You weren’t expecting anyone, especially not at this time of the day. Curious and cautious, you made your way to the door, looking through the peep hole. When you saw who it was, you swore loudly, causing the man on the other side to call out.

“Y/n? Is everything okay?”

“Yes! Hi! Give me a moment, Daesung!”

Daesung was at your door. Daesung was waiting politely to take you on a date. A date you had completely forgotten about. You looked down at yourself - not dressed up for a date, but that could easily be fixed. The same couldn’t be said for the very visible living room.

Fuck.

You close your eyes, taking a moment to calm down. There was no need to work yourself up. Daesung had been nothing but a sweetheart since the day you met; if he was rude or mean about the scattered pieces, it was better to know now before the relationship progressed. It wasn’t a dealbreaker by any means, but you guessed it would serve as a decent litmus test.

You opened the door, and you were met with a bright smile, one that lit up Daesung’s face.

“Daesung, hi. I’m so sorry, I completely spaced out. But if you come in, I’ll be ready in a few minutes?”

You stepped aside, an invitation for Daesung. He took it, the smile never dropping.

“It’s all good! The reservations not for a little bit anyway, so we still have time.” He paused, turning back to face you. “It’s nice to see you, Y/n.”

You felt your cheeks warm up and your heart rate picked up. It was a simple statement - nothing more than small talk, really - but Daesung said it with such sincerity that it made you feel like you were the only person in the world. Instead of being overwhelming like it had in the past, Daesung’s attention made you feel warm. Safe.

“Sorry about the mess. I’ll be right back, but feel free to make yourself comfortable!”

Daesung nodded in affirmation, his eyes drifting around your apartment. You saw him linger on the Lego, and you tried to quell the anxiety. It probably meant nothing. Just looking. You couldn’t stay to watch him, though, to analyse his reactions. You didn’t want to keep him waiting for longer than he already had.

Fifteen minutes later, and you had changed into more appropriate attire. The outfit clung to your body, showing it off, but it was still classy enough for the restaurant. You checked yourself out in the mirror; you looked good. Satisfied, you made your way back out to the living room. Daesung didn’t notice you, so you gave into the earlier desire to watch him.

He picked up your creations, careful and reverent. He inspected them, turning them over, interacting with any moving part he came across. The earlier panic dissipated. It was clear that Daesung wasn’t going to mock you for your hobby, not that you thought he would; you’d just had too many people look down on you in the past for interests that they thought were childish, and you now you always expected the worst.

“Those are why I wasn’t ready.”

At the sound of your voice, he looked up, a startled expression on his face.

“Oh, Y/n! I didn’t hear you….”

His sentence trailed off as he noticed what you were wearing. His eyes looked you over, a hungry gaze in them, and you felt yourself blush again.

“Like what you see?”

“Yes! Uh, yes. Y/n, you look…. wow.”

You stepped closer, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I meant my creations,” you teased, the opportunity too good to pass up, “but thank you. You look pretty good yourself.”

Silence stretched between you. Moments passed, and the longer it went on, the more you worried that you had gone too far. You took a step back, ready to apologise, when you heard Daesung make a noise. Not just any noise, though, but a giggle. It was soft at first, but it didn’t take long before it was loud, filling the room with warmth. Your lips curl up in a smile, your own laughter joining his. It wasn’t that funny of a joke, but Daesung’s joy was infectious.

“I think they’re great, Y/n,” he said, once the laughter had died away. He picked up the heart shape, inspecting it once more before holding it up to you, showing it off like it was some precious treasure.

“I think I like this one the best.”

Your real heart started to beat faster. You wouldn’t say that Daesung was in your mind when you had been making it, but that would make you a liar. You had been thinking about your first date, about how well he treated you; you thought about how you could see a future with him, despite only knowing him for a short time. That vision was stronger now, seeing him surrounded by Lego, surrounded by pieces of plastic that represented who you were.

You had always tried to believe in the philosophy that your heart knew best. It had led you astray before, and it had hurt, leaving you wary. Cautious. But seeing Daesung literally hold your heart in his hands, with such tenderness and care? It was easy to believe in that philosophy seeing the proof of it.

“Thank you,” you said softly. “I think I like that one best, too. Still, I’m sorry for being late.”

Daesung shook his head, smiling wide.

“It happens to me all the time!”

“Wait, really?”

“Yeah! I love Lego. It’s one of my favourite things to do on days off! It gives me a good chance to rest and - ”

“Recharge,” you finished off Daesung’s sentence. The excitement was hard to keep out of your voice, and you could see it reflected in his expression.

“Exactly! Would you like to see the last thing I built?”

Daesung pulled out his phone, and scrolled through his album to show off his latest Lego masterpiece. You responded with enthusiasm, asking him about the finer details of it, and he explained, showing different photos to highlight his talking points. You talked about your desire to just build without instructions, and Daesung admitted that he hadn’t done that in a long time, but maybe he should do it sometime soon. It was easy to get caught up in the back and forth of the conversation; you’d never really known anyone who understood this hobby of yours, at least not in real life.

The conversation would have continued for linger, if you weren't interrupted by your stomach growling. There’s more laughter as you glance over at the clock.

“Hey, Daesung, what time was the reservation?”

The tone of your voice made it clear immediately that regardless of what Daesung said, you were late. Very late. Time had gotten away from you - again. Daesung looked over at the clock, too, as if to confirm what he already knew. He let out a said little sigh, and you knew that you would do anything to make sure that never happened again, tonight or in the future.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just the Lego effect, right?”

That got you a little laugh, but it wasn’t enough. You could guess that he felt bad about your date not being, well, a date. But you had already had a good time tonight and you weren’t quite ready to say goodbye yet.

“Okay, sure, maybe the original date fell through. But you could stay, and we could order food? I just like spending time with you.”

Daesung’s eyes lit up immediately, any lingering sadness disappearing in an instant. He smiled wide, pulling you close. This time, he was the one pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“I like spending time with you too, Y/n. Maybe… maybe we could spend that time building something together?”

You both looked over at the Lego before meeting each other’s gaze. You smiled wide, seeing it reflected back on Daesung’s face.

“It’s a date.”

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Neither of you noticed when the sun came up a few hours later, too busy sharing pieces - and kisses.

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[wandanatskitten]

I invite you to take a moment to imagine a day with Sugar Dommy Mommy Natasha…

You cook her breakfast dressed in one of her button up shirts and white panties. Your back turned while you face the stove. Unaware of the piercing green eyes watching your hips sway to music. Her thoughts on the purity of the color you wear, as they hide corrupted and sinful curves that cause her fingers to twitch.

Natasha suggests you go shopping. Unbeknownst to you, it was just a ploy to watch you all day. Trying on different necklaces that accentuate the delicate skin of your neck and compliment the prominence of your collarbone. She praises your beauty as she lightly draws a finger along the apex of your throat. Immediately adding the jewelry to her tab.

She guides you into your favorite store with her hand on your lower back. You’re regulars there, so the stylist reserves a changing space for privacy as you spot and pick out any clothing that draws your attention. Her eyes are attentive, her gaze making you bubbly. Appreciating the way her emeralds rake over your body every time you step from behind the changing curtains. Her legs spread wide as she sits. The dominating presence distracting you from Nat’s honest thoughts. She takes a controlled breath with each piece of clothing you try on. The way your shirt cuts low to allow admiration towards the natural curve of your breast. High waisted jeans that lengthen toned legs when paired with heels. And her favorite; dresses that show the godly sculpt of your anatomy. Natasha moves from leaning back to placing her elbows on her knees and offers three words, “Spin for me.” You miss how her eyes darken as she licks her plump lips. The color of the material flattering your skin tone. Hugging every natural curve of your body. Exposed and smooth skin, from your chest to your legs, made her jaw clench before telling you, “Where it out the store.”

The day grows old as you make your way to whatever fancy restaurant Natasha had reserved. The food and wine gracing your tongue with extraordinary flavors. You make light conversation and savor the night. The rooftop view is breathtaking although Nat’s eyes don’t falter. She has you in front of her, her perfect doll. It almost pains Natasha with how effortlessly alluring you are. The silk of your voice just before you take another bite of food. The way you lick the corner of wine stained lips after taking a bite of your dessert. Natasha has her career and her hobbies, but she loved nothing more than watching you simply exist.

Your smile never left since you awoke in her bed. Natasha’s hand barely left you during the day. Starting when she came and hugged you from behind as you finished cooking. Her hand settling on your thigh anytime you two ate or drove around the city. Using her hand on your lower back to guide you in the desired direction. Or the deep kiss that displays her possessiveness when a man stares at you for too long.

You don’t notice her predatory gaze and dangerous smirk until you get home and Natasha places you on your knees. You patiently sit, your heartbeat rising while Natasha makes a show to slowly remove each article of clothing. Her eyes never leaving yours as you silently beg. You didn’t know what for, but her stony stare made you feel as though you were in trouble.

Natasha sits on the edge of the bed and beckons you forward with her finger. You crawl the few strides it takes to be kneeling in front of her. And just as before in the clothing shop her legs spread wide, welcoming you with her dripping heat begging to be soothed.

Her hand delicately reaches to your hair before firmly grasping and impelling your head closer to her sex. The imperious motion contrasting the beginning gentleness. Her words unyielding and patronizing, “Look at what you did.” A small whimper accompanying the tightening grip she has on your hair. Whining like a puppy being punished.

Natasha had teased herself throughout the entire day. Little touches on your delicate frame to calm the twitch of her fingers. Dressing you for hours as she watched the private show you didn’t know you were putting on. Clenching around nothing as she edged herself with her favorite toy…you.

“Now clean your mess and don’t stop until I say you’re done.”

[c0kitty]

𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 ....  𝐌𝐘 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 w/ bakugo katsuki x gn!reader              « 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00 ⇄                             

summary: two times you crocheted katsuki something + one time katsuki realizes something so painfully obvious. (⛦) content: fluff! kissing. reader tears up. reader crochets. comfort!! love confession. sickeningly sweet. i'm a lil bad at summaries. gn pretty sure. (⛦) w/c: 1.6k+

i. your first project, 

the first time you’d crochet him something,  it was a pretty shitty day for katsuki. he had spent a little more than an hour meeting with his friends who, in the most kindest words, were spawns of satan. the constant teasing left him a little drained, the food he left in the dorm fridge was gone, and he was left with a headache throbbing at his temples.

to add on, he hadn’t seen you all day.

so, he goes to your dorm, finding it already open. something he’d always given you mouth on. (what if a stranger comes through? even if it was a little impossible with the amount of security that roamed the halls.) inside, he pauses at the entrance, finding you sitting on your bed, holding a long slender stick with a hook at the tip.

it looked like a miniature murder weapon. “... what the hell is that?” 

seemingly startled, he guesses by the reaction of your eyebrows shooting up to your hairline, widened eyes, and a small gasp that left your lips. “fuck me, why the hell are you so silent.”

“hello to you too, princess,” katsuki sarcastically remarks, stepping further into the room. he comes closer til’ he was just about hovering over you.

you pick back up whatever the hell was in your hand. you could still feel his stare, which you quip. “it’s crocheting, tsuki’. i’m trying to pick up a hobby to get off my phone more. its kinda fun.”

katsuki grunts as a reply, moving to sit next to you. it causes the mattress to slightly sink to his weight, whilst he goes to take off his shoes, methodically, all while watching you. 

with your teeth catching your bottom lip, you looked so focused, engrossed, not paying a mind to him. his gaze eventually drifts towards what was hanging from the stick. it’s long and narrow, with a soft-looking material, colored a deep-shade of red, and black. it was a scarf.

it’s edges weren't perfect, a little bumpy and not entirely straight, but it still looked pretty damn good. his crimson eye’s go to meet yours, but he finds you already looking at him. “i was gonna make it a surprise. but i made it for you.”

a nervous smile plays at your lips, “do you like it?” 

nobody has ever really taken the time to create something personal for him — the warmth in his chest, made him just want to crumble, n kiss your pretty lips. it was nothing short of perfect, even the imperfections.

he'd forgotten you were waiting for an answer and a flicker of insecurity hints in your eyes, your words hanging in the air. 

but, he quickly reassures you, his hand traveling,  holding at your chin. “it's perfect, okay?” drawing nearer to you, he presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “perciate’ you so much baby.”

ii. just for him,

it starts to become a thing every other week. you would crochet him a piece – either something that fit his, in your words, “grunge” style, or something from the colorful yarn leftover from your old projects. and regardless, he would proudly wear it.

over time, people start to notice. seeing him wear a cute black cat beanie was a little out of the norm for him. and the following week, he would wear the same-stitch, fingerless mittens. everyone knew he wouldn’t buy those by choice. someone had to be giving it to him, someone he cared about. someone, like his girlfriend.

being in a school full of smart heroes had its many downsides.

people start to ask, or he would say, "harass you," to make them things. it starts to piss him off after a while — hearing your continuous no’s, and then them trying to ask again like your answer was gonna change after a minute. plus, it’s not like any of those broke assholes were willing to pay, they were just planning to mooch off you.

and, maybe there was a selfish reason for it.

he didn’t want you to share something you were so passionate about with people you gave no shits about, or lov–  liked. because it would lose its value — lose the stupid special feeling he got.

this surge of events eventually leads to him cursin’ them out for you, because you were just a little too nice to yell, give murderous glares, or deliver creative death threats. which after, they wisely never approach you about it again.

iii. your last gift, for the year of course,

its a cold new year, katsuki watches as a snowflake falls delicately onto your nose. you guys were huddled on the balcony of his parent’s home, thanks to his mom's desperation, and persistence to meet you. and to his embarrassment, his mom and you got along very well, so well in fact you guys exchanged numbers, planning to meet with each other without katsuki himself.

despite his loud protests, you’d forcibly ushered him out in the shitty-ass cold because you wanted to see the snow.  the frigid air embraced you both, his breath left white in the air. katuski’s body pressed the balcony handle, you’d positioned yourself in front of him, his arms encircled your body, his hands holding at your waist.

“you happy princess? m’ freezing here just for you to see the same old snow we see every year.” he complains, even though his crimson-red eyes held warmth, ones that matched your growing smile. you raise your heel pressing a short kiss at the corner of his lips, before retreating. 

“quit being dramatic; it’s so beautiful out here.” you insisted, before your eyes widened, like you’d remembered something, and abruptly, you leave an inch of space between the two of you, reaching for something in your puffer jacket.

there’s a slight furrow to his brows, not understanding why you had to pull away — leaving you out of his grasp. til he puts it together, as you pull out a terribly wrapped item, a gift.

“i told you we didn't have to give each other anything.” 

“yeah, like the $100 dollar gift you gave me today. see, i knew you would do that so i came prepared.” you say, pointing an accusatory finger. 

“now open.” you shove the present in katsuki’s hand, and shaking his head in disbelief, he grabs it, tearing the wrapping off. 

“i know i already made you one. but i saw how … worn out it was.” 

holded in his rough hands, was a scarf. reminiscent of the colors to the one you gave him months ago — the one he had worn all the damn time, sometimes even in the hottest of weather. with how much time he wore it, after a while, the color of that scarf started to fade, with the yarn unraveling.

“here let me put it on for you.” you take it from his hands, draping it around his neck. you watch as he glances down, just admiring it. “looks so pretty, baby.”

this scarf looked more intricate, with the stitch pattern on the scarf resembling daisy blooms. he’d noticed how your crochet skills seemed to improve, the scarf had a cleaner, straighter edge than the other one. 

and for some reason, as he looks down at your gift, a flood of memories of the moments with you, seem to be all rushing to him — your sweet, drawn kisses, the stupid arguments, and your laughter that seemed to always ring in his ears.

moments like those, that laid ahead for the both of you, made him want to look forward to the future, your guys’s future. to wake up next to you, morning breath n’ all, to lazily lounge on the couch and havin’ to forcibly cuddle because of you, to possibly sharing each other's last name. it all swelled katuski’s stupid heart. 

it was so obvious why. with your soft gaze on him.

“i love you.” he blurts out, his eyes fixed at your parted lips.  

“i love you so damn much, it’s so fucking stupid. you turn me into a sap, y’know. everytime i look at you i just can't help but want to smile, want to hold you. everything I do, every thought that crosses my mind, somehow, it goes back to you. …i ” he sighs, his bravado faltering for a moment, red eye’s averting from yours. 

“you don't have to say it back, i just wanted to tell you.” katsuki grumbles, the tips of his ears red as it can be, as he does his best to maintain his ‘i could care less’ facade.

“look at me.” and katsuki does, he’s met with your glistening eyes, stars reflecting. “i love you too, you idiot.”

he couldn’t help but release a soft, incredulous laugh — he was really rubbing off on you. somehow the space between the two of you closes again, your hands fit in his warm jacket. tightly hugging him, as if he was going to leave any second.

“and of course, you had to one up me with a grand ass speech.” you relent, looking up at him, a small pout forming over your features.

“m’ always two-steps ahead. catch up princess.” he replies, a smug smile spreading across his plush lips. his mittened hand moving to hold at your face, thumb brushing along your cheek.

his eyes flicker to your lips, watching as your tongue glides against it. “... can, i?” your lashes flutter at him, weakly nodding. and then your being kissed, slowly, and sweetly. his tongue brushing your bottom lip, savoring you, savoring this moment.  

[mogruith]

heyyyy can I place an order for: 10, 13, and 26 for Coranzan for the ask game? ty!

Aaaa thank you for the questions!! Sorry it took me a while to get around to this!

I'm pretty sure I sent you some right? If not, I planned to and didn't submit... Lemme know if I can haven't and I'll submit some!

Anyhow, getting to it!

10. What age do they most want to be right now?

I answered this in another ask but I'll go over it a bit more as I re-interpret the intent of the question.

Coranzan is a very active person. I think he'd like to keep the energy of his youth so he can keep up with that. In "present day", he amounts to probably the human equivalent of being in his mid 30s. Old enough to feel like he might have to slow down on some things, which aggravates him.

Simultaneously, he loves to collect new skills and hobbies, so the culmination of his efforts will amount to a lot - so he hopes - and in that, he looks forward to who he'll be in another 150 years.

Additionally, he's changed paths many times over the course of his life, and is sure he can't entirely predict the future... So he remains fairly present but trying to be forward thinking. But always wondering who he'll be.

13. Name one thing their parents taught them.

I've mentioned that his mother fostered his musical talents and his father taught him resilience, but I will share a bit more. And this mostly refers to Coranzan's time in Menzoberranzan.

However, they became much closer and Coranzan learned so much more when he followed them to the surface.

As a preface: Coranzan and his sister had no idea their parents were secret Moondancers until they announced they were leaving Menzoberranzan on the night of Coranzan's first raid (a true Lolthite at the time).

Without going into Coran's conversion experience, the siblings had to leave Menzoberranzan and reunited with their parents. They guided and cared for them through every step of adaptation process and experienced a closeness with they could never express previously in Menzoberranzan.

It rewrote him as a person. The love and care he shared with his family was priceless and he could never go back to Menzoberranzan.

26. Talent or effort?

Effort. Talent is good, but if you pair it with effort, you can go so much further. Coranzan has picked up many skills he had no talent in simply to acquire a new skill. He envies talent in those moments, but never finds the effort put in wasted.

[valerieluvsyu]

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠.𝐣𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧

; 𝗦𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗣𝗦𝗜𝗦 - Based on the song We Can't Be Friends by Ariana Grande. You've realized that you and Jaehyun will never be anything but friends, so you try to set him free. To move on from him.

; 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 - Jung Jaehyum x fem!reader

; 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗦 - angst, just a lot of hurt tbh

; 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - Swearing, there is a happy ending for y/n but they do not end up together...

; 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 - Hi guys, this is my second work. Um, I'm sorry that I disappeared for a while, I'm planning a story that I'll be writing on Wattpad so that is taking most of my time. I hope you enjoy this one and have a good day/night!! Also, thank you so much for 8 followers. I love each and every one of you mwah.

The more you looked into his eyes the more you realized that you and Jaehyun would never work. Maybe it was because you were not quite ready for a relationship or because he was not into you like you were into him. You’ve learned to accept this after a few months of being heartbroken because of him. You would never tell him how you felt, there was no point. 

We can’t be friends but I’d like just to pretend.

The more you look at him the more you realize he wasn’t the one. He wasn’t the one who was going to hold you when needed. He wasn’t the one to love you like you needed to be loved. You let out a soft chuckle looking away from him for the first time since you’ve been here at this cafe. You were thankful for coming here, it cleared your mind and your feelings for the man in front of you. 

So for now, it’s only me. And maybe that’s all I need

“Hey um y/n you good there” he spoke up for the first time since you’ve been there. You nodded before turning to him again, “I’m fine why do you ask?” he shakes his head turning to look out the window. “You just seem out of it.” that seemed to tick you off. You nod looking at your phone. “Do you want to talk about it or” his sentence was cut off by your scoff.

“Oh you wanna talk about it, okay let’s talk about it”. He raises his eyebrow at your outburst “You wanna talk about how I cried my fucking heart out for months because of you”. His mouth opened to say something but you spoke before him “Or do you want to talk about- you know what I don’t need this”. You stand up gathering your stuff “Where are you going?”, you look up at him to see him also standing up.

“Away from you, I’m done with all this.” you walked out of the cafe leaving Jaehyun shocked and confused. He ran after you calling your name but you simply ignored him as it wasn’t worth it. You need to focus on yourself and not fall for someone who doesn’t even love you for who you are. You scoffed when you heard him get closer, speeding up your steps, trying to get away from

him.

You refused to cry over him, you refused to let him see you break. You refused to even turn to face him. You needed to go home and be by yourself for a while. He tried to grab your wrist but you yanked it back before he could. “Jaehyun leave me alone” he sighed before speaking “We need to talk about your feelings.”. You let out another scoff before facing him “Do you think you deserve to hear about my feelings?”, hearing no response from him you turned around walking to your house which wasn’t too far 

You reached your house slamming the door in Jaehyun’s face. Once the door was locked, you slide down the door. You put your face into your hands. You could still hear him outside and you wanted to open the door but you had some self-control. After a few minutes, you heard him walk away sighing. You got up and went to your room, you looked around feeling proud of yourself. 

A few months went by and you’ve never felt better. You’ve moved on from Jaehyun and you’ve never been happier. It felt like you were free of a curse. You’ve picked up a few new hobbies and friends along the way. You’ve also been writing songs as you’re now a upcoming artist.

You decided to make you’re next song about you’re heartbreak. You’ve spent a few hours a day writing about it and in two weeks you finished the song. Now all you gotta do is name the song. This was always the hardest part. But this time it came easier than most. And that’s how you end up with a hit song.

We Can’t Be Friends

[knickynoo]

I don't know if you've done this before: headcanons on Marty Junior and Marlene?

I'm almost positive I have done some sort of Junior and Marlene headcanon post, but I can't find it, so here are some off the top of my head. Gonna go with the versions of them that I imagine for the timeline that's fixed—where the Rolls Royce accident never happened—and Marty and Jennifer aren't miserable, lol. I think both Junior and Marlene would be more well adjusted in that one (especially Junior!)

• The difference in their personalities is evident to Marty and Jen pretty much from the start, with Marlene being the louder, more demanding of the twins and Junior being a much "easier" baby.

• They're extremely close, and Marlene naturally takes on the role of Junior's protector. Often, Marty and Jen have to remind Marlene to take a step back because she's being a little too much of a mother-hen to her brother, and they want Junior to learn to stand on his own two feet.

• Fixed-timeline Junior is quite different from the version of him in the 2015 we see in the movie. He's been raised in a more stable environment with a father who hasn't been defeated by life, so he's not the wimpy, scared little greasy guy who's easily pushed around. He's more sure of himself, not so easily frazzled, and is every bit as big-hearted as his father.

• Junior is not neurotypical. (How can he be? Look at Marty and George) I don't have a specific diagnosis in mind, but I know a draft of part II made reference to him being in a remedial school (and failing) so there's likely some learning disorder at play. In one of my Doctober chapters that include two-year-old versions of the twins, Clara's excited to learn that Junior has picked up a few new words—meanwhile, Marlene is using full sentences—so I do headcanon him as having been delayed in some areas.

[Side note: in that same scene, Doc tells Marty not to worry about Junior's progress, since Jules didn't start speaking until three-and-a-half, lol]

• Marty loves, loves, loves Marlene so much, but sometimes he thinks that she will be the death of him. Especially when she's young and full of sass and always getting into everything and he's struggling to keep up with her. He and Jen 100% lose Marlene in the mall on more than one occasion, and when they find her, she's just like, *shrug.*

• The twins have a special bond with Doc and Clara. Clara dotes on them but is especially close with Junior while Doc is closer to Marlene. When the kids are little and Marty and Jen feel like they're about to collapse from exhaustion, they dump Junior and Marlene at the Brown home and know they'll be well taken care of.

• As Marlene gets older, she's really into fashion, so she's close with her Aunt Linda. I can see Marlene being popular, but she's the type of popular girl who's liked by everyone. She has attitude, but she's not mean.

• Junior is just...Junior. He loves life and is out there doing his thing. He's the type who has a new hobby or interest every week, and Marty and Jen just have to roll with it. He walks in from school one day and goes, "I'm going to be a famous dancer, I decided" and then a week later says, "I want to learn to build a car" and they're just like, "Oh. Okay."

• I think they'd both try to learn an instrument at some point (likely guitar taught by Marty) but I can't decide if either of them would stick with it long term. Somehow, I don't see them being musicians.

• There's a part of me that wants to say an older Marlene eventually learns about time travel and all the wild stuff Marty went through. Idk how it would happen, though. Maybe she overhears something whispered between her parents in private or maybe she's just very perceptive and notices her father being weird about certain events in his life, so she corners him and is like, "Okay, Dad, spill the beans." Perhaps she's also put together some clues in all her time spent with Doc.

Thats about all I've got for now. Thanks for the ask!

[mess-with-legs]

Cupid loves you - Part1 ♡

HEYYYYYYY yes it seems like im not gonna throw away this project the second I started it hell yeahh!! Anywayyyys I hope you enjoy it! Pleassse let me know your thoughts or if you have any questions i would just love to answer them! And I hope you enjoy! Again I am not a profesional writer or anything like that so if it's kind of shitty I deeply apologise

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"Could I borrow your pencil?"

Literature class wasn't one of your favorite subjects, luckly, we were studying some poetry at the moment, and you just so happen to enjoy reading poetry every now and then.

I noticed my classmate sitting next to me, writting something that caught my attention. The teacher wasn't speaking, and I knew for a fact that it couldn't be any project or anything as such. If you who is reading this can make sense of what I managed to catch with a mere glimpse, perhaps you're smarter than myself. It read:

In my tail said the sun On my throat said the moon In the branches of the laurel tree I saw two naked doves One was the other and both were none

Cupid called for me again. "Sorry! yes of course, here you go" I handed over my pencil. I saw how hers was small, it looked as if she sharpenned it one more time it would cease from existence. We were still in the first week of class, how could a pencil be so worn? Perhaps she writes as a hobby...Or maybe she draws!

"What are you writing?" She closed her notebook, in a quick but clean movement. Turning her eyes to me.

"Nothing important. I just like to write."

"Is it a hobby?"

"Yes, writting words in paper has always been easier for me than speaking them outloud." It seems like you were getting closer, maybe she wasn't the mean girl you originally thought she was, maybe she was just shy and didn't know how to interact with others. At least that's what you thought until the class ended...

"Hey Barbie, think I could get your number?" Roman looked like the most stereotypical, one-dimensional, stupid boy you could ever imagine. He was the kind to smoke in the bathrooms, get in fights, sleep during class, disrespect the teachers... It never really bothered you since you had never spoken to him before, and he didn't seem to have any interest in starting a conversation with you either.

"Unluckly for you I still have standards. Why don't you go feed on some other dead meat? I have better things to do than to be seen around with..." She looked at him up and down. "You."

He was furious, yelling, ready to start a fight. She then grabbed my hand and began walking outside the classroom. It took me some minutes to notice it, but people across the hallways were staring at us, some with fear, other's with admiration. I had no idea why she had picked me as her friend, someone like Roman, despite being an asshole, was much more popular than me, surely he was the better option if this was a matter of reputation.

The light of the windows made her hair shine, everything about her seemed too perfect to be human. She was a sculpture, sculpted with precision, patience and adoration.

When I finally came to my senses, we were back at our dorm.

"Y/N?"

"S-Sorry! I had my head in the clouds haha..."

She got close to me, both of us standing in the middle of the room. She placed her hand on my forehead to check the temperature, but she took longer than expected. She stared at me, in silence, her gaze upon me was soft and warm. She moved the hand that was on my forehead to the side of my head, caressing my hair carefully. I didnt dare speak in that situation, something was keeping me from opening my mouth. Then, I saw her smile.

"Your hair is..." She then took a step back. "Sorry. I must get going now"

You were confused, you had questions, you needed answers! Why did she do that? Yet, you were still. Unable to move.

"I must go now. The cheerleader auditions will begin soon." She walked over to her closet and took out some comfortable sport clothes.

"...You are very welcome to come see me if you'd like. I would very much enjoy your presence."

With those words, she left the dorm, leaving me speechless. At least I was able to move now... Moving on, I tried to forget about the strange behaviour of my friend and instead focuss on something else, something like...Ugh, homework.

I took out my book, notebook and pencilcase. I had an assignment that I had to do by hand because certain teacher didn't like computers and simply couldn't stand a project made in a digital format! I decided to first write a draft in pencil, and once I'm satisfied with it, I will write it on a clean paper with pen.

"Wait, where's my pencil?"

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[j0kers-light]

Hi, how tall do you see y/n as?

Also could I please get a headcannon that's ledger!joker (ofc) with a short mixed fem reader if that's possible please (I'm 5'0)

Hey hi anon!! 🖤✨

Yes of course you can! CAN THE SHORT LADIES PLEASE STAND UP ON STEP LADDERS?!

Lol, I'm short (and petite 😭 like a whole kid out here) but proud! PSA: I love tall daddies. Therefore, Joker is written at least 6'0ft. Y/n is however tall you are since I write for reader insert. So yeah, he's towering over us girl. Buckle up! Enjoy!

Joker is forever making fun of your short stature in comparison to his. Its both endearing and annoying.

Its not your fault your mixed genetics robbed you in the height department but he doesn't have to rub it in every day..

His favorite hobby is to move things in the apartment well out of your reach. J doesn't like you climbing counters and etc. to grab things and prefers if you call him to get it for you.

It strokes his ego that he's providing for you. Keep in mind that he created the problem in the first place!

Cups, boxes of cereal, the tv remote (?), even your laptop-- nothing is safe from being stolen and tucked away 'safely' out of your reach. Oh the irony..

Joker thinks it absolutely hilarious when you get frustrated and try to grab things by yourself.

"Awwww is my wittle bunny too short? Need some help?" You flip him off and try to grab whatever he stashed away.

You almost had it!! He just laughs and shamelessly enjoys the show. Your butt jiggles each time you jump and Joker can watch it shake all night.. that is until you trip and lose your balance.

Then he's rushing over to catch you before you break something and/or hurt yourself.

"Easy there doll. All ya had to do was uhh, ask for helP." He hands over whatever you almost broke your neck for with a lopsided grin. God, you love this annoying clown.

Thankfully there are instances where you get payback for Joker being taller. Low clearance areas are your favorite since you get to watch J clip his head and laugh at him when he grumbles in pain.

Watching him squeeze into a tight space (he's more mindful of the places he drags you into for a quickie) is hilarious since he's all arms and legs whereas you are in your element.

The height difference is so comical that Mac and Neo have joked about your stellar climbing skills. It's clearly a sexual innuendo and Joker gave them the death glare for it.

They haven't joked about your height since. Mac gifted you hiking boots in secret with a card that read, "Enjoy climbing Mt. Joker." You can't bring yourself to wear them. You must admit; you are an excellent climber..

Joker loves to rest his arm on your head or pat your braids like you're a puppy.

It irks your soul and he learned the hard way that you are short and therefore closer to his balls. You punch them in retaliation every time he treats you like a kid.

You like bringing Joker down to your level. Literally.

A plus in being shorter than J is that you tuck adorably into his side. No matter how much your weigh, he's picking you up and tossing you around because...

"You're uhh, fun size Y/n!" That applies in and out of the bedroom. The two of you snap together like the perfect puzzle piece.

But despite all the teasing Joker makes about your height, he loves being your protector.

He's the one you run to if something is bigger and scarier. He's the tall, murderous bf, that'll scare off anything or anyone for his Bunny.

It’s a new concept to be a savior and Joker isn't complaining.

You'll never get used to being hit on. You get it; you’re very beautiful with your lighter complexion and the way you carry yourself.

Men and women are always hitting on you but normally after you utter the words, "I'm spoken for" they go away but this guy is rather persistent.

Years ago he would be your type. Tall, athletic, and cocky with white teeth and oozing lightskin fboy vibes. He was definitely the quarterback in high school and wears gold chains with black turtlenecks. The single Y/n would have your fun and kick him to the curb before he broke your heart. However you were happily involved with Gotham City's most infamous criminal who would literally kill anyone that dared to take away what was his.

You were doing this guy a favor trying to turn him down but the second he grabbed your arm and insisted you go on a date with him, you knew, he f__cked up.

"Let go."

"Nah just one date ma. You'll love it so just say yes. A dinner, a lil talking, then I'll take you home n' sweat your weave out." He grinned.

You arched an eyebrow at him assuming your hair was fake but before you could open your mouth, a shadow fell over the two of you. Your persistent suitor rolled his eyes and glared at the newbie.

"Is there a problem?" He asked Joker.

Joker's left eye twitched as he glare at this pathetic stain touching you. J wore a mask to conceal his identity yet his scowl was evident. "Is he hurtin' you doll?" Joker asked you.

You shook your head no but that wasn't enough to save a life.

J pointedly eyed the hands holding you until the guy wisely let you go. If he hadn't, Joker had no issue removing them by force.

You hid behind Joker's towering frame and vanished, you were so short. Joker made sure you were safe behind him before focusing on the idiot.

"Uh yes. Lots of errr problems. Let's see.. You talked to my bunny, you touched my bunny, and the worsT of all. You. Made. Her. Uncomfortable. Its been ten hours since I killed someone. I'd hate to break my errr record.."

The guy must've understood that Joker was serious for he backed away with his hands up. "Listen man I didn't know she was your girl. Have at it, I'm out."

Joker waited until the guy left before he turned around to check on you. "You good?"

J wasn't expecting you to hug him so tightly. Your head barely came to his chest and for once you didn't get offended when Joker patted your head. "Say the wo~oooord and he's dead, Y/n."

You laughed and stared up into Joker's eyes. "Don't break your record, J." You tapped your lips, making Joker furrow his brow.

"What? Ya wanna kiss?" You nodded and Joker made a noise. "I dunno Bunny. If ya can't reach my lips.... do ya deserve a kiss? Maybe if you were hehe.. taller?"

You rolled your eyes and shoved Joker away. He laughed at your little temper tantrum but stopped you from walking away with meaningful kiss. Your attitude melted away and Joker left you speechless when he pulled back.

"You're soooo spoiled. Is that whatcha wanted short stuff?"

[littleragondin]

Best Siblings in BL - A Proposed List

I am incredibly excited for the Best Siblings in BL Bracket, it's hands down the one I had waited for the most. Consequently, I have submitted quite a few options and I am thinking why not share them all here. Consider this pre-propaganda for the ones that will be picked up for the bracket!

The ones I can see win this:

Yang and Tian from To Sir, With Love.

On paper, they had everything going against them: their respective mothers hate each other and try to turn them against each other, their father treats them unfairly differently, one of them is keeping a huge secret, the other falls for his brother’s fiancée … And yet!! they turn out to be the most loyal brothers we have ever seen in BL. They clearly adore each other, they protect each other and do whatever they can to make the other happy. Yang keeps Tian’s secret, encourages his hobbies and passions, and make sure he knows he’s loved, Tian defends Yang from their father, worries and fusses about him, and is always in his corner. They are simply wholesome and their love is top tier.

Minoru and Tane from Our Dining Table.

How could you not fall for the adorableness of this sibling duo? There is a huge age gap between Minoru and Tane, even further complicated by the fact that Minoru had to step up in taking care of his baby brother after their mother’s death. And yet, despite the difficulties the situation causes, both boys love each other so much. Even when Minoru is tired or frustrated, he always try to do his best by his brother. And Tane is just the sweetest (and most realistic tbh) little six years old I have ever had the joy to see in a BL. The scene where Tane babbles about poop curry and Minoru answers without listening until it finally clicks? peak sibling behavior.

Ton-hom and Long Pao from My Only 12%.

The two of them were fantastic older siblings to Seeiw. While he seemed a little closer to Ton-hom, they both always were there for him during the whole run of the story. They always looked out for him and took care of him, and it was obvious that he felt safe to tell them thing. They both provided comfort and gentle advice every time he needed it, helping him take responsibility for his mistakes but still ensuring he knew they were here for him. The gentleness that permeated through their relationship in every episodes really made them a strong contender for best siblings imo.

The underdogs I still would love to see go far:

Livy and Mikey from Rainbow Prince

The twins in Rainbow Prince have such a lovely, sweet relationship. They love and trust each other, and distance clearly hasn’t affected this. Also they share a beautiful duet song about how they’ll always be here for each other, and I think that has to count for something!

Kiw and Seuadao from My Secret Love

They were such quintessential little sisters, the both of them. They were bored with their older brothers’ antics in the way teen siblings often are, yet ultimately very invested in them working out and being happy. I’m sending them as a unit because the way they teamed up for/against their brothers was adorable – and they resemble each other a lot both in character and in their relationship to their respective brother.

Diao and Dao from Rakdiao

While they may not look like it at first glance, with their constant bickering and dramatic antics (hello sitcom writing), or the way Dao steamrolls her brother’s boundaries and Diao’s temper tantrums, they actually are quite a sweet pair of siblings. Diao came to live with his sister so she could keep her home after a breakup, and he worries that he may not be able to do so and will cause trouble for her. Dao wants he brother to find someone to build a family with, and even if she teases and mock a little, she worries when he gets in trouble and knows his worth. They do love each other, in their bizarre, over the top ways.

The ones I would really be happy to see win - the UWMA propaganda:

Dean, Don and Del Wongnate

I think those three deserve a spot in this list because their dynamic is just SO interesting. Don and Del have a maybe more classic relationship to each other, they are only a year apart, grew up together, and they are obviously very close despite how different they are. And then there is Dean, who just came back to live with them, whose shadow obviously loomed over them all their life, who is their older brother and isn’t sure he knows how to be, and they all have to adjust to the new dynamic at home this leads to. What makes them so good in my opinion is that they actively try to make this work, they want to be good siblings to each other. It’s sometimes clumsy (Dean telling Don he cannot go out because he shouldn't leave Del alone), it’s sometimes plain sweet (Del being heartbroken that Dean stops eating breakfast with them??), and it’s just very loving in the end.

Intouch and Ahn Chatpokin

The women in Intouch’s life love him very much, especially his older sister. In always trusts his sister with his secret, and Ahn while worrying for him, always protect and take care of him, and she never reconsider his role in the life of her daughter. She was already a teen when he came into her life, she sang to him when he cried as a babe and held him when he cried as a young man, she tried her best to shield him from their father, and she should never have had to bury her baby brother so young.

Korn, Krit and Kard Ariyasakul

Maybe the least focused on siblings of the show, I think they actually do deserve a place in that Best Siblings selection too. Korn, on top of everything going on with his father, always stand as a shield between his violence and his little brothers. He hates it, but he will sacrifice his dreams and aspirations so his brothers can follow theirs. And that love is entirely reciprocated, both Krit and Kard being here for him when their father hurt him, Krit ready to let go of his dream of becoming a cop to alleviate Korn’s burden, Kard naming his sons with the names both his brothers chose when they were young. Those three brothers loved each other so much, and my heart breaks every time I think of Krit, grown up and a father himself, telling Pharm "I don't have any brother left..."

I am, very obviously, missing a lot of really good siblings from really good shows, but those are the ones I love the most across all the shows I have seen. Can't wait to see everyone's submissions and reasons!

[thetinylittlespider]

Introduction to the first chapter of the first season of my main OC story. (Because I might need 2 seasons to cook this up).

For context: The place in this story is a completely fictional one, a dystopia with slightly better technological development than our current world, it will be elaborated further in the progress of the story.

Tearing Up: Season 1.

Chapter 1: Routine.

CW: Blood, violence, mature language, abuse, horror and hard moments for at least the first 3 or 5 chapters.

KU-M9's POV:

"We fight today for a brighter tomorrow."

Those words were the only thing that used to greet me every morning. A poster of what seemed to be a person in a black elegant suit, with no human feature that I could recognize since their face was covered in a white mask, rising up a hand in the air, pointing at the sky with the index finger, which provided the people from the picture a bright light of what I supposed meant...hope.

It took me a while to catch the meaning of those words, it was almost a year since I learned to speak correctly, it helped me to understand the commands I was given clearly, and to finally be able to talk with my siblings in a more civilized conversation.

"He still needs to develop a few key characteristics. Today he is turning 15 and we are running out of time, if we rush it he may not survive."

I heard thunderous voices outside my enclosure, yeah, did I forgot to mention? My room was a 10 x 10 cm box made out of reinforced glass, located in such way over a desk that I can only see the same wall with the same poster every morning if there is not a human sitting in front of me, sometimes observing, sometimes picking me up with metal clamps so they can take me to a test room, or other times, they just sat there giving compliments about how cute I was, how "docile" I was in contrast to my other siblings, or check up my fangs with no care if they caused me harm.

I took some unstable and painful steps closer to the invisible wall of my room, as usual, there was a piece of tape on that side with something written on it. "KU-M9" a short for "Killer Unit, Mutation of 9th generation". That was my name, and it had been like that as far as I can remember, with time I got used to it.

"Even the little one from next generation has completed her development already. But we've been trying to wake his nature for almost 10 years now...This should not take as long."

Oh, right, they were talking about me just a second ago, they seemed to be dissapointed of me. Since I was 5 they've tried to unlock some mutations in my body, if I remember correctly my instincts had to bring up the adrenaline necessary to unlock them, with that reasoning, they had to expose me to several trials, tests, and my word of choice, "tortures", so I could fully get my abilities. But as casual as those events sound...It scared me to my core when I was taken out from that crystal box. The docile nature that those scientist mentioned before was only my pure fear manifesting itself freezing my body, containing tears and screams while they performed my tests, not even able to open my mouth to beg for them to stop, unable to act on my own, I was at the mercy of those godlike beings that towered over me every single day, giving ideas and trying out new things that could work for me, at some point it became a hobby of them to toy with me, and they only stopped if I was at the brink of death, situation that came often in this laboratory.

My body was decorated with scars, wounds that still needed time to heal, burns that were result of either fire or liquid nitrogen, my face had some bruises too, near my eyes, and my legs kept shaking even after 1 week of them being almost crushed because of high pressure. And to top all of that, sleeping was impossible when all of that was just a monday and I had to get ready for more, the pain was my only thought when I tried to close my sore eyes, and moving to a more comfortable position in the soil of my box caused a horrible and unpleasant feeling to every part of my damaged body.

Lucky me, all those horrible things were behind a thin orange cloth that was my "uniform" if we may call it that. But for the view of the scientist, I looked more like a prisoner with that outfit, not like they were wrong, this place was an absolute prison.

Maybe the next test will be the one to end it all...

As soon as I took air to prepare myself mentally, contain the tears of fear, and tense my body to be tortured again, a gigantic mountain of human flesh interrupted me, a woman's face, casting a shadow that devoured the light of my room, now everything I could see was her.

"Hey, little one, how are we doing today? We are going to skip the usual routine this time. I know you are excited to get your abilities like the rest, but we are running late, so, we are making a leap of faith with you! All the products must be ready by now, and you are the last one and still having development problems...This presentation might be your last chance to wake up your abilities, social pressure is the only thing we never thought about, and who knows, it might work and you will get to see the world outside for once!"

At that, only a few words came out of my mouth in a low volume and weak tone of voice.

ーI...Hungryー That's not quite what I was trying to say, but I believe my stomach is blocking my brain functions to control my body and speech. And I noticed just now how much my stomach hurt, how much it had been since I didn't got any food? Felt like almost a week.

Also...Outside? Was that a prank? Why would they take me outside if I perform well? Wouldn't it be the opposite? She took a step back, now moving her arm at the top of my box, the ceiling...With one hand she managed to open with ease what I had been trying to do for all my childhood since I have memory. This time, she didn't bother to use a tool to pick me up like any other day, she used her bare hand for once, taking for granted that my nature was docile, unlike the others, I never had a record of biting people, or showing any big attempts of resisting after I was 12, the age I understood it was useless to fight back. That idea was supported by the moment she hold my head between her index finger and her thumb, using a moderate amount of force to pull me out of my "cage" without dropping me.

But...It felt different...without their gloves, the equipment or metal tools, her skin was soft, warm at the touch, my head was engulfed by her fingers, and I could hear her heartbeat, the flow of her blood inside her veins, a composition of sounds I never experienced before.

Was I afraid? My muscles were tense, I froze again, she was carrying my body in a painful way, and it was getting really hard to breath as she used more pressure in between her fingers, but it was far from the worst those hands had done to me. For the first time in my life, even if it gave me a slight sense of pain...I felt warmth from another living being, I don't recall this sensation not even when I was about to sleep on the soil of glass back on my room.

But that experience was shut down quickly as she dropped me in another surface, the fall had quite the distance for a creature who was only 2 inches tall, and I stood up slowly trying to clear my vision, regain oxygen and focus on what this crazy idea was about, ignoring the pain in my body once again. I gave a try on my senses to explore my surroundings, but what I heard, smelled, and saw was the last thing I was expecting to see for today...And I was not looking forward to it.

[moon-kitsune]

ALICE IN BORDERLAND: NIGHTMARES (all the nightmares are in italic)- They all have a nightmare about you.

Arisu:

Everything was fine; you and Karube were running in front of him, trying to find a place to hide. He saw you flinch with every gunshot blaring through the building.

He wanted to be the one to help you survive, but his tall friend had quickly grabbed you and run off, leaving him behind to follow the two of you.

Hearing a noise behind him, he turned his head to see a horsed gunman behind him; you had all been found. Arisu yelled at you and Karube to run before stumbling and falling to the ground just as the sound of gunshots began again.

Arisu screamed, watching as your body was littered with bullet holes, he had been spared by falling, but you weren't so lucky. Karube let go of you to pick up Arisu dragging him away as he cried, reaching out for you.

Waking up drenched in sweat, he sobbed even after seeing you snoring softly next to him. Losing Karube and Chota was hard enough, but there was a very real chance that he could lose you, too, at some point. That was like a living nightmare for him. ♥

Karube:

Crossing the laser border, he turns when he realizes you haven't followed him. Your visa was up, but Karube wasn't about to let you die and found a game close to where you'd been staying.

"what are you doing?" He questioned, taking a step towards you before remembering the lasers and stopping. You still hadn't taken a step closer to the game entrance.

You just cried, shaking your head and apologizing to him, "I can't do this anymore. I give up! I'm sorry, Karube." tears fall down your cheeks as you sob.

His heart drops when he understands what you're doing and there is nothing he can do about it. "No, please, I'm here. We can do this together" he could hear the voice behind him explaining that the game was about to start. "Please don't leave me."

A rumble comes from the sky as a static sound begins, one that he knows all too well. It was too late now. A red beam shot from the sky and down into your head as you dropped to the ground dead "Please, no!".

Yelling, he shot up and turned to hold you, only to see that you weren't there. He began to worry, thinking it wasn't a nightmare, when you walked into the room confused, holding a bottle of water.

Grabbing you when you climbed into bed, he breathed deeply. You were still here with him. You hadn't given up; you were still fighting for your lives together. ♦

Usagi:

She giggled, racing you to the top of the mountain. It had been a long time since she went mountain climbing. Ever since her father's death, she left the hobby behind, but you helped her get back into it.

Just as she made it to the top, she turned to mock you for being so slow when she saw you reach up to grasp onto a rocky ledge, only for it to crumble.

She screamed as you started to fall and helplessly watched as you began to plummet from the mountain, almost in slow motion. Your own shriek slowly fades out as you get further out of view before it gets deathly silent. Usagi clutches the wall tightly, sobbing, knowing you are gone.

Opening her eyes quickly, she feels her hands scrunched into balls, almost as if she were still holding onto the wall. You wordlessly wrap your hands around hers as you pull her back into your front, covering her like a blanket. "I love you," Usagi whispers as you feel a tear drop onto the top of your hand. ♣

Chishiya:

This was a situation he never thought he would be in, which was why he tried to avoid getting close to anyone in the borderland. You, however, had somehow wormed your way into his life, and now he was paying the price.

He watched you pick up the last card he needed for the deck and slyly took out more cards from your pocket. Chishiya frowned and checked his own, watching you with wide eyes when he realized his pocket was empty.

Seeing you smirking at his expression, he froze. "I'm sorry, Chishiya, but I had to do it before you betrayed me because that's what you're good at, right?".

You weren't wrong; he lied and cheated people all the time, but it felt different having you do it to him. He nodded silently as you giggled, "well, I'm better."

He could do nothing as the person he'd fallen for changed into someone he didn't recognize. What's worse is you were the only one he'd never backstab. "Goodbye, Chishiya," you whispered, holding the cards and leaving him alone in front of the burning building.

His eyes opened slowly as he thought about the dream and its meaning. Turning to his side, he watched you sleep. He knew the real you would never do that to him, so what was he subconsciously trying to tell himself? ♠

Kuina:

It was the look of disgust on your face that had her heart shattering. She thought you were far enough into your relationship to tell you her secret; she'd gotten advice from Chishiya, who even agreed to her decision to tell you.

You said you loved her, so why had that changed when she told you who she was born as? She's Kuina now, the person you said you had fallen for. Dropping her hand and pushing her away, you told her she was disgusting before walking away as she cried. "…Please don't".

Feeling you pull yourself closer to her, she realizes that she was crying in her sleep. Seeing you try to console her even in her sleep made her see how stupid her nightmare was.

You already knew all of her secrets long ago, and you had reacted with nothing but kindness and love. You loved her no matter her gender, beliefs, or differences. ♥

Niragi:

He let out a manic yell as the bullets sprayed from his gun into the crowd of people as they screamed. Everyone was diving left and right, trying to escape from him, but he wasn't letting them; body after body dropped to the ground dead.

Hearing a noise behind him, he turned with a wide grin before seeing your horrified face "Niragi? Chishiya was right. You really are a bad guy" He watched you run into the arms of a certain blond who held you in his arms safely. Niragi didn't think as he raised his gun -bang-

Niragi gasped as he sat up in bed; another loud bang of lightning made him jump. The space next to him was filled with a quietly sleeping you, exactly where he had left you when he drifted off to sleep earlier.

He brushed the hair that had fallen on your face in your sleep as he watched you for a moment while getting his breathing back to normal. You were the only thing Niragi had nightmares about, and you were the only person he cared about to actually have nightmares for. ♦

Ann:

She'd finished up with one of the bodies she had been examining and placed a sheet over it before walking over to another emotionless. There wasn't any feeling involved; she couldn't let herself feel sad for every dead body she got in here.

Cutting into the cold dead skin, she stopped seeing a familiar tattoo on the back of their shoulder. Sure it was a generic one, but it still filled her with dread knowing who it could belong to.

Her stomach dropped as she turned the body over slowly and wailed when she saw your blank face staring back up at her white eyes open into nothingness. "No!"

Jumping up, she accidentally bumped into you, causing you to groan in your sleep. She quickly realized her mistake and lay back with you, throwing an arm over your waist and holding you tighter than before as she stared at that small tattoo on your bare shoulder. ♣

Mira:

She watched through the screen as the words 'Game Over' lit up over your picture in shock before a laser came down from the sky, burning through your head.

Mira watched in heartbreak as your knees buckled under the pressure of your dead weight. You lost a game of hearts. One of her games. It wasn't supposed to be like this.

You'd gone in for her. She asked you to watch over her game, so she had more time to prepare others. Now you were gone, and there was nothing she could do about it.

With a gasp, she opened her eyes as she turned in bed, feeling you next to her, but her heart still hurt from the pain of the nightmare. It almost made her feel bad about the designs of her games. Almost. ♠

[ordin-arily]

Hello!! Saw that your requests were open so ima shoot my shot >;) || Requesting a gn reader x 2018!Donnie with an already established relationship! Reader is up on the rooftop of their apartment and it tending to the communities garden! While up there, reader is doing the "he love me, he loves me not" flower game out loud with Donnie in mind (of course hehe). Reader ends up landing on "he loves me not" dispite already being in a relationship and so they thow a playfull tantrum. Unbeknownst to reader, Donnie was looking for reader and found them up top and heard the whole thing 😌💖

here's your fic my love!! i went off the rails a little i think, but i hope you still love it!

warning: (light) fight/argument

words: 2900

The sky is cloudy when you climb up to the rooftop of your apartment complex. (There’s a storm brewing up in your mind too; how fitting that the weather should reflect it.) 

You do your best to come up here every other weekday, usually in the mornings before class or work, or around golden hour when you convince yourself you’re tending to the community garden but, really, you’re just here for the magnificence that is the sun’s descent behind the NYC skyline.

Today, though, you reckon there won’t be a sunset at all. It might even rain later tonight which is as good an explanation as any as to why you’re the only person up here—though it’s not like you ever run into too many of the building’s residents  with green thumbs in the first place. You can’t say you hold it against them. Life is busy and difficult and, sometimes, it's a demanding task to keep one plant alive, let alone a whole rooftop full. 

And, so, it’s just you and your elderly neighbour, Pete, who take it upon yourselves to spend your free time watering, fertilizing, and potting. 

It’s a meditative hobby, one that grounds you in the most literal of ways. (You don’t get much closer to earth than plants.) There’s just something about it that lets you process a day’s worth of chaos so that, in the end, it doesn’t seem so impossible to greet tomorrow. 

This morning, you were here with Pete, humming to yourself and making small talk with him. A brief mention of how you were looking forward to meeting up with your boyfriend later in the day had your neighbour smiling generously and asking about him a little. Not the “what does he do” or “do you go to the same school” sort of inquiries—which is what you so cherish about Pete. He doesn’t care much for banalities. 

Instead, he'd asked things like “what kind of person is he?” and “could he build me a better hearing aid, do you think?”

You gave him a light laugh and assured him that you would absolutely pass on the message. 

You’d spoken of Donnie so fondly then.

Unfortunately, with the way the day had unfolded, you’d forgotten to put in Pete’s request, and the sudden realization stomps you further into the basement of distress.

You inhale a sharp breath, one you hope will be steadying but really only rattles you further.

And then the memory comes. 

It unfolds slowly; feels less suffocating while your hands are busy like this. Your  heart doesn't pick up in your chest like it did earlier—doesn’t threaten to bruise your ribs blue and black as it hammers against them—and it’s easier to see where things went wrong now.

When you’d stepped foot in the lair after your morning class, as you so often did on this particular weekday, you found Donnie tucked away in a corner of his lab with twelve mechanical arms—and two flesh ones—all monkeying around some new mechanism.

“Hiii!” you’d singsonged, hankering to catch up with the best part of your day.

He’d barely turned, oh-so focused on his work. You knew how he got once he was in a groove and that was honestly fine with you. “Hey, Y/N.”

“Brought you some coffee,” you announced, putting down both styrofoam cups on a lab table, then dropping your jacket over one of the stools and your backpack on the floor. 

“Hey, thanks,” Donnie said into his new brain child, voice muffled by the metal panel his head was currently jammed up in.

You dug around for the laptop in your bag, more than happy to busy yourself with some assignments while you waited. “What are you working on?”

A clanging thud came from somewhere inside the panel, and you cringed at the noise. 

Donnie answered you all the same, even if it was through a series of grunts: “A new engine for the—mmph—T-tank. I’m hoping it’ll—ugh—run a little—unf—smoother.”

“Ooh,” you gushed supportively. “Very cool.”

“Do I detect a note of sarcasm?"

“I would never!” you gasped wryly. “No, but actually. You know I love your work. Don’t always understand it, but I love it.”

You diverted your attention to a few open documents on your desktop, but Donnie stuck his head out to peer at you. “How can you love something if you don’t understand it?” 

You lowered the screen a little. “Wh… Do I have to understand the sun to love the feeling of sunlight on my face?"

“Well… by definition, yes. At least in some capacity. You would need to know what the concept of warmth is to identify the feelings of affection associated with it. How do you know what you’re loving about it if you don’t even know what it is at a fundamental level?”

“I just… do? I don’t know, the feeling is just... there?” You shrugged easily enough, figuring he might just let this be, even if he wasn’t in total agreement with you.

Of course... you would have been wrong.

He stood up, making his way over to you cautiously. “I just don’t get how you can feel that without really understanding a given object, phenomenon, person, place, etcetera.”

“Well, can you ever really understand something? I mean, to its fullest extent? Isn’t that pretty impossible?” You took a small, light sip from your coffee. “Ultimately, we’re bound to our senses, right?"

“I concur, yes, but feelings as strong as… love... require at least an elementary comprehension of the object for which that emotion is held, even if the parameters we set for our understanding are completely arbitrary.”

You stopped, really mulling over his side of the argument.

Just as you were formulating a response though—one that was largely in accordance with his point, mind you—he piped up again.

“Does this mean you don’t understand my inventions? Because, you know, I always do my best to explain them in layman’s terms. And, by extension, I have to wonder if that means you don’t actually understand... me."

Your cup hit the table with a little more force than you'd intended. “How did we get here? All I’m trying to say is I love your work, even if I don’t always totally grasp the intricacies of how they function.”

“But I always explain the intricacies. I feel like I’m finding out you never actually listen.”

His eyes kept going back and forth between you and the table, so very fraught.

You shook your head. “It’s not like that. I just… I’m not always able to follow everything going on, even in 'layman’s terms.’” 

The emphasis on those words were laced with a slightly mocking edge—again, not intended. It was just that… Donnie could come off so condescending sometimes. 

“Well, why don’t you ask me to clarify? It doesn’t bother me, you know?”

You let out an odd little puff of air. 

“What—you think it does?"

“Don, I know it does. How many times do you huff and puff explaining things to your brothers?”

“Okay, but you’re not them!” he cried out.

That gave you pause.

Donnie sank in on himself a little, looking rather… despondent all of a sudden. “I tried explaining my tech to them. Our whole lives growing up. And they’d either cut me off or fall asleep or—or call me a nerd! You were the only one who ever—!” he broke off with an angry sigh then fell quiet. "Who ever listened…"

“Donnie—“

“No!” he shouted again. “No, no! I thought you understood, Y/N. I thought you got it! I thought finally someone…”

The cadence in his voice was all over the place, rising and falling like the rapid ebb and flow of spring tides. 

If you’d known this conversation would turn out like this, you would’ve just kept your mouth shut.

“It’s not like I don’t understand any of them…” you tried. There had to be some kind of damage control you could attempt...

But Donnie didn’t seem very willing to listen.

So, what else was there left to do but pack your things silently and tell him to give you a call when he felt like talking again? If… he felt like talking again.

You’d had to swallow down the lump in your throat as you left him there, biting back whimpers all the way to the surface. And then you walked home, tears streaming down your cheeks and shoulders quaking—quite a different walk of shame, but about just as humiliating. 

Nice.

Your apartment felt like nauseating refuge and you laid in bed past dinner, damning to hell any homework you’d been planning to do. It was the last thing you could think about.

You and Donnie rarely fight. The times when you do are never explosive or trivial, which is why they always cut deep. It means there’s a real issue that needs to be dealt with. This time, though...

You’re unconfident about a solution. You can promise to be a better listener, sure, but the two of you have been dating for something like five years now. If you know Donnie, he’s more than likely feeling betrayed and… those are a lot of years worth of betrayal.

You clip just south of where you want to, and only this accidental snip brings you back to the present moment. You watch the flower as it floats down clumsily into earth below. 

At least this mistake isn’t so grave. You figure the plant still looks okay—you wouldn’t even call it a bad haircut. Just one poorly angled trim.

Still, you decide it might be best to lay down the shears for a while. So you do just that, cradling the fallen flower, bringing it to the edge of the rooftop where you take up an uncomfortable seat and indulge in a grey sky. 

There are tinges of muted purple where you know the sun is surely setting behind the clouds right about now and you hope, if you’re patient enough, you might get to see some flashes of lighting. Hear the rumbles of thunder, feel the wash of evening rain.

For now, though you simply thumb the petals on your flower, letting your vision go misty over the cityscape.

That is, until you feel one of the petals fall. Your attention pulls downward and you stare it, feeling wistful suddenly. You didn’t mean to do that...

You’re not sure what comes over you—maybe an urge to put the flower to good use now that you’ve mangled it—but you mumble out a small, “He loves me,” and pray to every deity you know that Pete won’t pick this very minute to find you up here talking to yourself. He’d never judge or mind, of course not, but this is for your own dignity. 

You pick off the next petal. “He loves me not.”

And the next. “He loves me.”

Each ends up blown in the wind which is not only remarkably melodramatic, but also not your ideal method of disposal, what with the compost box idling not fifteen feet from where you’re sitting.

By the time you reach the last petal, you kind of want to cry.

Obviously, this is in no way indicative of real life, but the thought hurts all the same.

“He loves me... not.”

You stay with that, inconsolably sullen. 

You half a mind to reach for your phone—to text or call him, to see if he’s up for a chat, but you know better than to step over his boundaries like that and, besides, you left the device in your room, under the covers with the rest of your despair. You’re just about to get up—call it a night, throw in the towel, wave your white flag—when, out of nowhere, another flower falls into your lap. 

Donatello's voice is low in your ear. “He loves me.”

You observe it there in your lap for one small moment, shutting your eyes at the ripple of relief that passes over you.

You kind of just want to put your head in your hands, fold in on yourself even, but then Donnie takes his rightful place beside you and you can’t do anything except stare.

“Don’t talk over yourself all at once or anything,” he deadpans. And then: “I mean that, let me go first.”

The corners of your mouth twitch.

“I… Um." His eyebrows raise and his head tilts like maybe he had words prepared but like they’ve most definitely vanished from that big brain of his. “I’m sorry. I overreacted. I do know that you listen.”

You open your mouth to argue—to jump in and tell him that his feelings are valid when he holds up a hand.

“W-wait. Let me finish. Don’t tell me I had a point. That shouldn’t have been a fight, okay? That was my own insecurity and you got the brunt of it.” He glances out at the horizon, then back you. "It’s okay that you don’t understand my inventions as well as I do. It was unreasonable for me to expect that.”

Now that he’s done, you’re actually a little dubious about what to reply. You twirl the flower in your lap aimlessly.

“What made you change your mind?”

“I…” He inhales and when he breathes out again, he’s smiling. “I know your bubble tea order, and your favourite ice cream flavour, and your favourite hobby.” He gestures around like this last one is, clearly, evident. 

You look down, only a little sheepish.

“I know the names of all your friends and family, and where you go to school. What pet names you like to be called, your hopes and dreams, the things that keep you up at night... I know your birthday and your favourite foods—and I could tell you all about your pet peeves, your taste in music, and your favourite franchises.

"But... I don’t know the first word you ever spoke or what age you learned to ride a bike, or even what three things you’d bring with you if you were stranded on a desert island.”

At this hypothetical, he gives you a playful roll of the eyes, silently reminding you how he hates those kind of platitudes but also that, apparently, he’s willing to entertain them if it means discovering something new about you.

“Where’s this headed, Othello?” you ask softly, a desperate attempt to get him to move past the sentimental stuff lest you turn into a puddle right here.

“I guess… just—that I realized I don’t totally understand you yet. And while I might not ever get to know you fully and completely, I would very much like to spend… the future... learning as much as I possibly can.” 

You can’t help but grin at the way he’s so careful to avoid the “rest of my life” cliché and the insinuations that come along with it. Of course, you’re not overly preoccupied with such details. After all, these sappy speeches are rare enough and you should probably seize the opportunity while you can.

“I…” you mumble softly, inching your face closer to his. “Would very much like that too."

Your foreheads fall together for a small, special moment before you press upwards and kiss him sweetly.

He falls into it, ostensibly eager to welcome any signs of forgiveness you’ll spare.

“‘M sorry I yelled at you,” he murmurs against your mouth. 

“S’okay.” You draw back a little. “I get it. Your tech means a lot to you.”

“It… feels like part of me. Like, three whole quarters of me,” he admits. “And it’s kind of hard to come to terms with the fact that… you know, it’s not. Not really.”

You think on that for a moment. “Of course it’s part of you. They're your creations.”

He seems to consider this but, before he can wager a response, you’re leaning in a little closer.

"And that’s why I can love them without understanding them. Because I love you."

He perks up at this, all kinds of love sick.

His grin goes loopy, cheeks and snout dusted in pink, and then he’s clearing his throat, avoiding your gaze, sitting up a little straighter. “Well, that’s one way to win a debate."

Your arms go up in the air triumphantly. “He’s accepted defeat!”

"Might I interest thee in a pizza dinner for thine victory?”

“My, my, and here I thought this flower was reward enough,” you chirp, holding it up for him.

Donnie looks shy suddenly.

“You stole it from up here didn’t you?”

He nods ruefully. 

You laugh, getting to your feet and holding out a hand to him. “Come on, Thiefatello. Our pizza evening awaits.”

“God, I hope that nickname won’t stick.” He slides his palm in yours, letting you help him up. 

“Well, that all depends on what else you’ve plundered.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“Fine, keep your secrets,” you concede, making your way to the roof’s access door. “It’ll cost you greatly though.”

“Oh?” he utters curiously.

“Some bubble tea with our pie,” you ask more than tell.

“Oh, well, obviously. I’m not a barbarian, Y/N."

You grin widely. And then: “Oh, by the way, I’ve got a favour to ask.”

“I’m all ears.”

“How much would you say you know about hearing aids?”