#from my requests list from LAST YEAR pls help me

[firingstars]

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── .✦ SERIES

neighborly advice (complete, 45.9k words) bucky x reader your elderly next door neighbor moves out, only for someone... even older than him to appear in his place. ch. one | ch. two | ch. three | ch. four | ch. five ch. six | ch. seven | ch. eight | ch. nine | ch. ten

in this life (ongoing) bucky x reader "There's only one God, doll, and He's gonna bring me back to you." "I don't need God," you told him, fresh tears brimming over your eyes. "I just need you." ch. one | ch. two | ch. three | ch. four | ch. five ch. six | ch. seven

── .✦ SHORT STORIES

match made (12.7k words) congressman!bucky x matchmaker!reader as a politician, bucky can no longer be caught swiping around on dating apps. sam decides to sign up his romantically stunted friend for a more sophisticated service instead. locked in (15.2k words) congressman!bucky x matchmaker!reader — sequel to match made you and your boyfriend have been together for a strong nineteen months and counting. problem is, you’re starting to notice he’s hiding things from you.

── .✦ ONE-SHOTS

mission partners (14.9k words) avengers!bucky x avengers!reader you have no idea why bucky has a deep rooted hatred for you. you two are paired up for a mission, and you find yourself facing the demons of your past while having to deal with bucky's mood swings.

runaway (19.5k words) thunderbolts!bucky x mom!reader bucky comes face to face with his last living relative from his family tree, and it's an eight year old little girl running away from her adopted mom.

siren's song (10.9k words) avengers!bucky x avengers!reader bucky hears music through the vents of his room every single night, but the team refuses to tell him for his own protection. after all, they know the music is coming from you- a secret member of the team, who happens to be able to control minds.

love, persevering (11.5k words) bucky x agent!reader grief, trauma, and a broken heart is an unstable platform for a relationship to thrive on, and neither you nor bucky ever made it clear what your relationship actually was.

faded, but not forgotten (10.2k words) wintersoldier!bucky x blackwidow!reader chosen for a special hybrid program between the red room and hydra, you find yourself being trained by the winter soldier himself. you continue to watch as the numbers dwindle around you while the soldier seeks you out for help.

passion project (11.6k words) bucky x bestfriend!reader as bucky’s best friend, you had the honor of being subjected to his constant teasing and charms, none of which you thought were truthful. it all comes to a head when he starts distancing himself from you after a night out.

insatiable (10.7k words) steve&bucky x assistant!reader you're in charge of keeping the avengers schedule clean and functioning properly. what happens when two super soldiers divert from what their original plans are, and you walk in on them getting it on? now, they won't leave you alone.

hold on (even if it's fake) (12.5k words) new avengers!bucky x new avengers!reader public interaction with the new avengers has never been worse, and all of valentina's previous PR stunts have effectively failed, and only caused the team to become walking memes rather than heroes. in a last ditch effort to save face, valentina proposes a new plan: make the leader of the thunderbolts publicly date a member of the original avengers team.

── .✦ BLURBS

coming soon...

── .✦ currently working on... (but not in order) - secret dating trope - we're dating?? vs. we've been dating... - in this life ch. 8

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[a-hermit-pining]

LaDS in Hogwarts AU

AN: Hi anon, thank you for requesting. This was an awesome one to write. Some of these could be multi chaptered but alas I am a woman of few words and even meagre attention span.

Request: a request!! harry potter au :D love and deepspace and harry potter are my two favourites ^^ thank you!!!

Pairing: LaDS boys x gn reader

Ingredients: 100% Fluff (damn, this is rare)

My Fav: Sylus and Caleb...this is a trend (tell me which ones you like pls)

Xavier:

He is the legacy Slytherin. Pureblood prince of a faraway kingdom, the kind with a family vault older than the castle and buildings named after them.

He sleeps through class but still scores the highest. Doesn’t take notes, but his potions always come out textbook perfect, somehow even better than the textbook.

Even Snape, ever the grump, seems to favor him.

He was your enemy. At least, he was supposed to be.

The nepo baby. The one who walked into Hogwarts with an heirloom wand and a last name that made professors stand up straighter.

You, who ran away from home for magic, scraping together acceptance letters and scholarships, walking into the castle with nerves and nothing else. You, who earned your place.

You hated him. Hated how the system seemed built for boys like him. How Slytherin’s points climbed every time he so much as blinked. How he didn’t fight for the respect he got. He just had it.

And worst of all? He was nice.

Quietly. Gently. Infuriatingly nice.

He held doors open without thinking. Helped carry books for first-years. Always paired with the struggling students in class because, “Well, they need a win, don’t they?”

He never rubbed it in. Never gloated. Never treated you like you were less, which made it worse, somehow. Because you wanted to hate him. Needed to.

But then he looked at you, really looked at you, and smiled like you were someone worth smiling at.

And that… was the beginning of the end.

Rafayel:

You sighed when yet another chair was dragged next to yours at the Hogwarts staff table. At this rate, they might just push you off the end completely.

But alas, such is the fate of a muggle-subjects professor in a school where “Calculus” might as well be a curse word. You’re used to the disinterest, the disapproval. The dark arts will always win over derivatives.

You’re halfway through mentally drafting your resignation letter when the new professor takes his seat, by replacing his legs with an enormous siren tail and dramatically splashing half your legroom away.

"Hello," he says, smiling with too many teeth. "Rafayel. Art professor. Lovely to meet you."

You stare. Shake his webbed hand. Stammer your name.

And then it hits you.

Arts. No magic.

Another outsider. Well—not quite the same. But close enough.

To your complete dismay, Rafayel’s subject is met with none of the disdain yours is. Students flock to his class like he’s handing out enchanted paintbrushes dipped in prophecy. Somehow, he’s the cool muggle professor.

You want to be mad.

But he keeps bringing you snacks during staff meetings. And drawing you in charcoal between grading.

So maybe you forgive him. A little.

Zayne:

“Classroom windows need to be elevated above the two-foot mark,” the man drones, leading you through Hogwarts like he built it himself.

The Ministry has to be trolling you. There’s no other explanation for sending him again.

Zayne. The most regulation-obsessed official alive. The man who’s turned passive-aggression into an Olympic sport.

“Yes, of course, Zayne,” you smile with false sweetness. “Filch and I will get right on it.” (Translation: I will do it while Filch glares and mutters about unions.)

He ignores you. Of course he does. Groundskeepers aren’t worth Ministry time.

Then he stops, turns, and hands you a thick folder. “Every storage hinge in the castle needs to be updated to a new spell protocol. Instructions inside.”

You want to hurl it at his head.

Instead, you smile. “Got it.”

What you don’t know: Zayne spent weeks compiling that list. Researching every obscure policy he could dig up.

All just to have an excuse to come talk to you.

He even bribed Filch to stay out of the way.

So that later, when you’re elbow-deep in cursed cabinet screws, he can show up with dinner.

Professionally, of course.

He’s not an amateur.

Sylus:

The newest Defense Against the Dark Arts professor was… a piece of work.

Many a student, mostly girls, a few brave boys, and one very dramatic portrait on the third floor, called him a work of art.

You agreed.

Which was fair, considering you hired him.

Sylus. Your oldest friend. Keeper of far too many of your secrets. Former war general, occasional assassin, and man bound by an ancient oath not to die. Because of course he is.

Was it an HR nightmare? Absolutely.

Did it matter? Not even a little.

You’re the principal with the most peaceful term Hogwarts has seen in decades. No cursed classrooms. No dark lords. No goblin incidents in the West Tower.

They can’t afford to question your hiring decisions, not when it’s working. Even if “working” currently includes the students placing bets on whether the two of you are dating, dueling, or doomed.

There are whispers. Screams, really. Squeals in the hallways every time Sylus leans a little too close during staff meetings. Every time he calls you, by your name, letting go of the official address, with that knowing smile that turns half the seventh-years into puddles.

You pretend not to notice. You also pretend not to see the doodles left behind in your healing arts studies classroom, little hearts drawn in ink, a chemical formula twisted cleverly into your ship name.

"Ten points to Ravenclaw," you murmur with a smirk, holding up the notebook for him to see.

Caleb:

They called it the sweetest story in Diagon Alley.

The Quidditch coach who kept showing up at the same little pub after every match, “for the butterbeer,” he claimed.

(He absolutely couldn’t handle it. Turned red after two sips. Giggled after three. Once tried to do a victory dance and knocked over an entire broom display.)

And the innkeeper, you, who always kept a room open. “Just in case,” you said, as if he wasn’t the reason you looked out the window every Friday night.

Together, you became the unofficial mom and dad to every half-injured, half-homesick player who passed through. Post-win snacks. Pep talks before tryouts. Holiday dinners for those who didn’t go home.

You weren’t just a couple. Your relationship was a blessing.

So of course, when Caleb finally proposed, it had to be with the team. After a big win. Pub packed, cheers echoing off the enchanted ceiling.

He slipped the ring into your butterbeer. A cute idea, in theory.

But you’d just taken a deep sip when he got down on one knee.

Cue: choking, gasping, sputtering.

Half the league panicked. Someone shouted, “She’s dying!” And Caleb, red-faced and frantic, performed the Heimlich in front of two full tables of junior league athletes and at least one reporter.

The ring did come out. Eventually.

You said yes, coughing.

He cried anyway. Ugly, happy, overjoyed tears.

[skywalkoverme]

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮

a/n: Request made by anon here! This was a fun concept babe. Thank you for sending it in. Mwah! (Didn't want to use a bloody face lol so torso it is.)

𐙚 Anakin Skywalker/Darth Vader x Wife Fem! Reader 𐙚

Summary: Vader's reconstruction surgery.

Warnings/contains: Fluff, angst, original AU, relationship dynamics, mentions of death/near-death, mentions of blood/gore, proof read-- english is not my first language!

Word Count: 1.3k // More soon on my Master list! + follow & reblog pls

Every step you took echoed in the empty halls. The train of your black dress swayed on the ground behind you. Nervously, you picked at the skin beneath your nails, not regarding the fresh manicure. Every breath you took was more stiff than the last; ‘in and out’ you reminded yourself as you stood outside of the medical bay. “…go inside.” You muttered to yourself.

73 Hours Before

You sat beside your husband, slowly feeding him as he faced the window. His eyes surveyed the planet beneath with cruel judgement in his eyes. You faced the opposite way, offering him a variety of fruits from the locals. “Here, honey.” He opened his mouth for your fingers. “Doctor Inu said it would be best for you to try the—”

“I…do not like…their food.” He said sternly through breaths.

“You like the fruit.”

“That’s different.” You stroked his cheek. He’s not fond of warm foods because it makes him feel rushed then disappointed when he can’t finish in an appropriate time. You knew this but every few weeks, you liked to offer. Your thumb ran over his skin; when you felt your eyes prick with tears, you always looked away. It would annoy him to see you cry over his condition-- “My right arm keeps stalling. It was hard to write yesterday.” His monotone words cut through your thoughts.

“I’ll tell the technician.” You lay your head on his shoulder and hold his waist from behind. He always felt neutral about your touches but today, he lay his hand on top of yours. “We are here by the fates, my dear. These Doctors mean well and soon you’ll—”

He shushed you and continued to watch the animals run in their herd on the field below. “Look.” He whispered. You watched with him as the foreign, strange and beautiful animals leaped over the small canals of water and rocks. The minutes ticked by and more animals passed, insects flew past the windows and his soldiers did their rounds around the home. “It’s…quiet.” You nodded, your eyes on his. “How long will we be here?”

“Two moons after your surgeries for proper recovery.” He nods once. Three soft knocks could be heard at the entrance to the bedroom. “I’ll speak to them.” He continued to face the window as he hid his face. You opened the door, your eyes were met with the head doctor of the facility and two nurses, “How can we help you?”

The head doctor smiled, “My Lady.” The three bowed and rose. “I wanted to inform you personally that the last of the emergency anesthetics has been delivered.”

“Thank you for letting me know.”

“May we confirm you and the Lord’s presence at 0800 tomorrow?”

You held the pendant of your necklace, “Yes, we will be there. Please be sure to keep the lights dimmed until he under the anesthesia and after the surgery.” They nodded in sync.

“O- of course, my lady! It’s in my notes.”

You dismissed them and stood in the corridor to observe your husband.  Three years. Only three years have passed since you wed the Lord. The pendant around your neck rubbed against your fingers as you began to overthink the future. You wanted to be by his side throughout the entire surgery but even you couldn’t bear the thought of possibly losing him…and so soon. “…my pillow.” Vader looked around the bedroom for his favorite neck pillow. You went through the closet and found it before helping him lay back.

“You should really start keeping up with this thing.”

“It’s the help you hired.” He said gruffly, “They keep moving it.” You smiled and shook your head. “This is serious.”

“I’m sure it is, you grouch.” You lay beside him in bed and held his sides once more. His hand rose and planted on the top of your head. He gently pets you before laying back.

He would never admit it, but he feared death; more than anyone in the galaxy, he feared risks. Tomorrow’s surgery for his facial reconstruction has a risk of death. No greater risk than the other ones he has experienced over the course of the year but still…frightening. You could never place your finger on what it was that he felt. Never in a million years would you had guessed fear. Regardless, you soaked in the moments of affection he gave you; They were always short lived and quiet moments; now more than ever, you appreciated it.

Present

You let the sleeves of your dress fall as you stood outside the operating room. He wasn’t in there anymore, but you couldn’t bring yourself to walk past it and to his room. The nurses at the front desk watched your hesitation however they could never understand the predicament you were in.

You’d never seen his “first” face…of course you heard stories about who he used to be and descriptions of what he looked like, but it all became a blur in your mind; all mushed to one and rolled out.

“It’s room nine.”

“I know!” You spat bitterly at the nurse. She flinched from behind the desk and bowed her head. You didn’t mean to be rude…it wasn’t like you. “…as you were.”

You sighed deeply and bit your tongue, slowly walking into the dimly lit room. His hospital bed rests behind a sheer white curtain, the sound of machinery beeping filled the room. You shut the door behind you and stood on the opposite side of the curtain. You shut your eyes and listened to the sound of his exhales. “…thank the force.” You whispered.

“…[Y/N].” He called out softly with the sound of relief on his tongue. You drew back the curtain and stood beside him. A sad laugh erupted from your throat, “What is it?” You whimpered, holding your hands out to him, confused and unable to form a sentence. “[Y/N]?” His thoughts, and memories clouded by the anesthetics in his system.

“I’ I’m sorry.” Your eyes traced his delicate features… “May I?” He agreed and you lay on the hospital bed with him, your fingers lingered on his jaw, up to his nose…from his brow bone to his temple. His eyes narrowed and his lips pressed, “What is the matter?” You asked. You’re looking at him differently. The way your lips parted, and eyebrows were relaxed… your [E/C] eyes admired his in a warm, nearly sensual way.

“I…I don’t know.” He said breathily and held his forehead. His hand made a familiar creak sound when his fingers clutched.

You sighed and hugged his head to your chest. “I missed you.” Maybe it was because of his fear while being under the knife or something related, however, seeing your face, hearing your voice… he felt grateful. For the first time in years, he had a will to live, someone to live for. Your black lace dress drew up your hips, long [dark/light] hair created a veil over you and him as you enveloped him in your arms.  

The corners of his mouth twitched.

You missed him. As in, you were thinking of him. Just the same as he was thinking of you. His skin felt the warmth of your bosom and pressed deeper onto you. Your hand held his shoulder, the other on the back of his neck. You didn’t mind the feel of his soft fingers as they clung to your sides, one hand on your left breast. Each of his exhales were released onto your skin as you straddled him.

As he looked into your eyes, he knew you felt something for him that he had yet to feel for you. Gleams filled your eyes as they pooled with tears. A certain restraint you once held released as he held you tighter. “I- I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to.” You wiped your face with two fingertips, dark kohl ran down your cheeks.

“Why are you sorry?”

‘For crying. You hate when I cry.’ You thought as he curiously tilted his head. “Nothing. Are you hungry? You may only have soft foods or liquids.” You muttered against his hair.

“…I could eat. But I’d prefer staying…like this.” He let out a small whine as his nose sunk between your breasts.

a/n: "The Backwoods" is still being edited so I'll post that request June 12th. Thx for the patience!

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[a-ikus]

THE bell fixed atop the door rings delicately, announcing your entry to the clerk stocking the shelf closest to the counter, just beneath a sign with a bright (haphazardly cut) paper sign reading STAFF PICKS! browsing the shelf, one of the features titles catches your attention. you bring the VHS case to the counter, the clerk smiling warmly at you before scanning the faded, aged barcode, "good choice."

NOTES: welcome to my blog/housewarming party!! this was going to be my 3rd year anniversary event on the 26th of april but since my last storefront was burnt to the ground by evil arsonists (read: previous blog was terminated lmao) i switched it to be a blogwarming event instead

luckily i was able to save a few vhs's and trinkets from the ashes of my old blog — this is mostly just a big writing exercise! i haven't written in a while with all of the drama and move and a fresh start is the perfect excuse to host a little drabble event, i hope you find something you like in my little store!!

io's VHS store is CURRENTLY [OPEN] NO SHOES, NO SHIRT, NO SERVICE !

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MASTERLIST + ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN [tba]

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GENERAL DISCLAIMERS!: *the themes are general tropes to expect, something listed as sfw can be requested to be nsfw and vice versa but bear in mind the overall themes of the movie will be in the drabble eg: X as only the nsfw aspects not the horror ones or vice versa but this choice cannot be made into a sfw piece *prompts may not follow the plot to a T, i haven't seen some of these movies/shows but generally it will share themes with your choice but drabbles may not exactly follow the listed plot

X: a group of actors set out to make an adult film under the noses of their reclusive hosts, but when the elderly couple catches their guests in the act, the cast finds themselves in a desperate fight for their lives. — EXPECTED THEMES: nsfw and/or horror, amateur porn + voyeurism

THE SECRETARY: a timid young woman starts working for a demanding lawyer and finds a new way to deal with her urges. — EXPECTED THEMES: nsfw, d/s dynamics; orgasm control, bratting, omo, spanking, etc

THE BEAR: a talented young chef named carmen "carmy" inherits his family italian beef sandwich shop after the death of his older brother. — EXPECTED THEMES: nsfw, restaurant au, i'll be honest i haven't seen this i just want to fuck a chef, this is pure lust driving me

JOHN TUCKER MUST DIE: after discovering they are all dating the same guy, three popular students from different cliques band together for revenge, enlisting the help of the new girl in town and conspire to break the jerk's heart, while destroying his reputation. — EXPECTED THEMES: nsfw, fake dating, toxic relationship + humiliation

JENNIFER'S BODY: when a demon takes possession of her, high-school hottie jennifer turns a hungry eye on guys who never stood a chance with her before. while jennifer satisfies her appetite for human flesh with the school's male population, her nerdy friend, needy, learns what's happening and vows to put an end to it. — EXPECTED THEMES: nsfw and/or horror, succubi, sacrificial sex + fear play

THE THING: in remote antarctica, a group of research scientists are disturbed at their base camp by a helicopter shooting at a sled dog. when they take in the dog, it brutally attacks human beings and canines in the camp and they discover the beast can assume the shape of its victims. a polite and doctor lead the crew in a desperate, gory battle against the vicious creature before it picks them all off. one by one. — EXPECTED THEMES: horror and/or nsfw, doppelgängers + came back wrong

LOVE ROSIE: rosie and alex have been best friends since they were 5, so they couldn't possibly be right for each other — or could they? when it comes to love, life and making the right choices, these two are their own worst enemies. — EXPECTED THEMES: sfw, friends to lovers, missed chances + miscommunication

BUFFALO 66: convict billy brown dreads going home so much upon his release from prison that he tries to get back inside. in desperation, he kidnaps layla from a tap dancing class and pleads with her to impersonate his wife and to accompany him home to visit his parents. — EXPECTED THEMES: nsfw/dark content, fake dating, threatening, another choice i made with my pussy i will not lie

ABOUT TIME: when tim lake is 21, his father tells him a secret: the men in their family can travel through time. although he can't change history, tim resolves to improve his life by getting a girlfriend. he meets mary, falls in love and finally wins her heart via time-travel and a little cunning. — EXPECTED THEMES: sfw, time travel + pining

10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU: kat stratford is beautiful, smart and abrasive to most of her fellow teens, meaning that she doesn't attract many boys. unfortunately for her younger sister, house rules say that she can't date until kat does, so strings are pulled to set the damsel up for a romance. soon kat crosses paths with handsome new arrival patrick verona. — EXPECTED THEMES: sfw/nsfw, fake dating, enemies to lovers + mean girl x bad boy

ROMEO + JULIET: the capulets and the montagues are two rival gangs. juliet is attending a costume ball thrown by her parents. her father has arranged her marriage to the boorish paris as part of a strategic investment plan. romeo attends the masked ball and he and juliet fall in love at first sight. — EXPECTED THEMES: sfw/nsfw, forbidden love, cheating + exhibitionism

SET IT UP: two overworked and underpaid assistants come up with a plan to get their bosses off their backs by setting them up with each other. — EXPECTED THEMES: sfw/nsfw, workplace love, friends to lovers + mutual pining

PONYO: during a forbidden excursion to see the surface world, a goldfish princess encounters a human boy named sosuke, who gives her the name ponyo. ponyo longs to be human, and as her friendship with sosuke grows, she becomes more and more humanlike. ponyo's father brings her back to their ocean kingdom, but so strong is ponyo's wish to live on the surface that she breaks free. — EXPECTED THEMES: sfw, childhood romance + friends to strangers to lovers

YOU: following joe goldberg, a bookstore manager in new york, who meets guinevere beck, an aspiring writer, with whom he becomes immediately infatuated. to feed his sociopathic obsession, he soon turns to social media and technology to track her presence and eliminate any possible obstacles that stand in the way of their romance. — EXPECTED THEMES: dark content and/or nsfw, stalking/yandere + voyeurism

CLUELESS: shallow, rich and socially successful, cher is at the top of her high school's pecking scale. emboldened by her matchmaking success, she decides to give hopelessly klutzy new student, tai a makeover. when tai becomes more popular than she is, cher realises that her disapproving ex-stepbrother was right about how misguided she was — and falls for him. — EXPECTED THEMES: dark content and/or nsfw, stepcest, this is only here for stepbrother smut i'll be real lmao

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[7ndipity]

Them With An Autistic S/o

Ot7 x Reader

Summary: How the members would handle/react to their S/o being on the spectrum.

Warnings: Mentions of sensory issues, feeling over/under stimulated, depression, meltdowns, stimming.

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! This is a list I’ve actually wanted to write for a while, but I’d been slightly nervous/unsure about it. But as someone who’s also on the spectrum, I know how much comfort similar posts from other blogs have brought me! I also tried to keep this one a bit lighter, since someone asked for a separate list about meltdowns/shutdowns, but if there’s any specific reactions/hcs like this that you guys want, let me know! (Please note that these are based off my own knowledge/experience, so I’m sorry if they don’t fit for everyone)

Masterlist

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Jin:

I feel like he’d be slightly confused and worried at first because he’s not sure what to do/how to help you, but once you explain a bit more, he gets a lot more comfortable, and really is such a good caregiver when he needs to be.

Catches onto your different stims pretty quickly and what each one means.

Like, y’all have whole conversations solely through funny little hums and stim noises.

Really good at reading and matching your mood/energy. You wanna talk about the Mayans nonstop for two hours? Cool! You want to just sit silently and do nothing? Also cool!

He’s really good at normalizing your symptoms and making them seem like nbd(because to him, they aren’t) Food sensitivities? He’s got them too! You hate loud noises and crowds? Same Honey, let’s get the fuck outta here! He knows they’re not quite the same thing, of course, but if it makes you feel more comfortable and safe being your true, unmasked self with him, then that’s all that matters to him.

Really good at calming you down when you feel overwhelmed or on the verge of meltdown.

Does his absolute best to bring your mood up whenever you’re struggling or feeling really down, pulling out his best dad jokes(even if they don’t make sense to you), bringing your favorite snacks, etc.

Yoongi:

I think he would handle it really well. Does his research after you tell him, and asks you about it casually during dates/hangouts.

So fucking respectful of your boundries. If you prefer to have your own space, he’s totally fine letting you do your own thing. If you need more closeness and cuddles, he’s all over that too, letting you sit right next to him while he works.

Not only lets you rant about your special interests, but makes the effort to take interest in them and asks questions. Randomly buys you little things related to them.

He’s so calming and soothing when you’re feeling stressed or overstimulated, understanding whenever you randomly need rest or quiet time(stress nap buddies)

Keeps things like extra sunglasses and headphones in his bag for you, just in case you forget yours.

Would have a lot of fun if you have audio stims, letting you listen to his new songs because your reactions and enthusiasm are so cute to him. Makes you panning audios as gifts.

Always there to look out for you whenever executive dysfunction decides to kick your ass. Washes the dishes, doing the laundry, restocking your safe foods, etc. He would also be really good at body doubling.

Hobi:

I honestly think he would be really good with an S/O on the spectrum. Like, he literally designed Mang, who is soo ND coded like omg😭, so I think he would be able to understand you really well.

(if you haven’t seen the videos of him talking about Mang’s personality and character traits during the re-design process last year, pls go watch them, I almost cried)

Loves buying you new fidgets and stim toys whenever he finds new ones to try(he even has a collection of chewlery that he wears bc he thinks they’re neat).

Is really good reading you and distracting you when you start to get overstimulated or anxious, sometimes noticing before you do.

Lowkey protective over you in spaces and situations he knows are stressful for you, positioning himself next to you whenever he spots things he knows bother you.

You know how Yoongi described him as a vitamin? That’s how it is for you now too.💛

He’s so stimmy himself, so he would find a lot of your stims really relatable and endearing. Like, if you start happy stimming, he can’t help but join right in, bouncing or squealing with you. It makes him so happy that you feel comfortable enough with him to share those parts of yourself with him.

Namjoon:

Instantly super supportive when you told him, making an effort to research on his own, as well as listening to your personal experiences to understand as much as possible.

Happily sits and lets you info-dump about your special interests. He honestly loves seeing you so passionate and animated about whatever you’re talking about and loves getting a glimpse into how your mind works(it was probably during one of these moments that he realized he was in love with you)

Surprisingly good pebbler, he’s always finding cool rocks or shells for your collections.

Doesn’t mind speaking for you on days when you’re nonverbal.

The sweetest when you’re feeling overstimulated. He closes all the curtains to make it dark and cozy and sits with you, talking as softly as needed or not talking at all, tapping your hand gently now and then to let you know he’s still there.

Soo protective over you, almost to a fault at times. Like, you might have to scold him once or twice about babying you, but he really doesn’t mean to, he just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy.

The world feels a lot less scary tho with him next you. You know if you need anything, he’s got your back.

Jimin:

The softest boi🥺 He was honestly a little scared when you first told him, because he didn’t want to do anything wrong and was worried he wouldn’t be ‘good’ at looking after you, but he quickly relaxed and grew more confident as he learned more from you.

The best comforter when you’re feeling overwhelmed or depressed, full of quiet reassurances and long hugs(if you’re okay with those). He’ll gladly cuddle with you under your weighted blanket for however long you need to feel better.

Literally set up a little “nest” for you at his place with a like beanbag chair and your favorite types of blankets/pillows, so you have your own place to just ‘be’ and recoup when you need it.

Carries fidget toys and sensory aids like sunglasses and headphones with him at all times, just in case you need them.

Really good at communicating with you on days when you’re nonverbal, whether through texts or little notes(which he always adds little doodles on to make your smile😊)

Makes sure you never feel guilty or like a burden to him for letting him in on those tougher days. If anything, they make him love you even more because of the trust you have in him.

It really makes him feel so proud and happy inside that you find so much comfort in his presence and that he gets to take care of you.💜

Taehyung:

Another that I think would be particularly good with a neurodivergent S/O. Like, everyone jokes about how he’s weird, so I think he’d love that you’re both your kind of own unique kinds of ‘weird’.

Happily rewatches your favorite comfort shows/films with you, and speaks in fluent film quotes with you.

Loves when you fidget and stim with his hands or fingers.

If you like pressure stims, he’s a dream come true. Like, the man’s a living weighted blanket, so when you basically give him a doctor's note for cuddles? He’s never gonna let you go.

As relaxed as he might come across sometimes tho, he’s super observant of your stims and triggers and takes it so seriously whenever you start feeling overwhelmed or stressed.

It doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing, if you need a break, he’s getting you to a quiet place where you can sit and just recalibrate.

Rivals Jin and Yoongi for top spot in the acts of service department on your bad days, making sure you eat properly, doing any household chores that need done. He even learned how to wash your weighted blanket so you don’t have to.

Jungkook:

Was definitely a little lost and overwhelmed when you first explained everything to him, but he really takes it in stride and tries to learn as much as possible to help make things easier for you where he can.

The King of comfort squeezes. Like you’ve seen his arms, he gives the best hugs, I just know it(especially on those “the weighted blanket isn't enough, I need a hydraulic press” days)

Loves learning about your special interests. Like, It’s no longer just your special interest, it’s our special interest. He’s even studying and finding things for it on his own to surprise you with.

Honestly plays with some of your fidget toys more than you do, lol! You might even end up giving him a few of his favorites😊

Gets super happy and smiley whenever you get echolalia of his songs.

Another member of the protective squad, ain’t no bad stimuli getting to his baby if he can help it!

The gentlest with you when you're overstimulated or having a tough day. Anything you need, he’ll do without question. All he cares about is making sure that you feel safe and comfortable🥺

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[fayedintoyou]

HEYY so I love your writing and have been stalking your account since yesterday 🤭 I checked and I saw ur request were open so I figured I’d shoot my shot and send a request but if you’re not interested it’s totally fine !!

I saw that you don’t have Harry on ur master list so idk if you take request for him? So I won’t request smth for him here but if you do write for him pls lmk !!

Ok now my actual request, can you write smth for Theodore Nott x fem!reader where reader is like tough and usually goes against the grain of what other people are doing and for once she decides to actually go to a party when a Some Guy starts hitting on her and she’s like obviously very not into it Theo confronts the guy and gets into a fight with him.

Like maybe they’ve known each other since they were young and when they got to hogwarts they grew apart bc they were in different houses but Theo has been like hardcore crushing on her for years lol. And like after he gets into the fight she cleans him up in the bathroom and is all like “you didn’t have to do that I can take care of myself” and he’s all like “yah I know” but feeling smug bc she’s blushing or smth and he’s all happy bc yah it’s been a while but maybe he still has a chance and doesn’t just have to watch her from afar forever 🤭

SORRY this is so long but I have been having Theo brain rot and this idea has been floating in my head for a couple days now

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A/N: yk what i didn’t think i would but i WILL write for harry, send it in anon 🫂 also this request is so good pls gif cred: @possession

Pairings: Theodore Nott x Fem!Non-Slytherin!Reader

Summary: Battered and bruised, Theo misses you like hell and now seems like a great time to tell you. 1.5k words

Warnings: fluff, theo gets in a physical fight, unsolicited flirting, cursing, tw blood/wounds, kissing, lots of ‘bellissima’, soo much pining

"What's she doing here?" Mattheo welcomes Pansy with a kiss on the cheek, leering at you like he's amused by your presence.

"I convinced her to show up, so pretty please don't scare her away," Pansy coos, patting him on the shoulder before disappearing towards the couches.

"It’s a your lucky day," he huffs, guiding you towards the sound of drunken laughter and song. "I know someone who's dying to see you."

"Don't we all," you tease. By the looks of it, he's leading you into the belly of the beast—a group of Slytherin boys crowded around a brassy gramophone. "So, who exactly is dying to see me?"

"Don’t play dumb, sweetheart... you know who," he whispers before slinking off to find a drink.

"Mattheo!" you shout, "Coglione." Maybe you should hunt Pansy down. She's the one who forced you to come after all, she deserves to bear witness to your misery.

Theo had no idea you were coming. If he had, he might've tried a little harder to impress. You look just as beautiful as the last time you ignored him, and it's not helping his crush in the slightest. Over the years, he's grown a real talent for watching you from afar. Since the sorting hat took you away from him, it's all he can do any more, and suffice to say, he misses you like hell even now.

As he's mulling it over in his head, you glance over at him. He thinks your gaze will dart away like it always does while he take a drag of his cigarette. But you wave. You hold up your hand and wave. At him. And he nods back like some nonchalant idiot. He loves the way your eyes always seem to sparkle just before you look away.

Theo waits until you've visibly relaxed to approach you. And just as he's mustering up the courage to leave his chair, Graham Montague spills his drink down your shirt.

"Shit," Graham pants, stumbling forward and clasping onto your waist for dear life. He looks down at your top—or rather, down your top—and chuckles to himself. "Might actually be an improvement."

"You smell like piss," you say. He palms your shoulder and laughs, leaning closer to mumble low in your ear.

"Does that mean you like it?" His fingers flex against your collar bone and trail up the length of your neck. You want to vomit.

Just then, his body falls limp to the ground with a thud, and you gasp, turning to see Theo looming beside you.

"Theo!" you shout, but he gently sweeps you aside, falling to his knees and taking a fistful of Graham's soiled collar.

"Get off of me—ow, prick," Graham whines, clawing at Theo's shoulder and reaching to scratch at his face. Theo slams his back hard against the floorboards with a sharp inhale before landing a punch to his face. Graham lets out a yelp and whimpers when Theo stands above him. Theo presses his boot to the palm of Graham's hand.

"Go near her again, and you'll lose your hand entirely," Theo seethes. Mattheo finally yanks him away with a snicker, guiding him to the stairwell. But not before Theo shouts, "Mangia merde e morte."

"Alright, dickhead, I think you've made your point," Mattheo says, squeezing Theo's shoulders as his eyes zip back and forth wildly, looking any and everywhere he can.

"Where is she?"

"Calm down—"

"Mattheo, you know where she is. Tell me," he huffs. If it weren't for the haunted look in his eye, Mattheo would've kept his mouth shut. But he knows how bad his friend needs this. How bad he needs you.

"She's upstairs. Told her she could borrow our bathroom."

"Sei come un fratello per me, thank you," Theo whispers.

"Yeah, yeah," Mattheo says, "you owe me one." Theo leaves him a kiss on the cheek before taking the steps two at a time.

The light from the boys' bathroom seeps through the crack in the door. It's the only light in the whole dorm, and he can see your shadow as it crosses back and forth. He feels like he's out on the field before a championship game or about to take an exam he didn't study for. His hands feel weak when he reaches for the doorknob.

He presses his ear to the door before opening it any further. "May I come in?"

You shuffle around, and he hears you approach the door on tender foot. He can't take the way you open the door and stand back like you're faced with some predator. He hasn't spoken to you in so long, all he wants is to wrap his arms around you and never let go.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Theo?" you say, shutting the door behind him as he goes to sit on the closed toilet seat.

"Don't say that," he says, carding his fingers through his hair. He groans at the pain shooting up his fingers.

You look over him softly. Subtly, so he won't notice, but he's gotten good at noticing you.

"Are you hurt?"

He looks at his knuckles, sprinkled with blood, and feels for the scrape on his cheek.

"No—"

He doesn't have time to explain himself before you're kneeling at his side, dabbing a cold towel against his jaw and tilting his chin up.

"It's worse than you think, Theo," you hum, pressing the damp cloth to the column of his neck as he swallows.

"It's nothing I can't handle."

"You idiot," you say. He hisses when you hold his jaw and turn his head, wiping the shallow gash on his cheek. Most of the blood is not his, which is a good sign. That doesn't stop you from wanting to yell at him, though. He can tell with the way you're frowning as you wet the dried blood on his warm skin.

"I had it under control, you know,” you say.

He can't help but smile at your determination. He always admired that about you. Too stubborn for your own good. And his.

"I know."

Your eyes drift across his brow, narrowly avoiding the eye contact he so craves. He drinks in the curve of your lashes, the sweetness of your cheek, the way your thigh is pushed against his knee.

"He was harmless. And drunk. And you should’ve known better."

"I know," he huffs. You toss the pink-tinged towel into the bowl of the sink.

"We're not kids anymore, I don't need you to protect me." You stay knelt at his feet, focused on your knees digging into the cold tile. It makes you sad to think about you and him like this. You used to be friends. Best friends, in fact, the kind of friends adults would say were 'joined at the hip'. You used to cry over being sorted into different houses, but you got over it. That's life. You figured he moved on and so should you. Maybe neither of you moved on in the end.

"Look at me." His voice startles you out of your thoughts, and you meet his soft green eyes.

"Bellissima..."

"You are such an idiot," you huff. Theo looks down at you like he's been waiting to all his life. Like he's been cursing that very first day since it happened.

"I miss you," he coos, fingers twitching where they're rested on his knees. "I miss having you close to me."

"That's not fair."

"Not fair?"

You look away. "No."

"How?"

Oh, and you hate the way he smiles when he knows he's about to get what he wants. He knows exactly how to get you flustered. That's exactly why he was your first kiss. And your second.

"Come on, bellissima... tell me you miss me," he whispers, leaning his elbows onto his knees to be closer to you. To have his nose brush the tip of your own. He craves the shape of your mouth now more than ever.

Then you look at him. Him and his dastardly grin, how the charm pours out of him in gobs. The hair sweeping across his forehead and how you always catch him looking at you how he is now. Innocent and longing. Like you’re beautiful. Like you’re his again.

“Of course I miss you,” you sob, reaching out to cup his face in your hands, “I miss you, Theo.”

“Oh, bella,” he says, fitting himself into your arms, knees pressed to either side of your own as he slides to the floor. You shudder against his body, and he holds you tighter. “I never want to be without you.”

You pull away just to look at him, his face, the way time has changed him. He has his hands on your waist when you lean in to kiss his cheek. His eyes flutter closed and he waits for another. You swipe your thumb where you’d just pressed your lips, and you kiss the corner of his mouth. He smiles, eyes still gently shut as he manouvres his fingertips to the curve of your bottom lip. And you kiss him.

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[adarafaelbarba]

Request pls: I’m rewatching a final call at forlini’s bar and it’s at the scene where Barba says “I know what it’s like to love someone unconditionally… when you’re ready to stop being betrayed by me, I’ll be here.” What if Olivia gets to that point, but Barba has moved on — with reader. And reader is like, welp sorry, not sorry. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Thanks & spanks!

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Liv had no idea why she was even at his office this late. Actually, scratch that! She knew exactly why she was there, hoping to tie up loose ends and finally talk to Rafael again. It had been some time since he defended Wheatley in court. And after his little speech at Forlini's, Liv had gotten some time to think, to reflect.

So now she found herself looking at the closed door to his office, contemplating if she was going in or knocking first. Going for the latter, she heard soft murmurs on the other side of the door before it opened.

"Yes?" a woman asked, standing between Liv and Rafael, "Can I help you?"

Liv stood there, stunned, wondering who this woman was. Rafael wasn't even looking up, but spoke up nonetheless "Who is it, amor?"

The woman looked at Liv as if to tell her the name. "Hello, Rafael." Liv spoke up finally, and Rafael looked up.

"Captain Benson, what brings you by?"

The way he said her title and last name, when for years he'd called her Olivia or Liv, stung her. "Could we talk? Just the two of us."

The other woman opened the door further, letting Liv in, then she walked over to Rafael. "I'll go buy us dinner, I'll be back in an hour."

Liv nearly ran out of there. "Whatever you have to tell me, Captain Benson, y/n can hear too, I keep no secrets from my fiancée."

She watched him pull her onto his lap, Liv felt deflated. She wanted to apologize for how defensive she'd been, but she was not an audience while doing so. However, he wasn't letting go of her, his fiancée.

"I wanted to apologize for how I'd acted, back when we last spoke--"

"So you're the one who broke Rafael's heart?" y/n asked, looking at Liv.

"Like I said, captain, I keep no secrets from her." His hold tightened on y/n, and it felt like knives twisting inside Liv.

She scanned her mind for what to say next, but nothing came out. until; "I know I was wrong, I tried so hard to hide my feelings, I've been hurt so many times, I didn't want to risk getting hurt by you too--but having had time to reflect, I understand that what you did, it wasn't petty, to get back at me or Elliot, you were proctecting me. I've thought about what you said as well, 'I know what it’s like to love someone unconditionally…', and well" she took a breath "I realized that I have some feelings towards you as well, above the whole friendship thing."

There had been absolutely no prep for what she was gonna tell him, so her words caught even her by surprise. Rafael cleared his throat a little i surprise, "I--uh--thank you for the honesty, and for the apology, but I'm very happy with y/n. I'd be willing to try going back to being friends, if you'd like that, but I'm gonna have to pass on there being anything more between us."

She understood that, of course she did, she wasn't a homewrecker. But being just friends, when her feelings had finally surfaced, she wasn't sure she could manage that, although she suspected that it might be what he's been doing for most of the time when they were still friends.

"Give her time to think about it, babe, poor woman looks like she's been gut punched." y/n murmured, giving Rafael a soft smile that made Liv's stomach churn, and not in a good way.

He looked from y/n to Liv, then nodded, "Of course! take your time. And thanks for stopping by."

~~~

Two weeks later, Rafael recieved a text:

Let's see if we can't still make a friendship work. - Liv

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[f1stargirll]

Conversation friends • Lando Norris

Chapter One

Word count : 2.150k

Hi guys this is my first time ever writing fanfic. I’ve had this idea for a while now and decided write it! So if any of y’all has feedback/ requests or constructive criticism I’ll be more than happy to listen! (or if u just wanna talk i’m here too <3)

Btw English isn’t my first language so don’t be too harsh on me pls🧚🏼‍♀️

Description : slow burn, college!au (enemies to lovers) and more to come.

I’m gonna make it work. I am going to make this work.

Looking around the tiny apartment I had just collected the keys to, the realization that I was finally here, alone, started sinking in slowly. This was going to be my home for the next year, a tiny apartment in a huge city I barely knew anything about, let alone knew anyone in.

It actually looks cozy, and at least it’s conveniently close to the University.

I really am going to make it work. I started unpacking and realized the need for groceries was imminent so I grabbed my keys and headed for the nearest store GoogleMaps indicated to me.

Strolling around the different isles didn’t feel as unfamiliar as I thought it would, I guess Lidl stores are always a relatively universal experience. But after a few minutes in the store, the bright neon lights and the exhaustion from the flight were seeping into my brain and making me slightly overstimulated.

Okay, got the pasta. Now I need pads and tampons and we’ll be good to go.

Mindlessly putting the cardboard box in my cart, I’m suddenly forced to look up from the huge list I had written on my phone when I feel a finger tapping my left shoulder. I quickly remove one of my headphones and turn around to face the person in front of me.

“Do you mind ?”a boy, around my age but slightly taller than I am, faces me and stares at me with an icy expression.

What’s his deal ? Wait he’s kinda…

“You’re in my way”, he spats.

He’s wearing a simple gray hoodie and sweatpants combo and a black cap hiding what seemed to be loose curls, some of them still peeking from underneath it. His baby blue eyes were piercing through me. He kept his airpods in his ears.

“I’m sorry ?” I responded slightly confused, not really hearing him well above Hozier’s new album playing in my ear.

“Do you not understand English?” He removes one of his hands from the pockets of his sweatpants to point at the box of pasta positioned right behind me, “I said you’re in my fucking way, I’ve repeated it 5 times and you’re still standing there like an idiot,” he mutters through gritted teeth, “unlike you, I don’t have all night.”

Oh, he did not just talk to me like this.

“Well there you go, almighty king of Lidl!” I exclaim while handing him the precious item, "your all powerful box of Linguini” I add, fake bowing down in irony, my face burning in anger. The exhaustion from the flight and the move had already made me easily irritable, but this was just the icing on the cake.

“Are you out of your mind?” he asks, snatching the box away from my grasp, “You just have to make a scene, huh? You’re hysterical” he huffs exiting the aisle, a baffled expression on his face.

So now I’m the crazy one? Unbelievable.

God this was the last thing I needed right now.

I sigh in exasperation, not having the strength to run after him and put up a fight.

This is going to be a long year.

Brushing my bangs slightly away from my eyes, I take a step back in my small bathroom to look for any flaws like unblended makeup or toothpaste stains on my outfit. I tend to have those a lot.

Today is my first day of class and an introduction to the daily life I was about to embark on, so looking and feeling good was quite important.

Taking the small commute to the campus, I sit next to Lola, a girl I met at the bus station earlier this morning. She instantly was very kind and helped me find my way, which turned out to be convenient for the both of us since we were heading towards the same classes. I told her about my trip from Paris and how I was here for a year abroad and she told me all about her dreams of visiting my hometown. We talked for the whole ride and exchanged Instagrams. Lola was a ray of sunshine, a gleam of light in this anxiety-inducing morning.

She also looked like the perfect representation of the sunshine; her hair a polar blond color, eyes as blue as the Mediterranean sea and a porcelain skin adorned with beautiful yet irregular freckles.

Having her by my side for the first classes felt really comforting and I was relieved to find out we shared most of our semester’s classes together. We were both English majors, and since she was here last year she had promised to help me with anything I wouldn’t understand; as I said, a ray of sunshine. We spent the day learning all about this year’s curriculum and all the work we were about to achieve.

Heading towards my last class of the day, the first meeting of what was called “Conversation Friends”. It was a program I had applied to while enrolling here, international students meeting local students once a week to exchange in English or the student’s native language. A program created to help international students better their English and make new connections.

Not knowing anyone here, I thought it would be a great opportunity to make a friend, share a nice moment and discover the city better.

But Lola warned me not to get too excited since most students in the university only did it to gain extra credit or even get a quick hookup out of it. Fine with me, people can do whatever they want, I believe I’ll still get to meet someone nice.

I like to think of myself as a pretty open person so it shouldn’t be too hard to connect with whoever it’ll turn out to be.

Walking into the amphitheater, I decide to choose a seat in the middle row and take out my notebook to write down some notes. Looking around, I can see a lot of different students from every corner of the earth and I suddenly feel a wave of comfort knowing I’m not the only one who left home for this new adventure.

“Is this seat taken?”a boy with a thick Australian accent asks while pointing to the seat on my left.

“Not at all, it’s all yours”I responded with a smile which he returned. And boy did he return it. That man was all teeth, and nose. I extended my hand to introduce myself, “my name is y/n, I’m guessing you’re Australian right?”.

He took my hand and shook it earnestly, “You’re good! I’m Daniel, nice to meet you”.

He sat next to me and we started getting to know each other quickly. Daniel seemed really kind and was really funny. I learned that he was majoring in geography (didn’t even realize that was a thing) and lives in the complex right in front of mine. He also has a passion for karting (didn’t know that was a thing either).

He’s cute. Daniel is really cute. With his little brown curls, sparkly eyes, and his smile, so big it could resuscitate a dying dentist.

He told me a little more about the program too since he had been part of it last year in a university in Montreal. He informed me that our partners were going to be chosen randomly and that we’re not allowed to change if we don’t get along.

That sucks. I hope my partner’s gonna be nice or funny, or both like Daniel. Well not just like Daniel but at least a little like Daniel, why do I keep talking about Daniel ? Daniel’s just really cute.

“So, how do you like it here so far?”he asks, crossing his long legs in front of him.

“Well, I’ve only been here for two days so I really couldn’t tell you much. I yelled at this very rude guy when I went shopping yesterday, all for some Linguini.” He questions my answer with an amused expression in his eyes.”I also met this really nice girl, Lola, she reminds me of you a little bit actually, must be the golden retriever energy.” I smile as I answer his question, feeling grateful for my encounter with the blonde this morning. At least.

“So you’re calling me a dog, after I’ve been nothing but kind, that’s what you’re doing? Wow y/n, wow.” He replies with a dramatic hand on his chest and a goofy smile on his face. “Can’t believe you fought over pasta.”

On the main stage, a professor clears his throat into the mic, telling us that the meeting is about to start. He then takes the first ten minutes to inform us on all the details of the program, like how partners have to meet at least once a week, on campus or in cultural instances like museums, cinemas or parks, some of which will be organized by the university and thus mandatory.

As if you have to ask me twice to go out for a movie, whoever it’s with and whatever the movie is, oh baby I am going to be in that seat eating my sweet popcorn. Except for horror movies, can’t watch those. I’m scared of everything horror or creepy, I can't even watch children’s movies like The Nightmare Before Christmas or Caroline.

The clanking of two fish bowls on the professor’s desks takes me out of my thoughts and I realize that he’s really about to pull out our names and assign us to partners like it’s the sunday lottery.

This is going to be very entertaining.

“Please stand up when I call out your name so your partner can see you as well,“ the professor instructs us.

His hand mixes around the first bowl of tiny pieces of paper and pulls out the first name “Daniel Ricciardo” he says into the mic, looking around for the Australian boy sitting next to me.

Daniel stands up proudly, waving at everyone in the audience like he’s on stage at a beauty pageant. His partner is next, a charming Asian boy called Alex, who was sitting front row and turned around to find Daniel and waved at him aggressively.

These two look like they’re about to have a lot of fun. Lucky Daniel.

Of course my name came up last, because why wouldn’t it ? I stand up as I hear my name being called out and let my eyes investigate the remaining students in the room, until I see him.

Fucking Linguini.

“Lando Norris” I simultaneously hear over the speakers as I see the boy who disrespected me in the middle of shopping yesterday stand up from his seat.

This can’t be real, this is a practical joke.

As his eyes meet mine I can see the smile he previously wore on his face disappear and make way for disgust as his brain processed how I looked so familiar.

The audacity of that man.

“Perfect! Apparently now everybody is paired with their partners,” the professor smiles in contentment, “now if every pair could please make its way to the front of the room to sign the register.”

As I make my way over to the front of the room, I see my so-called partner bolting towards the professor and hear him babbling about how he can’t be my partner and begs to trade with someone else.

“Norris, we both know you can’t afford to miss out on the extra credit, and the pairs have already been established, there’s no negotiation” the professor answers him sternly.

I can’t believe it. He was the one who was bad-mannered and almost verbally assaulted me in the middle of the store for nothing! I was actually considering putting this behind us to start the program on a good note and give him a chance but apparently that would be in vain. If he wants to be petty, I can beat him at his own game, that’s for sure.

Standing in front of him, I tilt my head to the side to meet his gaze “You are just unbelievable! I barely know your name and you’re already making me regret enrolling in this program.”

Looking right at me, he hands me the paper I have to sign without a word.

“You’re actually not going to talk to me? We barely know each other, this is ridiculous!” I exclaim in irritation, snatching the paper from his hands the way he snatched the box of pasta from my hands the day before.

“Can you not be annoying ? Or is that impossible for you?”he blurts out in resentment, “I’m just trying to do this thing and go home, you’ll find my email on the thing or whatever” he says without even giving you the time to respond.

This is definitely going to be a very long year.

[kaitlynpcallmebeepme]

Paint the Night Sky

Paint the Night Sky

Bang Chan x member!reader (more like the love he gives all his members)

Idea: Based off of this: https://youtube.com/shorts/zQg00zBAK30?feature=share 

Member!reader and maybe felix takes bang chan shopping and gets him some colorful clothes and stay asks who designed it and he's cute about saying it was her 

Requested: Nope. 

Author’s Note:  I know no one asked for anything Stray Kids related, but I wanted to do something short for Bang Chan’s birthday!  (me face palming and picking this up a year later the day after his birthday, but on my birthday) I am working on some other ideas, including a pt 2 to Late Night Talking, a couple Spencer Reids, and Bucky Barnes one but I am trying to make those longer and more like an episode, so they’re taking a bit longer to write.  Also, if anyone is a STAY and wants to talk Stray Kids, message me because I would like some STAY friends pls.  Last thing, I couldn’t tell you what their dorm looks like now, so just imagine that they still all live together. I also couldn’t find Chan in a pink hoodie, but I feel like the pink dolfin one would be a hoodie he’d like.  The title also sucks. lol.

Requests are still open.  Feedback is always appreciated.  Also, tell me if you want to be part of a Tag List and I’ll tag you when I upload something new. If you want to only be tagged when I upload something for a certain character or shows, let me know as well.  

Warning: None, just general fluff.

Word Count: 570

You walked into the dorm with Lee Know after a bit of personal dance practice.  It’s nice to practice with everyone, but it’s also nice to do some one-on-one practice to really help with your improvement.  And who better than Lee Know to guide you.

“Do you want to help me make some food?”  Lee Know asks you as he heads toward the kitchen.

“Yeah.  I’ll put on something for us to listen to in the background.”  You pull out your phone and see that the recent episode of two kids in a room came out, so you put that on as the background noise.  

You start by cutting the cabbage to put in the tteokbokki.  While Lee Know searched the freezer for something to fry.  You both continue to make food for the boys as the episode plays in the background.  There’s one particular bit of audio that catches your attention though.  

Chan: "I need someone to go together. I can't shop at all."

Felix: “You Always Buy Black Clothes. You look like a Reaper.”

This got you thinking and you had to ask Lee Know to be sure.  “Lee Know-hung?”

“Hmm”

“Does Channie-hung wear anything colorful?”

It took a second of silence for Lee Know to come up with an answer.  

“I don’t keep track of what he wears.”  That was the most Lee Know answer he could come up with.  “But if he does, then usually the stylist put him in it.”

“Yeah, he wears a lot of black.” That got you thinking and your mind set on what to do tomorrow.

You two continued preparing food as the rest of the boys came in from doing their various activities throughout the day.  When you saw Chan come into the kitchen, you enact your plan. 

“Channie-hung, you doing anything tomorrow?” 

“I was going to be in the studio then do Channie’s room, but I got nothing planned for the morning.”

“Good we’re going shopping.”  

“Ok.”  No an argument or anything, but Channie would honestly do anything for us.  

“Be ready to leave at 8.”

*Time skip to next morning*

You and Channie head down to the shopping district in Seoul.  Could you have done this online? Yes. But it’s like Christmas shopping.  It’s better when you get out there and get the full experience.  

You had to pull Chan away from anything black and white because he has a million of those already.  You had to do that more times than you can count.  You ended up going with a baby pink hoodie and baby blue shirts just to ease him into color more.  

“You sure you like…” Before you could even finish, you were captured in one of Chan’s hugs.  One of the ones that is fruitless to attempt to escape.  

“It’s cute! I love it Y/N.” 

Chan wore that hoodie all the way back to the dorms.  You parted ways when Chan went to the studios and you went up to the dorms.  A few minutes later, you see the notification of Chan doing Chan’s Room for Stay.  

Transcript from the live.

“Hi Stay. Hi. Hellooooooooooo.  Welcome to Channie’s Room.”  

“Chan you look so lovely. No, Stays look more lovely.  Chan you look so cute.  Yeah, um… Y/N picked the sweater because I’m told I need more colorful clothes *stands up so Stay can see his sweater* it has dolphins on it. I like it.”   

[football-and-fanfics]

Vice-captain - Trent Alexander-Arnold

Who: Trent Alexander-Arnold Request: can you pls write about TAA getting the vice captaincy from Jürgen? i think that would be wonderful in you writing🥰🥰 Requested by: anonymous Warnings: none

"Trent!"

"Oh, now I've done it," Trent grumbled in response to Klopp calling him over from the other side of the pitch. It was the third day of Liverpool's training camp in Singapore, and so far today's training session wasn't exactly going Trent's way. He was being sloppy and anything but faultless, and he was sure he would get a telling off from Klopp for it now.

Trent sighed heavily and suddenly his shoes felt lead-filled as he strode towards Klopp. Andy clasped him on the back as he passed. "Head up, mate. You'll be alright." "Yeah," Trent mumbled, but he wasn't convinced about it.

Trent couldn't help but notice how Klopp had chosen a position on the other side of their training pitch, away from the rest of the team. This surely didn't promise much good.

"Boss, I know, and I'm sorry." Trent started his apologies as soon as he was within earshot of Klopp. He was well aware he hadn't been on par during the last training sessions and he was sure he was going to be told that now.

To Trent's surprise, Klopp gave him a big smile and slung a fatherly arm around him. "I'm naming you vice-captain." Trent stopped dead in his tracks, giving Klopp a look of utter bewilderment. "You're what?!" He heard what Klopp said, but he couldn't quite believe his ears. This was so opposite of what he had expected to hear, that Trent needed a moment to comprehend what he'd been told.

Klopp chuckled at all the different kinds of emotion crossing over Trent's face in only a matter of seconds, until he finally saw the spark of a tear glistening in Trent's eye, and he knew his words had landed.

"But only if you want to be vice-captain of course," Klopp added with a wink. "Are you serious?" Trent found his voice again. "It's been my childhood dream to one day be captain for this club. It's just... I wasn't expecting it to happen just yet."

Klopp tightened his arm around Trent's shoulders. "I think you're ready." "Really?" There was a nervous undertone to Trent's voice, yet a smile now broadened on his face. "Yes." Klopp sounded 100% convinced. "I've watched you grow over the years, on every level imaginable, into the wonderful man you are today. I know the team respects you, young players see you as an example for themselves, you set the bar high for everyone. What more could I ask for?"

Trent was speechless for half a minute as he processed what he'd just been told. "Thank you," he finally spoke again, "for having this kind of faith in me."

Trent felt the pride swell in his chest, now fully realizing what this meant. A smile was plastered on his face, and would probably not go away for days to come. Klopp tightened his arm around Trent's shoulders once more. "Never doubted you for a second."

Tags: @stonesyyyy, @footballffbarbiex, @football1921, @laurasstufff1, @ella33

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[raffcus]

egeria's 101 questions! (4.0 UPDATE!)

a silly list with my theories/speculations on the previous hydro archon to see if one of them is gonna to be true in the future! ( if you have some suggetions to on the list pls feel free to tell something to add)

egeria is coming back(reviving)

[no info yet]

2. egeria is a seele expy?

[no info yet]

3. egeria relationship with neuvilette was good/bad?

in the end of 4.0 archon quest, neuvillette says more about the rumors about the prophecy that cicles around fontaine, the prophecy that resumes: "in the end, the people will be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain, weeping on her throne… only that the sins of the people of fontaine be washed away" which is curious to see that he probably heard more about that prophecy by rumors not by egeria herself, very curious.

4. egeria relationship with furina (focalors) was good/bad?

also in the end of 4.0 archon quest, egeria tells about the prophecy on her last words: "in the end, the people will be dissolved into the waters, and only the hydro archon will remain, weeping on her throne… only that the sins of the people of fontaine be washed away" between 400 and 500 years, fontaine suffered (and continues to suffering) from a energy crisis left by egeria before going to Tunigi Hollow, now being sustained by Indemnitium that is produced by the Oratrice Mecanique d'Analyse Cardinale. there is a lot a problems left by egeria to furina and as we can see in the archon quest (4.0 and 4.1) and she isn't so Experience to take care such large duties by herself and requests neuvillete help most of time. so for me their relationship wasn't the most stable one (or there was a lack of communication between them).

5. egeria have a connnection with the nymph's dream set?

technically yes! nymph's dream set history is substantially connectic to the Narzissenkreuz Institute, the institue was lead by gentle-natured Oceanid as the position was established in honor of the first Hydro Archon, egeria.

6. egeria have a connection with The Hexenzirkel?

still zero information, but only this sussy metioned on furina character description:

7. egeria have a connection with the seelie race?

[no info yet]

8. egeria have a connection with the primodial one?

surprisingly yes!

if we looked the Wings of Merciful, Wrathful Waters wind glider, in description says:

"when that fist heart was removed, the envoy of celestia, the leader uopn whose shoulders lay the create life, came to the great primeval sea, and there she created another heart" "she was the tears that flowed into the orimodial sea, seeking communication and understanding."

that text indicate that egeria was a "heart replacment" for the primodial sea, created by the shade of life,the purpose to be a substitute of the hydro sovereign.

[new speculations!]

9. is egeria sins related to abyss?

10. egeria is connected to skirk?

[goddamnmuses]

GodDamnMenu

Mostly making this post because I thought up Goddamnmenu and I'm annoyed I've not used it anywhere... but Under the cut I'm gonna showcase all my potential muses.. and if anyone wants a thing from one of them either reply and let me know or send an ask being like "(muse name here) PLS!" and I'll write up a short thing. You can also just request one of my main muses too.

My main muses you can find here!

Potential Muses list:

Ken - Fandom: Barbie.

Benjamin Tennyson - Fandom: Ben 10

Kevin Levin - Fandom: Ben 10

OC: Diego Dynamic - Fandom: Cyberpunk

John Constantine - Fandom: DC

The Joker - Fandom: DC - FC not decided yet. Help welcome.

Nanaue aka King Shark - Fandom: DC - FC: King Shark.

Ted Kord aka Blue Beetle - Fandom: DC

Tim Drake aka Robin - Fandom: DC

Max Goof - Fandom: Disney - No live action FC yet.

OC: The Blacksmith - Fandom: Doctor Who - FC: Various (Depends on regeneration)

Rodrik Forrester - Fandom: Game of Thrones

Sandor Clegane - Fandom: Game of Thrones

Tyrion Lannister - Fandom: Game of Thrones

Andre Anderson - Fandom: Gen V / The Boys

Luigi - Fandom: Mario - No Live Action FC yet (Possibly Charlie Day)

Bowser - Fandom: Mario - No Live Action FC Yet (Possibly Jack Black)

Akihiro aka Daken aka Wolverine sometimes - Fandom: Marvel

OC: Benjy Parker (Alternate universe son of Peter) - Fandom: Marvel

Brian Braddock aka Captain Britain - Fandom: Marvel

Cloak of Levitation aka Levi - Fandom: Marvel

Franklin Richards - Fandom: Marvel

Marcus Milton aka Hyperion - Fandom: Marvel

Skaar - Fandom: Marvel

Katsuki Bakugo aka Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight - Fandom: My Hero Academia - No Live Action FC Yet

Shoto Todoroki - Fandom: My Hero Academia - No Live Action FC Yet

Vinsmoke Sanji - Fandom: One Piece (Netflix.. Still working my way through the anime.. will take me years)

Monkey D. Luffy - Fandom: One Piece (Netflix.. Still working my way through the anime.. will take me years)

Roronoa Zoro - Fandom: One Piece (Netflix.. Still working my way through the anime.. will take me years)

Saitama aka Caped Baldy - Fandom: One Punch Man - No Live Action FC Yet

Ren Amimya aka Joker - Fandom: Persona 5

Sly Cooper - Fandom: Sly Cooper - No Live Action FC Yet

Loid Forger - Fandom: Spy x Family

OC: B1-NG aka Bing - Fandom: Star Wars - FC: Generic B1 Battle Droids

Cal Kestis - Fandom: Star Wars

C1-10P aka Chopper - Fandom: Star Wars - FC: Chopper.

OC: CT-7473 aka Bunker - Fandom: Star Wars

Darth Maul - Fandom: Star Wars - FC: Maul (Maybe Sam Witwer too?)

Savage Opress - Fandom: Star Wars

OC: Grey - Fandom: Supernatural

OC: Ryan Thompson - Fandom: The Last of us

Geralt of Rivia - Fandom: Witcher

Laszlo Cravensworth - Fandom: What we do in the shadows.

OC: Death (Personification of Death) - Fandom: None - FC: Varies but primarily : Adam Driver. OC: Pan (Greek God / Ancient Being / Inspired by Peter Pan / Some Horror-esc vibes) - Fandom: None - FC: Varies but primarily: Daniel Radcliffe

[oftenlyshitposting]

alright, let's do this one last time folks

i'm oftenlyshitposting! you can call me offie or osp!

i'm not new in tumblr, but i have been inactive for years, and i've only recently revived and rebuilt my blog. sadly, due to absolute fuckery accident, that said blog was terminated, with most of my work in it. so, here i am now, audaciously gay and rebranded.

i'm still gonna use the same tags as i did on my old blog, before the catastrophic purge lol. listed, below:

- oftenlyposts: when offie post some type of media contents, mostly pictures with little commentaries, a la oftenlyshitposting of course

- oftenlyspeaks: this tag is used for whenever offie has some Thoughts to talk about, but not entirely coherent enough to form a full length meta-analysis, headcanon, or fics

- oftenlywrites: offie uses this tag to archive and sort their mostly full and coherent pieces such as a full/mini fics, headcanons, or meta-analysis; sometimes used hand in hand with tag:oftenlyspeaks

- oftenlyreblogs: schtuffs i reblog, of course, either with commentaries or none

- oftenly'sthoughts: this tag should be used interchangeably with oftenlyspeaks or oftenlywrites because it's mostly about my own sporadic Thoughts

- *oftenly'svid: self made videoclips!

- *oftenly'sgif: self made GIFs! (disclaimer: i am FAR from being an editor so pls forgive me if my GIFs are absolute dogshit quality 😭)

- oftenlygrumbles: this tag is used for whenever i (inevitably) rant lol

- [oftenly is reblogging their old posts]: ...traumatic but this is where i will store a lot of my contents from my old blog! so past hcs, fics, and thought pieces will be archived here

feel free to slide in my ask box if you'd like to request writing prompts about the fandoms i'm in, or knock on my messages for any discussions! :D

oh! and i read all of your comments, tags and all the hijinks in your reblogs because hey, they are funny! and i too, unashamedly put my thoughts/comments in the tags like a chaotic writer that i am lol

hope this lil guide helps!

[mistyfrostflower]

SongXiao Requests Pt. 1

PART 1 OF ONE SNOWFLAKE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS - SongXiao prompt requests pt. 1

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Prompt 1: Stuffed Geckos

Song Lan goes shopping and decides to buy something little for A-Qing or Xiao Xingchen

Tags: songxiao, married songxiao, grown up a-qing

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Prompt 2: Pleasant Mornings

Song Lan is tense, Xiao Xingchen offers to give him a massage

Tags: songxiao, domestic fluff, whipped songxiao

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Prompt 3: Lipstick

genderbend / f/f songxiao in any context :)

Tags: songxiao,genderbent songxiao

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pls req song lan prompts from me here: https://odaibako.net/u/mistyfrostflower

PROMPT 1: Stuffed Geckos

Song Lan had only wanted to pick up the last few items on A-Qing’s shopping list. She was moving into her dorm in two days and she still needed a few items. A mini fridge, a trashcan, a new pair of house slippers and a bulletin board. Xingchen had been too distraught over her moving out and had forgotten to pick them up when he came to buy her bedding and toiletry supplies. His poor husband was a wreck over their daughter moving out this week. Xue Yang had left only a year ago and he still was crying over that. 

They were about to be empty nesters. To save his husband the trouble and stress, Song Lan had taken the task of shopping upon himself and stopped by the department store near his office. He was currently scouring the aisles for the mint green trash can A-Qing had wanted. She had chosen a bunch of matching items to make her dorm room feel cozy and Song Lan wanted to make sure he found the exact items to make sure she was as comfortable as she could be away from home.

While passing by an aisle of stuffed toys and children's pillows, his attention was drawn to a pair of scrawny green plushies abandoned on the top shelf. Two tiny plush geckos. They were rather… ugly . Both were palm sized, pale green satin fabric with huge white eyes that were nearly larger than their heads. Their bellies were made of a fluffy beige fabric and their little legs were sprawled in random directions. The small and non-conventionally cute stuffed animals reminded him of the lizard toy his daughter had loved so dearly in her early childhood. A small smile curved his lips upward.

Without putting any more thought into it, he picked up both of them and placed them into his shopping cart. 

It wasn’t so big that it would make A-Qing embarrassed but he hoped it would remind her of the beloved toy from her childhood, to bring her comfort when she missed home and in turn, missed her parents. 

For Xingchen, it would be something small for his nightstand that could remind him of his little girl and would hopefully help him with the grief of living in a home without his children. 

Song Lan went on his way, going into the home goods section to locate the trash can so that he could hurry home to his family.

PROMPT 2: Pleasant Mornings

The night hunt had actually lasted four nights and three days. He had chased down a bear demon by himself as Xingchen had been assisting the local villagers in rebuilding their homes after the demon had destroyed them. By the time Song Lan had dragged his exhausted and battered body back to the inn, he hadn’t even had the energy to eat and couldn’t bother with bathing. He simply changed into sleep robes and fell into a deep slumber next to his cultivation partner.

When he woke up, everything hurt . His muscles ached, his body felt stiff, and he was so depleted of spiritual energy that he couldn’t even heal himself. He groaned, slowly sitting himself up. Beside him, Xingchen stirred. “Zichen…?”

Song Lan frowned at him softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.”

“Are you alright?” With sluggish movements, the other cultivator rubbed sleep from his eyes and sat up, slumping against his partner. He looked Song Lan over, eyebrows scrunching together in worry as he realized his partner was unbathed.

“I… I am feeling some pain. My spiritual energy was depleted and… And my shoulders are hurting…”

Xingchen’s frown deepened. “Would it be okay if I help you take a bath? I can massage your shoulders too.”

“Xingchen, it’s really not that bad, I can-”

“Too late Zichen,” the man was scrambling to get out of the bed and slip into his robes. “I am getting you a bath brought up!” The man was gone before Song Lan even had another word leave his lips. 

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Only a few minutes passed before Song Lan was sitting in the bath, hot water softening his tight muscles and Xingchen gently rubbing knots out of his shoulders. His eyes fluttered shut, another sigh leaving his lips slightly parted.

Above him, Xingchen smiled. He leaned down, his own hair spilling over his shoulder and some of the strands becoming wet from the bath water. His lips lightly pressed to Song Lan’s temple. He was using his own spiritual energy to warm his palms, massaging the hard muscles and pulling small grunts and hums from Song Lan’s throat. 

He pressed another kiss to the other side of Song Lan’s face and the exhausted cultivator opened his eyes, tipping his head back and capturing Xingchen’s lips in a warm but gentle kiss. “Thank you…”

Xingchen’s eyes became crescents and he pecked Song Lan’s lips once more.

PROMPT 3: Lipstick

Xingchen rolled her eyes, shiny pink lips pulling up into a smile. “A-Lan, you are such a baby. I’m almost done!” She giggled, making Song Lan’s heart flutter. The woman stared up at her girlfriend, determined to be still for her. 

All of these products felt thick and uncomfortable. It was like paint. She never would have asked for a makeover but Song Lan wanted to make the best impression she could for meeting Xingchen’s mother. Xingchen had insisted that she didn’t have to do this, but Song Lan needed the approval of her girlfriend's mother. She wanted to propose soon. 

“It feels heavy…” Song Lan huffed, pouting as her girlfriend carefully lined her lips with a thin pencil.

“That’s because you aren’t used to wearing it.” Xingchen was all smiles, making Song Lan’s heart flutter. She gently applied a glossy red lipstick to Song Lan’s lips, leaning back and smiling in satisfaction. 

“Do I look okay? Does it look bad on me?” Song Lan felt a little self conscious, very much out of her element. 

Xingchen’s smile softened and her heart could have burst right then and there. “You look so beautiful, A-Lan.” She reached over to their bedside table and picked up the mirror, holding it for Song Lan to see herself. 

Song Lan blinked, staring into her reflection as if she had never seen this person before. Technically… She hadn’t . She had never even worn lip gloss before. Now her face was made up with a soft pink glitter on her eyelids, eyeliner that made her eyes look deeper, cherry red lips that looked soft, blush brightening her cheeks and highlighter and a little contour to show off the peeks of her cheek bones and the definition of her cupids bow. She was beautiful. 

Song Lan looked back at her girlfriend, eyes wide and no words to express herself. Xingchen giggled at the bewildered expression. She leaned in and softly kissed Song Lan’s pretty red lips. “You're beautiful, baobei. I think you look perfect without makeup on. You are pretty no matter what.” Xingchen gently placed kisses to Song Lan’s temple and cheeks before pulling back to look at her again. “I do really enjoy the lipstick though…” Xingchen bit her bottom lip. “Maybe when we get home… We can have some wine and…” She trailed off, blushing a bit at the thoughts in her head.

Song Lan immediately nodded. “Please…” She felt breathless. 

“Okay.” Xingchen smiled more, carefully getting off of Song Lan. “Are you ready to meet my mom? I promise she’ll love you.”

Song Lan’s lips pulled into a soft smile and she huffed a small laugh. “Now or never, I suppose.” She grabbed her girlfriend’s coat, carefully placing it onto her shoulders. Song Lan then grabbed her purse, slipped into her heels (Xingchen had been training her on how to walk in them) and held her hand out for her girlfriend to take.

[bratbarzal]

happy valentines day!

I've never really done a blurb event before but I wanted to do something cute for valentines to give back for all the love you guys have given me recently!!!

probably should have started this sooner but having a small window hopefully means I won't get overwhelmed and end up with demand avoidance lmao

if you've seen any player on my page before, assume they're fair game for a request, but if you haven't, I'll let you know if I won't fulfil a certain request for anybody else ♥️

requests will close this sunday (16th feb - which I know is counterintuitive for a valentines themed event but love is forever, okay?) just send in a prompt from the list under the cut + whatever player you want! (you could also do trope!player if you wanted like dad!whoever or fwb!whoever else it’s up to you!!) and don’t be afraid to jumble the prompts/tropes around if you like a specific one but not enemies to lovers or whatever!!

also just know I usually write exclusively in 300 page novels and blurbs are new to me so pls be kind and patient lmao I'm just trying to have fun with something different ♥️

prompts have been copied from here, please show love to the original creator / enemies to lovers prompts taken from here!!

ੈ✩‧₊˚ friends to lovers

¹⁾ “you really planned this?! remind me how you’re single, again?”

²⁾ “thanks for making today a little less depressing.”

³⁾ “has it occurred to you that we’ve spent more valentine’s days with each other than with people we’ve actually been dating?”

⁴⁾ “c’mon, like i need an excuse to spend time with you.”

⁵⁾ “i can’t help but think that this is a little more effort than someone would normally put in for their friend.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ coworkers to lovers

¹⁾ “if you’re still wondering who left those flowers at your desk, i think i’m ready to put your mind at ease.”

²⁾ “you’re telling me you really have nowhere better to be than here today?”

³⁾ “c’mon, it’s not like haven’t shared a dinner whilst working late before. it doesn’t have to mean anything different just because of the day that’s in it.”

⁴⁾ “someone’s been leaving valentines for me all over the building today, and i’m pretty sure i know who.”

⁵⁾ “i don’t have any plans after work, and i know you haven’t either. how about we keep each other company instead of spending it alone?”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ roommates to lovers

¹⁾ “before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”

²⁾ “i thought that since we both had nowhere to be today, we could make a day of it. just ourselves.”

³⁾ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.”

⁴⁾ “wow, someone’s looking good. hot date, or what?”

⁵⁾ “i’m happy i got to spend the day with someone i actually care about.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ exes to lovers

¹⁾ “don’t tell me; you had so much fun with me last year, that you just couldn’t resist spending it with me again.”

²⁾ “wow, you really don’t have anyone special in your life at the minute.”

³⁾ “ i wanted to treat you how i should’ve before.”

⁴⁾ “you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.”

⁵⁾ “maybe if things had gone like this every year, we wouldn’t have ended up the way we did.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ secret relationship

¹⁾ “are you telling me we can’t do anything to mark the day?”

²⁾ “i understand if you don’t want to, but i wanted to tell you that i planned a few things for us today.”

³⁾ “it’s so much less than what you deserve, but it’s all i could think to do given the circumstances.”

⁴⁾ “and here i was, expecting just an anonymous bunch of flowers.”

⁵⁾ “i couldn’t think of a better night to show everyone how in love with you i am.”

ੈ✩‧₊˚ enemies to lovers

¹⁾ “you have a date? how much did you pay them?"

²⁾ "i told my friends i'd go on this stupid double date with them." "and that's my business because..?" "..i don't have a date."

³⁾ "you've been teasing me all this time about being single just for you to get stood up?" "....." "move over, you're lucky i'm hungry."

⁴⁾ "you celebrate this corny day?" "just say you're lonely and have no one to spend it with, next time, 'kay?"

⁵⁾ crashing their date with another person purposely

[littlemissgot7]

fever

Youngjae | 1800 words requested by @septetoile: you’re sick and youngjae cooks for you and does all he can to cheer you up

Being this sick was the absolute worst, but having a cute boyfriend to take care of you would make it better. Right?

Your day hadn’t started out that badly. You’d felt a little off when you woke up, but nothing that you couldn’t explain away with your record of sleep deprivation and stress, so you didn’t think much of it.

Cut to an hour later when you found yourself dry heaving into your toilet and wondering what you could have possibly done to deserve this.

You leaned back against the wall, eyes closed, as you tried to steady your breathing. Your throat hurt, your stomach hurt (in addition to feeling nauseous), your head hurt. Everything hurt and everything was terrible and you were pretty sure you were going to perish there on the floor of your bathroom in one of Youngjae’s old t-shirts.

Ah. Youngjae.

You clenched your jaw. Time to stop being melodramatic and get up. There had to be something in your apartment that you could keep down.

You made it all the way to your living room before you gave up, dropping down onto the couch and curling into as much of a ball as you could manage, groaning loudly. “I hate everything,” you mumbled to no one in particular, shaking slightly from the physical effort it had taken to get this far. This was the absolute worst.

---

You lifted your head when you heard the keypad sometime later, trying to decide if you should get up and fight the intruder or just let them finish you off. You hadn’t quite made up your mind when a face appeared above you.

Ah. Right. Youngjae.

You’d forgotten to text him to let him know you Felt Like Death and wouldn’t be able to meet him for your date that day. Right. Apparently he took matters into his own hands. Okay.

He wrinkled up his nose, staring down at you as he leaned over the back of the couch. “You don’t look so good.”

You reached up, the tips of your fingers brushing his cheek in the weakest possible attempt at a play-slap. “Ya jerk.”

He reached down, pressing his palm firmly against your forehead. “You’re really hot.”

This time, you gave him the best smirk you could manage and a sloppy wink. “You bet your ass I am.”

He laughed, leaning down further to press his lips to your too-warm forehead before his face broke into a smile. “I’ll make you something to eat! That’ll help you feel better! Have you taken any medicine? You stay here, I’ll get you some!”

Before you could protest (yes, you’d tried medicine, and no, it didn’t help, not when you’d just thrown it up barely five minutes later), Youngjae had disappeared from view, shedding his thick winter jacket. You thought about yelling after him but decided that would do more harm than good, and nestled back into the couch cushions.

You were asleep before he came back.

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The loud clanging of a pot hitting tile floor ripped you from a fitful sleep. You stayed completely still, wishing you’d misheard, but more clanging followed and you grudgingly pulled yourself to your feet. You stopped when you were upright, clinging onto the back of the sofa until the nausea passed. When you were fairly certain you were able to walk, you straightened. Time to go see what Youngjae was up to.

---

“Youngjae.”

He looked up, a wave of guilt flashing over his face for just a second before he frowned. “Why are you up? You’re supposed to be resting!”

You were standing in the doorway, eyebrow raised.

There were noodles all over the floor, some half cooked and some raw. Sloppily-cut pieces of raw chicken were spread out across half of the counter, and he’d just dumped the largest chunks of carrots you’d ever seen anyone attempt to put in soup in the pot he’d retrieved from the floor. Your carefully-arranged spice cabinet was open and had been torn through; spice bottles littered the counter, one tipped over and spilled out everywhere.

“What’re you doing?”

Youngjae blinked. He gestured lamely at the mess around him. “Making you chicken soup.”

It was sweet. It was so sweet that he wanted to go through the trouble to try to make you soup from scratch when you were sick, but your head was still pounding and the state of your kitchen was definitely not helping you feel a whole lot better. You shuffled to the pantry, yanking out a can of chicken soup and shoving it into his hands.

“Please,” you mumbled. “Just canned soup is good.”

All the tension fell out of his shoulders and he beamed, carefully steering you back to the living room. “I’ll fix it up real quick, you wait on the couch!”

“I can–”

“No, I got it!” He pressed on your shoulders until you gave in and sat back down. “It’ll just be a second!”

“Don’t–Youngjae–you can microwave–take it out of the can first please–”

You groaned, dropping your face into a pillow. Death truly was determined to come for you this day.

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It took longer than it should have for Youngjae to open a can of soup, dump it in a bowl, and microwave it, but he got it eventually. He attempted to feed it to you and you did your best to keep it down, stubbornly ignoring the way your stomach was twisting itself in a million directions while he went back to clean up the mess he’d made. You’d offered to help (though you weren’t sure if you actually could) but he refused, demanding that you stay on the couch until you felt better.

You whined.

You didn’t want to stay on the couch. You were tired of the couch. You wanted to go hide under blankets on your bed, which was infinitely more comfortable and further away from the noise coming from the hallway (seriously what the fuck were your neighbors even doing–oh, right, the new people were moving in). But every time you tried to get up, Youngjae would cheerfully push you back down before dashing off to scrub the chicken goop off your counter.

You finally saw your chance when he left for a couple minutes to take out the garbage. Fighting down the ever-present nausea, you shuffled to your bedroom and collapsed on your bed, a contented sigh escaping your lips. So much better than the couch.

A second later, you felt something heavy and soft fall over your body; you blinked open your eyes to find Youngjae pouting over you as he tugged your favorite blanket up to your chin.

“I was gonna carry you back here when I got done,” he mumbled dejectedly in response to your confused glance.

A genuine smile blossomed over your lips and you grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry I beat you to it.”

He sighed dramatically, sitting on the edge of your bed and carefully brushing your hair out of your face. “How could you?” He tried his best to sound hurt.

You laughed, but it dissolved into a cough and you groaned instead. “Sorry about our date too.”

He shrugged lightly. “S’not your fault you got sick.”

“Yeah, but…”

He patted the top of your head. “You know how you can make it up to me?”

You shook your head slowly.

“Letting me kiss you senseless!”

You immediately burst into laughter – he sounded so ridiculous – but honestly the playful banter was making you feel better than you had all day. “First of all, that wouldn’t take an awful lot right now–”

“Meh, I still–”

“–And second of all,” you cut him off, shaking your head, “you’re already in enough danger of catching whatever I’ve got. Kissing me certainly wouldn’t help your chances.”

And he was pouting again, looking far too much like his cute puppy. “I don’t caaare.”

“Yeah, but I think your company might.”

“But I wanna kiss you!”

“Well, I wanna kiss you too, but I don’t want you to get sick!”

“But if I don’t care then it’s not a problem!”

You groaned, covering your face with your hands. “Youngjae!”

He wrinkled his nose, obviously more than a little frustrated at your protests. He just wanted to kiss you, dammit!

It only took a second for him to hatch what he thought was a truly brilliant plan.

“Hey, babe?”

“I’m not gonna be responsible for getting you sick, Youngjae!” Your voice was muffled behind your hands and you squeezed your eyes shut for extra protection against his puppy dog eyes.

He sighed, standing up and tapping his foot. “No, I just thought of something else that might make you feel better.”

“Not kisses?”

“Mmmm, that’s not what I was thinking of at the moment.”

Very hesitantly, you peeked through your fingers.

The second he saw you looking, he tugged off his t-shirt and threw it unceremoniously on the floor. Suddenly you felt way too warm.

Every thought you’d ever had melted away into the deep corners of your brain. “I think you’re the one who’s real hot,” you mumbled, distracted by staring at his toned chest.

He wiggled his eyebrows, grinning teasingly, and slid around to the other side of your bed, dropping onto it and grabbing the edge of your blanket. “You gotta share.”

“Huh?” You tore your eyes away from him, finally realizing that he wanted under the blanket, but he’d yanked it out of your hands and snuggled up next to you before you had a chance to, once again, reiterate how terrible of an idea this actually was. Honestly, you weren’t sure you wanted to reiterate how terrible of an idea it was because he wrapped his arms around your waist and tucked his face in your shoulder and, god, if that wasn’t the best possible feeling in the entire world.

“And does this make you feel better?”

It was your turn to pout, this time at the unmistakable laughter in his voice because he knew for a fact that you could never say no to snuggles.

“...Yeah,” you admitted grudgingly. “And I guess–”

Before you could stop him, he’d pulled himself up just enough to steal a quick kiss.

“Youngjae!!”

He smiled innocently. “Just the one!”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you wiggled slightly to get comfortable in his arms. “Fine. But just the one!”

He raised an eyebrow playfully. He had you and he knew it.

“...For now. Maybe...maybe more. Later. Shut up, quit staring at me like that, this isn’t fair!”

He tightened his grip around your waist, looking all too proud of himself.

“I’m the best nurse.”

You deadpanned, which he took as an opportunity for another peck before bursting into laughter.

“You’re an idiot, Choi Youngjae.”

“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.”

Despite the fact that you knew you were supposed to be mad at him, you smiled.

Yeah.

He was yours.