#god i'm laughing so hard. also facepalming obviously

[aeide-thea]

help i just saw someone tag that antigone blinkie post with 'tgif' and was absolutely immediately like 'sure, t.gif, i guess she's a transmasc icon now, why not'

[softwebss]

sick

PAIRING – gender neutral ! reader x leo valdez SUMMARY – leo and you have a fluffy movie date when you say you're sick, and it ends very unexpectedly~ GENRE – fluffffffufufuuf- WARNINGS – none <;3 NOTES – for all the leo valdez fangirls (including me, ofc) & simps ! also its 1 am pls help my last braincell wrote this

        "I'm NEVER sick!" You huffed. You crossed your hands and grumbled. Leo sighed, facepalming. You both were your godly parent's cabin. You sniffed.

Crumpled-up tissues were almost everywhere. Leo cringed, looking at you.

     "Don't be stubborn. You're sick." Leo stated. You scoffed. You were reclining on a couch, while Leo stood beside you, holding a tissue box. You snorted, at least- you tried to.

When you laughed, snot came flying from your nose. Leo gave you a tissue. Midway, he dropped it.

     "What was that for?" You complained. At the moment, you had a runny nose, a bad cold, and a serious mood issue. Or should I say, mood tissue? Leo cocked an eyebrow.

     "You're sick. I don't want your Y/N germs on me. Besides," He pointed at himself, "Who in their right mind would want the Bad boy supreme sick?" Leo smirked. You facepalmed. Being sick sucked.

     "I'm bored." You huffed, wiping your nose on your sleeve.

     "Ewwww- And?"

     "And," You started, "I want entertainment."

     Leo rolled his eyes. "Alright, so do you want me to bring my clown outfit and entertain you?"

     You were about to reply when it hit your mind. "You have a clown costume?" Leo smacked you on your elbow. 

     "That is for questioning my sanity. So... Wanna watch a movie?" He asked hopefully. You groaned, smashing your head into a pillow.

     "Mm Mon't Mhave ah Teemhee."

     "Excuse me?" He replied, probably thinking you were insulting him. Your voice was blurred out after all. You got up and translated for him. I don't have a T.V. Leo grinned mischieviously. "I have one in Bunker Nine!"

     "I'm not sure if you noticed, but we're not in Bunker Nine." You sniffed. Then he proceeded to tell you an absurd plan which would definitely fail.

No, which would obviously fail. "I can't just walk out of here. I'm in quarantine, it's only a coincidence that Chiron allowed my idiot best friend to get inside. All of my half-siblings are in the Hermes cabin. Chiron can't afford them to be sick like me."

   "Then I'll carry you!" Leo exclaimed. You stared at him like he was insane, your cheeks starting to redden.

     "LEO!" You said, crossing your arms. 

     "C'mon! You're the one who was bored, so let's watch a movie!"

     "Ugh, I hate you.," You mumbled.

      Leo smirked, and put a hand on your waist, pulling you up.

     "Le- LEO- what are you doing- AAAAAAA-" He picked you up bridal style, which still didn't stop you from blushing. You sneezed on him.

      Luckily, he dodged. "No sneezles."

     "Sure Loe!" You mockingly saluted. Your nose was stuffy, so you couldn't say words that clearly.

    "Loe?" He said, raising his eyebrow. You stared into his eyes, chuckling lightly.

He tried running to Bunker Nine, but with you coughing and sneezing almost everywhere, it was a bit hard. When he got inside, he dropped you on a red beanbag. You sneezed on him. Your snot covered his shirt. 

     "oops?" You said, supressing a giggle. He mumbled a curse under his breath and shrugged. He went to change and came back. "Now let's finally watch that god-forsaken movie!" You rolled your eyes, as you plopped on the couch in front of the T.V.

 Started on a couch, and I'll end it on a couch. You thought. After a minute or two arguing over which movie to watch, you decided to watch a classic. 'Hercules, the totally and obviously hilariously exaggerated version' By Disney. As it began, he put an arm around your shoulder.

You felt your cheeks heating up. He stared at you, blushing. You both leaned closer, closing your eyes.... when you sneezed. You sneezed at him (again), but this time- snot was all over his face.

     "AAAAAAAA! MY FACE- MY BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL FACE-" All I can say is, it ended with you rolling on the floor laughing, him wearing a face shield around you, and Percy hiding in a bush nearby filming the whole incident. Maybe being sick wasn't that bad.

[seungminty]

Tipsy Nights and Heart Eyes // Changbin

prompt: You’re an emotional drunk and really really love your boyfriend (so fluffy it’s ridiculous + ot9!crack)  1.7k

bc I’m always an embarrassing drunk and our boys are the sweetest ever

-mads<3

“So that’s why I believe that the BBC should continue to be licence-free instead of switching to the state for its income.” I nodded along with my colleague, hoping my face didn’t show my internal screaming that had continued throughout the whole riveting 20-minute conversation. I smiled gratefully when he said he was going to go find an intern he wanted me to meet, and I only just managed to stop myself from bolting out the door. 

Why the hell I agreed to go to this stupid office party I had no idea. Well, actually, it was probably because everyone at the office thought I was no fun. What they didn't know is that I am also defensive as hell, so damn right I stormed into this packed club 30 minutes late, wearing the sparkliest dress I could find and ready to party. However, the night didn't turn out to be as wild as I thought. A colleague had latched onto me early on, boring me half to death and barely letting me get a word in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him return with a reluctant looking intern in tow. I looked from them to the group of colleagues doing shots in the corner, weighed up my options, and bolted towards the drunken huddle. 

That’s how I ended up 20 minutes later, downing my 5th shot of some neon alcohol, singing an out-of-tune ABBA song and trying very hard not to fall off my bar-stool. My bemused eventually colleagues decided, much to my complaints, that they should probably call me a taxi. I managed to mumble out my boyfriend’s number, and only caught the beginning of the phone call before I was dragged away by our very funny, yet very drunk receptionist to dance. We danced and danced, cheered on by the rest of the club-goers, and for the first time in a long while, I felt relaxed and happy in front of my coworkers. I was so happy in fact, that I was about to attempt a cartwheel when I felt a soft hand clasp the wrists of my raised arms. I turned round to find the amused, yet concerned face of my boyfriend, who I was so happy to see that I immediately wrapped my arms around him, before peppering kisses all over his face. When he overcame the shock, he chuckled, and after grabbing my hands again, whispered in his familiar honey-like voice;

“I think it’s time to get you to bed love, before anyone gets seriously injured.”

I pouted but allowed him to pull me towards the door. As we passed them, I mumbled some sort of farewell to my colleagues, who for once, looked sad to see me leave and cheered me on as I clumsily left the club, but not before I gave them one last air punch as I exited the door. Changbin wrapped his arms securely around my waist and shoulders while I rested my head in the crook of his neck as he walked -more like dragged- me back to his car. I hardly had my seatbelt on when I felt all my giddy drunkness start to evaporate, leaving behind a wave of tiredness. Through my half-shut eyes, I saw Changbin look over at my suddenly crumpled state, letting out a chuckle before he began to reverse out of his parking space and head home.

‘You look super pretty, by the way.’

I smiled as I shut my eyes, the sounds of the car engine and Changbin’s soft humming lulling me to sleep. I was only half-awake when I felt my car door open and Changbin reach across me to unbuckle my seatbelt before helping me out the car. Managing to open my eyes, I quickly realised that no, this wasn't my apartment block, but the dorms. I opened my mouth to object but he seemed to read my mind, as always.

“No, I’m not leaving you at your apartment just because I have work tomorrow. My girlfriend can’t even walk straight, of course, I'm not going to just ditch her.”

My heart swelled at his words, and that was promptly followed by a very strong urge to throw up. Luckily we managed to reach the dorm without any incidents, except an encore of the ABBA songs from myself.

We passed a shocked looking Woojin as we tumbled into the living room, and I was promptly ushered to the sofa and told to sit down to wait for Changbin to find my pjs, and at this point, I was more sleepy than anything else, so I did so without much protest. My eyes were once again half-shut when I felt a soft blanket get tucked around me, and the sofa dip next to me. I opened my eyes and did slightly over-dramatic gasp as I saw Jeongin giving me a shy smile, looking slightly wary due to my drunken state. 

“And what do you think of you’re doing this up late young man?” I attempted to use my best mom voice, trying my best to remain stern even though I was pretty sure I added in a few unnecessary words just there.

Jeongin just gave me a sheepish smile and walked away, probably feeling a bit awkward, leaving the newly arrived Hyunjin and Jisung laughing their asses off on the sofa opposite me. I frowned, before attempting to throw a cushion at them. Obviously, I failed miserably, only adding to their giggle fit. I was preparing my second pillow attack when I felt someone gently grab my arm and lower it. I looked up and saw a rather blurry Woojin. Once my eyes caught up I notice he had a cup of steaming tea in his hand, which he gently set down on the coffee table in front of me. 

‘Here, for the headache you’re gonna have in about 4 hours.” He held out a couple advils, which I took with a big gulp of tea. I immediately screamed like a little bitch when I realised how damn hot the tea was, once again setting off the giggle twins in the corner, who I'm pretty sure were filming me now. Woojin looked concerned, rushing away to fetch some cold water as I whined, but I'm pretty sure I saw him biting back a laugh. A few minutes later I was curled up on the sofa, with a now thankfully lukewarm cup of tea, surrounded by fluffy blankets, and pretty much most of the boys who were probably waiting to see what dumb thing would come out my drunk mouth next.

They probably didn't expect me to burst into tears.

“Y-you’re all just so n-nice!!! I’m sorry for never really speaking to you, I r-really love you all so much and oh my god you’re just so nice! Jeongin you’re now my son so you ever need anything just ca-” My drunken sobs were cut short by Changbin’s arms wrapping around me and lifting me up princess style up off of the sofa while I sniffed pathetically. I caught a glimpse of the group of very confused and concerned boys behind us, and fortunately so did Changbin.

“Don't worry, shes just an emotional-ass drunk. I got it from here. Come on princess weirdo, I think it’s time for bed.”

He gently sat me down on the bed and began wiping off what was left of my makeup with a wet wipe as I sniffed and babbled on like a damn toddler.

“Your friends are the best.”

“I know.” He smiled gently, finishing with the wipe and helping me into my cosy pjs.

“Like the best best. Especially Woojin. I’m sorry I cried but he brought me TEA! I had no choice!” I exclaimed, getting slightly emotional again.

“Hey now, I thought I was the best best, should I be worried?” He pouted adorably at me, but I could see the hint of humour in his eyes. 

“No no no. You’re the best best best. My cutie-pie. My little cutie pie honey bun.” This got a full-on laugh from Changbin, and I even detected a hint of rosiness on his cheeks, and I forgot that sober yn is never really one for pet names. He tried his best to hide his blush as he climbed into bed and lifted the covers and tucked us both in. I sighed contentedly as I lay down on his chest with his arms wrapped firmly around my torso, and decided to deem the night an overall success. Before I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper softly,

“Okay, Princess. I'm your honey bun.”

Bonus 

“Morning sunshine.” I stirred as I heard Changbin mumble in my ear, before peppering my face with kisses. I smiled and began to open my eyes, noticing the cute little breakfast laid out on the bedside table, but then the headache hit.

“Morni- ohhhhhmygodmfhgf” I smashed my head back into the pillow and winced at the searing pain behind my eyes. I heard a tiny chuckle come from my boyfriend, causing me to reach my arm out to hit his shoulder for laughing at my pain.

“What did I do last night?” I asked once I could think straight again. I was greeted with silence, which I took as a bad sign.

“Oh no. It was bad, wasn't it?” I groaned, finally opening my eyes fully to see my Changbin biting back a smile.

“Well, you sang ABBAs entire discography, almost gave yourself a head injury, burnt your tongue, tried to attack Jisung and Hyunjin, cried for a bit, called me your cutie pie honey bun and then snored like an old man all night, but overall not your worst.”

I facepalmed, already cringing at the conversation I was bound to have with the rest of the boys.

Changbin laughed at my reaction, and I couldn't help but laugh along with him. He took me in his arms again and cuddled us both back up in his soft blankets.

“Hey don’t feel too bad, I heard you were super popular with Jisung’s snapchat followers.”